tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76261449936423288192024-03-12T20:54:13.534-06:00Those Crazy Beansa peek inside the crazy life of the bean familybebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.comBlogger421125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-74818639299184212252012-03-11T11:12:00.003-06:002012-03-11T11:28:03.827-06:00M&MsAsk anyone if they've ever had M&Ms and you'll get the same answer. Everyone has a favorite, right? They come in fun colors and are available in the original version, with peanuts or peanut butter, in dark chocolate, coconut, with almonds... There are even new mint versions, minis, and pretzels!<br />
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Some people don't care what version they eat--they like them all. Others have a favorite color. Some people have even attributed meaning to certain colors... Green, anyone? I even know people who decorate with M&Ms. Did you know that you can buy entire bags of custom colors? Or, for the truly vain, you can have your name or picture printed on each little candy.<br />
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But here's my little secret... I hate M&Ms... I don't enjoy eating them (I prefer Reese's Pieces). And I don't even like people around me to eat them (ahem... Mister!). There is something about the crunch they make when you bite them. It's just wrong, chocolate shouldn't crunch!<br />
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We've always been chocolate snobs at our house. HRH, who doesn't eat candy, will eat a chocolate on occasion. When she was about 4 years old, someone offered her a garden-variety chocolate. It was probably something from the grocery store. She indignantly informed them that she only eats Cummings! I guess I tipped my hand there--we love Cummings Studio Chocolates! Anyway--thanks to a certain new friend of mine (who has graciously instilled in me an appreciation of authentic Belgian chocolate) I have now confirmed my previous conclusion... Chocolate should not crunch.<br />
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So, although I don't plan to down a bag of the <i>little favorites</i> anytime soon, I do enjoy a good marketing idea. I've gotten quite a kick out of the new "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn3mktl30iw&list=UUWStqpgu1Pt3VhXCOGlmkkw&feature=plcp" target="_blank">naked</a>" M&M commercials... I guess the only question for me is this... Do the new Ms Brown and Green get along? I can't image that they do. <br />
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And then there are fantastic days full of smiles and congratulations...<br />
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Today was neither.<br />
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Today was one of those days just happen to be amazing for no apparent reason. And the funny thing is, today had just about everything working against it! Freezing weather. Blustery winds. An early wake-up time. A long drive to the middle of nowhere (sorry Millard County--you know I love ya!). A dentist appointment. A quick lunch in the car. Phone calls, business stops, meetings and to-dos. <br />
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But I'm going to bed tonight with a smile. It's been a good day.<br />
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My day starts with approving HRH's outfit and hair style--yes, she wakes me every morning for this chore. lol<br />
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Get breakfast for the little boys. No, Max--you cannot survive on Wheat Thins. JJ you need more than 10 calories. Zeke--27 bowls of cereal is quite enough.<br />
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Let the dog out.<br />
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Let the dog in. Feed the dog. <br />
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Get the boys ready for school, including telling M that his shirt is on backward, making J re-brush his teeth (this time with toothpaste), and telling Z that neither a pajama top nor a short sleeved shirt are recommended for the dead of winter.<br />
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Let the dog out. <br />
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Comb the boys hair, threaten to shave their heads.<br />
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Decide their teeth are still gross and re-brush them all myself.<br />
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Drive the boys to school--in my jammies, quite a sight...<br />
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Come home, let the dog in.<br />
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Do dishes, fold a load of laundry. Toss wash into the dryer.<br />
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Take a shower. Hair, makeup, clothes--not in that order...<br />
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Let the dog out.<br />
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Collect 47 items of laundry from bedroom and bathroom floors and start another load of laundry.<br />
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Let the dog in.<br />
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Work on computer to fulfill customer orders.<br />
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Make phone calls to place new orders and locate new vendors and price lists.<br />
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Crate the dog.<br />
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Run to office and then panic when I realize that HRH is ready for a ride home from school and I'm still in SLC.<br />
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Pick up HRH from school.<br />
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Let the dog out.<br />
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Figure out something for lunch.<br />
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Let the dog in.<br />
