tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39118907694906816292024-02-20T14:49:54.595-05:00Not Enough Hours in a DayLife is overflowing with things to do & challenges to distract me. I am finally learning that I can't DO it ALL....do what I CAN; not worry about the rest!! There will NEVER be enough hours in a day otherwise.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.comBlogger299125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-45241221296206272432015-01-07T11:45:00.001-05:002015-01-07T11:45:12.159-05:00I give up...On this here blog anyway. G+ is just TOO easy to snap pics, add message and post! <br />
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~AngAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533213520943935175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-5060690829150605392014-03-27T11:43:00.001-04:002014-03-27T11:43:24.005-04:00Has it been THAT long?? Apparently yes, it has! Nothing published here since August 2013. I guess the #BlogsofAugust idea on Google+ last year DID win!! Thanks <a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/113117251731252114390" target="_blank">+Mike Elgan</a> Much love, hehe! I vowed to blog on G+ instead of here for that experiment. Voila, the habit stuck! I've really enjoyed the interchange between people and ideas which seems much more consistent with G+ (or even FB) posting than on a blog. I was afraid the microblog/daily posting would be the death of this page...almost! <br />
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Switching Google accounts and needing to get this page connected with the NEW account was <strike>major</strike> hurdle (in my mind) also that I didn't want to bother with. It wasn't difficult, but I didn't want to fuss with it. Now I'm working on a few projects that prefer blog entries, so I finally did the deed, switched Not Enough Hours to the current Google account and HERE we are! Back in blog business. At least for today. HA! <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533213520943935175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-35017768954524502372013-08-14T18:28:00.001-04:002013-08-14T18:28:10.026-04:00G@@gle+ anyone??Signal the grim reaper... I think I may move the blog type posts to G+. Anyone else over there in G+ land?? I hate to lose all THREE of you loyal readers but my frequency on FB and occasional G+ photo posts are killing this page. Whadda ya think??<br />
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Also, any of you with access to First Class Ticket- I could private post to you through G+ instead of Blogger- yay? Nay? <br />
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Oh and I have a new Google name/address to reflect I don't sell jewelry anymore. While we're on the subject of changing things up you want me to give you that as well?? MUAHAHAHAHA!! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-36783284485842394792013-04-04T01:23:00.001-04:002013-04-04T01:23:56.122-04:00April, please don't shower!March was brutal enough with sickness, frigid temps, death in the family, too much rain, and so on. If you could stay slightly sunny, Miss April, that would be wonderful! We've had enough gloom for a loooooong while!<br />
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Things picking up around here with 4H in gear, school winding down, days getting longer (FINALLY) so I thought I'd just post a funny. The kids helped me work on coloring eggs last week for Easter as they always do.<br />
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Save yourself the hassle- yeah it's cool to work with and doesn't splash BUT it doesn't color well and takes for-freaking-ever!! Skip it, I'll deal with vinegar stench next year.<br />
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Anyhooo...so now it's Monday, Easter has gone by. I grab one of the colored eggs for a quick lunch... smack the sucker on the counter to start cracking it to peel and it more does more of a <i>TWHUMP</i> than a crack. WTH?? Before I can smack it again, I peek in and it's raw. Ok, double WTH?? Someone hand me a skillet, like QUICKly! I guess I'll just cook an egg instead of eating a boiled one, but that doesn't explain how a colored egg because uncooked. