tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69243842012-01-30T08:28:08.609-06:00The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.comBlogger9871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-31981451328809723262012-01-30T08:25:00.002-06:002012-01-30T08:28:08.618-06:00

It used to be that I couldn't use blogger's website from my iPad. I have been having problems with the app I use to post for the past two months. Today, out of desperation for a solution to my problem, I logged into blogger, and now I can post from my iPad. Awesome! I will resume posting.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-39370041406680514852011-11-26T20:28:00.001-06:002011-11-26T20:28:39.521-06:00

Make Christmas cookies.Sing carols (not necessarily go caroling)Make a holiday dinnerMake gifts or my friends and family, not just buy them.Wear sweatersSpend time with friends and family Relax

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I had hoped that a week would be enough time to really get us settled in the new house. The truth is we have so much left to do, I feel like I worked the whole time. And work. I have to go back, and I am kinda freaking out about it. We have a house now. I have a horse. It's not like I have a choice.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-26528814135702338102011-10-25T08:04:00.001-05:002011-10-25T08:04:32.863-05:00

I have been afraid to write about the house for fear something would go wrong, but here we are! We close next Monday, and everything seems to be on track.Of course there are things that are not going as planned. Casey is sick. I am really hoping it passes quickly, and that I don't get it because we have a bunch of people coming over to help us bag dirt on Wednesday, and manual labor is no fun

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-378393943924079582011-10-18T08:41:00.001-05:002011-10-18T08:41:15.700-05:00

Just remembered a time when I was younger, looking through a cookbook I found a fritata recipe I wanted to make. When I mentioned it to my ex he kind of chuckled, and expresed his doubt about my ability to make the dish. I make a fritata about once a month now. Last night I did it without a recipe.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-73427927185860745062011-10-13T20:42:00.001-05:002011-10-13T20:42:15.070-05:00

I just wanted to let you know that I am bad at everything.I suck at my job, where I can work for nine hours straight and not complete 50% of my work for the day.I suck at being a wife because I am too concerned with my own problems, and that makes me short with my husband.I suck at being an adult because I can't keep food in our fridge or pantry - even basics like coffee, milk and bread. I also

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-27304267449849345952011-10-11T22:51:00.001-05:002011-10-11T22:51:11.699-05:00

On September 20, 2011 I planted all of the seeds for my fall garden. Later that week we accidentally found ourselves house hunting. I didn't consider not watering them until our option period ended. We close on October 31, 2011.We're buying a three bedroom / two bath house on a corner lot. It has a chain link fence, a deck, room for gardening, and a two car garage with a utility room for a washer

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-62568598714021446572011-09-23T08:51:00.001-05:002011-09-23T08:51:02.201-05:00

I miss having a job where I could call in if I felt I needed to without severe repercussions, work-load wise. I had a PLANNED day off earlier this week and it still put me more behind.My job is too stressful for the kind of work I do. I would understand if I dealt with more serious claims, like fatalities or even total losses, but this feels ridiculous.Today is going to be a beautiful day. It

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Lately I have been stressed out. It is confusing for me to be so content at home, and so anxious at work. I am so happy to be at home that I don't want to go in early - which is the only way to get overtime and thus work towards getting caught up. The whole thing has been building, and I have been getting less happy by the day. My stress had starting to leak out into other areas of my life, and

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-81946187701510387112011-07-20T08:33:00.001-05:002011-07-20T08:33:10.689-05:00

I have a daily and overwhelming urge to quit my job and become a farmer. That sentance is inspiring and depressing. It's true, all I want to do is plant and grow things. Planting and growing things does not come with benefits. Nor does it pay enough to cover our rent and my horse habit. I hope I am able to change my career before I'm too old to do manual labor.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-91919927124148078082011-06-16T00:08:00.001-05:002011-06-16T00:08:49.183-05:00

Favorite thing: taking a shower on sunny mornings when the sunlight is pouring in through the bathroom window. All I can think is, "I love our home." I wish we owned it.