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Help HRH with homework.<br />
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Do more laundry.<br />
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Talk to a friend. <br />
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Wash any remaining dishes, which is usually in the form of pots and pans for things I didn't even cook...<br />
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Finish up a little computer work. Send emails.<br />
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Let the dog out.<br />
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Let the dog in. Crate the dog.<br />
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Drive to the school to pick up Sarah for our carpool. Drive HRH and Sarah to dance.<br />
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Get stuck in traffic on the way back from dance. Make frantic calls to get someone prepared to do a rescue pick-up in case I don't get to the elementary school on time for the boys.<br />
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Dash home to get boys dressed in whatever uniform or outfit is necessary. Grab suitable snacks and deliver the boys to dance, tumbling, scouts, karate, or whatever oddity that they might be doing.<br />
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Let the dog out.<br />
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Let the dog in. Crate the dog.<br />
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Watch odd class in which boys participate in case of accidental injury causing an unforeseen stop by the ER.<br />
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Run to moms to save her from data-loss disaster.<br />
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Drive to Provo to pick up HRH. Stopping on the way to pick up print orders for work.<br />
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Drop Sarah off in Cedar Hills--dash home.<br />
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Let the dog out.<br />
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Get home in time to make ravioli and meatballs (from a can) for whomever will eat it. Scrounge for the rest of us... (I've been known to dine on Cheetos and Diet Coke.)<br />
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Let the dog in. Feed the dog.<br />
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Work on homework with the boys--once they graduate to Fourth grade, I will have successfully passed Third grade a grand total of 6 times...<br />
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Dump all three boys in the tub and threaten them with their lives if they don't use soap and shampoo.<br />
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Help HRH with more homework.<br />
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Let the dog out.<br />
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Let the dog in.<br />
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Talk to The Mister: this might equal a grand total of 3 sentences--especially if he's out of town and I am still struggling to get everyone off to bed.<br />
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Send everyone to bed--after brushing teeth (again, with toothpaste) for all the boys.<br />
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Do a little more computer work.<br />
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Watch The Big Bang Theory (I have 4 complete seasons on DVD). <br />
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Find anything that will pass as pajamas.<br />
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Read a book in bed. <br />
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Let the dog out.<br />
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Let the dog in. Crate the dog.<br />
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Pass out.
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Notice that I did not get all the laundry into the dryer, nor did I cook an appropriately nutritious meal. I didn't buy any groceries, nor did I pay the bills. I neglected to clean the toilets. I didn't go shopping at the mall. I did not get a Smash Burger (tragic!). I didn't pick up the dry cleaning nor did I get the oil changed in my car. I hope to do some of these things tomorrow... Or the next day... Or maybe next week...... We'll see.<br />
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I've never actually heard that saying before, and I'm sure I just did it a terrible injustice... But, whatever...<br />
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I've recently become acquainted with the merits of Oil Rubbed Bronze spray paint. I can't believe the transformation that a little ORB can achieve! It can update, improve, camouflage, transform and create... Truly miraculous! But I do concede that maybe I am finding a little too much love in a bottle. I actually told my dad not to stand in my entryway too long unless he wanted to be bronzed... He thought I was kidding!<br />
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So, here are some examples of what I can do (have done) with my little bit of <i>magic in a can</i>.<br />
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First off, our new home came with brushed nickle everything. And, while it's fine for some styles, it's not <i>my</i> style. So--I bronzed all my light fixtures.<br />
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That went so well that I moved onto the bathroom. Did you know you can create your own ORB Dixie Cup dispenser? Yep, you can! Here's proof!<br />
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I've also bronzed some ugly, old, wooden candle sticks, and I made a beautiful ORB lamp out of a really grungy brass lamp. Oh, the possibilities! ORB, I love you!<br />
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For those of you less versed in Star Wars, that is sound of a Lightsaber.