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-60873914185123777772012-12-17T12:01:00.000-05:002012-12-17T12:01:04.176-05:00Hack, choke, gag...That's what my family is doing currently after I've sprayed enough Lysol over the last two days to create an African-sized ozone escape hatch and used enough bleach to probably turn the Mighty Mississippi clear, but by the good Lord we're gonna be germ-freakin-FREE!! --at least for a few days. I can thank my son for this war on germs, for two reasons: For being his difficult self and forcing my hand at sending him to B&M school and secondly for bringing said germs HOME from that B&M school where kids are missing multiple days from a nasty flu bug. It started with me- horrid, cramping so-tired-you-can't-see-straight aching for days. Of course I start to feel better and it hits the rest of the crew. Sir Knight went to bed one morning and the next evening was still in bed, he even called off work that night he was so knocked down- and that NEVER happens. Princess B hasn't moved but 2 inches across the couch in 30 hours...I rolled her to Lysol around her.<br />
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With it understood, Monster Man lives to be difficult at best, I still had to run back up to his room last night, kiss and hug him, letting him know that I love him so very much and my world would be VERY boring without him in it. He'd better know that I love him like crazy even when he spends most days driving crazy off the cliff. <br />
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What we don't do for our kids...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-18681126584453150752012-11-02T23:59:00.000-04:002012-11-02T23:59:01.502-04:00Day 2 almost got me! WHEW!<br />
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Local news reported today that 1.5 million people in our state took part in early voting thus far. Nice! I hope that's a hint as to the way Election Day will go. I mailed in my ballot. I hope everyone (who hasn't already) does their duty next week- get out there and vote!!<br />
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:-)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-81069798787196122132012-11-01T23:59:00.000-04:002012-11-01T23:59:12.915-04:00I can't think of a title...Honestly all I can think is my head is full, my teeth are on fire and my nose is sore from blowing cruds out all day. <br />
Somehow in the midst of this foggy head day, I happened to think of NoBloPoMo and thought...why the hell not? HA!! I've got exactly a minute to spare. Any bets I make it a week?? A day?? <br />
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I have nothing better to do than clean, fold laundry, watch mindless TV, cut coupons, sort emails...all while I sit up in the recliner trying to breathe since I can't lie down. Joy. <br />
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Time's up!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-83393477186287314042012-09-17T12:10:00.005-04:002012-09-17T12:17:21.074-04:00The Princess and the CoachOur rescued kitten, Princess, poor thing riddled with skin problems and scrawny appearance, has become a little spoiled around here. She's not one for being picked up and loved on, though in the evening she will jump up on a couch or chair with you to snuggle. <br />
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She likes to be walked around the house that way, on B's back and shoulders. She climbs up then B slowly stands up and Princess acts true to her name, parading around the house. <br />
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She also thinks the document feeder of of my printer/fax is a great napping spot. She lays up there while Sir Knight works on the computer. <br />
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When she sent the messages they were two minutes apart. So I hurry in the powder room, grab my camera and head upstairs, figuring kitten was in some sort of goofy spot or funny place...I never imagined THIS:<br />
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Wonder what trick she'll teach Princess next?? Hehehe! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-91159189149537818832012-08-16T23:31:00.001-04:002012-08-17T07:01:34.415-04:00Irresistible Taste eh?<div><p>Must've meant the bag...</p>
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Bonus it was $5. Man I love bargins! ...and not squeezing my arse into a big<i>ger </i>size than last try. <br>
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Another neat place was WonderWorks (aka the upside down house). That place is a hands-on science center- all kinds of things to do! Move marbles with your mind, lay on a bed of nails, make beach ball-sized bubbles, fun mirrors and a 4-story climbing/rope obstacle course. SUPER cool! The kids loved it! Hard to see in a picture, but a huge dark room filled with a neon structures, ropes and black lights to make the obstacles standout.<br />
