tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786104667647086442012-01-31T20:47:07.552-07:00where all things growgilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.comBlogger8391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-92002859127087465442012-01-31T20:37:00.002-07:002012-01-31T20:41:37.073-07:00

I went to my bankruptcy class tonight. Had a legal research paper due in the class after it. Hadn't finished the legal research paper. Completed the legal research paper during the bankruptcy class.Turns out I cannot listen, think, and type all at the same time, so I didn't listen.Class was over in 35 minutes. I was happy. Research paper was ready for submission.Win all around. Yes, I know,

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Day two on the floor. Day four horizontal. My back can be such a pain in the back.Clearly, I was abusing it. Saturday morning, pouring milk over my cereal, noticed a slight pain in the old familiar place, lower left hip. Ate my cereal, emptied and filled the dishwasher. Wiped off the counters. Hauled the laundry basket into the laundry room. Realized that sorting laundry should happen on

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Yes. Sugar and Colleen and I went to three yard sales this morning.There was snow on the driveways at two of the sales.Was the best part of the morning the like-new White House Black Market jacket, skirt, and sweater that I picked up for $3 each?Was it the stop at Einstein's Bagels or the stop at Great Harvest?Was it petting Diego, the awesome five-year-old St. Bernard who lived at the house of

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Went to my bankruptcy law class tonight and learned the following:1. If you make double payments on your mortgage, you'll pay it off in seven years.2. You should save 5-10% of your income.3. You should set aside money for date nights.4. The man of the house should be in charge of the money.5. Both people in a marriage should have a separate checking account and the husband should put a

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Back in school! In the Judge's class. So great.

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Saw this on the Dooce's website. It is my life with Jo and Gus.Gus spends pretty much every waking moment either catching food that's tossed within five feet of him or stalking the cats. Yes, he's stopped trying to drag Millie around by the scruff of her neck even though she weighs at least five pounds more than him. True he isn't dragging her around, but he still spends an enormous amount of

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Nearly a week into the new year. I've been considering what may be called resolutions or perhaps goals to achieve and have come up with these:~~More face time with friends~~Be more fit~~Graduate from college~~Heal my shoulder~~More feeling and expressingThis seems like a satisfactory list. One per quarter or a little of each every day or something like that. Oh wait, there are five things and

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Was this the longest day ever at work today or what?

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For Christmas this year, this is one of the gifts I bought for my mother-in-law:I searched through Kohl's website until I found something I thought she would really like. And I was right. She loved it. During that same search, I found this for my mom:Are we seeing a pattern here? Yep. I bought the same nightgown for my mother-in-law as I bought for my mom, only one was pink and one was

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I know this is the time of year when bloggers often reminisce about their posts of the past year.But see, I happen to know that there's been a whole lotta' stuff going on around here in just the past few weeks that I have yet to post about, stuff that I know you're anxious--or at least curious--to hear about.So, kind blogger that I am, I'll share at least a portion of that recent stuff. In my

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Hope you had a great Christmas. We did. As you can see.

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You can always develop an abscess in a tooth and have a root canal five days before Christmas.If I were you, I would not put that on my list of top five things I need to get done right away.Just sayin'.

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people have been putting up lights at my mom's houseShe loves this. I keep telling myself that there are probably kids who beg their parents, every December, to please, please, please drive them past the blue light house so they can see what has been added this year.

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Finished another semester. Submitted my last final yesterday.Why then am I still thinking about modification of child custody and grandparent visitation rights?Why am I still creating Access databases with forms and reports in my sleep?Why am I still more than a tad annoyed about the two group projects in different classes this semester--both that started with four members, ended with two.In one

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how many feet are actually touching the floor?

