tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561806124806116822024-02-07T23:39:12.333-08:00Janie Fox talksUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-11556222817360514252020-12-20T15:52:00.001-08:002020-12-20T15:52:18.616-08:00Life around here <p> As you can see we have a whole lot of grandkids. Our gang has expanded since I last blogged. Life is full, loud and very blessed. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gFb47ddCQ4Lfv4lsxNt0IVsR3SiLD41iQZCwgxOYQciOVaUcLXCCuPVy_Q8K71eagEm8xYBc3KIHiNLWQ-lI-Zek3Z9zb9f33gPIwsp5sQhyYHjv9oy7oqix4Aycs0sMJJiB9Tps53A/s722/45CBFE8D-6F2A-401E-9583-13BFDF08C044.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="443" data-original-width="722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gFb47ddCQ4Lfv4lsxNt0IVsR3SiLD41iQZCwgxOYQciOVaUcLXCCuPVy_Q8K71eagEm8xYBc3KIHiNLWQ-lI-Zek3Z9zb9f33gPIwsp5sQhyYHjv9oy7oqix4Aycs0sMJJiB9Tps53A/s320/45CBFE8D-6F2A-401E-9583-13BFDF08C044.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>Our oldest, Aubrie just turned 15, today! The youngest, Royal was 4 at Thanksgiving. Everyone lives within a couple of miles. The guys all work together at the cattle farm so we see one another a lot. <p></p><p>Maggie and Kylie’s girls </p><p>Juliette(Jules) 6,Penelope(Pia) 9, and Caroline 11</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2M2VYuxg5DwB3n8ub7m-HHBDJlOmPR7nhnWdve3LzqjaFItJeNHFyWkQzyOmSrhSiXNkU6g08qYnYNfYVCxWP8bV5GnUxNBUzDY9qt1R7IKebayjheit6wYMxUYh1dhFDDaeXzUs-Hc/s2048/19CADD25-7ED7-4DD2-8777-1623EF0991D4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2M2VYuxg5DwB3n8ub7m-HHBDJlOmPR7nhnWdve3LzqjaFItJeNHFyWkQzyOmSrhSiXNkU6g08qYnYNfYVCxWP8bV5GnUxNBUzDY9qt1R7IKebayjheit6wYMxUYh1dhFDDaeXzUs-Hc/s320/19CADD25-7ED7-4DD2-8777-1623EF0991D4.jpeg" /></a></div>Abbie and Zac’s boys <p></p><p>Clifford 8, Otto 6, Clark 6, and Royal 4<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPhlP5MaEEeLgWECWnGnRPp9xNGjYm1bfxnu2lEfS9arq7jHpOgY-zhLKfNa3j6j0YVn_oduCCyeVjUsetPCLx8hlcNovHSMHsCCweGs0-3eLebArZBNO1hGSieYWenmA0mbURUE49hg/s2048/59B0B278-311D-479A-A50D-AA5357CAC46B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPhlP5MaEEeLgWECWnGnRPp9xNGjYm1bfxnu2lEfS9arq7jHpOgY-zhLKfNa3j6j0YVn_oduCCyeVjUsetPCLx8hlcNovHSMHsCCweGs0-3eLebArZBNO1hGSieYWenmA0mbURUE49hg/s320/59B0B278-311D-479A-A50D-AA5357CAC46B.jpeg" /></a></div>Annie and Jade’s gang <p></p><p>Aubrie 15, Everett 13 </p><p>Edie 6 , and Ollie 9<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uOtTiOO0Hb8ZRaiQbaQUMkNabZ_I2u_VZ_6fhW04RzJfuNGHIvs8o4et3syK6nNYp86czOXayL1hG00vNEEm9_nCbiwh5bNTFviMNf9NMTr9wUrPe4mPHRr1k8E84Bd-p_bOSsPNmSM/s2048/871B4307-2642-418B-A900-58FB7123FC89.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uOtTiOO0Hb8ZRaiQbaQUMkNabZ_I2u_VZ_6fhW04RzJfuNGHIvs8o4et3syK6nNYp86czOXayL1hG00vNEEm9_nCbiwh5bNTFviMNf9NMTr9wUrPe4mPHRr1k8E84Bd-p_bOSsPNmSM/s320/871B4307-2642-418B-A900-58FB7123FC89.jpeg" /></a></div><br /> We’re deep in a construction mess at our house. A hail storm in May caused enough damage that insurance is putting on a new roof and siding. While we were doing that we decided to tear off my beloved back porch and make a sunroom so it’s all underway. I’m super excited. I’m also wiping mud off dog paws and mopping a whole bunch. So. Much. Mud. I pray for below 30 temps! <p></p><p>I guess you haven’t met the pups. The pugs have all gone to dog heaven. 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Hopefully I haven’t bored you to death. </p><p>Christmas is barreling towards us and we can hardly wait! The gifts are wrapped. The music is playing and the food is waiting to be cooked. </p><p>Meanwhile I’ll try to get this blog thing figured out. I’ve forgotten a lot of how it works. I wrote this on my phone so I have no idea what it’s gonna look like! But I did it! </p><p>We will talk soon! </p><p>Merry Christmas friends! God bless you xo </p><p><br /></p><p>. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-9140543587769398152020-12-19T18:24:00.000-08:002020-12-19T18:24:10.287-08:00Anyone out there? <p> Hellooooooo</p><p><br /></p><p>Just wondering if anyone is still out there? </p><p>I have been busy living life and posting my shenanigans over on Instagram. However, new privacy terms go into place and I’m am not on board with their overreach into my life so I thought I might stay in touch here. If anyone is still around let me know and I’ll try to give it a go. I miss this place. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-72593289513354102122015-04-27T18:21:00.002-07:002015-04-27T19:31:53.056-07:00Adventures in babysitting<p>I got home late this afternoon after babysitting overnight for Maggie and Kylie. I took Reta, our pug with me </p><p>because Stuart is farming and she dreaded being alone.( Code for maybe missing a feeding.)</p><p>Maggie was attending a big hair show and Kylie went along as an early anniversary get-away. </p><p>As I was unpacking my things I ran across Reta's IPad diary. </p><p>Yes, my dog has a diary. No, she doesn't have an IPad. We aren't crazy. She shares mine. </p><p>She's a good sport with the grands and I think her diary entry proves her commitment to be accommodating. </p><p>I thought I'd share it and give her a shout out. She doesn't know I read it so mum's the word if you see her.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wJwmAb4QkhDUBR0sKH5ov96OkksAIE-JDxCEj7JdgghVGpusMoL1HFT-9XidDZtpwbuPTZilHj_NLAYbcIMIUrrFM4ulf8ZzLt-kQDX7ZdKd2MYhyVWCGPlGZ9E6nBS-bS_5EViCFHk/s640/Photo%25252020150427202048175.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wJwmAb4QkhDUBR0sKH5ov96OkksAIE-JDxCEj7JdgghVGpusMoL1HFT-9XidDZtpwbuPTZilHj_NLAYbcIMIUrrFM4ulf8ZzLt-kQDX7ZdKd2MYhyVWCGPlGZ9E6nBS-bS_5EViCFHk/s500/Photo%25252020150427202048175.jpg" id="blogsy-1430188310866.9397" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="467"></a></div><p>Without further ado...</p><p> </p><p> 4:00 pm</p><p> I'm leaving the house. Are we going to the vet? God please, no!!!!</p><blockquote><p>4:05 pm</p><p>Whew. No vet. I'm at Maggie's house. It's cool. I lived here after the house fire. I can handle this. </p><p>5:05 pm</p><p>What's that ... A baby? Oh...no big deal. Just like me, they like to sleep. Oh oh oh ...they drop food. This. Is. Gonna. Be. Great!!!!</p><p>5:06 pm</p><p>Zzzzzzzzzz</p><p> </p><p>6:00 pm</p><p>Food. Blessed food. Down here. Drop it baby. Drop. It. Here I am. Come on girl!!</p><p>6:30 pm</p><p>Zzzzzzzz</p><p>9:30 pm</p><p>Huh? Outside?! Now?! Whhhhhhhyyyyyy?? Ok, ok I'm going. It's so cold And dark. Oh yeah. Good idea. I needed that. Now, get me to my rug. </p><p>Zzzzzzzzz</p><p>12:30am</p><p>What's that noise? Where is Janie going? Quick I must scramble and see what's up. Oh it's the baby. Oh ok. Going sit in here. She's singing. It's nice. Like a squeaky screen door and I'm being lulled. </p><p>Zzzzzzz</p><p>12:45 am </p><p>Where we going? Ok. Back to bedroom. </p><p>Zzzzzzzzz</p><p>1:30am </p><p>Huh? What? I'm up. I'm up. I'm coming with you!!!! </p><p>I love the clatter of my toe nails on these wood floors. I feel glamorous. </p><p>Zzzzzzzzzz</p><p>1:40 am </p><p>Hmmmm back to bedroom. </p><p>No? Oh, the bathroom. My toenails are beautiful. Clickety click. </p><p>Zzzzzzzz</p><p>3:30 am </p><p>Hark! I hear that baby! I'm on it. I'm hustling. Hold up. </p><p>Well! How rude. I never in my life!! Really, theres no need for name calling!! Snorie McToenail! My name is Reta. I was asleep. Forgive me if I snored. But yes, my toenails are worthy of a shout out. </p><p>Zzzzzzzz</p><p>6:00</p><p>What's that?? A wrapper. A refrigerator opening? Food! Food!! One of them is eating. Oh they all are. </p><p>I'm on it! I'm on it! </p><p>7:00 am</p><p>Well for now my work is done. </p><p>Zzzzzzz</p><p>10:00 </p><p>Outside! Heeey. I need to go outside people, puhleese. </p><p>10:30 </p><p>This sun feels good. </p><p>Zzzzzzzz</p><p>11:00</p><p>I'm scratching. Hellllooo. Open that door already. </p><p>11:10 am </p><p>Thank you. </p><p>Zzzzzzzz</p><p>11:30 am</p><p>Thank you Pia for shoving a toy dog against my face while I nap. </p><p>Zzzzzz</p><p>11:45 am</p><p>No kids. No. I'm not a hand holder. No thank you if you planning on touching my nails?? Don't even attempt to trim my nails. They're my glory. Just last night someone called me Toenails McGee. That's gotta be good, right? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uNwcFa-H8Oy0U3Q-CBmNkmVChBhyfraclmYTP5-80Ii_8g_Oaqd1-HEwdwwIS0SniUOJUy3_3EMHP2LuG9bJUtdxFhBN9EblJQheiAIHxmaP4ANWdQ-yqqPvUqvfG8MaI3P1gTEBWfw/s640/Photo%25252020150427202048203.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uNwcFa-H8Oy0U3Q-CBmNkmVChBhyfraclmYTP5-80Ii_8g_Oaqd1-HEwdwwIS0SniUOJUy3_3EMHP2LuG9bJUtdxFhBN9EblJQheiAIHxmaP4ANWdQ-yqqPvUqvfG8MaI3P1gTEBWfw/s500/Photo%25252020150427202048203.jpg" id="blogsy-1430188310856.3638" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></div><p> </p><p>Zzzzzzz</p><p>12:15</p><p>Refrigerator???? Oh, I'm so there. </p><p>1:00 pm</p><p>Zzzzzzzzzz</p><p>Zzzzzzzzzz</p><p>2:30 </p><p>How nice of you covering me with a baby blanket. Watch the naaaails. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJlcwzzq7ovIdoqgQrgGiALd27naSJiO9OnLeq_m_1C98lzmUoRdrAAWXCwLBO5kLX-gYunX0FR0X-NbM2pBSr0RMWYUKCELFtwAAR-gvkUpi1ioiJ_lKOIjrjM5dAAzB7RqbB-qWTZI/s640/Photo%25252020150427213136126.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJlcwzzq7ovIdoqgQrgGiALd27naSJiO9OnLeq_m_1C98lzmUoRdrAAWXCwLBO5kLX-gYunX0FR0X-NbM2pBSr0RMWYUKCELFtwAAR-gvkUpi1ioiJ_lKOIjrjM5dAAzB7RqbB-qWTZI/s500/Photo%25252020150427213136126.jpg" id="blogsy-1430188310883.619" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="375" alt=""></a></div><p>Zzzzzzzz</p><p>4:00 pm </p><p>The vet?! No!!! Gah. No!!! </p><p>4:05 </p><p>Aww home sweet home. </p><p>Zzzzzzzz</p></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-14278536624098816202015-04-24T02:28:00.000-07:002015-04-24T02:28:14.830-07:00I'm back<div style="text-align: left;">
Hey there! I'm still kicking. I can't believe how long it's been since I've visisted blogland!!! </div>
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Life is great. And busy, like yours is, I am sure. </div>
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I thought I would finally sit down and do a quick update. </div>
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We have had a few additions since my last post! </div>
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This was obviously at Christmas. <br />
We added Juliette( Maggie and Kylie's) in July and twins Clark and Otto(Abbie and Zac's) in October. <br />
That's a total of nine grands now. <br />
It's so fun with all these little ones. Also, quite loud! <br />
They are all growing way too fast!! <br />
<span style="line-height: 1.3em; text-align: right;">Aubrie is 9, Everett 7 and Ollie 4.</span><br />
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Caroline is 5, Pia is 3 and Jules is 9 mos. <br />
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Cliff is 2 and his baby bros, Clark and Otto are 6 mos. </div>
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Life spent with all these littles has filled my days with activities and laughter. <br />
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Like Jackie getting remarried to a swell guy, Jim. I prayed God would send a man who would treasure her and love her well. He answered. <br />
