tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76040473290079397162011-07-08T09:32:47.566-05:00A neurotic woman relocates to a new city with her hubby and beloved old dog. Follow along on her adventures!Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02577720942195270662noreply@blogger.comBlogger1291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604047329007939716.post-65226031578129635252009-08-07T06:21:00.003-05:002009-08-07T06:42:05.419-05:00

And... suddenly it is August. I never meant to make a post about NABLOPOMO back in March, then walk away from this little pet blog of mine for five months, it was just sort of one of those things that happened. Goodness. I found myself completely blocked, and that just never happens to me. I always have something to say. But if you had asked me to describe the shape of a frozen green pea, I

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Okay. So I tried this again this month as a tool to help myself get back in the swing of keeping up with my blog after being so sporadic with it due to illness in the family, illness personally etc. Blah blah blog. Missed one day yesterday because honestly I was sick and had nothing to say, unless the incoherent whining of someone on painkillers going on and on about the same old crap is

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Hole Punch CloudPerhaps I would actually be wordless if I saw this with my own eyes. Spectacular photo. I had a rush of things going through my mind when I saw this. First, I imagined a sense of relief from pressure and pain. I had my Daddy in mind, as I do so often right now. Curious. Does this invoke any emotions in you?

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I think this photo is fantastic. I don't remember where I found it, but I'm going to call it Tall Paul. I always thought a guardian angel might come in the form of a shadow, perhaps mine might look like him. Now I have a tall order for Tall Paul. I'm going in for a follow up CT in the morning, one for which I'm drinking copious amounts of berry smoothie flavored barium tonight and tomorrow

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So, today is the big Happy 5-0 for the preternaturally young, beautiful fashion doll Barbie. Most of us know about Barbie and how, when and why she came to be. That info has been all over the web lately, I certainly don't need to give you a history lesson about Mattel and the evolution of Barbie. Personally, I hadn't given Barbie much thought in years until today then I started remembering what

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Having nothing at all to do with rebelling against Daylight Savings Time and losing that hour of sleep which really, when I think about it, would be very in character for me to do, I slept 13 hours last night. That makes two nights in a row. The difference between today and yesterday, I am not going back for a nap today like I did yesterday. Enough is enough. So, having mentioned all that sleep I

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Just a reminder, don't forget to set your clocks ahead an hour tonight!

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Friday Fun Facts! Welcome to another edition of Friday Fun Facts! Today another narcissistic list about me, because if I weren't just a tad self centered... why would I blog about myself right? At least I recognize my weaknesses. Speaking of weaknesses. Let's get on with the list, shall we? Since I freely admit to being a neurotic woman, I thought I'd share with you some of my most irrational

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Giving myself one day to wallow in self pity. Typically, I am not a self pity kind of girl but, I was very much looking forward to spending the next two weeks by my daddy the cowboy's side. It was going to be just the two of us, spending some quality time together while he undergoes radiation treatments for his cancer. Today my doctor told me that due to my own recent hospitalization, the

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http://www.lindseyfilmfest.com/festival.htmlLast night I dedicated a post to my sister, saying that this week was a very big deal to her. I was a little bit cryptic about it on purpose, only because I was saving the why this is a big deal for today. So it is today now. An hour and a half from tomorrow, actually, as I look at my clock. My older sister teaches English at the University of North

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Because this is a very big week for my sister, and I can't be there with her in person, I'm giving her my good thoughts and some energy. I'll be talking more about the details later in the week, but today she needs to gear up, gather her energy stores, drink her favorite beverage... coffee, and bring it. Which is really all about what she does best. Here are a few motivational aids, sister style

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And so, despite it all I did get my butt up and out the door this morning for a short adventure. In keeping with my new plan to get on with my life because it is not getting any longer, I drove my skinny ass to the bank. And! Since, there are 167 branches of this bank in the Chicago metro area I decided I would try a new one today. I chose one of 10 within 9 miles from my house in a town I don't