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1. Bowling with Stu & Shi & girls & Jack yesterday.2. Done with this semester except for one take-home final and I'm making excellent progress on it.3. Took a final today for that dang INFO 3120 class--feeling pretty certain I will get more than the 43% I got on the midterm.4. Online shopping is awesome. I know, overused word, but very much accurate in this instance.5. Purchased a tree today--a

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It's that time of year again. The time when I realize that Christmas is in two and one half weeks and I must give in to the pressure and make a list or two and get into that whole Christmas spirit thing. What has happened to cause me to lose the excited anticipation? Did it dwindle away as my children grew up? If I had unlimited funds would it feel like more fun? Would a live tree cheer me in

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These are the things I don't love about California:1. It's so far away.2. It gets an ocean and we inlanders don't.3. Lots of stuff there causes cancer.4. Only one season.5. There's probably more.These are the things I love about California:1. The Californians.2. It has an ocean.3. There might be more.

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But tonight, just before she went off to bed, someone sang a love song to me that went something like, "I love you, I love you, I love you, because you care for me, and I love you, I love you, I love you, because you do nice things like give us baths and I love you."Accompanied by many kisses and the jingling of a tiny little silver bell.Seriously. The drive was totally worth every minute.

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Tonight, for dinner on the eve of the feast day, we had mac and cheese. Not homemade, cheesy, lovely mac and cheese. No. We had Kraft mac and cheese.There. I admitted it.In fact, I am now about to post all of the reasons why I like Kraft mac and cheese. Right here. Now.1. It's easy. Duh. Of course.2. Dinner in less than 15 minutes. Possibly not truly dinner, more like warm stuff on a

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-77640660623184033442011-11-17T21:56:00.001-07:002011-11-17T21:58:50.255-07:00

On my test from my teacher the judge:"So when are you taking the bar? What are you doing in my undergraduate class?"

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1. We have heat once again. Well done Jack and Jr. I can feel the natural gas bill dropping now that the boiler and its flue are no longer completely clogged with soot.2. I finished my homework for last week. Finally. All eight discussion posts, two quizzes, seven assignments, one massive test, and three group assignments. There may have been more. I've left my brain someplace and can't

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On the complaining side, there's this:Broken boiler for the past week means no heat in the house,The repair of the boiler required the turning off of the natural gas--twice--which meant no hot water for morning showers because that pilot light thing that happens when it goes out and has to be relit or you get no hot water happened,The repair of the boiler was interrupted this morning when the

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Friend,When you don't update your blog, is it because:1. You're too tired?2. You don't have time?3. You can't think of anything you think I want to read?Or is it like me--some of all that, plus who wants to hear that my boiler--i.e., heating system in the house--has busted so we have only the fireplace for heat?Well. Whatever it is for you, hope you're doing okay. And maybe it's time for

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-21777980034565195492011-11-05T21:05:00.003-06:002011-11-05T21:15:43.410-06:00

These dollies (including their momma) showed up last week for Halloween--and then there's this oddball...drinking out of the tub...his usual old man poseand her sweetheart pose...

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Just like that I got 43 out of 100 on my information systems midterm. Long story, but mostly I didn't prepare adequately. And now I've documented that too.

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I have a whole new appreciation for Halloween after tonight.My perspective of Halloween as a child was:1. Mom tapes a picture of a black cat to the front window.2. Wear costumes.3. Wander the neighborhood until feet are frozen.4. Get candy.~~~My teenager perspective of Halloween was:1. Run around outside after dark.2. Get candy.~~~My perspective of Halloween as an adult pre-parenthood was:1. Buy

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-77082893766531656802011-10-29T21:05:00.004-06:002011-10-29T21:14:58.800-06:00

See, around here, the dogs don't really care so much about the costumes but they are totally focused on the rawhide bones...

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I've been feeling a bit sad of late. Not sure why. Uproar at work? Extra expenses? Missing the Californians? Failing my information systems class midterm two days ago?Yes, could be any and all of the above. But then tonight, this little face showed up and said things like, "hourglass, don't touch" and "dat's a boobytwap" and "Ine otay" and other astoundingly clever things especially for a

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Raccoon spotted in the toy room bedroom window--outside...Thank you again, Gus.Gaaaaaahhhh...