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(but don't hold your breath I'll get it posted before August!!)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-26732321801866160672012-05-21T15:08:00.001-04:002012-05-21T15:08:52.298-04:00Hulk Math<div><p>At this point, I could care less if he wanted to do school work in drag...as long as it's getting done w/o argument.  </p>
<p>It's been an exhausting long year with this boy, but these funny moments are what I'll miss most. </p>
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I knew I should have just gone to bed after a bad day. Why attempt a task I've done 200 times over? Because it gives God a chance to prove his sense of humor in that, oh YES, it <i>could be worse!</i><br />
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Yes, friends, I Strawberry Shortcaked myself. <br />
@$&;_":)#/+#&;@ Nice earthy glow eh? Maybe earth on FIRE! ugh. I could cry, but I'm too tired.<br />
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Started Sunday at Mass with my dad's family, from then on was a crazy run-like-mad day!! Whew!! The kids had a great day with their dad's family for a cousin's birthday party, while I spent the day playing beautician, errand runner, grocery getter, laundry service and dinner delivery. In the middle of all that, I managed to get my sadly neglected nail filled, my truck washed and did a little shopping for Mother's Day. Last task of the day was to help MKiSA (my Knight in Shining Armor....he needed an acronym, hehe, I'm lazy) reinstall the upstairs toilet. Man, I was ready to SIT DOWN for a few when I finally got the chance about 10 pm! <br />
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So as usual, I suck at getting back to blogging. I think I stated that a month ago. It's May....FREAKING MAY!! Time has flown by! MKiSA and I are doing well- I had a rough patch while changing SNRI's a few months ago, NOT FUN. I was seriously losing my mind- it was not pretty. Thankfully we survived that and I think are stronger from it. He mentioned last night that he was sorry I had to help with the toilet, but I'd much rather come home to him and help out with something than come home being in a constant state of wonder about who he was with and who he is planning for next- THANK God I don't have any of those gut feelings, I know him better than that. He is such a good-hearted person, he can be blunt and direct at times which occasionally throws me off (as harsh), but his sincerity and intentions are always in the right place, usually thinking of others. I never doubt him for a second, never have. Not even 15-18 years ago as a true friend. Still planning on getting married in September on the beach. Though I'd marry him today if he'd say, 'Let's go!' :-) <br />
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I still have to finish my ACE journey post. I want to give the story about my weight loss, though I don't feel it's THAT interesting, so why bother boring you? I keep putting off getting it out here. I've plateaued but kept the same amount off since February- so good I'm not gaining, but I still have more to go. The last time I lost any weight I got pregnant for T-Man when I hit the 15-lb mark- so much for that! <br />
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What a hodgepodge post- that mess probably left y'all dizzy! Now that I have warm mornings to get me motivated maybe I'll post more often. I love sitting on the porch morning and late evenings-aaahhhh.<br />
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Have a wonderful week!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-23798024406128619272012-04-08T03:50:00.000-04:002012-04-08T03:50:29.858-04:00Hoppy, Happy, Hoppy...oh man it's Easter in 4 hours...So 3:30 a.m. - laundry going, not packed for tomorrow, still haven't had my shower.<br />
All of this due to a Brothers & Sisters marathon on SoapNet which are clearly a few seasons beyond where I last watched. But I'm sucked in nonetheless. My eyeballs are itchy but my tootsies are freshly painted- woohoo! It DOES appear EB has been here. BONUS!!<br />
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So why not waste a few more mins on my neglected blog! HA! Now this pathetic show has me crying again- ugh! Off to shower, hopefully get a few hours' sleep before Sir Knight gets home from work and time to wake the kids to prior to descending chaos on Mass at 9 a.m. with the family. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-49230226146713082162012-03-15T03:20:00.001-04:002012-03-15T03:20:44.942-04:00No idea<div><p>I haven't the slightest idea how I'm going to update this blog, but I have to do SOMEthing! I've said for months I was going to get back on here; post regularly... and yet near another moon has passed since I last declared that. Wow, I suck! Lol <br>