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Even though it is very much winter here in the Midwest and I'm still recovering from the dumb aftermath of an even dumber illness, all I can think of today is springtime and fresh air. Seems I'm suffering from the winter blues. Tomorrow I think we are getting snow. Later this week the weather should be nicer and in my effort to log it, therefore I shall accomplish it... I plan on taking a walk

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So. I have some explaining to do. Again. I typically am not the type to take on a project, and walk away from it for a month, just casually throwing my hands up in the air, oh la dee dah. Fidledee dee, I have better things to do like sip a nice cool lemonade out on the veranda. To be clear, I have not gone all Scarlet O'Hara on you. Thank you for caring, those who popped by and commented and I

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Confession time. Hee! Don't you love those words? Confession! The dirt! OR, maybe... not! Confession can imply something dark and mysterious. Bad or naughty. Here? Not so much. I just need to confess that I've been terribly lazy. (If you only knew to what extent.) My hope in publicly confessing a few of my "sins" here is that I will somehow be more motivated to accomplish something, anything in

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Welcome to Friday afternoon! I'm beginning to enjoy these little show and tell sessions. This week, I've been dreaming of spring and venturing outdoors. Here in the city where I live, we are currently hosting our coldest winter in ten years. Quite a party. Seems like it will never end. so, I've been thinking of warmer days ahead, and this is what I have in my bag to tell you and show you

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My daddy playing Cowboy. My dad. Daddy, as I have always called him. He is suffering badly this week with the effects of his pancreatic cancer. I sorted through boxes of photos looking for a couple of these. One is always framed, and usually sitting alongside a pair of my dad's childhood cowboy boots, west Texas dirt still ground in the leather. They make me feel happy, make me visualize him

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Oh lordy. Welcome back for another edition of Friday's little treasures I like to think of as me copping out of genuine writing and making self centered lists instead! Sometimes it is really all about me. Recently, I've had the good fortune to reconnect with a few old and dear friends from my past who have reminded me that I am, indeed, a circus freak to be reckoned with. (At least in my own mind

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Since today is Inauguration Day, I just don't have anything to say that can trump history in the making. Be back in a day or two!

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I haven't done one of these for a long time... maybe never on a Friday, so may I present to you Friday Fun Facts. I may not do this weekly, but whenever the whim strikes. These may not always be about me but today they are, so lets go!I am a clean freak. I think the photo above should be captioned, "As God is my witness, I will never have a dirty floor or counter top."I have not always been

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I adore this photo. Notice the title, AFTER THE BATH. A hundred and eleven years later we've shed all our modesty and prance around like exhibitionists. Not that I want to go to the beach in a long woolen suit and pantaloons. But having something left to the imagination isn't necessarily a bad thing. Witness the speedo.I have not been an American Idol watcher all along, and generally do not care

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Oh come on. Y'all know me better than that. I'm not a TV blogger! I'm passionate about certain shows (24 being near the top of the list and since it just started up again, yeah... my passion is burning hot) but I leave the critique to the professionals. I have to tell you though, something big and shallow happened to me last night while watching episode 4. I stumbled onto my new obsession. I

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Falling in love and getting married is a gamble every time. I feel somewhat qualified to say that, having been married twice. Once a failure, a bad gamble if you will, and the second time a resounding success by all accounts. These are not the sort of things I tend to discuss on my little blog, but my last post was raw and emotional and my handsome hero (seen here in the 1970's during his

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Why is ketchup labeled "fancy" on those little foil packets you get from fast food restaurants? Just curious. The ketchup doesn't seem fancy at all. Please tell me what makes it fancy. I need to know. Also, what is the difference between catsup and ketchup? The hero and I were in L.A. once, and took the opportunity to see the taping of an episode of the old show King of Queens. There was an

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Belatedly, I say Happy New Year to my friends, family, blogger friends and three faithful readers! I kid you. There are more than three. Happy New year to my anonymous friends in the middle east and Great Britain! Happy New Year to those of you landing here in search of the photo I posted back in August of Philip Johnson's Glass House. Yes, it is eye candy isn't it? But, a topic for another day.