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It may be Autumn, but for every one of those pictures this year, there's one of these:There's this one:And this one:But then there's this one:Have I mentioned how excited Jr is for Halloween?We visited the pumpkin patch together this year and I only wiped away a few tears as I enviously watched other grammas with their grandchildren--These are the final choices and a fine crop they are.Perhaps I

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-38443760135548204112011-10-14T14:36:00.002-06:002011-10-14T14:39:45.903-06:00

I was just clicking around facebook and found this picture from the drummer's wedding reception. It might be one of my favorite shots ever--well done, Shi.

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Last week I checked my graduation status online. Shocked to learn I had eight classes to complete after this semester instead of four. Stewed about it all week and finally called my adviser yesterday. Excited to learn that I just need to send a complete transcript from SLCC that shows my associate's degree and shows I already completed those four additional classes. And my adviser decided to

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This morning Jack got up early, for a Saturday, and went to work.Which left me with options. I got up and made myself a bowl of HoneyBuzzers--the Malt-o-Meal version of Honeycomb--so I could stomach a non-narcotic muscle relaxant. I allowed my eyes to gaze about at the heaps of debris on my counters (Jr had a party last night, so leftovers of cake and soda cans are intermixed with junk mail and

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One visit to the orthoOne visit to rehabOne visit to the vetOne visit to the hospitalTwo nights at schoolFive days at workTwelve assignments due1. Shoulder is healing on schedule2. Haven't lost any range of motion and have, in fact, gained a bit3. Oscar. Peeing on the furniture is apparently not a sign of rage but may be, in fact, an indication of a urinary tract infection in a male cat. Have

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I went to see the shoulder manipulator today for a follow-up visit.I'm healing right on schedule.But this crazy thing happened while I was waiting an hour for my turn to wait in the exam room for 15 minutes to see the doc for six minutes.I'm sitting in the waiting room--a big room with lots of seats for the patients of the ten or so doctors in the practice. They leave the double doors into the

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I heard this story today on NPR. Touched my heart and gave me hope.

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1. Because I can be.2. Because I see and hear and learn things I've never even thought about.3. Because it makes me feel smarter than I was before.4. Because it makes me feel stronger than I was before.5. Because it makes me feel.6. Because it didn't occur to me to go when I was 19.7. Because I like learning.8. Because I'm not a quitter.9. Because I only have 1.6 semesters until I have earned my

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-41128096428774728242011-09-29T21:32:00.002-06:002011-09-29T21:42:44.312-06:00

1. While driving on the freeway yesterday afternoon, a van driving in the lane next to me had a blowout. Big ole' loud explosion right next to my door. I was certain the van had hit me and in that instant, thought:--What the hell?--What just hit my car?--When does the spinning begin?--This is it for me. I'm done.Yes, that's a lot of thoughts for a split second. But that's just how I am.

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-75007273706783093672011-09-28T20:58:00.003-06:002011-09-28T21:34:08.164-06:00

In case you need to know, my least favorite creatures are:1. Mice2. GrasshoppersOkay. At least those are my least favorite creatures that I might encounter in my life. Around my house. Or in my gardens.And snails. But I'm not afraid of snails. I just don't like them eating my flowers.So far in his short life around here, Gus has brought me a dead mouse that he caught (or found, not sure

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I'm giving out a quick update:1. Spider is still living in the window.2. My computer is having typing difficulties that may or may not be related to my idea to clip the cat's nails the other day while holding my computer on my lap. I'll be turning over the compy to see what falls out from under the keys.3. I'm sitting in my recycled rocker/recliner. $15 at a recent yardsale--it's a lazyboy

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-32010264721815472092011-09-21T18:50:00.003-06:002011-09-21T18:55:18.910-06:00

This guy--or girl--took up residence a couple of months ago in the window outside of the office. His or her web catches all kinds of bugs, so that's good right? I've been inclined to let him or her be.Jack pointed out though that if he is a she, we just might see hundreds of little baby spidees, small enough to set up homes inside of the office.But still, I'm not sure I can go out there and