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1. Plants!, 2. Plants!, 3. Plants!, 4. Plants!, 5. Plants!, 6. Plants!, 7. Plants!, 8. Plants!, 9. Plants!, 10. Plants!

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Honey almond pull apart cake. I am a sucker for honey bees, and Williams Sonoma. The cake is amazing, and was a fun addition to dinner with my Grandmother tonight. I am actively ignoring the amount of butter that went into the cake. Do you need a bee themed cake? I can hook you up.

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-My dad is getting better! Well, at least he managed to lose the fluid (51 lbs!!) he was retaining. -Emma is a total nut. The other day, after I made breakfast for me and Casey, I scraped the leftover eggs into the corner of the pan. I was planning to drop the little bit into her bowl to add to her breakfast. As soon as she heard me scraping the spatual across the bottom of the pan she spit out

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Today marks six months since Poppy's death. Last night at dinner Andy and I marveled that we can wake up in the morning and it feels just like it did September 15 - how can anything be the same without him here?I spent the weekend with my dad. It was really hard to see how bad he looks and feels, and this is an improvement! We are in the middle of a dispute with inlaws over something I feel is

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Tonight I left work feeling accomplished. Casey and I had dinner at Mandola's Italian Market, and I came home, paid bills and bought myself a few books. I got the two new Homemade Living books from Ashley English, and one about stocking a pantry sensibly and seasonally. Emma and I are now snuggling in bed while Casey does some freelance work.It was a good day.I am happy right now. My life is not

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I try not to be negative, because there is enough sadness amongst my friends right now, but I have to get this out there so that I don't have a little surprise sadness-drop on your guys: My dad is really sick. His body couldn't handle a medication he was taking and though he quit taking it over a month ago he is still vomiting often, and his kidneys aren't functioning properly. He's tired all of

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I had a dream last night that I was more than two hours late to my weekend job as a receptionist, and so I was trying to decide how to quit, since it clearly wasn't working out. I woke up with resolve only to remember I haven't had that particular job for about four years. Resolve to quit a job I've already quit is much better than the anxiety I've been waking up to lately.

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I tend to forget that my grandfather was not at the wedding. It's like looking at a one of those panoramic school photos. At first glance there are so many people that your brain assumes that everyone from your grade is there. It isn't until you really pay attention that you realize who was absent that day. I suppose it is a way for my brain to save space. When it previews "wedding," it sees "

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Yesterday I did this!Take that, lack of nightstand!

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Once, when I was 19 I hit a parked vehicle and left. The only damage I saw on his vehicle was a broken reflector, and it was an older vehicle. This is how I rationalilzed it. He was my neighbor. It was a dick move.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-65092546074259721142011-01-28T11:06:00.001-06:002011-01-28T11:06:56.650-06:00

Novellas at the Spincycle. Oh, yeah!

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The building I work in is really big. It is almost a quarter of a mile long. To be honest, I work in a cube-farm, and it all looks the same. Sometimes I get turned around, and then I get embarrassed about the fact that I have worked here for two years and I still go the wrong way, so I'll make a loop and try and come up with a reason to be in that part of the building. For example, today when

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-15853870450822521962011-01-18T22:11:00.001-06:002011-01-18T22:11:45.223-06:00

I was knocking shit out at work today! Then I gave out Lauren's cell phone number to a claimant on a voice mail message. Fail.