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Boulet Boots, Style 7154And so it is that another frenzied Paris family Christmas has come and gone. This one held particularly special meaning to our family as my Daddy's illness left us all feeling that we should enjoy this holiday to the fullest. As I've mentioned, my dad is an ex-professional cowboy from way back in the day. He gave up being a cowboy years ago, but never gave up the attitude

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Click HERE to find out more about how YOU can Raise the Cure. Since my Dad's diagnosis with Pancreatic Cancer, I've been feeling helpless. One thing I've done is research. The Internet is a bottomless well of information about cancers of every kind. Good information, bad information, how to sort through the muck? One organization I have found that I like very much is the Pancreatic Cancer Action

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Despite the recent ups and downs in the family, we are marching onward with the holiday joy. The holidays are the one time this family unites and puts aside whatever is going on and spends a few days being joyful. Since I am fortunate to have married a Jewish man and have an interfaith marriage, Hanukkah and Christmas often fall near or during the same week. This year they occur during the same

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Yup, the news is still bad on the Daddy health front. As I type, I'm sitting beside his bed watching him sleep peacefully... finally. I can't betray his dignity by going into details but the last couple of days have been something to behold. Being the sort of girl with a dark and silly sense of humor, I've been looking for ways to find a little levity in every day. We all have. So far, not a

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She looks so sweet, but she is dangerous. Like me. I'm handing out bitch slaps this week. Careful.I always feel a bit shy after an absence from the blog. Feeling a little bit like I used to back in school when I would have to take days off to recover from a bout of the flu and the first day back at school was a watered down version of the first day of school. I would stew and fret over what

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I'm up way too late, knee deep in deep thoughts. I'm not feeling profound, nor am I feeling that I have much to say, but I put together the above collage which speaks volumes of what I am thinking and conflicted about. *My apologies to any artists whose work I took without permission. I usually try to acknowledge, unless artist's work is under creative commons. Please let me know if I've made a

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Before I left town yesterday to fly south to be with my Alabama family during a family emergency, I was deep in the throes of holiday decorating. I had completed everything except putting up the tree. My sweet husband asked if I needed him to take care of anything while I was gone, I told him I would really love to come home to the tree being lit up. Today he emailed this photo to me. Thank

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The above photo has absolutely nothing to do with anything at all. The wordplay on the sign makes me smile, and oh how I like the way my face feels when I smile after a long day of worryand travel prep. Hopping on a plane first thing in the morning to see the folks and lend a helping hand where I can. I can not wait to wrap my arms around my parents. That's all I have to say about that, as the

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Because if I WERE angry at God, then that would be wrong, wouldn't it? Feels like it would be anyway. A forbidden emotion, something the church of my youth wouldn't have approved of. If I did get angry at God for not watching over my daddy, and answering my fervent prayers to keep HIS hand over my daddy's health, if I DID get angry because today my daddy was diagnosed with a large malignant

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These words should be painted on my garage door. I dashed out this morning to meet a friend for a lunch date... running a few minutes late as I always am, hit the garage door opener as usual on my way out the mudroom door expecting the garage door to go up and what happens? Not a hell of a lot. WTF. The door is just stranded halfway up and the motor to the opener is pathetically whining this

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One sidewalk. Seemed harmless enough at the time, although to its credit it was covered in a few inches of heavy wet snow. But still, one damn sidewalk. Do you mean to tell me that after weeks of unpacking boxes and lugging furniture around to place it just so, and hanging heavy pictures, and scrubbing every freaking inch of this house top to bottom including the garage, that the thing that

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Black Friday, Cyber Monday, the holiday frenzy has officially begun. Now that we've given Thanks with our families, we've rushed the stores for deals and some folks have generally acted like criminals in the process. I'm sure you've caught the incident about the Walmart worker who was trampled to death on Friday in the news. I won't rehash that, it makes me sick and angry. People in crowds behave