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My mom is doing great. She turned 91 in March. She enjoys her life and still likes to have fun. She took up being a politician for Halloween this year! <br />
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Hilarious, isn't it?! <br />
My family is healthy and I am blessed beyond measure. <br />
So that's what's happening. I hope there's still a few of you out there who care. Haha <br />
I'm actually working on my next post. Get the party hats ready! <br />
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1. Instagram has become my mini blog. Follow me at janiefox2.<br />
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2. I admit to loving a hashtag and constantly over using it. <br />
#icantcare #getoverit #yourenotthebossofme<br />
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3. I was saddened but not surprised to learn of Kris and Bruce Jenner's impending divorce.<br />
Over the last few years she has morphed into a media ho and he has morphed into an old lady.<br />
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4. I am not a Halloween fan b/c I don't like the scary part of it. However, I am a huge fan of fall pranking and dressing up.<br />
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5. When someone leaves their doors unlocked during prime pranking season, it is an invitation to enter and re-arrange their living room.<br />
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6. If we eat all your mini Butterfingers, I will make good and replace with a new bag. <br />
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7. Life-size silhouettes beg for conversation bubbles to be placed on them. #howudoin'?<br />
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8. When Annie and Jade have a Beachbody event outta town, Grandma Janie will pony up and spend the night with the kids. Pa Stuart will farm until 11p.m. then insist the need to stay in his own bed so he can rise every few hours and check his corn bin transfers. <br />
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9. I invited Caroline to spend the night with the gang because 4 spilled bowls of popcorn are better than 3.<br />
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10. I am not a fan of cats. Annie and Jade have a teenage house cat. <br />
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11. You know when a cat is a teenager because they are long and skinny. They are annoying, and want to stay up late at night and be loud. <br />
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12. Stella went to stay with Annie's family when we had a fire. She never returned home. It is better this way since she stole Everett's heart and she took her funky smell with her. <br />
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13. Letting the house cat out when you let the dogs out at bedtime is not a good idea. They head straight for the ornamental grasses.<br />
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14.Coyotes like the dark. And teenage cats. <br />
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15. Texting for instructions is key to retrieving the cat. Or waiting until it comes up on it's own.<br />
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16. Some people over react when things go off schedule at bedtime.<br />
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17. If you are the only one in the home who is allergic to cats, the cat will demand to sleep with you.<br />
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18. A cat's median body temperature is 212 degrees.<br />
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19. Moving your feet under a quilt doubles as a biting game for teenage cats.<br />
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20. When you give a 4 yr old a homemade cookie and she lays down only to have a 2 yr old swipe it and you say..."you cannot lay food down where she can get it. She is a shark." ...your Animal Planet obsessed 7 yr. old granddaughter will add "well, actually sharks are not always aggressive. She is really more of a piranha."<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-3082914442974981782013-10-19T00:20:00.000-07:002013-10-19T00:21:19.488-07:00Loved<div style="text-align: center;">
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how are y'all?</div>
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Life is busy here with harvest and family.</div>
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Everybody is good.</div>
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I really appreciate the emails from you readers</div>
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asking me to blog again.</div>
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I want to, but I want to sit on the porch,</div>
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sit around a fire,</div>
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go to festivals and auctions with friends.</div>
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I have grands' soccer games to attend </div>
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There's leaves that need raked,</div>
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farmers that want fed and always chores to get after.</div>
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I haven't read blogs hardly at all.</div>
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but I did catch a few this week. <br />
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I read a blog where the author was really struggling with hard stuff.</div>
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I hurt for her and prayed for her.</div>
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I thought about how blessed my life is.</div>
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I went as far as thinking...</div>
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"gee, I have such a great life.</div>
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I have hardly had any sorrows."</div>
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Then I realized uh yeah, I have.</div>
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To name just a few...</div>
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our twins death,</div>
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my dear college friend died at age 37, from colon cancer leaving two young children. </div>
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Stu's uncle, that we adored, died in his sleep at age 51.</div>
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Maggie had a 4-wheeler wreck and had to have emergency surgery.</div>
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my mom almost died on a trip to Branson and had a heart valve replaced.</div>
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my good junking pal went into the hospital with pneumonia</div>
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and died of a heart attack while there</div>
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my beloved father-in-law showed up here at the farm same as always, bright and early,</div>
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only to fall ill, be rushed to the hospital and die by that afternoon of an aneurism.</div>
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our beautiful nephew was killed in a car wreck leaving behind a wife and two little kids.</div>
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a close friend hurt me so bad that our friendship never recovered.</div>
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a family member betrayed and cheated us.</div>
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my dad suffered from Alzheimer's</div>
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while we watched his personality and health decline in a very ugly way.</div>
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Ollie was born with a heart defect and needed Open Heart surgery.</div>
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We had two fires this Spring.</div>
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First the house and then a few months later,</div>
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a hay field, and a truck and trailer while hauling big hay bales.</div>
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Did I forget those stressful things?</div>
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No.</div>
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The honest truth is God made it bearable.</div>
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He never left us.</div>
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He gave us strength.</div>
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He carried us on the truly hardest days.</div>
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I cannot imagine how those trials would have affected us if we were not believers.</div>
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His promises kept us strong.</div>
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Oh sure,</div>
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Our God has a plan.</div>
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His plan is always, always the best.</div>
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I have witnessed it time and time again.</div>
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I'm far from being perfect.</div>
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I am the one who lays it down but then picks it back up.</div>
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Over the years, I have learned that taking it back does not work.</div>
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I need the Lord and </div>
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I don't want to live in this world without him.</div>
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The truth is our blessings</div>
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during/after those hard times</div>
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far, far outweighed the strife.</div>
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Our most precious blessing being the gift of his unfailing love.</div>
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With Jesus, life is good</div>
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even when it's not because,</div>
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God is good all the time.</div>
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He really, really is. </div>
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Abbie and Zac are getting ready to move.</div>
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Their house has been a project for months.</div>
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This weekend it is finally time to move the boxes.</div>
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There has been many hours of dry walling, painting, and cleaning.</div>
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We are in the final stretch.</div>
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I swear we would think okay, the painting is done.</div>