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If a plant lives on the windowsill near my kitchen sink, it will thrive. If it lives outside in a bed it has a 75% survival rate, in a pot outside, 60% (sometimes they dry out). If a plant lives in any other room of my house, a requires water more than once a quarter, the success rate drops to 30%. Take, for example, this poor chap: He's been hanging in for a year or so, but things aren't going

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-1503283651189203502011-01-04T15:14:00.003-06:002011-01-04T15:14:33.159-06:00

I got caught up at work and just as quick I am behind again. I was so proud of myself for that 48 hours.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-17471523091118357882010-12-23T11:42:00.001-06:002010-12-23T11:42:00.637-06:00

A couple of months ago I wrote about hearing chewing noise in the morning. Maybe I didn't write about it, but I thought about it. Recently, I discovered what had been making that noise. I was cleaning our bedroom, and moved a houseplant. I found caterpillar poop all over the floor, and a dead caterpillar to go with it. I have no idea how he got in, but he did a number on the plant.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-21729068461892881082010-12-19T16:02:00.000-06:002010-12-19T16:03:05.687-06:00

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I went out. I stayed out entirely too late, and wound up crying at Kerbey Lane at 11:00 pm.I did have fun with my friends. I managed to get some laundry done while we were there because Jessica loves me. I just need three days weekends always.Being sad makes everything more difficult. Sorting laundry, wrapping presents, grocery shopping. All of it. Jess is right, death blows.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-33336992390420354642010-12-11T18:41:00.001-06:002010-12-11T18:41:21.595-06:00

Is it unreasonable for me to want to stay home and get ready for the coming week on my "Sunday" night? I feel like shit for not wanting to hang out with my friends, and for going out anyway, even though it is not what I want to do. I can't win either way. I've spent nearly the whole day away from home, I just want to be here and take care of the things that always wind up getting away from me. I

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-38377208403065095692010-12-07T23:09:00.001-06:002010-12-07T23:09:08.982-06:00

I can't figure out what makes me more sad: being reminded that Poppy is gone, or seeing how sad my grandmother is because of his absence. It comes across her in sudden and unexpected waves, and before I can steady myself, she'll have her arms around my neck while she sobs.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-6814061098463502412010-11-29T14:01:00.002-06:002010-11-29T14:03:53.948-06:00

I missed a couple of days. Truth is, I have been SO TIRED lately. Sleeping on friend's couches and going to bed at 9pm. My posting options are to post from iPad or iPhone, and neither is ideal. There was a flurry or Chrsitmas decorating this weekend, and our house is festive, but trashed. It's pretty awesome in a bad way.

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I just spent two hours sleeping on a friend's couch while everyone else was hanging out in the living room around me. Win!

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This morning I hosted a Thanksgiving brunch for a few family members on my father's side of the family. It was so nice to be able to use the dishes and silverware we got during the wedding. It was also great to have them all around, especially Louise, who was told last week that she is cancer free. She went to see a surgeon about having tumors removed after taking chemotherapy to shrink them and

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-84670388337536981662010-11-24T23:48:00.001-06:002010-11-24T23:48:58.498-06:00

Mr. A and I share a love for the holidays. For Christmas, this year, I got a new fake tree (early) from BigLots. 7 1/2 ft, pre-lit, and once we were fine "fluffing" it, it looked pretty damn good! I am excited for our first married Christmas. Tomorrow we are having my Dad's family over for breakfast, then we're driving south to San Antonio for dinner with my mom's family. This is the first family

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-66907080541107899822010-11-23T12:10:00.002-06:002010-11-23T12:13:09.978-06:00

I just want to catch up. I don't want to have to come to work on my day off, I don't want to have to go through dirty laundry to find something to wear, ordig through the sink to find something clean enough to eat off of.I wish I knew how to make that happen.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-4011581652662369942010-11-22T23:58:00.002-06:002010-11-23T06:56:44.515-06:00

Once, when Mr. A and I first started dating he had a nightmare.I don't know if we'd even kissed yet, but I was staying at his house since I lived across town.He dreamed I was sitting on his chest, and he couldn't breathe. He told me about it, half asleep, in the middle of the night. When he woke fully, he apologized, but I absolutely took that as a sign to give him some space.Much later I found

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Man, this Narcolepsy thing is kicking my ass. The end of the day comes and I am ready for bed. At 5 pm. I'm such an old married woman. I don't even have the energy to think of something interesting to write about. In bed at 9:45.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-31882077385064314312010-11-20T23:31:00.001-06:002010-11-20T23:31:10.351-06:00

This is how much hair I cut off. I can't donate it because some of it was previously bleached and redyed. Here is what it looks like wash n' wear. I am pleased. Mr. A and I got started at 5 am today for a photo project, and we've been going all day. Antique malls, Big Lots. Planning Christmas decor and washing dishes. I am so tired.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-60599791041763011322010-11-19T08:43:00.001-06:002010-11-19T08:43:53.799-06:00

Hair appointment at 12:45!