So I drove 50 miles (at least) accompanied by woozsh-vvvwmmm, and then the fun really began! Darth Vader started speaking from the back seat of the car!<br />
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Luckily, Darth seemed pretty distracted by the saber duel going on behind me. Because if he'd started shouting,
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Well, then I'd have had to pull over right there to put an end to things.<br />
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It's been so mild and nice... I almost forgot that fall was on its way in. But it's sprinkling tonight, and the temperature is supposed to drop. However, the true telltale sign that summer is over is that I've started cooking again.<br />
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There is something about the cool weather that brings out the chef and baker in me. I think my family was shocked that we didn't have to order pizza or pick up burgers. I hope it was a pleasant change for them. I know I enjoyed the afternoon at home preparing our dinner!<br />
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I only hope I can keep it up! I'd love to do more baking this year, now that I'm not fighting altitude. I just found a recipe for pumpkin cinnamon rolls... I think that's going to be my very next effort! <br />
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My new schedule is something like this... Jammies, read a book, flip through a magazine, watch Netflix, Skype with European friends, climb back in bed, stare at the ceiling, realize it's 3am...<br />
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Not the best schedule for an alarm clock setting of 7am! Anyone who knows me knows that<br />
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I love The Mister, I really do. But, even those we love can have peculiar or eccentric characteristics. The Mister has one particularly long-documented foible... I can live with his <a href="http://thosecrazybeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-misters-away.html">Paper Man</a> tendencies. I raise my brows at his embarrassment for other people--even when they aren't embarrassed for themselves. I smirk at his signature snack--melted cheese and milk toast (seems a little geriatric, doesn't it?). But there is one idiosyncrasy which truly drives me up the wall. The Mister loses things.<br />
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I know we all misplace things occasionally. The mate to a sock. The car keys. The <a href="http://thosecrazybeans.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-nobody-answers-phone.html">cordless phone</a>. I Even understand the temporary loss of a car in a large parking lot, or an investment in a start-up...<br />
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But The Mister LOSES things! And it's never the $5 flip-flops or the old sweatshirt. It's not the 7-11 sunglasses. It's not the lid to the toothpaste.<br />
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The Mister has a penchant for losing expensive or hard-to-replace items. These losses usually equate to significantly inconvenient situations... Followed by ineffectual searching... Resulting in eventual replacement purchasing...<br />
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Let's document. The credit cards (numerous times), actual cost, just the inconvenience. The mail key (still missing), re-keying cost, $40. Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, worn once, $50. The electronic key to his company car (twice), $85. Maui Jims that he <i>had</i> to have for nostalgic reasons, $150. His wedding band, worn for approximately 6 months, $200. His company Blackberry, $400. President's Club ring, $500. The company laptop, $2000. An entire Volvo sedan, $3000. And his own hearing aids, $5000.<br />
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So, what inspired this post? Well, here's the thing... The Mister has lost something new. The Mister has actually lost pants. We flew to NYC, stayed overnight, went to a show, and The Mister flew home alone. Unsupervised... Which is where the trouble started. When I arrived back home, a few days later, we couldn't find his pants. His <i>brand</i> <i>new</i>, I-pleaded-with-him-to-buy-them, $160 Big Star jeans. Now, you might ask, how did he get home with his shoes and his shirt but no pants? Well, that's the six million dollar question. You didn't happen to see a bottom-less passenger on a recent flight from JFK to SLC, did you?<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-17652901985058672722011-09-24T23:27:00.001-06:002011-09-24T23:28:06.623-06:00Pee-ers RevisitedFor those of you who are just joining me... You have a lot of catching up to do! LOL Actually--not too much, but this post actually <i>is</i> a follow-up to previous posts... Before we moved off the hill, we had an epidemic of post-midnight <a href="http://thosecrazybeans.blogspot.com/2010/08/puddles.html">pee-ers</a>. There was the near-miss in the pantry. The puddle at the foot of the bed in the next bedroom. And the bull's eye shot into the <a href="http://thosecrazybeans.blogspot.com/2010/09/puddles-part-deux.html">dresser drawer</a> full of clean clothes.<br />