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We would go home and return to see someone had gone crazy </div>
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The floors have been the same story.</div>
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Clean them. </div>
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Come back to find paint splatters on the wood.</div>
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Assume the position of hands and knees, then scrub.</div>
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The work has led to many conversations.</div>
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Most are truly ridiculous.</div>
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Yesterday Abbie and I were painting the back porch.</div>
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We were discussing how people use the wrong words.</div>
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I said mine is the confusion with taut and taunt and</div>
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people incorrectly using loose and lose.</div>
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Taut means tight.</div>
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Taunt means to tease.</div>
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You lose weight so your pants are loose.</div>
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Then we both admitted we do it.</div>
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We use the wrong words.</div>
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But we both said that we are dumber.</div>
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Trust me, she is not even dumb.</div>
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She is young and she is a doctor.</div>
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I am neither.</div>
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Dumber happens.</div>
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Use it or lose it?</div>
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Nah, I think it is aging that does it.</div>
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I also think it is all the texting and emailing.</div>
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When I stopped hand writing, I got sloppy.</div>
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Oh yeah, and of course I believe Dead Estrogen is the main culprit.</div>
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Abbie said that after having Cliff, she is more apt to mix up words.</div>
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She told me she read that each time a woman gives birth,</div>
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her intelligence diminishes.</div>
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I said, "Man, that Duggar woman must be a complete idiot by now."</div>
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(FYI Michelle Duggar is on the TLC show</div>
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19 kids and Counting. They are all biological children.</div>
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I suspect her brain is not all that has suffered.)</div>
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However, the truth is</div>
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I don't really care about your spelling, your punctuation, or your grammar.</div>
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If you say "she hasn't any shoes",</div>
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I can't care.</div>
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What I care about is if she is shoe-less,</div>
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that you are concerned about that fact.</div>
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I don't really worry about our use of the English language.</div>
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I care about the condition of our hearts.</div>
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You can say it any way you want.</div>
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Just say it with love.</div>
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Put down those imaginary red pens</div>
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and go help someone who needs it.</div>
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Give a smile, a hug, or a dollar or two.</div>
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Be kind.</div>
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Love one another.</div>
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It <strike>madders </strike>matters.</div>
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I always have blog plans. </div>
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Something happens and I think "I'm blogging that!"</div>
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I even sometimes write it in my head in the night while trying to sleep,</div>
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or while driving...you know times when you don't need to pay attention. duh.</div>
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Then life happens or TV shows made before HD come on.<br />
I am a sucker for that.</div>
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But my funny pal <a href="http://www.juliecgardner.com/" target="_blank">Julie</a> asked a question on my last blog post and I cannot ignore her,</div>
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Mainly because she asked it with a compliment and I want that to be a requirement from now on.</div>
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Her question was</div>
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You are BEAUTIFUL!</div>
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Now, this is how you ask a question readers...</div>
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and please don't question her sobriety.</div>
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I am sure she was of sound mind.</div>
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So, Julie, I chose to answer you my dear, sweet, gorgeous friend here on the blog.</div>
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Put down the margarita pitcher and read on...</div>
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When I was a kid I went to a country school <br />
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First and second grade together,</div>
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third and fourth etc.</div>
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This is where I went until Jr. High </div>
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and then I went to the big town, population 4995.</div>
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At the country school we had 9 in my class.</div>
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4 boys and 5 girls...</div>
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one of who was Jackie, my twin and favorite sidekick.</div>
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Every year we would pick out our favorite outfit, usually matching,</div>
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and show up for picture day with freshly chopped bangs</div>
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or a bangin' new Toni home perm.</div>
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Weeks later the pix would arrive.</div>
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It was like Christmas only with just school picture packets and no gifts.</div>
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Everyone would open the envelopes and show all their cute smiles.</div>
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I would hunker over mine to the same scenario every. damn. year.</div>
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One eye closed with an idiot's grin.</div>
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No joke.</div>
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We would take them home to rave reviews of Jackie's.<br />
Mom would cut up Jackie's package into individual pictures</div>
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so she could participate in the friends' picture swap the next day.<br />
Mine would get re-packaged and the form filled out <br />
RETAKES for Janie/Quasimodo Adkins. <br />
The following week a magician would show up and I would get mine taken again.<br />
None of the other 8 in my class had a problem with cameras.<br />
I was the only one who "seizured" at a camera flash.<br />
Weeks later after all the hullabaloo had fizzled,<br />
my new photos would arrive from the poor sap who got assigned to the second go-round.</div>
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No one had pictures left to exchange.</div>
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No one even remembered that I hadn't been involved in the first exchange.</div>
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I know you are wondering...how is Janie so well adjusted?</div>
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Sadly, I haven't honed my photo-sitting skills.</div>
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I still throw my head back so I have multiple necks and chins.</div>
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I work up a gong-y eye and I usually show every filling I have.</div>
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Just ask my kids. </div>
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That hateful Sea World took my picture </div>
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while I was descending from a death dive on one of their dangerous rides.</div>
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The picture was typical of my posing.</div>
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My kids still laugh about that danged picture.</div>
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They say I look like a </div>
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Well, hello Beautiful.</div>
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So my lovely Julie, this is where my disdain of photography</div>
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It is getting better in this age of digital.</div>
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If I can control it, the truly ugly are deleted.</div>
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Only the false and beautiful are presented by me.</div>
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The one on this blog header was taken by my 7 year old grand daughter, Aubrie.</div>
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It is in no way typical.</div>
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It will probably remain here until another freak incident occurs</div>
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and I end up looking like I am sane and un-dead.</div>
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1. You don't have to be the person painting to drag your hair through the fresh paint. Or your sleeve. <br />