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-83165707168451647732011-09-19T19:08:00.004-06:002011-09-19T19:14:55.392-06:00

I'm trying to just remember how great the past few days have been. Hoping Jessie will post photos since I forgot to take my camera.But then I came home to JoJo who was thrilled to see me and Gus who seems to have forgotten who I am but might remember in a couple of hours or so.And then Jack finished up the dishes and took out the garbage as soon as I came into the house.And I had all of the

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-5731645752215535712011-09-18T18:37:00.002-06:002011-09-18T18:49:43.798-06:00

I got the email from Delta today that says I can check in for my flight home tomorrow. Just as I had to stop myself from thinking about coming here until the day before I got on the plane, I've been trying to not think about how I will not be here forever.Not that I don't want to go home. Lots of greatness there.But here (in no particular order):1. Every morning my door opens and a little face

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Been here almost a day and a half. Exhausted. Don't know how Jessie does these things:Keeps up with three busy girls--kindergarten, pre-school, naps, shopping, eating, playgroup, celebrating a birthday, oh and sleeping.All of those seem to involve driving on freeways.Okay, maybe not all. Like the sleeping part or the kindergarten part or some of the other parts.But the celebrating a birthday

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-35846628540320850272011-09-14T19:26:00.002-06:002011-09-14T19:26:56.026-06:00

I'll be at the airport, checked in for my flight to see Jessie on her birthday.I probably won't sleep tonight.

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Guess who just danced in the basement?Yes. Me. !!!And I even scored higher than Jr on two songs! Not that I'm bragging because he beat me on like four songs.I think I won because my shoulder is still tight so my moves have to be more controlled.Or maybe it's because I kind of knocked into him a couple of times. Or something.Now I gotta go ice it. Sweet.

gilianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161475550868269459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78610466764708644.post-17642819739255603542011-09-08T22:21:00.002-06:002011-09-08T22:27:27.534-06:00

If you sue someone and win, the jury can award special damages (economic, out of pocket, loss of wages) or general damages ( pain and sufering) or punative damages (to punish the defendant who knew his product would damage people but made a business decision to go ahead with the program and risk hurting a few people.) Then along the state legislatures who have decided that someone who was

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These feel so good I slept in them last night.Okay. Not really. But I wanted to.yes, those are silver toenails--cool, right?

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There were two things that happened during the post-manipulation hours and days that I don't want to forget. First, during the hours immediately post-manipulation, my arm was sleepy. Really sleepy. Before the procedure began, the doc asked me to sign to give him authorization to give me some type of injection during the procedure. I don't remember what type of injection it was--steroids or

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This week of school: Monday--no classes Tuesday--Intellectual Property & Cyber Law. In Orem, so I made the hour drive through the rush hour/construction that is Utah County (and will be until just right after I graduate). Wandered around the Liberal Arts building until finally located LA208. Found a seat just before the teacher began class. Or, the guy filling in for the teacher began class

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My how things can change in a day or two. Let's just blame that last post on percocet. True, manipulation was not pleasant. But now I can once again move my right arm in almost as many directions as my left arm. It is still tight, but not painful. And the reality is that when I woke up on Saturday after taking only one pill on Friday, the pain and discomfort I was feeling was not in my arm

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I can't do it anymore. I can't pretend this week has been acceptable or good or even okay. It has totally sucked. What was I thinking? Having my shoulder manipulated (and by manipulated I mean popped in three different directions by a doctor in order to break free the cement-like bands that had for some unknown reason formed in said shoulder) yes, manipulated just five days before my birthday

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Yesterday was my first facebook birthday. Thank you to all who sent greetings and good wishes via the interwebs. This year's festivities also included: 1. Sunday dinner (pot roast with roasted potatoes and carrots and gravy, prepared by Jr, attended by all local family) 2. New slippers to replace the three pairs that JoJo chewed up when she was a puppy 3. A warm cup of chai waiting for me when