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Today is World Aids Day 08. Bloggers all over the world are uniting to spread the word about Aids. At this time in our history, there is abundant information available yet, still the disease marches on. We can help. We can start by simply making the resources available out there for people to see. We can also donate our time or money. I'm not talented at many things, but I am very talented at

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I am thankful that my son is here with me for Thanksgiving. He brought a buddy home with him, and I am thankful for him too. I am also Thankful that my son made it quickly through a little health scare the first night he was here. I am full of love for that boy.I am thankful that my thirteen year old pup still seems to have some spring in her step and still adores me.I am thankful for

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I really didn't mean to just disappear, step out and not return, switch my status to "away" and never change it back. But one thing led to another, and days added up to weeks, but I'm here now. Back with you. Online. So what have I been up to, you may be wondering? Outside the blogging world, I've been busy getting my house in order, STILL. Damn that is a never ending task, but also I've been

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A big heartfelt thank you to the Veterans of this country, all twenty-five million of you, who have served to protect this great United States of America. You deserve so much more than a day named in your honor.

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We are what, 10 days into November? Ten whole days. November seemed like a great month to participate in NaBloPoMo again. The concept is simple enough. You write a post for your blog every day for a month. November is great this year... there is no theme, you just write! Good God, that should be easy for someone like me with an abundance of things to say at any given time. Heck, I did it

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originally uploaded on Flickr by "Amelia" I took a drive six miles to a neighboring village for a doctor's appointment today. The drive was beautiful, no traffic to speak of, the roads curvy and the trees showy with fall color. The weather today was seventy degrees and sunny. Just a perfect day. Tomorrow I believe things take a turn, weather-wise, so the best dog ever and I enjoyed fresh air

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Although it is too early to call, the talking heads covering the election have already predicted a win for Obama. Locally, in Chicago, there is a big shindig going on for Obama in Grant Park which is sure to turn into a massive celebration, and rightly so. I'm stating the obvious here... this is sure to be a win of historic proportions on many levels. I'm exhausted, and can't stay up all night

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I found this link over at Tuck Goes to the Arch. See my sidebar for the link. Thanks Pat for the heads up!

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“I am the punishment of God...If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”-Genghis KhanDexter - Showtime Sundays 9 p.m. Hero and I are huge fans of this show. (I just tacked that quote up there on top because I think it fits.) Anyway, with everything going on the last few weeks we have fallen behind on watching Dexter episodes, so today we got

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I missed my last appointment with my stylist back in KC before we moved. She was ill and it was the day before we were moving, so rescheduling was out of the question. July was the last time my roots have been touched up and the ends trimmed and the layers shaped. More and more lately, I wake up and this is what I see in the mirror... Sadly, as far as styling goes, this is what I've resorted to.

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"Watch out for Witches and Stuff." Indeed. On this day, please beware of the spooky aforementioned "stuff." While one never knows where they may encounter this strange entity called "stuff", watch and keep your guard up. Please let me know if you encounter said "stuff". I'm dying to know what it is. This could be creepy stuff... crows gathering in a leafless tree. I like them, myself, but I can

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Welcome Ms. Autumn. Just look at you, regaled with all your colorful spectacle. Why do you seem so demure? Surely anyone capable of splashing parts of this earth with such beauty for a few short weeks each year is capable of a little lustiness. And please, don't be so humble... you do such fine work. Your brush strokes are perfect and your eye for color is enviable. I myself try to

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I should listen to my husband. The hero knows me better than I know myself. Really he does. This is why he is the hero. In the space of a few weeks, (what day is this?) I believe I have managed to exhaust myself by my manic quest to unpack nearly every freaking box and organize every single item. This week, I've been meaning to put it all together... the fun part. Hang the pictures, place

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Photo found Here. Thanks my loyal readers for checking in looking for updates! I have been lazy with the blogging the last few days, but busy in "real world" duties such as unpacking the house etc... boring for you to hear me go on and on about that and since that is all that is going on in my mind and in my life... well, it follows that I haven't been writing as much. I don't want to be a