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2. Mowing with a zero turn lawn mower is an adventure. Especially when you take out your satellite dish. <br />
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3 After living in a 30' camper for 12 weeks, our house feels like the Taj Mahal. <br />
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4. I have started a workout program called T25 from Shaun T of Beachbody fame. I have re-named it P25 in honor of my bladder.<br />
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5. When in Disney you cannot rain on my parade even when it literally rains on my parade. <br />
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6. New red hats in the rain bleed profusely. They end up in the trash before they can ruin new white pants. <br />
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7. Professional movers pack a bit different than I do. Some boxes have 4 items in them. Some have 101. Wrapping a plastic hand broom and dustpan in bubble wrap and paper then putting it in a box with a vase and a bowl is the way they roll.<br />
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8. Embarrassment is realizing as you unpack a box's contents that your fitness before and after photos were sent off to the restoration company with no explanation as to why these pictures exist.<br />
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9. I am not smarter than a 5th grader. One episode of that show convinced me. But I am funnier than a certain farmer. Even if he disputes the fact.<br />
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10. The main reason I do not blog is the picture component. I dislike taking pictures and I detest being in them. I do not edit and I have no desire to learn to edit. I also don't blog because I have discovered The Waltons are on 4 times a day. Monitoring my dvr is a time suck and blogging falls to the wayside. <br />
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11. Reta moved home. Stella stayed at Annie's. Apparently the food falling from kids' chairs is much more of a draw than the peace and quiet of the old folks' home.<br />
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12. My linens will never look as good as this again. I suspect Satan designed king-sized fitted sheets.<br />
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14. I pray for celebrities, like little baby North West. Randy Travis. And George Clooney. I am just sure that he is lonely. <br />
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15. Baby Cliff is 10 mos. old. He has had 4 haircuts. He is the envy of his Great Uncle Doug. <br />
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16. Aubrie and Everett are in desperate want of hamsters. They are convinced that I will buy<br />
anything they want when their mom says it is something they need to save for. I think I may have created that monster.<br />
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17. When we were unpacking, Aubrie noticed I had a vintage fish bowl. She said she would get me a fish. I was all yeah, yeah. Then she and her mother did. We have named him Miracle. It is a miracle I allowed it and a miracle if he lives.<br />
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18. I think fish and hamsters are a fair trade. Look out Petco... I have hamsters to gift. <br />
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19. Caroline wants a pony. I am scared to think what is a fair trade to that.<br />
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20. I will do a blog of the house restoration...just as soon as the I Love Lucy marathon is over. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-75594925260164557152013-05-29T01:57:00.000-07:002013-05-29T02:30:50.337-07:00Popping in <div style="text-align: center;">
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I am just popping in to say" hey"</div>
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and let you know I am popping out to a quick vacation.</div>
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We are still camping in the drive.</div>
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The house is looking good. </div>
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No word on the contents, other than the usual...</div>
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"you are a big job."</div>
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Excuse me? What the Hello Kitty?</div>
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Carpet is to be laid in my master bedroom on June 7th.</div>
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I hope our stuff comes from the restoration company shortly after that.<br />
Until then, I have plans.</div>
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Come this Thursday Jackie and I are whisking our mom, Toots off in a big ol' jet airliner</div>
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to the sunny state of Florida. </div>
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We are meeting up with my niece Ellen, her daughter Sophie and my oldest sister, Judy.<br />
(I feel like there should be commas between the person's relationship to me and their name<br />
but then it just looked like too many commas. <br />
My old English teacher has expired and I have retained nothing of my formal education.<br />
Or the informal.<br />
I do remember Pink Floyd saying we don't need no education...<br />
For now, I rely on Nick Kids to school me.)<br />
Did I lose ya back there?</div>
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Unfortunately my sister, Linda who is my fellow decorating machine couldn't make this trip.</div>
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We are technically going there to decorate my sis's vacation house.</div>
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The place she hangs all winter... like Illinois is cold or something. Pfft</div>
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This house is the replacement of her 5th wheel where I currently abide..<br />
She didn't offer the vacay house up for my interim dwelling.<br />
Maybe she didn't think she had room for the cattle. <br />
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Luckily, it's not all work ahead.</div>
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There's is thrifting in the itinerary, IKEA, and of course, a visit to my mother ship....Home Goods.</div>
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However, the grand daddy of it all...we are hitting Magic Kingdom with Toots in tow.</div>
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She's 89 and wanting to party like Cinderella.</div>
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Well, like a princess on a scooter.</div>
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Depending on how hard we all work,</div>
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we may be a royal court on scooters.</div>
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No doubt there will be some hobbling.</div>
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I am famous for wearing flip flops for 12 miles of walking only to</div>
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end the day with crying dogs.</div>
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So yes, I am leaving poor Stu here to carry on.</div>
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Someone has to batten down the hatches in the camper when the tornados threaten...</div>
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which is just about daily.</div>
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While I am away, I am hoping it quits raining and he finishes planting.</div>
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I have a big to-do list when those contents aka the" big job" come home.</div>
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Don't cry for him Argentina.</div>
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I am leaving 3 capable daughters here to keep him<br />
<strike>in line</strike> well fed and cared for properly. <br />
Until I return, keep the home fires burning.<br />
Well not literally, trust me it's a big old mess...<br />
actually the word on the street is<br />
it's a "big job".<br />
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we are living in while the house is being restored</div>
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from our fire.</div>
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It is technically(I have been informed)</div>
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It belongs to my sis, Judy and her husband.</div>
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It is for sale.</div>
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They stay in it in FL in the winter</div>
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but have bought a house so it is up for grabs.</div>
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If you are in the market...I can hook you up</div>
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It's right outside the house.</div>
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so that cuts down on our "gray"water".</div>
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well, in our case it is because</div>
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it's a major thunderstorm and</div>
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we may be in the basement.</div>
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It has been raining practically daily</div>
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since we moved in.</div>
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The rain on the tin is soothing.</div>
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The wind, not as much.</div>
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So there's the tour.</div>
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Drop in</div>
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or like most days, blow in.</div>
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You can help do insurance logs.</div>
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I have coffee and satellite.</div>
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You know, the necessities.</div>
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Hello friends,</div>
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I decided to jot out a quick blog</div>
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rather than respond to all my emails.</div>
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Your notes of encouragement and concern </div>
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after the fire have been wonderful.</div>
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Hearing I am missed in the blogging</div>
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world...I'm not gonna lie...</div>
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feels kinda great.</div>
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We are still (gl)amping it up in the driveway.</div>
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Our restoration crew finished the house clean up yesterday.</div>