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The margaritas made me miss a day!I had such a long day yesterday that I decided to take friends up on a last minute dinner invitation. El Meson was amazing. We had the best server ever who did a great job reading the needs of the table. He let us know that he judged his favorite dish on color, and texture, etc, and he was quite charming. He otherwise realized that we were there to visit and

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Today was long. Tomorrow will be longer.In bed at 10:15 pm. Lucky me.

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Too busy playing games to write. Perhaps tomorrow?

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Like I said I wanted, this weekend I accomplished a few things. Sara and I went to Boggy Creek Farm, and made some Kolachky:There are the ugly few:Overall it was a good day.

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The other day I searched google for information on how long I should cook enchiladas I'd frozen. This was one of the first links I found. The word choices are hilarious. http://www.food-faq.com/cooking-recipes/26643-cooking-3ci.html

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The Thing Isby Ellen Bassto love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit for gills than lungs;when grief weights you like your own fleshonly more of it, an obesity of grief,you think, How can

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I think something is living in our room. Maybe under the dresser or chest of drawers. I swear I can hear chewing in the morning when I wake up. It sounds like the noise made by a dog's tiny front teeth then they're trying to get at a flea, but very quiet, and I hear while Emma is snoring, so it isn't her? Or maybe she is making noise with her mouth while she sleeps? I don't know, but I will be

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Tonight's dinner with Andy made me really miss Poppy. I learned things about him I never knew. He visited the Pentagon during the Cuban Missle Crisis to advise on how to get photos of Cuba without being detected by radar. I also learned about how he and my grandmother used to entertain, and how much he used to cook and bake. I can't wait to fill my recipe book with my grandmother's family recipes

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And let me just fill you in on something. If your vehicle is more than three years old your estimate will absolutely be written including aftermarket parts. They will look the same. They will work the same. They will probably have a better waranty than the OEM parts, and if that is a problem for you have the shop use OEM parts and you can just pay them the difference out of pocket. Also, if the

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-5540945715963651192010-11-07T21:40:00.001-06:002010-11-07T21:40:09.661-06:00

Casey did the dishes today, and then we made dinner and re-filled the sink. He had steak, I had grilled portobella and our sides were sauteed kale, brussels sprouts, steamed carrots and new potatoes. Delicious! I so lucky to have married a man who feels the same way I do about brussels sprouts. Today I missed out on the pitbull parade. I wish I had known about it. I have wanted to get Emma back

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I'm trying to get out this recipe, but it is not easy, especially when I don't have a regular computer to work from. Also, I'm going to be honest with the whole world here: I am behind on housework, and I can't seem to catch up, no matter what. I have this coming Thursday off, hopefully that will help. Because tuis is what I am up against:Mr. A has agreed to do them tomorrow, thankfully. Hopfully

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For not posting earlier tonight like I told it to. I have a great enchilada recipe to post, but I am at a friend's house for dinner, and posting during dinner is rude.

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I wish that my whole pantry looked like this, not just one corner.My pup is pretty darn cute when she wants something from you. She gets sad when she doesn't get what she wants.Really, really sad.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-73469042115850884282010-11-03T22:06:00.001-05:002010-11-03T22:06:18.481-05:00

Go to the exhibit at the BlantonGo to the exhibit at the Harry Ransom CenterGo to the Barton Creek Greenbelt to hikePlant the winter garden (I've waited too long!)Go back to Boggy Creek Farm Finish unpackingMake kolachky on my own for the first time. (so do-able!)