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Image found here.This image has nothing to do with the body of this post except that it is hellish to me. In my vision of hell, the demons are all puppets and clowns. I freaking hate those things. Really. Look at those eyes.Really, this should be my final update, whine, moan and groan on the chaos that Hero and I have now deemed the Move from Hell. First, my apologies for not updating back

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Hey everyone, Gosh I love you guys. I really really do. In answer to Shana's comment from the other day... YES WAY! Plus, there is more moving hell I haven't had a chance to update and it is not over yet if you can believe that. I'm sitting here as I'm typing waiting for all of our beds to arrive from KC, as they would not fit on the original truck. Turns out the man with the broken foot

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Okay, so chaos. I mentioned in my thinking pink post earlier today that I would follow up on that later so here I am. Its all about this moving thing. One never really expects things to go down perfectly, but smoothly would be good... right? RIGHT? I've never been good at making a long story short, but here are the highlights so far. The movers were supposed to show up Monday morning, but due to

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So despite the chaos going on around me, (more on that to follow) I wanted to pause and reflect. I have been so blessed to have lived forty-five years without so much as a hint of a lump or bump to even indicate a breast cancer scare. Others in my family have had scares and some have had battles in recent years. For them it was frightening and at times overwhelming, for us... the family members

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I found this little quiz over here at Sandra's blog, RUAWAKE. Since I'm sitting around supervising the movers while they pack up our belongings, I thought What the hell, I'll take it! I'm feeling a little bit like a loser just surfing the web while these two guys are working their asses off. I kind of feel like I need to pitch in and help, but I'm not getting paid... good damn money, in fact.

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Just a few quick shots from yesterday's going away bash... a very few shots as we were having such a good time we kept forgetting to pick up the camera and shoot photos! My best girl Ann... stuck around and helped me divvy up the leftovers, wine and beer! I love this girlie.This big crazy goofy guy. Yes, he is trying to lick my face. I. Love. Him.(In a brotherly way, geez y'all.)Eric and Mel...

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The movers arrive on Monday to begin packing us up. This weekend is the beginning of the end of our time here in KC. Saturday, Hero and I are taking a day trip down to see our son at school and take him out for a meal and give him hugs. Sunday we are throwing a Bringing Down the House party, cooking up all the food left in the freezer, serving all the wine in the wine rack. It will be a

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This morning, Liz and I were experimenting with the timer setting on the camera, taking some self portraits. Hardly glamour shots, (Puh-leeeez, not my style at all) I just wanted photos of my girl and me and we improvised. I should have turned off the flash... she looks like Cujo. Oops, picture took while I was checking her little face for eye boogers!Isn't she beautiful? Her fur is as soft as a

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Do you all see that? Over there to the left, along the roof line where the siding has been... oh, I don't know what the hell happened. Raped? It was not like that a week and a half ago when I took my leave for vacation! It was not like that when we sold this house! It was not like that when the buyers had their inspection done! At some time in the last two weeks, something got hold of my

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BarcelonettaBy Dona Ann MacAdams(Art Print can be found here.)This is a week of organizing and last minute home repairs, phone calls and making lists. I have doctor appointments for myself and a vet appointment for the dog. All of these things are just pesky little things that are taking up my time and thoughts and making me feel anxious when what I really want to do this week is spend time with

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The Heretic's DaughterA NovelBy Katheleen KentGenre:Historical FictionFirst published in USA: Little Brown & Company; Sep 2008. "You cannot have grown to womanhood without hearing the embittered whispers of Salem Village, and of me and my parents. But in your love for me you have never asked me to reveal the dread happenings of my youth. The name Salem even now causes grown men and women to

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Hello friends, I'm back from my little vacation, relaxed and ready to get serious in the next couple of weeks with and about the whole idea of this little out of state moving adventure that is actually happening in less than two weeks. Because... we close on our new house in two weeks, so we will be leaving KC in a little less than that amount of time. Dawned on me today what a short span that