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The entire joint had to be emptied.</div>
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I purged for 4 days before they came.</div>
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I have dubbed this experience</div>
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The Great Purge of '13.</div>
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They loaded it all up in boxes and bags and took it to be cleaned.</div>
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Copious amounts of boxes.</div>
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Then they left boxes of nor-restorable(s) and piles of non-restorable(s).</div>
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No baby/children's thing can be restored.</div>
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No florals.</div>
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And several antiques.</div>
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This is a fraction of them.</div>
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The stove and the dryer need replaced.</div>
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Then add in every food item in the cabinets,</div>
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the extra paper products ie. toilet paper, napkins, paper towels,</div>
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and Kleenex boxes.</div>
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I always had extra in storage.</div>
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Every bag of beans, pasta, grains.</div>
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Every spice tin.</div>
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Every cleaning product and every bath product.</div>
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Lotions, shampoos etc,.</div>
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We have 3 baths and each was stocked.</div>
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Every window blind has to be pitched.</div>
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Page after page logged for insurance.</div>
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All this from smoke damage.</div>
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Didn't look bad initially but it has been comprehensive.</div>
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the electrical box was so close to the fire it had to be re-done</div>
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the filthiness made me ill every time I went into the house</div>
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(that is where a rug laid on a white painted floor just outside our bedroom door)</div>
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So now, the contractors are here.</div>
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We opted to put some of our money into the project too.</div>
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We took the wall that was on fire out and opened those rooms up to each other.</div>
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My kitchen will be open to that laundry room.</div>
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The working part of the kitchen will be in there.</div>
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My former kitchen will just be for eating and gabbing.</div>
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My laundry has been relocated to outside my bedroom which was a nursery...</div>
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but I babysit at the girls' houses now, so I don't need a nursery.</div>
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They started drywalling yesterday.</div>
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And priming with paint in some rooms.</div>
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I am spending hours on the computer.</div>
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Thank goodness for internet.</div>
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I have been able to find replacement values on almost everything.</div>
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I still have a short list.</div>
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Blessedly, I have had helpers.</div>
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My friends and family have sorted and pitched with me.</div>
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A couple have shown up with Ipads and laptops and looked up values </div>
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beside me at my camper kitchen table</div>
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We will be out several weeks yet.</div>
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It takes a bit of time to paint every closet, ceiling, wall, and floors must be refinished.</div>
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The restoration team is now starting on our contents.</div>
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They said we are a big job. </div>
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I asked if I am an organized hoarder?</div>
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They assured me I am not.</div>
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They actually have all said they love my house.</div>
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I always feel the need to say well its filthy now. LOL</div>
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I blame Toots for my OCD to clean.</div>
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I will check in soon with pix of our sweet camper. </div>
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It has been a very busy time.</div>
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We have had so much rain.</div>
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10 inches the first week which made the basement flood.</div>
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I was half expecting to break out in boils and have locusts swarm.</div>
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Stuart hasn't farmed a lick.</div>
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It's good.</div>
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He has sanded the floors himself.</div>
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They are reading for stain.</div>
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He has sorted out and cleaned old tin from my dad's barn</div>
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for my kitchen ceiling.</div>
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I know God sent that rain because Stu needed to be around here in the evenings.</div>
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Our <a href="http://janiefoxtalks.blogspot.com/search/label/our%20sons" target="_blank">twins</a> died 29 years ago today.</div>
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we were home from the hospital stay and buried them.</div>
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We didn't farm until the middle of May</div>
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God provided then and he will now.</div>
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Today would also have been my dad's birthday.</div>
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I choose to spend the day counting my blessings.</div>
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I have a wonderful family and many friends who make me feel cherished. </div>
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Life is good here in the camper.</div>
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God is good all the time.</div>
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Be well my sweet friends.</div>
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Life is busy here.</div>
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We had a house fire a week ago.</div>
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We are all fine.</div>
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It was a leaking gas line...</div>
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could have been awful...</div>
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but it wasn't.</div>
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We are fine.</div>
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The dogs are fine. </div>
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We had major smoke damage.</div>
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The entire house has to be emptied.</div>
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Every surface has to be cleaned and repainted.</div>
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All our stuff has to go out to be professionally restored.</div>
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We are living in a sweet 5th wheel camper of my sister, Judy's.</div>
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Reta moved in with Maggie's bunch</div>
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and Stella is in hog heaven at Annie's.</div>
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There's highchair food dropping action and they are pumped over that.</div>
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We are not sure how long we will be out but no matter<br />
because we are sitting by our drive.<br />
I can work in my flowers and sit on my porches.<br />
Stu can work in his barn. <br />
We had 10 inches of rain so he's not farming, yet.<br />
God has a plan.<br />
It is all good.<br />
The day of the fire it was so windy.<br />
They sent 9 trucks.<br />
I called some friends who started the prayer chains...<br />
I posted a prayer request on Instagram.<br />
By the time the trucks showed up the wind had laid.<br />
That's God for ya!<br />
I am logging things that cannot be cleaned...<br />
food, baby items, toys, health and beauty products.<br />
It is time consuming but I can see what I had.<br />
It was just smoke.<br />
We could have lost it all.<br />
And even if we would have,<br />
there is so much more trouble in the world.<br />
Stu said "we have each other...<br />
we could live in the barn as long as we have each other."<br />
He is right.<br />
Every thing that matters to me is fine.<br />
There is beauty in the ashes.<br />
And fresh paint! <br />
But please pray friends...<br />
The restoration company has a lot of work to do.<br />
The contractor does too.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-38492829223448085252013-04-02T15:01:00.000-07:002013-04-02T15:01:51.604-07:00Otherwise engaged<div align="center">
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I write lots of blogs in my mind, in the middle of the night.</div>
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I wake and my mind starts whirling.</div>
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I think they are hilarious.</div>
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I amuse myself and then I drift back to sleep.</div>
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In the morning light I debate sitting down at my laptop</div>
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and hammering it out.</div>