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Today I am wearing my grey sweater dress because we won't be breaking 70 degrees and I was feeling indulgent. Just now as I was walking toward that bathroom I ran through a little holiday fantasy reel in my head: Grey sweater dress and tights at Christmas at Mr. A's parents when it is ACTUALLY cold outside. All warm and fuzzy images... and then I ran into a door. Not face first, but I wasn't

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I did it! I am awake at 6:15, and I've already finished my morning Internet review!

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Right now I'm laying in bed with the windows open. I can hear crickets, leaves rustling as the front blows in, the occasional distant thunder and our oscilating fan. Soon the train will go by and ruin the idyllic setting (it is really close to the house) but I'll enjoy it while I can.I am trying to go to bed. I am in the un-sexiest sleepwear ever, as I included a sports bra in the optimistic gym

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I hate working late, but the idea of getting to work early appeals to me. I set my alarm for 6:00 am, an hour before I'd like to be at work, every night. Well, it has failed again and I am blogging from bed at 7:00 am. I even went to bed last night in gym clothes so that I could wake up early, go straight to the gym and work out, and then shower and get ready there. However, I can't seem to wake

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I just agreed to do NaBloPoMo.

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Also, sometimes I realize just how happy I am, and how lucky I am to feel that way. Then my chest explodes with warmth. It's like all of the good parts of Christmas.

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I realized today JUST how long it has been since I've written anything. I only realized it by thinking of Lauren's blog, and then finding out how far behind I am. I thought of Lauren's blog because there was nothing new on Facebook. Sad, but also really indicative of what my life has been like for the past few months. I am so busy at work that I only have a minute of two to look up what is

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One week left! I am so excited. I have so many things to do still. People to track down so that I know if they are coming, a house to unpack and a garden to start, music to sort out. The family starts to pour into town on Thursday. I am going to be so tired next Sunday, come 8pm.Today I went home for lunch. I didn't call Mr. A to tell him I was coming, and I surprised him. His response was, "

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Work is insane. I am working about 50 hours a week right now. We are moving rather unexpectedly. In quite a hurry as our landlord is letting us off of the hook for the 30 days notice if we are out the first week of October. There are 23 days left before the wedding. We have a lot left to accomplish. My Grandfather, Poppy, died this morning. We were very close, and I am very sad. There are so

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Hi!I exist!I recently applied for, and was hired into, a new senior claims rep position at work. I am part of a pilot program, and they told us that there was really no way to know what to expect volume-wise when it came to the number of claims we would receive.What an understatement!I have been working twelve hour days, and it isn't like I have been completing all of my work at the end of that

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Mr. A and I are getting married in about 2 months. We are down to the wire.Last night when we were both sitting on the couch, I looked over at him. We'd both been doing our own thing. I was half amused by a rerun of a TV show I'd already seen, and he was designing a freelance ad. When I caught his eye I announced, "We are getting married in two months." "I know," and the way he said almost

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That day that the humidity was 93%? I wore glasses. DUMB MOVE. I spent half of my day waiting for my glasses to de-fog. Today I am wearing contacts, and the humidity is 94%, but at least there is something like an 80% chance for rain.I just recently got a promotion (I am now a senior claims rep- already!). Today was the first day of training for the position and I lost my badge to get into the

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I finally added a post over on We Are Getting Married. Go see!

