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Whenever I open up the application with my photos, there's an option, "Last 12 Months" that pretty well guarantees that I'll get lost in reverie and discontinue whatever post I've started. Or, considering there were 3511 images taken over that period, I'll get to work sorting through them and attempting to organize those files. A monochronic person like me just can't disengage. The perfectionist

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An email to a few friends:Why, yes, ladies - I do have a funny way of enjoying myself.I really should get back to blogging.MAnd so, I realized - hey, this is kind of like a blog post that I already wrote! So I cut and pasted. Hooray! Except I put asterisks where I'd be advertising, so I'm not. I only fixed one typo, because it hurt my head so much.On Wed, Nov 19, 2008 at 10:24 AM, wrote: Hello

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On a day after things have happened that one doesn't want to think about, it helps to have images of a running Basset Hound, so that at least one corner of your mouth can raise in half a smile.

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The poor dear, Halloween was too exciting for her.The costumes alone were the cause of much wiggling and jumping around. It's not every day that you get to run around town in a pink tutu! All the attention, the admiring comments, and then the coquettish behaviour in return that was the cause for even more adoration...It was the decorations on the porch, the candles inside the house in their

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I decided to have a more relaxing morning (read: l to the a to the z to the y) and a more stressful afternoon and evening, leaving cleaning for eighteen guests (a number raised from the expected six just two days ago) for later.Now, here I am - we've hosed off the back yard and trimmed things a bit, hoping the weather will encourage people to stay outside as much as possible. The front hall has

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Courage, my leetle Butternut Squash of love. Ze Thanksgeeving deenair weel be ovair soon, and zen we ...oh! Mais non! I mean, zen I can unbutton my pants, and have ze nap on ze sofa. You, mon cherie, weel be, how shall we say eet? Delicious.

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I'm just really busy lately.Really.Lots of stuff.Work, the house, holidays, crafts, stuff.Fall clean up. Playdates.Just busy.I have very little time for goofing off.I mean it. We have lots to do.Seriously...we're VERY busy around here.Also - if you lead a craft for twenty-one kids in JK, you're going to come home with pink eye.Especially if you're busy.

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Boo Boo: "What are you doing? What did you put there?"Marla: "Never mind. Just keep walking, kitty man. Or, should I say, limping."Boo Boo: "No...I want to understand what you are putting there, and why people keep looking at it and smiling when they walk by. Usually they smile at the Boo Boo, now they are smiling at the thing. That is not right."Boo Boo: (muttering to himself)Boo Boo: "Oh. So

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Marla: "Boo Boo, you were tagged in a meme. Andrea wants to know six random things about you."Boo Boo "What is this tagging that you speak of?"Boo Boo: "Six things about the Boo Boo?"Boo Boo: "Hmmm...only six? I could go on. The mysteries of life as Boo Boo are deep and wide and far, you know."Boo Boo: "Hmm...which six."Boo Boo: (thinking)Boo Boo: "Okay.""One. I do not appreciate the jokes about

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Whenever I don't write for a while, I get called on it. Then I must remember that not only to people that know me read this blog, but that people who read this and know me in this way read this blog.Most often the reason for not posting is due to being busy, either specifically or in general. Sometimes it's a type of inertia. It's hard to get the fingers going again when they're feeling a bit

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Just like when you're on a road trip with your family and you see a really really really tempting place to stop off, but it's the wrong time of day or the road is calling or you're vetoed by the under-age party who's along for the ride - sometimes you have to walk past the computer and aim for the playtime, the errands, the laundry, the dog walk, the meetings, the dinners with friends...and it's

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Sometimes, when you're brimming with the want to write, and you pray for the world to stop so that you can capture the thoughts before they get lonely and leave, and then wish your fingers Godspeed across that white space when a block of time either appears or is carved out of flesh, what you thought you'd write is superseded by what needs to be written.Not everything can be composed, marked down

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I hope I don't get called on the carpet for this, but I gotta rub out a member of the Family. I don't got a beef with him, but I gotta clip him, that's for sure - and it's a long, slow death for him otherwise. So I gotta burn him. I'm gonna do him up maybe tomorrow night. I don't know. These things take time, and planning. It ain't easy being the button.It's no vendetta - he's got Dropsy. We've

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I was cordially invited to post here sometimes, so I did. And it took up all the time I had in between doing actual other stuff stuff today, and it used up every spare bit of articulateness, time and thought I had.So consider that just like here, but completely different though kind of the same. Okay? Thanks.

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Itchy, itchy skin -Nature punishes me twicefor getting sunburned.

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Industrious antsthey keep coming though I've cleanedNext stop - hardware store.

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Marching ants marchingin a line across my floorOne stomp - I kill four.

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Sand - I liked it bestwhen it was on the beach, noton my kitchen floor.

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I did the laundryat the hotel - the Peptoleak negated that.

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I have to wonderwhat the ants have been eatingwhile we were away.

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Of all the itemsthat had to leak, the Peptowas perhaps the worst.

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Ants on the counterLaundry to wash, dry and foldHome from vacation.