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One of my biggest concerns about having my shoulder jerked around was who would take care of me afterwards. I had a clear thought in my mind that Jack and Jr should be the ones to care for me--make sure I had medication on time, and meals--nothing fancy, just quick and reliably provided--and possibly most important, who would keep JoJo from leaping from the doorway onto me on the bed? I

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I stayed in bed most of the night last night instead of getting up and writing down that amazing post I composed in my head ALL.NIGHT.LONG. Apparently percocet can keep your brain going for hours. Creatively spinning round and round and totally unable to unwind and go to sleep. Let's just say that the orthopedic surgeon was right when he said that my shoulder would hurt when I woke up. Sort

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By this time tomorrow, I should be back home, shoulder loosened up, and hopefully doped up enough to be feeling no pain. That may just be my optimistic nature there. But let's all keep our fingers crossed, right?

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Plant four pots of phlox I bought two weekends ago. Don't do any homework since the long hot semester of summer officially ended for me last night. Yard sailing with Sugar in the A.M. Rental house upstairs tidying, followed by attendance at local minor league baseball game, accompanied by the obviously-required consumption of hot dogs, sodas, and peanuts. Rest up the finally diagnosed frozen

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Guess who got 90% on her marketing final? Oh, ouch, bad move with the bad arm trying to reach around to give myself a big congratulatory hug.

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You really can't remodel a kitchen in two days. It takes at least a day to clean an apartment after renters vacate it. But just see how nice it can look after five long months. Okay. The kitchen only took three weeks. Or so. This is Jr's "how do you ask nicely" look. Cute, eh?

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I had hoped to have pictures to share today of new countertops with a new sink on top of new cabinets. I planned to take photos of the flowerbeds I weeded and then photos of the newly completed kitchen and the freshly cleaned carpets, because there are some beautiful new countertops on top of the new cabinets. There are new countertops with a new sink and faucet and sprayer that are simply

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This is not me whining or complaining or being grumpy, but just saying that my basement flooded twice yesterday and the Provo house flooded once. Just a little. But still.

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What if the reason Gus is frantically sniffing and pacing is mouse-related?

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My gardens are fabulous this year. (See masthead photo.) Lots of rain = lots of lush growth = :)And speaking of rain. Check this out--bathroom:bedroom:and in case you don't recognize this view:Other bedroom. Take that rain who floods the basement apartment no more:As long as I'm boasting about today's accomplishments at the rental, check out the basement kitchen:It may not look like much, but

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Seriously. Pay attention to the weather and forget that debt crisis business. Because it's been raining again. A lot. Enough to flood our basement. Again. And oh yeah, the Provo house too. Because we had to go and agree to the tenant's request that we remodel the basement kitchen instead of doing the sensible thing we had thought needed to be the next project--you know, either new window

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That piece of paper hanging from the light in the stairwell is now in the trash, thank you to Jr. Somehow, the painter forgot to remove it when he was cleaning up. And while removing it, Jr sensed that the house still has its sense of humor. He kept poking at the tape and paper with a broom handle until he finally got the tape to let go and then it floated to high up on the wall where it

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Yes, I've been a bit cranky of late. Maybe downright crabby. But I'm working on it. Cheering up and stopping the whining about the arm.So. How about an update on the Provo rental?It is nearly complete and we have tenants ready to move in. Photos to prove it, which will likely mean nothing to anyone but Jessie, who will recognize the progress.So, does this look familiar, Jess? Top of the

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You may chose to disregard the drug-induced rant that is the post from earlier today. Not that it was fabricated. It was a real conversation--in fact, it's two real conversations. The one with mom and the one in my head.However.Consider for a moment that I wrote it just before laying down because I was nauseated from the drugs I'd taken for my shoulder/arm pain and promptly fell asleep and

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Like tired, and yes irritated, but did I mention my arm's been troubling me for a couple of months?No? Well, that could be because I was convinced that the shooting pains that occurred whenever I moved my right upper arm in certain positions was either a) caused by my age, or b) yet another example of how emotional pain can cause physical pain.But see, I'm not feeling particularly emotionally