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Most of those nighttime escapades were somewhat <a href="http://thosecrazybeans.blogspot.com/2011/03/puddles-part-3.html">anonymous</a>. That is no longer the case. One of The Buddies, who shall remain nameless, has renewed his passion for peeing in assorted places. Earlier this week I heard someone wandering about--it was late, and I thought everyone was asleep... In <i>he</i> walked, tugging on his underwear. And before I realized what was happening, he was peeing in my bathtub! I tried to redirect him to the toilet, but that just encouraged him to wing <i>that thing</i> around, and his wild aiming was no longer being contained by my basin! So--I quickly reevaluated and encouraged him to finish his business and get back to bed.<br />
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Two nights later, I heard rustling again... I got up to check, and saw a similar sight. The Buddy was tugging at his tighty-whities (which happened to be blue) and proceeded to wave <i>his business</i> around his room. Let's be clear... We no longer live in the contemporary house with the <a href="http://thosecrazybeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-easily-cleaned.html">concrete floors</a>! This was not good! So, I helped him tuck it away and hustled him into the bathroom... which has tile... not carpet... <br />
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The best part (is there a best part?) came the next morning.<br />
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Hey, Buddy, do remember what you did last night? </blockquote>
To which he vehemently denies any such occurrences. He honestly remembers nothing! Truly at a loss... What to do...?<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-30383866342062093152011-09-09T18:15:00.000-06:002011-09-24T23:28:36.527-06:00Autumn Slides into the ValleyAs I witness the harbingers of fall, I know my heightened enthusiasm irritates many of my friends. This year, for the first time--maybe ever--I was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of fall colors and coolish weather. I have thoroughly enjoyed these waning weeks of summer. The warm afternoons, fading into pleasant evenings of dining under an umbrella... But today I saw it. In that little canyon... The first one you see as you head up the hill...? There were subtle shades of orange in there... Just whispers of color, really. But they were there.<br />
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I've always loved autumn. And <i>autumn</i> appeals to me so much more than <i>fall</i>. Maybe because it's more adept at invoking the true feeling of the season. Winter is powerful--with the sharp wind, the biting cold, the blinding light reflecting off the snow... But autumn is subtle. Fading temperatures, transforming colors, a gentle slide from the sizzle of summer to the bitterness of winter. It's a season of mellowness. Mellow colors, flavors, aromas.<br />
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Despite being caught unawares, I'm looking forward to the anticipated changes that autumn ushers into the valley. Baking pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, simmering spiced cider, listening for the crackle of pine logs in the fireplace.<br />
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I'm not wishing away the beautiful weather, but I'm ready for the change. <br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-70102905541470225892011-09-05T17:42:00.002-06:002011-09-05T17:42:58.343-06:00Summer's Come and Gone--AlmostWow! It's been a long time since I've logged in to Blogger. The whole interface has changed and it took me a minute to find my way around! I guess I've been so <i>busy</i> enjoying <i>not being busy</i> that I took an unintentional, prolonged vacation from blogging. But the kids are back in school. The schedule has once again become routine, so I guess I should get back to <i>real life</i> as well.<br />
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I've enjoyed my summer even more than usual this year. Two (quick) trips to NYC with the requisite shopping and dining. A new job (that I love). Lunches with my girlfriends. Dates with The Mister. Movie nights out on the lawn... Snoasis, days on the lake, corn on the cob. What's not to like?<br />
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Maybe the best part of this particular summer has been meeting new friends. Neighbors in the new neighborhood. Mom's of some of HRH's new dance friends in NYC. Strangers on airplanes...<br />
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It might be the end of 2011--but I think this is going to be the start of a fantastic year!<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-7167606763117255702011-06-11T16:30:00.001-06:002011-06-11T19:36:40.434-06:00Ready to Concede DefeatLast week a lovely, young couple moved into the neighborhood. It's obvious that they are completely devoted to one another. They chatter happily as they work to create their new home together. They never seem to squabble. They are committed to getting their home in order as quickly as possible.<br />