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And then I get a cup of Joe and hit my veg spot 'til I can face the day.</div>
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I just can't care.</div>
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I have more fun things to do.</div>
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Blame this bunch.</div>
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Although, may I suggest before trying to take a picture</div>
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with 6 peas who are 7 years old and under...</div>
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Have a drink.</div>
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or 6.</div>
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Made me wish I was a drinker.</div>
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you may appear to house owls in your hair.</div>
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We took hundreds of shots.</div>
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Okay, maybe tens of pix.</div>
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Most were hilarious. </div>
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Stuart kept talking.</div>
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I couldn't decide glasses/no glasses.</div>
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On the other side of this frame</div>
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We are nothing if not a team.</div>
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They are just so ding-dang much fun.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256180612480611682.post-5372041010517480542013-03-18T05:20:00.001-07:002013-03-18T05:20:38.375-07:0016 candles and then some.<br />
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Today my mom, Toots is 89.</div>
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I am blessed. </div>
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I have a great mom.</div>
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She raised me in a home filled with love.</div>
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She taught me many things.</div>
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She taught me to respect your husband</div>
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and put your relationship first.</div>
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She was married to my dad for 71 years</div>
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and demonstrated that over and over.</div>
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She schooled me in the art of housekeeping,</div>
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the creativity in decorating,</div>
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and the practice of homemade meals.</div>
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She makes the best potato salad and coconut cream pie.</div>
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Sadly not as much now that she lives in assisted living.</div>
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I am hoping my sister, Judy takes over again.</div>
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Ain't nobody got time for that.</div>
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Except Judy, I hope. </div>
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One of my favorite things about her is her fun-loving spirit.<br />
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She loves to have a good time.</div>
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She went crazy every year for Halloween.</div>
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There was a contest for best costumes at the school</div>
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and she was always vying for us to win.</div>
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She square danced and she yodeled.</div>
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I can't say I always appreciated the yodeling</div>
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but now I see she was finding her joy</div>
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and it made her a happy camper.</div>
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She moved furniture every week.</div>
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You never knew where your bed would be.</div>
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Once she told Dad I'll race you to bed.</div>
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He took off before she warned him she had re-arranged the room.</div>
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He dove for the bed.</div>
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and found the floor because the bed was moved.</div>
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She also taught me to love God.</div>
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I remember many times walking into the living room</div>
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to see her in a chair with her bible in her lap.</div>
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She has one of those great bibles that is falling apart from use.</div>
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I think it is one of the reasons I collect discarded bibles.</div>
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I love that they have been read so much</div>
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they are dog-eared and tattered.</div>
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When Stuart and I had our twins</div>
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and were in those dark days </div>
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waiting for them to go home with the Lord,</div>
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I had a doctor ask me where I got my faith.</div>
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I answered "my mom".</div>
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She led by example.</div>
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It's one of the reasons I sing hymns as lullabies to my grands.</div>
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Start a chorus of He Lives or Trust and Obey </div>
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and you will see little Cliff's eyes grow heavy.</div>
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Then again, maybe he just gives it up to sleep so I don't start yodeling.</div>
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You have heard the saying</div>
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Mirror, mirror on the wall</div>
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I am my mother after all.</div>
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Or the one...</div>
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I open my mouth and my mother comes out.</div>
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It's true.</div>
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My mom is famous in our family for her "Tootisms".</div>
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She has her own lingo.</div>
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She calls Dollar General, the General Dollar store.</div>
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She takes Tidelenol and has been known to plant clitoris(clematis) in her garden.</div>
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She told me last week she would like to get a coral cardinal for Spring.</div>
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She is jonesing for a coral cardigan for those of you who don't speak Toots. </div>
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Truthfully, it runs in the family.</div>
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Remember the time I told the waiter I wasn't sure </div>
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whether I was to pay my bill at the table or the counter because</div>
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I didn't know the roll call.</div>
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Then realized oh my gosh... Er, protocal. </div>
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My sister Linda cannot talk about Dancing with the Stars </div>
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and not mention Chrisitie Allen.</div>
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Translation...Kirstie Alley.</div>
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Today, she and I are taking Mom to lunch,</div>
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shopping and to a movie.</div>
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We are taking Linda's husband, David along</div>
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as our translator.</div>
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If you see us out and about </div>
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give a shout out to Toots.</div>
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She is my favorite.</div>
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Her children arise and call her blessed...</div>
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No fear.</div>
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I am among the living. </div>
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I have been down with the crud of lungs and such.</div>
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It is my 3rd go-round.</div>
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I have not been to the doctor.</div>
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I am self medicating.</div>
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My man is down.</div>
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I am man medicating too. </div>
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Most of the family in fact has been in the throes of fever</div>
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or hacking coughs.</div>
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I hang with my 4 friends Mucinex, Dayquil, Nyquil, and Vicks.</div>
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2. I am not smarter than a fifth grader.</div>
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3. I know the Hallmark,TBS, and Lifetime sitcom schedule by heart. </div>
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5. I have unplanned my garden. With all the televison to watch, ain't nobody got time for that.</div>
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6. I have eaten my weight in cuties and bananas.</div>
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9. Yesterday, I spent 5 minutes trying to figure out where Doug and Carrie Heffernen live. "Chicago?" I wondered because it was cold and there was snow in the background. Yeah, five minutes until I realized the show is called The King of Queens. I think most 5th graders know where Queens is located. </div>