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Ever typed a word and it looked odd? Like it is not spelled right? I just had that odd feeling as I typed the word Vacation up there in the title, so I typed it again and again to make sure. So, yep. Vacation is the word of the day. I'm headed out today in the rain, to the airport, to hop on a plane that will take me jetting off to see my family in Alabama. My sister who lives in Dallas is

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This is the longest space of time I've taken off from blogging since I started doing this. Nope, not getting lazy, have been working on a project. Well, have been a little lazy because I do like to take the occasional nap and have been taking more of them lately as if my body is telling me to store up the energy for the weeks, months ahead. Silly body, we all know you can't store energy in that

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Google. God love Google. Hell, I know I love Google, I couldn't live a day without it. What did I ever EVER do for info before that came along? I'm thinking. (Shush it anyone about to make a joke. I was told earlier today that, in fact, I am a bright one. I have to think Google has something to do with it.) As I was saying, wondering really, if there are websites or perhaps blogs out there who

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I'm rushing things by taking on a whole new look with the blog today. I had planned that for next month, but today I was feeling crafty, creative, and let me just be honest. My time is limited this month. It is a busy September, and the clock is ticking away. In a week's time I will be in Alabama with my family for a much needed visit. After that, there will be a whirlwind of visits with friends

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Hi, I'm back from a one day blogging vacay. A self imposed rest from words and thoughts. One would think, one who knows me well anyway, I would have an awful lot of crap just lined up in my brain waiting patiently to spill out. Or, more likely, a lot of words just jumbled up in there ready to squeeze through the door all at the same time when someone yells "GO!" and automatically, not so

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The long weekend will wrap up tomorrow with Labor day, the traditional winding down of summer, the day our family gets together for the last family BBQ of the summer season. I can't believe August is over, and September is here already. If all goes well, we should be in our new house in just a little over a month. So much change is about to happen. Our season is ending here in Kansas City. We are

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So tonight the Hero and I have killed half and hour or so watching VH1 Classics. Exciting stuff, Huh? Actually yes, I've felt a little thrill and sense of sentimentality while watching, due to the fact that the entire time it has been showcasing Michael Jackson in what I, and likely millions of aging baby boomers who grew up with MJ, remember as the golden years. I get a little excited and have

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http://www.jo-mamas.com(I have no idea who Jo-mama's is, but I adore their sign.) So, today is the first time my kid, my precious, my sorely missed nearly nineteen year old son, came home after his first week being away from home after moving off to college. Do you know what I was excited about all day? Aside from seeing him, hugging him, checking him out to make sure he has been eating okay

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02577720942195270662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604047329007939716.post-70715249238639343742008-08-27T18:56:00.005-05:002008-08-27T19:22:46.186-05:00

One day I am floating along peacefully with all my ducks in a row, the world seems brighter and it seems as if the stress and panic of recent months are soon to be in my rear view mirror as we make plans to drive away, windows down, dog by my side... breeze in my hair, headed for a new life and a new dream home.The next day, I am caught by surprise that something as simple as a quibble over a

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Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which thefirst was made.- Robert Browning Many years ago, back in 1978, a handsome young crazy hot guy was cruisin' the campus of the University of Kansas for his dream girl. He was the complete package. Tall, dark, handsome... smart too! Coincidentally, around that same time, a fifteen year old girl with a very unfortunate hair

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Copping out today. I'm tired, having a mental health day, and therefore, am resorting to the do it yourselfer of blogging... a quiz. My apologies in advance. Tomorrow I hope to be back in better form with a more lively post! Though, tomorrow is a travel day... so don't count on it. Sorry peeps. Creativity is slim pickins lately for me!Complete The Statements...My dream house could be described as

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I don't have photo credit for this, I don't remember where I found it but it is gorgeous and I would HAPPILY live in it!We decided on a house, The house actually, a dream house. The house in our new state, our new village, our new neighborhood, our new dream tree house. We extended an offer, they counter offered, we accepted. Contracts were signed and closing is set for October 3. Things are