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My adorable new neighbors are the Swallows... No, not exactly Mr and Mrs Swallow--more like <i>the barn swallows</i>. Yep, my new neighbors are a couple of birds.<br />
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So The Swallows (Mr and Mrs) decided to relocate to the neighborhood late last week. I enjoy their lively twittering. Their roost of choice is the temperature gauge right outside my office window, which gives me a prime spot for observing them. I've noticed their pretty colors, iridescent blue wings, orange heads, yellow bellies... And I thoroughly enjoy their animated conversations. Their cheerful chatter makes me smile. They are brightly colored, energetic, and very entertaining to watch. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TcolRtykwzvLFEG-kgg8fkO8b_6kCbme75nZFJAE268RiE0xX8VQhS8jvYA0lD3_xOCFc2pYW5fduzxO13MI5ymAVvyDGkhJwsAgCnOa9JViH3ttyF1wxNVrqaFDiKI7nsMh7ZSt9Vni/s1600/barnSwallow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TcolRtykwzvLFEG-kgg8fkO8b_6kCbme75nZFJAE268RiE0xX8VQhS8jvYA0lD3_xOCFc2pYW5fduzxO13MI5ymAVvyDGkhJwsAgCnOa9JViH3ttyF1wxNVrqaFDiKI7nsMh7ZSt9Vni/s200/barnSwallow.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>It was obvious from the first that the friendly little neighbors were some type of swallow; I decided to find out more. So this is what I found out: my cheerful neighbors are the same pesky little birds who love to build muddy nests. I know, I know... They will keep the pesky bugs out of my yard, and I'm sure they have other redeeming qualities, but here's what else I learned...<br />
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Barn swallows mate for life. They will live four to seven years, and they will return to the same nest year after year. They hatch two broods a year--each brood usually includes three to four hatchlings. The first brood generally hangs around to help with the second brood. This is all fine and dandy--after all, we encourage committed relationships and a tightly-knit family unit. The next part is where things get dicey...<br />
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So, besides the messy, muddy nest, and the unsanitary droppings, these cheerful little chirpers are also territorial. Especially when they have a brood in the nest. So, basically, I'm looking at the young couple, and their first brood dive-bombing any guests who come to my door during the raising of the second brood. Would you come to visit me if you know that you would be attacked by a swooping flock at my door? No, I didn't think so...<br />
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So we've taken to discouraging The Swallows. It's not that I'm opposed to them living in the neighborhood, but I'm not sure about having them as "live-in'" guests, so to speak, for the next four to seven years. Every day we spray the mud off the eves of the porch. Again, and again, and again. The Swallows are nothing, if not persistent! This has been going on for a week now. And after a week of starting over with their nest-building every few hours, they just keep at it.<br />
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I'm about ready to concede. The Mister, however, is holding his ground. It is, after all, the house he is financing--The Swallows haven't even offered to pay rent for the pleasure of sharing our roof. So, armed with a Super Soaker water gun, The Mister attacks, retreats, and attacks again. <br />
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It might be a very long summer... <br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-65794334573653733762011-06-08T21:52:00.001-06:002011-06-08T21:54:39.283-06:00bcharmed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZojNDdB7fGNVYjMV3aFGt01-Q9aAMg_uCZI3MX937K7CYZbLAmbFYj4JZq6gecZQk6-xZGSxWbJtxBJAZ8lWrxyUiPFfAwg5uNmXnogwOdFTyfvOdY92M__RTXiDhF4Gbd-nQd2FBd0Z3/s1600/Independent+Stylist+Logo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZojNDdB7fGNVYjMV3aFGt01-Q9aAMg_uCZI3MX937K7CYZbLAmbFYj4JZq6gecZQk6-xZGSxWbJtxBJAZ8lWrxyUiPFfAwg5uNmXnogwOdFTyfvOdY92M__RTXiDhF4Gbd-nQd2FBd0Z3/s200/Independent+Stylist+Logo-1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Sometimes you find yourself lucky enough to know the right people. I've just found myself in that position! My good friends (and former neighbors) have just launched an awesome jewelry company called bcharmed. This opportunity was a no-brainer. Their jewelry is beautiful and creative, the compensation is phenomenal, and they've done everything possible to make this a successful, turn-key opportunity.<br />