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10. I tried to change my blog header. It is not right but I can't care. Annie is too busy to fix it and I don't know any 5th graders. I have had one decent picture without sunglasses in the last year. It is my profile for everything. I am already growing sick of it. My 3 year old granddaughter took it. Maybe she can fix the header.</div>
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Last night I woke in the middle of the night.</div>
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Well, it was actually 11:30 but I am old</div>
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and it felt like the middle of the night.</div>
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I needed to empty my bladder and I was hot.</div>
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I walked the seven steps to the bathroom</div>
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I was going to slip on a tank top.</div>
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On the way back to bed, I decided I wasn't hot</div>
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and I would stay in the flannel shirt.</div>
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Just about that time,</div>
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I ran smack dab into Stuart, who had gotten up to use the bathroom.</div>
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I screamed in my usual vocal range of a 6th grade boy.</div>
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He very loudly yelled "Janie" and grabbed my forearms</div>
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which were in front of me buttoning up my shirt.</div>
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Then we hugged really hard </div>
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and kissed each other. ha</div>
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He said " I almost cold-cocked you!"</div>
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I said "you squeezed my arms so hard, I may have bruises."</div>
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I asked "why did you yell my name...</div>
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were you trying to warn me of an intruder?"</div>
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He said he didn't even know he yelled it.</div>
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Ridic.</div>
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And oh so scary.</div>
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where you cannot feel the other person move.</div>
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2. there is a night light in the bathroom.</div>
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3. he claims he patted my side of the bed before he got up and I was there.</div>
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4. My body feels like a king-size bed pilow. Damn.</div>
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5. we don't limit our liquid intake before bed.</div>
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Today I put a night light in our bedroom</div>
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and I flexed a few muscles.</div>
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I won't be mistaken for a king-sized pillow again.</div>
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I am going for at the very least a standard size.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">to see my pal Jayme aka <a href="http://the%20coopkeeper/" target="_blank">the coopkeeper.</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My plan... do a bit of thrifting,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">getting our gab on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her plan...work me like a rented mule.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ha.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We thrifted. Oh baby, we hit the jackpot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We did some couch sitting too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had some "Downton" time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">However at one point things went a bit awry for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jayme was serving me fresh dates.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I cannot get such fancy fruit here in the 'ville</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">so I was really happy to get to experience them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were enjoying ourselves when we detect smoke.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jayme: What's Glen doing in the basement to cause all the smoke?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At that moment I start to wheeze.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then, I freak in my mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is coming from me!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am spontaneously combusting!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh dear Lord, I thought that was a myth and </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">now </span><span style="font-size: large;">here I am burning up in my cohort's kitchen!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I look at Jayme for support.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She's in flat out hysterics.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The doubled over cackling pose.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I jump up and run to the bathroom </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">to check my mouth that she's pointing at</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">while laughing her arse off.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Apparently, I had chosen a date with a mold situation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh how very hospitable of her to share it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I fear it may never happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been busier than a cat covering his doodoo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maggie moved over the weekend</span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She worked us like dogs all week,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">then this morning she hightailed it for Disney World.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In addition to that offense, she left me with her dog.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hazel is a Chihuahua.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She is little, she is cute,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and she will cut you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am not even kidding.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She is territorial.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She loves me but don't come for a visit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She won't welcome you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She will nip your heels </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and bark her fool head off.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am one of very few who do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reta followed me everywhere yesterday morning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She rarely moves so it was disconcerting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That was huge because she never comes upstairs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wondered is she dying and afraid to be alone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That theory was stupid because if she were dying</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then I thought is Stella dying?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyhoo..back to Reta and her odd behavior.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe there was a storm coming but I looked at</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe an earthquake was pending?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Had someone fallen in a well?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Did she miss me?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Did she know I was leaving for the day?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Was I gearing up to have a seizure,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a heart attack...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">maybe I was going to die.</span></div>
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1. My Iphone remains a thorn in my side with it's autocorrect.<br />
It constantly texts gaga instead of haha.<br />
It also likes to sign off to my loved ones with coco instead of xoxo.<br />
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3. Installing french doors when you have 6 grandkids, 6 years old and under is a recipe for filth.<br />
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4. Hotel pillows are now small blocks of torture invented by chiropractors to boost business. Well played Abbie.<br />
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5. The Febreeze balsam candle makes a pre-lit artificial tree the best thing since well, the pre-lit artificial tree.<br />
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6. I hate to wrap gifts. I have decided to wait until the Mayan calendar expires. No sense wasting valuable time. <br />
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7. I am sad to see The Voice ending but I am happy to welcome back Mad Men and Downton Abbey. Hmm... Adam vs. Don Draper...I may even add Bates' name to the list. <br />
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8. I handed Caroline her cup in the car and then her chicken nuggets. Next, I handed her her apple slices and she said "I cannot hold that, I only have 2 hands Grandma. I am not an octupus."<br />
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9. I have purchased Christmas cards and stamps. I am maintaining that it's the thought that counts. <br />
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10. I watched the Elizabeth Taylor/Richard Burton movie starring Lindsay Lohan. She should have been arrested. That was a crime involving the theft of my time.<br />
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11. Larry Hagman died so a funeral for JR Ewing on the next season of Dallas is pending. I will miss <a href="http://janiefoxtalks.blogspot.com/2012/07/winner-and-shallow-opinion.html" target="_blank">the white kittens</a>.<br />
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12. Instagram is this lazy girl's version of blogging. Follow me at janiefox2.<br />
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13. This gets my jingle on...<br />
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14. Since I have a fear of heights Jackie helped me put up my Christmas lights since all the ladders were at Mag's house that's being built. Up on the rooftop Jackie paused ... </div>
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15. My Christmas to-do list is long but I am taking time to enjoy the preparations. It is about time spent with family and focusing on the true meaning of the season. It isn't important about how well the gifts are wrapped. That is a good thing since I pack the gift boxes and let Stuart wrap them.</div>