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I do not like group projects in college.I know, they're supposed to be like real life and when I'm a grown up and working in a real job, there will be slackers and I'll have to deal with them and blahblahblah. BLAH.I don't care. I don't like group projects in college. There are too many kids in college who do not know how to write a paper or do research and I'm not talking about kids who are

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First. Let me tell you that you should never balance your computer on a stack of papers and other debris while cleaning up your office if there is any possibility that your compy might fall to the floor and strike that thingie that makes your mouse work that sticks out of the side of your compy--because your mouse just might stop working and it's no good trying to get used to that mouse pad

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Do you know what sucks about getting older? (Note I did not say old, but older.) I heard on the radio a while back that older people can't hear mosquitoes. Apparently the frequency of their buzz is too high for aging ears, and I must have aging ears because I can no longer hear them pestering me and that explains the three mosquito bites I got last weekend.While googling around to try to

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I'm sitting at my desk--thinking about doing homework, but really reading a few blogs, facebook, visiting with Weezer...Then the doorbell rang...she isn't a fan of getting her picture taken or of welcoming visitors...

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A few weeks ago, before Jessie and the girls visited for ten days of bliss, my mom dropped by.I don't recall the purpose of her visit, but as usual, we sat down in the front room to chat and Jack joined us. At some point, she looked at Jack and said that she thought I loved my granddaughters more than anyone else.I said that wasn't true, that while I definitely love my granddaughters a lot, that

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It is so quiet here today.Ten days of girls--pizza, zoo, sleepovers, hot tubbing, lots of extra pink and cousins and smiles and giggles and hugs and kisses--Jr returned from France last weekend amidst a flurry of bridal showers and pancakes and bacon breakfasts, happy to have gone yet quite happy to be back on familiar soil.And the wedding of the century was yesterday--beautiful bride, handsome

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I'm cut.Not the words you want to hear when your kid comes in from the workshop where he's been using the table saw to make nightstands to match the beautiful mission-style bed he made for his soon-to-be bride...Better to hear: For a run in with a table saw, you're pretty lucky (as spoken by the emergency room doc who just stitched him up).Lucky as in didn't cut through any ligaments, nerves or

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Sunday night, Jessie's girls took a bath at my house. All three together, just shortly after they arrived, but before Cailin was really sure she was happy about being here with people besides her mom, dad, and sisters. I stayed with the girls while Jessie cleaned out their van and organized their belongings in the guest bedroom/toy room.Cailin was not thrilled about the missing mommy until I

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1. Jack's birthday2. Father's day3. Flooded basement here in the gardens4. Dinner with Stu's bunch5. Sleepovers for the next ten days with the California kids here for the upcoming nuptials.

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I've thought of a couple of different things to post about today--should it be the stunning deal I scored at Kohl's on Saturday or the interesting conversations with my mom this past weekend?Okay. I've decided.You will not believe the deal I scored at Kohl's. A list. That will help.1. I had two Kohl's cash dealios--$30 worth2. I had a 30% off coupon at Kohl's3. I had a store credit for $67 (

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For the first few days after the guy on the motorcycle ran into me, I had a hard--HARD--time driving, which made for a complicated life since I spend approximately 50% of my day in my car. Okay, that may be an exaggeration. Probably only 20%. But still, it was difficult. Everywhere I went, it seemed other drivers were drifting into my lane. Or perhaps my sensory abilities were on high alert--

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Twenty-four hours ago, I was all set for a two-night trip to Malibu. My friend, Colleen, had buddy passes for Sugar and me and the plan was to fly to Long Beach, rent a car, and drive to Colleen's mother-in-law's home on the Pacific Coast highway in Malibu and finally put on that outstanding swimsuit I bought last summer and have not yet donned. Willie (the mother-in-law) lives on a cliff that

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We moved my desk downstairs a few days ago so now I can sit at the desk and do my homework while Jack sits in the theater watching TV, and I can roll my chair back to watch when I need a break from said homework.I really like having my desk in this almost corner of the room with a window directly in front of me.Course, the window looks out into a window well that opens into the deck above, so it

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I feel quite certain that you've all been wondering about my cats. They are all fine.This one is adorable but she has a weird quirk--well, they all do. But this one has a love for something I try to keep on my dresser...I really have no idea why she insists on dragging it off the dresser, through the house, and down the stairs. True it's Waterford. But still...