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Look at this gorgeous Stylist Showcase! You get beautiful, black velvet display pieces, and over $600 worth of jewelry! And the best part is that you get to pick your own jewelry pieces--pick your favorites and show them off to all your friends.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIFKToCHslgEci3i-tJOf2bYonXoSf7B2Acauh4KJkGHDPFVSZh3gPqIanyZbN3eeYP4QDfVMGQc_XPPw0oyX9ZIrARrLZERzO3EcDam6ZdVhmd-sPvlijtcM1GW4JrA7ReXFp2rHsJeM/s1600/bcharmed-liberty-justice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIFKToCHslgEci3i-tJOf2bYonXoSf7B2Acauh4KJkGHDPFVSZh3gPqIanyZbN3eeYP4QDfVMGQc_XPPw0oyX9ZIrARrLZERzO3EcDam6ZdVhmd-sPvlijtcM1GW4JrA7ReXFp2rHsJeM/s1600/bcharmed-liberty-justice.jpg" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhyphenhyphenqLgF2eYvc4qaIAMPqybWQpkGtokkb4dBY21SyhGFUDiN5ypcuXe8kLUTKIBGUhzrBb0n8b-EOlK95xHntxrulbxolEHl646ARO_oF68B82jr6Ilxt2h-mcWaOru6syXsJlFPDgdvun/s1600/necklace.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>bcharmed has put a lot of forethought into designing the look of this company. Not only are they meticulous in the creation of each piece of jewelry, but each piece arrives beautifully packaged. This company is truly detail oriented.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFVhspvvpWjuO8Ba1TWDZXcwhPw_ghboJhIVzhV5PzOLK-2vUA6Ez81UQbiidKqh2-hC6BHUqmgmlBRdIRoYX1Oes4kGs2sZsnzA5H6vcDMNoZcoHZzyNhcbzpmvwqwEueDDTiiUGjJhd/s1600/agwithpearl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFVhspvvpWjuO8Ba1TWDZXcwhPw_ghboJhIVzhV5PzOLK-2vUA6Ez81UQbiidKqh2-hC6BHUqmgmlBRdIRoYX1Oes4kGs2sZsnzA5H6vcDMNoZcoHZzyNhcbzpmvwqwEueDDTiiUGjJhd/s200/agwithpearl.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>So, lucky for you--you found my blog! And I certainly know how to hook you up! If you're interested in improving your income outlook, or just in purchasing a little bling for yourself, you need to check out bcharmed. I'm currently working on my new bcharmed Independent Stylist website--check it out at <a href="http://www.bforevercharmed.com/">www.bforevercharmed.com</a>. It's a work in progress, but you can see some more fun pictures of the jewelry. <br />
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Want more information? Email me! <b>I can send you a sneak peek of the catalog</b> (it's still in production). It doesn't matter where you live, let's schedule a bcharmed boutique for you--did I mention you'll get FREE stuff?! Email me today--the next five hosts to book a boutique will get some extra bcharmed FREEBIES!<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-9844093492062515162011-04-19T14:08:00.001-06:002011-09-24T23:33:28.875-06:00HTML on the BrainI've been neglecting my blog... <i>I know</i>. But I've been <strike>obsessed with</strike> working on a new project.<br />
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Now, I'm no computer guru. In fact, other than how to spell the terms, I know nothing about Source Code or HTML. My working knowledge of computers has barely progressed from AOL to Google. I'm afraid of Control-Alt-Delete. And my iMac's operating system still confuses me.<br />
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I am, however, a master of the Computer Crash. I can (and usually do) crash annually. But, despite my reputation for hard drive annihilation, I am pushing forward into the Digital Unknown. I. Am. Writing. Code.<br />
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If you know me at all, you know that once I get a bee in my bonnet I am a bit single-minded. I research, ask questions, and generally make a pest of myself to anyone who will listen to me. And then I jump in with both feet.<br />
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My latest project? Building a website (by myself--really!) for my Scentsy business. I could have paid someone (that's what most of the other Independent Consultants do). But where's the fun in that? So I've chosen my colors, picked a style, and made my first effort. OK, maybe it's not my first effort, but I'm at the point where I actually have a <i>functioning </i>effort! LOL <br />
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At the risk of looking like I am shamelessly promoting my Scentsy business, I do want to invite you to take a look... More than shameless promotion, think of it as pride of achievement. Yes, I'm a little impressed with myself! Not only is it kinda cute (IMHO), but all the linky-thingys work! YAY!<br />
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So, here is the link to my temporary hosting site. (I can't believe I actually know <i>anything</i> about <i>any</i> type of hosting sites!) <a href="http://www.wickless-wonder.com/">www.wickless-wonder.com</a>.<br />
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Well, let me know what you think. But be kind... First efforts and all, remember? <br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-43230777554066355912011-04-01T10:32:00.000-06:002011-04-01T10:32:20.232-06:00DecisionsI'm a Master Decision-maker... Ha ha haha... Actually I'm a Decision Procrastinator. It's not that I don't want to bring things to a conclusion--to resolve the issues... But, first, I have to <i>research.</i> And by <i>research</i>, what I really mean is that I need to consult all available resources. Consumer Reports. PC Magazine. Cnet. ZDnet. The BBB...<br />
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But, today, I made an impromptu executive decision. Immediately. On the spot. Without second-guessing. And you know what? It feels good!<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-41966620943361149932011-03-20T21:55:00.001-06:002011-03-20T21:56:05.554-06:00Time<div style="text-align: center;">It's so crazy how quickly time gets away from us!<br />