With any luck an update is forthcoming...<br></p>
<p> but don't hold your breath! </p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-53561238983152925862011-12-23T23:56:00.000-05:002011-12-23T23:56:42.553-05:00Christmas Letter<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Gill Sans,sans-serif;">I am seriously lame and only sent a few cards, to those who don't have email or FB. The 'online' category of people, ya'll got an email! I'll put Christmas cards on my list to do earlier next year. Don't feel too slighted, I don't have our Shutterfly book done from the Rome Trip in September yet either! So here you go- a quick sum up our our year. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a safe holiday! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Gill Sans,sans-serif;">Love, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Gill Sans,sans-serif;">What
an extremely busy and fulfilling year we've had! After a difficult
2010 for me, early 2011 was full of new hope with an opportunity for
Jay and I to get together and build on 20 years of friendship! We
have been truly blessed! </span>
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<span style="font-family: Gill Sans,sans-serif;">Our
whirlwind year started off taking Brittany & Tyler on their first
plane ride to Chicago in early February. The Windy City sure lived
up to its name that week- BBBRRR!! Willis (Sears) Tower was amazing,
standing on the glass over Wacker Drive at 100+ floors up!! Tyler of
course loved the train. </span>
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summer, we drove to Gatlinburg...in the middle of severe storms,
sideways rain and HAIL! Crazy! We spent the days touring Ripley's
attractions, walking through shops, taking ghost walks and had so
much fun on slides, rides and sky lifts at Ober Gatlinburg. Can't
wait to go back! </span>
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<span style="font-family: Gill Sans,sans-serif;">June
brought the annual dance recitals, bittersweet as it would be the
last dance event with our Starmaker family of 5 years. We miss our
teachers and friends so much! </span>
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<span style="font-family: Gill Sans,sans-serif;">We
spent the summer moving down to Crooksville from Akron. Whew- that
was a chore!! I was afraid Jay would lock the doors and hide if I
pulled one more U-Haul in front of the house! Such a good guy helped
me load/unload and drive several trips over several weeks on his few
days off to get here. I had no luck relocating the furbabies, so
they had to come too (anyone want a dog?? or two??) and a place
outside was prepared for the dogs. Thanks to Aunt Dorothy for some
spare fence!! Jake & Elwood (cats) had no problem taking over
the house and showing Jay that he really IS a 'cat person'! Hehehe!!</span></div>
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fall took us to Myrtle Beach with Jay's sister's family- 2 cars, 4
adults, 8 kids...one LOOOOOONG drive. HA! We all had a blast in the fun
pools, the beach, and I got a daily soak of sun!! We loved the new
Pirate Dinner show. We were lucky to visit with a few sorely missed
friends down in Goose Creek. </span>
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and Tyler have adjusted to life in a small town...which to them means
doing more! Excited to ride their bikes around town, go to the
library, or Grandma Harriett's house on their own. Who knew? </span>
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<span style="font-family: Gill Sans,sans-serif;">In
October, Jay took me on an amazing trip to Rome! Too beautiful to
describe- both food and art!! You'll have to check out our pictures
on Facebook or Flickr! (search for ang.jewelrygirl@gmail.com)</span></div>
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the Holidays are happy and healthy for you! Take care and keep in
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The Chaos Gang! </div>
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Lucy, Lyla, Jake & Elwood </span>
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all the neighborhood cats who think they live/belong on our porch:
Goldie, Momma, Jinx, Sickly, Blackie, Andrew, Tippy & Squirt.