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I kind of sandwiched this bit of information in between other items on Saturday, but Jr has gone off to France for a month of immersion in the French language at some university over there.This is how he looked after a long nonstop flight plus a several-hour train ride plus a day without sleep plus a night of sleep in his host home where no English is spoken plus a first day in class where

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The masthead photo is a shot of my peony.I've always thought peonies were so beautiful, a combination of sorts of rose and carnation, but I've never grown them before, so sometime in the last two years, I planted a bunch of peony roots that I bought at Home Depot. And promptly forgot that I'd planted them.A few weeks ago, I noticed something growing in the corner of the gardens, and upon closer

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1. Yard sailing with Sugar & Colleen--scored brand new pink size 3 boots, a massive pile of new little dollies, a Fisher-Price house with kids and furniture, a purple castle-shaped tent that is big enough for at least five little girls to play in, and a long skinny pillow embroidered, "and they lived happily ever after."2. Dropped off Jr at the airport for his month-long study abroad in France.

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Which of these would you choose to wear:A--B--C--D--or E--?????

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Last week my mom called to tell me that she was planning a party to celebrate my dad's 86th birthday on Sunday night. She asked me to invite my kids and said she would be cutting up fruit and pastries to serve and I should buy my dad one of those short-sleeved button up shirts like the kind you wear in Hawaii in a size 2XL and we could Skype with Jessie and her family so they could be part of

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1. You should never, not ever, get paint stripper on your skin.2. I'd probably die without skype.3. There's a ton--a metric ton if that's bigger than the other kind of ton--of crazy in my family, but I love them still.4. I am tired. For all my good-intentioned family members who tell me every time they see me that I look tired, it's true, I'm tired. Bone weary, aching old woman tired. There, I

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We have knocked our socks off. And worn out our backs. And finished these things:1. The basement bathroom. Shower is tiled, grouted, and caulked. And while not perfect, it is perfectly lovely.2. The back stairway. Patched, ready for primer and paint, minus all of the extra wires, pipes, and other devices hanging on the walls, and today we tiled the upper landing, and last week, Jack built a new

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My mom called the other day while I was at the doctor with Jack who was getting prescription refills for his diabetes.Today, while driving to the Provo house, I called mom to see how she was doing. She says she's feeling good but can definitely tell something happened in her chest so she's following doctor's orders by resting.She then asked about Jack's appointment with his doctor.Mom: How's

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is a special one. happy anniversary Stu and Shi.is it nine years?seems like you've been through so much more so glad you're together.

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Mom: I figured out something good about me having this surgery right now. You got hit by the guy on the motorcycle and your car needs to be in the shop getting fixed and if I hadn't had the surgery, I wouldn't be unable to drive for a week and you couldn't borrow my car while yours is in the shop, so see, that's a good thing all around. And by the way, I talked to Bruce, our insurance man, and

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My mom had heart surgery today. Over the past year, she has had occasional bouts of an irregular heartbeat, something similar to what her mom had that eventually caused congestive heart failure. Mom's doctor has had her on several medications, including a blood thinner, because the irregular heartbeat is a major cause of blood clots and stroke. The more extreme method of dealing with the

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Happy Mother's Day And Happy Birthday, Jr, a week late...

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Sometimes, even if you're just driving along, minding your own business, listening to NPR, even if you see a guy on a motorcycle come shooting out of a driveway and you watch him swerving into your lane, even if you yell, "dude, what are you doing?" and you try to swerve into the center lane to avoid hitting him, you may still hear that sickening sound when he and his bike slam into the side of

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