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We looked at many houses today. But the good news is we have narrowed down our search to six possibilities. Tomorrow we will go back and see a couple on the top of the list. What follows are a list of houses. What do you think? Phillip Johnson's Glass house. Beautiful and historic, though not practical for us. Besides, you know what they say about people who live in glass houses...**Deleted** How

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Need to be sleeping now, but I've committed myself to Nablopomo for a post a day for a month. So, while I'm blurry eyed and my thoughts are muddy, and I'm having one hell of a case of the hiccups... HUH? Seriously, what the hell hiccups, go away, you bother me. Really. Can we talk? I'm just feeling the love for you three lovely peeps. Despite my incessant whining and going on and on and maybe not

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That someday my dreams come true.

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As I believe I have mentioned, yes I know I must have mentioned it so many times you people are bored with me mentioning it, but I am compelled to mention it again... my baby, my precious baby is heading off to college tomorrow. For his freshman year. So, I thought I would pause, and reflect... yes just remembering what was going on in the world when I was heading off to college back in August

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RUSHING MOUNTAIN STREAM© Ken Cole Dreamstime.comNext year, I'm asking for a trip to the mountains for my birthday. When I feel stressed or overwhelmed with life, my mind conjures up images like the one above and I feel calmer just remembering how much I love places like this. Oh how I love places like this...so much so, that if it were not for responsibilities, I would be in my car driving west

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There are two great days in a person's life - the day we are born and the day we discover why.- William BarclayOn the eve of my birthday, I'm feeling a little bit introspective. As I've gone on and on about... most likely nauseatingly to the readers ( I really do love you three!), life is feeling upside down lately, the earth is spinning the opposite direction on it's axis, I'm panicked to the

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Heading back home tomorrow from Hero's place, exhausted, overwhelmed, and still no house to tell you about. Unrealistic perhaps, but I was hoping to fall in love with something and extend an offer. I'll be back next weekend for more frantic, marathon, house shopping.In the mean time, it will be all about getting my baby ready for college. We have things to do. Odds and Ends to gather up and

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Let your hook always be cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish. ~ OvidI'm hopeful. Today we looked at several houses and townhouses in the town we like for the character, location, amenities etc. We saw one house that might work, and one townhouse that we like if we decided to go that route. Hero and I both feel that a house would just be best for us. We decided to

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Hmmm. Where to live, where to live. The choices seem practically unlimited. Perhaps it would be easiest to pin the map to the wall and just spin around until we are dizzy and point at a place and move to that town. Tomorrow we spend the day looking at houses in an area we like a lot. Today we found more houses we'd like to see in other towns. We should be able to see some of those Sunday.

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Dear nameless, faceless, anonymous viewers of our beautiful home. You have all been very nice and have been respectful as you have visited our home with your agents and it seems you complied with our request to wear the little blue booties provided by the front door, so that your shoes wouldn't soil the brand new carpet we had installed especially for a new buyer. It could have been you! Your

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This year for the very first time since I was young, very young, I have a birthday wish list. This may please Hero, or not, since some of my items lean more toward the keep wishing realm than the reality realm. But hey, at least this year I won't answer " oh, I don't know. I don't really want or need anything. Just surprise me." to his "What would you like for your birthday, sweetie?" After

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Sorry for the slow news day here at Hello New Life! Seems my mind is moving about as slow as walking through sludge. As I believe I mentioned earlier this week, I'm just not feeling on top of the world physically. No big, but it happens. So... here is a little test I ran across this morning. Seems both my hemispheres are operating just fine. Take it, see if you are a righty or a lefty.