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Let's just pause and consider 93% humidity:

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Every one around me is sad, and it really sucks. Do you know what it is like to feel guilty about being happy? Yeah. The sentence doesn't even sound right, does it? All of the sad people around me are sad for valid reasons, and so I feel selfish wanting to shake them and tell them to cheer the fuck up so we can have some fun together. I start to get down about it, sulk that no one else is going

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1. Thursday is when the festivities actually began. My mom came up to work and had lunch with me in the cafeteria. Fancy, I know.2. I got my birthday gift from my mom at lunch. Two cute sleeveless tops. The big gift is the fact that she is going to help pay for a car repair I have coming up.3. That night I got my gift from Mr. A: An iPad!4. The iPad was actually from Mr. A, my dad, and step-mom.5

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All around me friends lives are going to shit. I am having a hard time posting amidst all of that sadness because things are going fairly well for me. It seems mean to me. The garden is exploding and I keep adding to it. I have found the secret to stopping caterpillars in their tracks. That reduced the number of times a day I cures by more than half.Mr. A is done with school, and now it is

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Dear Cafeteria Lady, You have been making salad for me for over a year now. You are usually very good about listening to my needs, and I love you for that, really. After a long and peaceful relationship we have a problem. Sweetheart, you've stopped listening. Last week when I asked for one little ladle-full of dressing you gave me two. Today I said one, and held up my index finger to indicate

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Hi! I know you're out there wondering why I don't write more than three sentences, and did I really need to discuss menstruation? Answers - soon. You see, there is just enough of a storm left that I can catch a little late night thunder and enjoy a beer on my front porch - and I have room in my diet today to do it. It is an opportunity I cannot let pass.

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-63452363437680693042010-06-01T23:44:00.001-05:002010-06-01T23:44:45.486-05:00

Guess what happens when you get lazy and run out of undies because you haven't done any laundry in a while? Well, if you decide you can totally make it commando ONE DAY and you head off to work in jeans you will start your period. It is like bad luck magic!It is times like these I wonder if I will ever grow up. I swear I was keeping track! It wasn't supposed to happen for another three or four

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-77544771795717017692010-05-06T16:05:00.001-05:002010-05-06T16:06:31.635-05:00

Dear Universal Powers That Be, Lay off of Lauren for a bit, will ya? The girl needs to catch her breath for a second before you knock her down again. The Q

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I've been in a training class all week for my adjuster's license. Today while we did a review I took notes:This all makes perfect sense to me. Post a link in comments to an example of your notes. I want to see how other people make sense of things.

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So, things are good. I never really discuss the good things here, so I thought I'd give it a whirl.- I am able to register for classes at ACC April 15th to help improve my GPA. I am working through a GRE prep book.- I got hired into a new position! With cooler responsibilities! More excitement! Better pay! And more room for growth!- I am getting married in 6 months!- I am off of work at four

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-51707152050422327922010-04-10T14:29:00.003-05:002010-04-14T12:21:18.686-05:00

As long as I have a kitchen sink with only one basin, I am not buying any more Mrs. Meyer's Clean Day dish soap.I love the way it smells, it goes a really long way, and it it good at cutting grease. The problem is, I don't fill my sink with hot soapy water, and then all of the dishes, as they suggest. They never get clean enough that way since I only have one basin. Instead I rinse, scrub with

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Just in case you missed it:

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Note to self (and the rest of ya) She & Him's "Home" is a song to play at the wedding.

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Cafeteria fail: "Hummus Sandwich" - adding hummus, a leaf of lettuce and a half slice of tomato to a sandwich roll does not make a good sandwich. Also, $3.89 is a ridiculous price. Needs work.Work success: I got the claims position I applied for. I start 4/26, and for the first 9 weeks I do not have to work weekends. Sweet!

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I told my dad I would give Emma a bath and clip her nails before I took her to his house for the weekend. She was in the tub at 7:30 this morning, unhappy. This is where Emma and I differ on routine. The first thing I do in the morning (except today) is get in the shower. I don't need coffee to get going, I need hot water. Emma DOES NOT want to start her day off with a bath. I probably ruined her

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-40939875344356308542010-04-02T12:02:00.002-05:002010-04-02T12:18:58.555-05:00

I applied for a new position at work, and interviewed yesterday. It was a little nerve-wrecking. They use the STAR interview method, asking about a specific situation, the task it required, the action I took, and the result. I take 20-30 calls a day. Most of them contain conflict, or information that is difficult to convey or explain (i.e. "I know your Grandmother who lives with you is 90,

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-48280622892726263772010-03-26T23:40:00.001-05:002010-03-26T23:40:17.868-05:00

Did you know that it has been more than six months since Mr. A and I quit smoking? It blows my mind.