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16. I have discovered that Toblerone candy bars now come in mini sizes. Further proof that Satan is alive and living amongst us.</div>
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18. I told a friend shopping was a problem b/c I have 6 grandkids and I wanna get the moon for them. She said buy Despicable Me...he stole the moon. LOL</div>
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19. I am ever grateful for the continuing symapathy cards and emails of love and support for my family.</div>
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20. Merry Christmas to you all. God bless you all.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The cards, the text messages and all the emails</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I would love to respond to them all</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your love and concern</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I cannot tell you how blessed I feel</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We lost him a little more every day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">for all the years we had together</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Fall 2011)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Monday night my dad went home to Heaven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was surrounded by his family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We held his hands, stroked his face,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">prayed for him, told him how much he was loved</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and then watched him leave his earthly shell</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and join our Heavenly Father.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are joyful that his long ordeal with Alzheimer's has ended.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are sad, but rejoice in the knowledge </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">that he is healed and in the arms of Jesus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and especially our mom, Toots in your prayers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Visitation is Sunday 4-7 p.m.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Funeral is Monday at 11:00 a.m.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">at Howe and Yockey Funeral Home</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love shopping networks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I should <strong>never ever ever</strong> watch them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> (shout out to Taylor Swift)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I watch and I buy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have just received my last purchase.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The no!no! hair removal tool.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now, one would think the name would be off-putting,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">but I was all yes!yes! and ordered it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I let it fully charge and gave it a trial run.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The good news is...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am now hair-free in all the appropriate places.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The bad news is...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I reek of burnt hair.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. The new Village People commercial for pistachios is ridiculous. They spell out CRACK. I saw it and wondered why that ad man wasn't fired. That's what we want all our kids doing... dancing and spelling out crack with their arms. What's next Meth? Total fail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. The Green Mountain pumpkin spice flavored K cups are the bomb dickery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. The candy corn and peanut combo is not allowed in my house this fall because it would become the candy corn and peanut cleanse. I am weak and my gut is now a light weight to sugar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">4. The holiday grapes(large red globe -Cerise from California) are my new candy corn. They are candtastic. They are probably sold out at the store. Follow me home. I'll hook ya up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5. Caroline calls Cliff, "Chiff" which led Abbie to calling him "Chiffarobe". Kinda seems appropriate since he is the size of a small chiffarobe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">6. I have been trying to read a book for over a month. Every time I get going, I fall asleep. It is why I am a TV head. They make DVR's for that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">7. My washer died. My laptop died. I am waiting for the other shoe to <strike>drop</strike> die. I hope it isn't my DVR.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">8. I realized I now need jeans with a flap on the pocket. I do tons of squats/lunges per week but I look like I have stood a bit to close to the fire and melted my arse. But, (shameless pun) my milkshake still brings one boy to the yard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">9. After living 30+ years just a few miles from a state forest I have decided to hike there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">10. Taking the <a href="http://talefromthecoopkeeper.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Coopkeeper</a> to hike on a unfamiliar trail just an hour before dusk without a cell phone or a note at home explaining where you are isn't the smartest thing to do. It encourages running, cursing and praying to get out before dark. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">11. Caroline and I have watched The Chipmunks Meet The Wolfman close to 754 times. She knows the lyrics and the choreography to the songs. I catch myself singing the songs when she is not around. I curse Netflix and my too-low-of-an-octive -to- do-the-Chipmunks-justice voice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">12. Maggie's salon did a cut-a-thon for the Angel Tree a couple of weeks ago. Annie and I donned elf hats. I insisted on playing Christmas tunes. I have been listening to Christmas music for a week before it and every since. Sadly, I am not still wearing the hat. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">13. I am an Instagram junkie. You can follow me @janiefox if ya want. I do more liking than posting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">14. Adam Levine was my boyfriend but I have deserted him for Richard Rawlings of Fast and Loud. It is a garage show...but trust me on this one. Man Pretty on the left. You're welcome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">15. My blog header needs a photo revamp. I am waiting for all my picture files to be restored by my Carbonite then I fully intend to change it up. Or I may watch The Voice and do nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">16. My main desire with the man residing in the White House after the election is that the man has the Spirit of God residing in him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">17. I am in love with the new show Nashville and I am not really a country music fan. However, I am a fan about TV country music.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">19. Remember the <a href="http://janiefoxtalks.blogspot.com/2012/09/perplexity.html" target="_blank">bra quandry</a>. I got fitted for a new bra by a professional. Well, someone who professed to work at the store. I got 3. Every time I lift my arms the bra rises up over my breastuses. I am thinking the bra fitter could get a job as an ad man for pistaschios. I heard they are looking for <strike>good </strike>help.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hello everyone!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many of you have emailed me with concerns.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"why are you not talking??"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My laptop died.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The desktop doesn't do wifi</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and there is no way I could do it on my phone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I messed around with the old laptop</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and finally conceded it was not to be fixed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Life is good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been busy living life </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and not taking time to write about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I jotted some things down to blog about</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">but never got around to it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lots went down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ollie was honored at a Cardinals game for </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Over 30 of us attended and walked around the field.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The fall pranking was a hilarious success</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">with us in full-on costumes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Harvest is complete.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Coopkeeper came for a couple of days</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and got to help finish the last field.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jackie and I camped with the littles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have nursing home stories</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and grandkid funnies.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was pretty sure I was going to retire my blog </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">but I decided to let you all know</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am alive and well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I miss you but I am selfish with my time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I workout every day,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">go see the folks, try to maintain friendships,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">spend time with my girls and my farmer</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">every hour is full...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and to be honest</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">there is a lot of great TV to watch too :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for checking on me and praying for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for caring that I wasn't around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am going to try to get some things written down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I get the feeling you people think you need me.</span></div>
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