(anyone want a cat? Or three??) </span>
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<span style="font-family: Gill Sans,sans-serif;">-Yes,
I am still waiting for Jay to come to his senses and run for the
hills screaming!! Ha! Ha! </span>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-19129888591059976282011-11-30T03:18:00.001-05:002011-11-30T03:18:23.818-05:00Thankful<div><p>One year ago, I was in a whole different place, not a good place. A very sad, kicked in the gut place...<br>
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All I can say is, "WHAT a difference a year makes! !" An awesome man who loves me, helped by some fantastically supportive friends and family, two fun-loving kids and I have had a dream-come-true of a year! Sure there have been a few tough spots to work through (mostly within myself), but overall, those don't even scratch the surface of how freaking happy I am! Can't even explain how loved I feel...without a doubt! </p>
<p>I'm sure y'all have something to be thankful for- that's mine. </p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-8621384198436063432011-11-24T03:34:00.001-05:002011-11-24T03:34:33.720-05:00Happy Turkey Day!<div><p>Hope everyone has a safe and filling holiday! I for one am super excited about shopping at midnight and catching up with the bestie from school days, can't wait! Woot woot! </p>
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Going to try this to surprise the kids later!<br />
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<a href="http://www.rumkihn.com/2011/11/nutella-ice-cream.html">Nutella Ice Cream!!</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-86612479646315419732011-11-09T00:16:00.000-05:002011-11-09T00:16:13.314-05:00The look of genius.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6Y6GFsdAmDFBSUimOGauu1odQb4Jaasqm_a8UgnkOlMshMbcVV0V2UGVnr50JGR_5_UQtSwVBmMTdzNQ0uTHDKr82CFyn13Gl7_UyamSVYN4XLrGowUqSAItYhh_4Mh6cyHOsdSL-09H/"><img height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6Y6GFsdAmDFBSUimOGauu1odQb4Jaasqm_a8UgnkOlMshMbcVV0V2UGVnr50JGR_5_UQtSwVBmMTdzNQ0uTHDKr82CFyn13Gl7_UyamSVYN4XLrGowUqSAItYhh_4Mh6cyHOsdSL-09H/" style="float: left cursor: pointer; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" width="143px" /></a><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-64201856624943022292011-11-07T23:53:00.000-05:002011-11-07T23:54:48.075-05:00O dark earlyThe fall time change usually doesn't bother me. This year?? I must be getting older or something, this darkness outside by 6 has me wanting to crash by 8 pm....and I'm usually up until 2 am. Explain that?? Weird.<br />
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Cool finding today: Target and Kohls to open at midnight for Black Friday!! YES!! <br />
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FREAKY finding: Women ingesting encapsulated placenta after birth to help with hormone swings and depression. The article sounds horrible, but gotta admit the title draws you in. What do yo think?<br />
<a href="http://www.live5news.com/story/15980409/consuming-placenta-gains-momentum-to-fight-postpartum-depression">Consume placenta?? </a> I get it, but not sure I could/would.<br />
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Yes, I am close to midnight and seriously winging it so I don't blow NaBloPoMo. So sue me. heh.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-76448902106468016802011-11-06T23:48:00.001-05:002011-11-06T23:48:37.182-05:00Sunday view<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztlvha9c0SKKIaz1dfc7THRPyzS1wXd6ywWIXq-oWKqPXj7upbkUI5KqP53F6nqoXV3SM8wXISlaBfPfiZCjquv6HAaE4INcFDHDwW4IcENxoc8Fq73LXZICgvOq3UxB7HF8cGG61QNsI/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztlvha9c0SKKIaz1dfc7THRPyzS1wXd6ywWIXq-oWKqPXj7upbkUI5KqP53F6nqoXV3SM8wXISlaBfPfiZCjquv6HAaE4INcFDHDwW4IcENxoc8Fq73LXZICgvOq3UxB7HF8cGG61QNsI/" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer;" height="191px" width="320px" /></a><br><br>A rearview shot of my every other Sunday evening scene, picking up the kids...gorgeous colors tonight.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911890769490681629.post-74447205055247130272011-11-05T23:46:00.000-04:002011-11-05T23:46:53.882-04:00Why Google Rocks- Beyond Barrel Roll: 10 Hidden Google Tricks<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Times; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: medium; ">If you were captured by Google's 'do a barrel' roll this week, get a load of this article:</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Times; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: medium; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Times; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: medium; ">More games and Easter Eggs thanks to some genius, and I'm assuming hysterical, Google developers. </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Times; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: medium; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Times; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: medium; ">Go have some fun!! </p></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://mashable.com/2011/11/03/google-easter-eggs-2/">Beyond Barrel Roll: 10 Hidden Google Tricks</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216454145351328431noreply@blogger.com0