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Faux Pas on the Ultra Wide and Slim.Plum tree (I think) with a fish eye attachment on the Ultra Wide and Slim.Palm tree on the Ultra Wide and Slim.A dirty horse, caught! on the Ultra Wide and Slim.The house and the trees on the Golden Half.Play on the Golden Half.INSANE EMMA! On the Golden Half.

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I must be afraid of the gym. I cannot bring myself to go, but damn I need to.Edit: I made it. I wasn't bad at all. Ideally I'll wake up early tomorrow so I can work out before work. realistically, I'll squeeze in a 15 minute workout in with my lunch break.

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Here is the garden so far. What is not shown? Spinach. What does not show up? Swiss Chard and carrot seedlings. What you do see, in order of appearance: Brussels sprouts, radishes, leaf lettuce, potatoes, blackberries, blueberries and fig. In the red cups I am growing tomatoes, Sweet 100 and Roma. The other seedlings are Eggplant and peppers. In the pots are mint and finally, Strawberries.

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So, some foolish girl I know accidentally gave out MY cell phone number to someone she met on a dating site. It took me a text or two to figure out who the heck "Rachel" was, and how she got my number. After dialing 512-4XX-XXXX so many times over the past 9 years it's just routine, I guess, and that is what goes into an email after she types "512."

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The mail delivery was especially nice yesterday.

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Remember back when I waited tables and I hated people? When I threatened them with decaf coffee over demands for banana bread?I THOUGHT that was hate, but it was a mild annoyance, like a gnat in my ear. NOW I hate people. So much it hits me in the chest like acid reflux.Just thought I should warn you.

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Last night I made my first loaf of bread from memory. It was a loaf of white bread, because I was out of wheat flour. That was my first accomplishment: I confidently modified a recipe without looking! I used honey instead of the usual molasses, all white flour instead of 2.5 cups wheat, and the rest white. What I have found really interesting over the last couple of months that I've been playing

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Just crossed "memorize bread recipe" off of my life list! Now to manage to "do so often."

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One thing I have learned working on phones, is that people across the country need to change the batteries in their smoke detectors. I hear at least one a day.

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I have dye in my hair and eyebrows, whitening trays in my mouth, the result is comic. While I wait to wash out the dye, I clean up my bathroom shelves. There I see wax, creme hair remover, scrubs that exfoliate, lotions that tan skin, curlers and irons. Feminine "beauty" is a ridiculous charade, and I buy right into it.

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My new schedule starts tomorrow. I am going to have Sundays and Mondays off from here on out. I am excited and relieved to have the new schedule, but I am worried about my schedule flexibility when I finally get to go back to school. I am afraid that I may have to go part-time.For the last year and a half I have agonized over my schedule. At first I thought that Wednesdays and Sundays off would

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Today, again I woke up at 7:00 am, and laid in bed. This time I wrote and email and checked that the internets were still intact.I rolled out of bed at 7:30 with the best intentions, but somewhere things went amiss. Maybe it was when I decided it was a good day to shave my legs, wear a dress, or when I put on make-up. All I know is that the next time I loooked at the clock is was 8:30, and almost

The Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04998095281842836104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924384.post-36994016745143366852010-03-04T10:03:00.003-06:002010-03-04T11:10:08.420-06:00

Each day I think, "If I could just get up a little earlier, I could get so much more done." I am no where near a bed when I think this. Beds change everything. Don't f-up my scheduled 9 hours of sleep.Things I could do If I'd get up at 7:00 instead of 8:00:- a load of laundry-make breakfast- dishes- sun salutations- walk the dog- water the plants- choose one: sweep, mop, vacuum- a mix of a couple

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