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These silly goofballs. Roommates at KU, dear friends to this day. Don't you love their decor ala 1979? The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington poster is priceless. I love these people. Pictured are Gary, Ron, Howard, Hero and Sweet Julie cuddled on the sofa. She is married to Ron. They are the parents of the young man whose Bar Mitzvah we recently celebrated, as well as two other fantastic

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Okay, so never in a million lifetimes would I have thought my frequent use of the phrase "shit the bed Fred" would come back to bitch slap me right in the most undignified way. As most of you know, all three of you who read and whom I appreciate and adore, I have a most unpleasant disease in the family of inflammatory bowel diseases. (That would explain why I put a badge down on the right side

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64As a 1930s wife, I amSuperiorTake the test!Look at me, in 1930's terms, I'm a superior wife! That means I can go head to head with my grandmothers in some freaky housewife competition. Well, I could never go head to head with one of my grandmothers if she were taking this test. She was the Wife with a capital W. She also wasn't human. Sorry, may she rest in peace. But all in all, its a fun

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Rain Drops - originally uploaded on Flickr by Energetic SpiritAfter all my whining and complaining recently about the heat, and how hot it is in Kansas City in August, today has been the picture perfect day for being serene, cool and calm. The day started with rain, the afternoon brought partly cloudy skies and temps in the mid seventies. My dog and I had a perfectly pleasant time finding

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Because I think I mentioned once on this blog that I can be a little bit snarky, not saying it is my best quality but I've admitted it twice now, and because this week has been particularly taxing on me both emotionally and for some reason health wise (please don't worry I will not bore you with the details) I have been a little cranky in the head. I say in the head because one of my New Years

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I am so blessed to have four nephews, each amazing in their own unique way. Take Dan, just look at him. He is so lucky to have this lush head of hot maroon? hair. I jest of course. What do you call those hats? This one is some kind of thing celebrating Alabama. Off topic, sorry. Daniel is so funny. He has a great sense of humor, very dry. Very deadpan. He has been that way since he was a toddler.

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My baby, my eighteen year old baby, had his wisdom teeth removed today. For me, it has not been nearly as traumatic as it has been for him. Poor guy. Seriously. Seems he may have some trouble with certain types of anesthesia, but I don't want to go into that here. He will be just fine and since I am too physically and emotionally exhausted to be clever tonight, how about a celebration of those

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Sun by Andy WarholOn the eve of what is forcasted to be a slight break in our heat wave, I'd like to prepare us for the next round of heat. Come on, you know there will be another wave of heat on the way to this godforsakenhell we call KC in August! This should be a fun thing. Here are a few ideas:Take naps. I believe in napping. Heat makes me sleepy. Sleeping restores my soul.Read books. Read

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I'm wringing my hands, I can't sit still, I'm worried. We slashed the price of our house today, after only two weeks on the market, in hopes of seeing more action from potential buyers. Hero and I, both being the impatient sort of people that we are, can't see waiting thirty days to reduce the price. The object is to get it sold and move on, right? I mean it is, right?What has me wringing my

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Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. ~Sam KeenVery few plans for the upcoming week so far. Reading a book, keeping an eye on my son after oral surgery (wisdom teeth), possibly a trip down south to visit my family in Alabama for the weekend. Oh, and naps. Definitely naps.

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Friends it is HOT outside here in KC. We are hovering around 95 degrees, high humidity, you all know how it is... the usual August in the Hometown. Because it is Saturday, I'd just like to encourage you grab a towel and a bottle of water and get out there, find a pool or a lake beach and get a little color! Doesn't everyone look better with a tan? That's what I'm told, anyway. Me with my pasty

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I just know the Hero is going to cringe at me bringing up this topic. I'm smiling sweetly, Markie... just sit tight, it will be over soon enough. A subject of controversy here at our little homestead is a family in the neighborhood, perfectly nice I am sure although, I've never actually SEEN the parents, only the 5 or so children playing in the yard. My problem is this. Well to clarify, it isn't

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Once again, in the spirit of over sharing, it's time for another round of Things You Never Asked, But I'll Tell You Anyway! Just 'cause I'm chatty that way. Today, five favorites. Again, in no particular order here's the dirt:My sister Cindi teaches at a University in Northern Alabama. She and her husband are very involved with Habitat for Humanity. She has influenced me so much over the

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