This photo was taken in July 1991. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-vFBc8UqGs9Yv4GA_PvFJGsg2wTnluvPp-3iwgJIv9M4Qgbpfd9mjiQ8lE-gY-mdIa7R-xhWesicczEVZD3b3U5p5kpgku0STK80JrqDIdx8pKp-1f8mNMjz2cezuO75_PDZRrKE18CG/s1600/tom+and+mike3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-vFBc8UqGs9Yv4GA_PvFJGsg2wTnluvPp-3iwgJIv9M4Qgbpfd9mjiQ8lE-gY-mdIa7R-xhWesicczEVZD3b3U5p5kpgku0STK80JrqDIdx8pKp-1f8mNMjz2cezuO75_PDZRrKE18CG/s400/tom+and+mike3.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>The little guy in the photo is The Boy. The handsome guy (with the cheesy grin) is my brother. I just realized that The Boy is now almost two years <i>older</i> than Tom was when this photo was taken. Isn't that just too crazy? And mom, I'll send you a copy of this photo! <br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-11216053029521695402011-03-18T07:53:00.000-06:002011-03-18T07:53:31.444-06:00Curves<div style="text-align: center;">I am well acquainted with the word <i>voluptuous</i>, </div><div style="text-align: center;">but yesterday I discovered a new word. </div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">vo-LUMP-tuous </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's just say that I can relate to this new word even better! lol <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And so much more descriptive, isn't it? </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a></div>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-80654091206777015732011-03-15T20:36:00.000-06:002011-03-15T20:36:21.752-06:00EmptyI feel like my head is completely empty lately... Maybe the hours of mindless driving (sounds scary, huh?) fueled by <i>compulsive Easter candy eating</i> is a causative factor. Whatever!<br />
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For lack of anything worthwhile to share, I thought I'd just embarrass HRH by posting this pic. I took this a couple of weeks ago for an audition... <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2ENTBPWB0x0nMYY2xNVZt_ebcFvJst4athMDRKmedRFUZZt7D_-969_xRTRyGaiObonhV_0iVvUBlCWC8JDg8iPXMqD_cAKWYgg_Sn08Fd7yymbDe8ktMOcGOhjVDj61OJi0TA-RDEAr/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2ENTBPWB0x0nMYY2xNVZt_ebcFvJst4athMDRKmedRFUZZt7D_-969_xRTRyGaiObonhV_0iVvUBlCWC8JDg8iPXMqD_cAKWYgg_Sn08Fd7yymbDe8ktMOcGOhjVDj61OJi0TA-RDEAr/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, she does look just like her mother, doesn't she? NOT!</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-91016918217488468322011-03-14T13:17:00.000-06:002011-03-14T13:17:49.580-06:00NeighborsWe are settling into our new neighborhood. I have to say, living on a street that is full of children is a happy change for us! We loved our former neighbors... We just wished there had been more of them to love! We went from a neighborhood of vacant houses and few children to a neighborhood just teeming with friends and cohorts! Now, if I could just convince The Buddies to tell me where they're going I'd be set! Max has a bad habit of wandering off with any new friend he makes... That makes it a little hard for me to find him! We nearly called the police twice last week! We've got to do some serious training around here!<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-90730044937325301052011-03-11T22:46:00.000-07:002011-03-11T22:46:08.564-07:00PantryI've heard that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone... I'd say that's about right! Our last house had an amazing pantry. Granite counter tops, cherry cabinets, an extra fridge... It even had a window! And now I'm relegated to a pantry that barely qualifies as a closet. I know, a small pantry closet is typical, but still... Gotta miss all those shelves and the extra fridge--Popsicle, anyone?!<br />
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So, The Mister had this <i>brilliant</i> idea that he should build an additional pantry. I told him that we'd just have to keep extra food storage in the basement... He just <i>would not</i> listen. And then he started building his project--without my approval! I made more than my share of disparaging remarks. And I wondered who, in their right mind, would agree with him about this being a good idea.<br />
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Apparently, in my right mind, I would be the one to agree with him! That Mister is truly brilliant! I can't believe that I thought he'd lost all his marbles... It still sounds crazy, but it is so functional! The new pantry is in the garage, just outside the kitchen door. It is accessed by the landing from the stairs that lead from the garage floor into the house. It is suspended over an additional fridge and freezer which are located at the back of the garage. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">So, I'll do a premature reveal and post a few photos...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GmuOXjkmUnRG4Sw2CjSLllU-9oBz_ooMNFTUQ502PGyfq0HoiDN0mGjtPFWD-AM7eiB7c37ydg-1UcYDuPyTl7PTLFA7bOGE2SO47iTeRJkk5I1DZMu3b29cwuBNXY2TYONqt3SeAtEE/s1600/IMG_1859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GmuOXjkmUnRG4Sw2CjSLllU-9oBz_ooMNFTUQ502PGyfq0HoiDN0mGjtPFWD-AM7eiB7c37ydg-1UcYDuPyTl7PTLFA7bOGE2SO47iTeRJkk5I1DZMu3b29cwuBNXY2TYONqt3SeAtEE/s320/IMG_1859.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These are the stairs from the garage to the house. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The door opens directly into the kitchen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The stairs to the right (stacked with boxes) enter the protruding pantry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-r850rABcnTfqIkRVxYOekONLUcMqxMGkJvRb-VhZMI-HTDYGO7FbtWST2aGU4pNMw2ARaREKOvV_rFV8zyPtedV8F8aphHVv2A-ovSA3f5hf-B-DHOg4KOCiBje8kO_L8syrT5AXYfrd/s1600/IMG_1856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-r850rABcnTfqIkRVxYOekONLUcMqxMGkJvRb-VhZMI-HTDYGO7FbtWST2aGU4pNMw2ARaREKOvV_rFV8zyPtedV8F8aphHVv2A-ovSA3f5hf-B-DHOg4KOCiBje8kO_L8syrT5AXYfrd/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the pantry--still in need of a door... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Shelves on the right, a Shelf-Reliance self-rotating can dispenser at the back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXkHA3UB9-8XqoGHvt_qvHxME7Ha7i5Pf-YFopcw5OO1CWH75h1TYY9LwHXEFAWHl9EOLw714rH5mOTtPMZA9tydjGkro2nwSq8Iy09kGB0yx5JuXl1dbwDnwKyopm5uA_81yNzNFcfM_G/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXkHA3UB9-8XqoGHvt_qvHxME7Ha7i5Pf-YFopcw5OO1CWH75h1TYY9LwHXEFAWHl9EOLw714rH5mOTtPMZA9tydjGkro2nwSq8Iy09kGB0yx5JuXl1dbwDnwKyopm5uA_81yNzNFcfM_G/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a view of the protruding pantry--see the freezer underneath?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>The mister is going to add another row of shelves, and we do need to install the light and the door. Aside from that, I'm ready to start cookin' with my new stash of goodies! I'll be sure to post better photos once it's done and the garage is emptied enough to really see that it's working (and that my car will still fit in the garage!). And yes, I will continue to call it the Protruding Pantry... just FYI...<br />
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Thanks, Mister!<br />
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I am pleased to say that I've made some progress on the office. And the kitchen is getting more functional by the day. We have furniture in the bedrooms (thanks for swapping "junk" with me, Gen!). And I have high hopes for the laundry room.<br />
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Now, if the snow would either provide full coverage, or dry up altogether (along with the accompanying mud), that would be great! Lola is having trouble doing her doggy-business without tracking mud everywhere! But, I am afraid that LAWN is a topic that is far (far, far...) in the future. <br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/171/B63777C9C81D9F73670A43F9E45E64C4.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>bebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952166106557614758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626144993642328819.post-91377750444635044022011-03-05T22:50:00.000-07:002011-03-05T22:50:56.330-07:00Baptism<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCg3HwXAybuYvL7PVtyJuu6w0hf22vW07Cju5MXOeKP-UELtkJpLfQJVuxVsaLrL3sEtN8kU5IA2hPPMdPS0LJaybPlu7xKZHvbR_FOGIoNjMOjcxRW8xLMHhx_5zDya5B3IFqfjR03Eg4/s1600/IMG_1839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCg3HwXAybuYvL7PVtyJuu6w0hf22vW07Cju5MXOeKP-UELtkJpLfQJVuxVsaLrL3sEtN8kU5IA2hPPMdPS0LJaybPlu7xKZHvbR_FOGIoNjMOjcxRW8xLMHhx_5zDya5B3IFqfjR03Eg4/s200/IMG_1839.JPG" width="150" /></a>Today was a special day at our house. It's not every day that we get to baptise one of our children... And today, we got to baptise three! What an amazing experience to watch these three little people as they seem to grow up right before our eyes. I am so proud of them. And even though we are new to our ward family, we felt all their love today. Thanks, everyone, for making today so special!<br />
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And for inquiring minds, who just <i>have</i> to know... They were not necessarily dunked nor blessed in "birth order" and both were done in a different order... So you can just keep guessing! HA!<br />
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Do you want to take a peek? If you do, check out my <a href="https://bbean.scentsy.us/Home">website</a>! You can order right from there, and everything will show up on your doorstep in a blink! I can't wait to try out the new <a href="https://bbean.scentsy.us/Buy/ProductDetails/SB-JJB">Jumpin' Jelly Bean</a> scent bar. And have you seen the <a href="https://bbean.scentsy.us/Buy/ProductDetails/DSW-DOTY">Warmer of the Month</a>? So stinkin' cute! Let me know if you wanna have a party! I can't wait to show you all the fun new stuff!<br />
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<blockquote>Great. Now, you there, just stop that! </blockquote>Even though the puddles have been on the bathroom tile (SOOOO grateful that they haven't been on the <a href="http://thosecrazybeans.blogspot.com/2010/09/puddles-part-deux.html">carpet</a>)... I still don't enjoy mopping them up. If you could just find your way to the bathroom, and then lift the lid <i>before</i> proceeding to dispense anything, it would be greatly appreciated.<br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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