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We're making plans for our vacation, a road trip to Chincoteague; and me being me, I am researching fun and frivolous places to stop along the way. Not one to resist "the World's Largest" anything, I am checking out giant the possibilities of visiting giant hearts in Philadelphia and Tattoo Museums in Baltimore and crayon factories and ringing rocks, diners and "mom and pop"

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Alternate Post Title: "Rhymes With Asmother Smatch-Up"****************Busy, I tell you. I can make with the busy like nobody else you know. Case in point, I went to a garage sale during a recent visit to Buffalo, and I ended up with the kind of finds that make my heart sing even as I anticipated my own upcoming sale. Like, a Shafford ceramic poodle for a dollar, so lovely in Josephine's room:And,

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It’s a beautiful day, sunny and temperate, and I have things to do. I rest the side of my head against the frame of the streetcar window, and breathe in the City's summer scent of piss and grit. The vignettes I pass, or sit near to, feeling invulnerable and invisible in my darkest shades: Two homeless guys sleeping, each on one side of a chain link fence, with the backs of their heads to the

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Up at the podium, She approaches swiftly, and surely, and evangelically begins:And on the Fourth day, She had a vision.She ruminated, and questioned those more knowledgeable than She. In the very airwaves She sought the answers, the formula.She went forth, and hunted and gathered. She measured, and held the salt of the earth in one hand, and for a moment stood unbalanced, weighing sweetness in

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...from our basement. And the roof of our kitchen. And our attic.Otherwise, it was a pretty great thunderstorm.If you're four.

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Writing about examples of Josephine's burgeoning maturity in appearance and actions means that she'll soon revert to sleeping in her favourite infantile position.Of course, the gangly legs don't tuck in quite as smoothly any longer.Writing about the good pet...pretty well guarantees there'll be an escape, a need to partially dismantle the chair, the necessity of much patience, and the promise of

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**************I've had to stop using this mug that was originally given as a gift to Josephine, but that she no longer uses because she likes to drink things in small quantities repeatedly, rather than in one large glass. Like, she'll down ten shots of water but not drink from one large glass containing the same amount. My reasons for not using it have more to do with this creepy image and my

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Is this what blogging is to be like from now on? Always trying to cram weeks into sentences, and hoping that a few pictures tell my story while I'm off creating more experiences than I can ever tell of? Well, I suppose as long as I like sleeping and the house needs extra cleaning from summer dirt, perhaps indeed.***********ARTISTIC ENDEAVORS:Josephine has entered that awesome kid art stage that I

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I am not looking at the date of the last time I posted.I have been, well, busy. To recap, as briefly as I can ever be:Planting annuals, some in the crack under the bottom porch stair. Josie did it all by herself. By the way ...four. Squint and she could be twelve. I know.We found mushrooms under the daylilies. Yes, Josephine you're right. They do look like ballet skirts. And stop looking

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That is me, in my other happy place. The first one, where I'm in a Weezer video, is great and all, but I really like to shop at antique or flea markets. The above image was taken years ago, by Steve, at Round Top. Then he left for the beer tent and let me keep shopping. Ah, bliss!These days, it takes a lot out of me to get to that happy place, literally. Admittedly, I have my dream job in a cute

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Last week we went to the orientation for Josephine's kindergarten. I got a little teary, looking around the room at all of it - the room, the projects, everything.Within ten minutes I could see exactly how awesome it was going to be for her, and how much and how well she'd learn.One idea we brought home was as simple as this:A box of salt.It's perfect - for any kid, but especially for Josephine,

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Boo Boo: Ehrmmm...excuse me. You! House- woman!Marla: What's up Boo Boo?Boo Boo: Well, I was going to tell you about something, but then I got all distracted by the incredible amount of Basset Hound snot all over the glass door. It's like you have hot and cold running Basset slobber in this place. It's unbelievable.Interrupted by Molly: LOOK! THERE! THERE! AT! THE! DOOR! ONE! OF! THOSE! GUYS!

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I think I've alluded to special projects, and being busy with things. I was, and am. Aside from the basement reno, and some other projects, my attention from that and this and those was diverted for a while.Without knowing how to write about this, really, because it's not my story to tell - I'll direct you to this article, in today's Toronto Star, by Rita Zekas.The Mighty Team was amazing - and I

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the velveteen rabbitThe Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass

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Chris, the Smartmouth Mombie, tagged me for a meme. For her, I am happy to indulge. Her blogs, and her comments on others' are always thoughtful and intelligent. But, I must mention there are two things on her blog that I am insanely jealous of, mostly for not having thought of them myself.First, her caution regarding comments. I cannot top it, and long to adopt it:"I love to get interesting and

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"Because I found some more stuff today."At least, that's what I'd say to Andrea, if I called her on the phone, which I never do.But it wasn't my fault, you see. The day started out innocently enough, with the usual getting Josie ready for daycare and planning out my errands to take advantage of the glorious five-hour window I get once a week to do things like...get my teeth cleaned and buy toilet

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...here, sometimes. Just as often as I don't post here, I don't post there.But sometimes I do.

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Now, I cannot resist a challenge - especially not one that involves shopping, specifically for second-hand items. So Andrea's call to arms, to my mind, would be a cakewalk. We had a trip to Buffalo planned, and one of our favourite pastimes there is to check out the local estate sales. There, people tend to grow old and die happily surrounded by their stuff - they're generally not so keen to

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I think I should mention that yes, it's me, there in that article, in Toronto Life's May issue.HERE! So. (whistles tunelessly, rocks back and forth on balls of feet with hands in pockets looking skyward)um...That's all I guess.For now, I mean.Once I actually get to read it, instead of just hearing from various friends about how Katrina Onstad described me perfectly, there might be other stuff to

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Some time ago, we visited a horse farm with our friends. Tomorrow, the pony that Josie loved best that day is going up for auction. His name is Rupert, and he is deaf.It is tempting.But we really can't.It's amazing, how something can come in a message out of nowhere , and lift you up for a second, then you revel in the possibilities - turning them over in your mind and thinking if you just try

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Look at Josephine yesterday. Josephine was drawing! Drawing on scraps of lumber from our basement renovation. Look!Look! What was Josephine drawing?Oh! Look what Josephine was drawing!Josephine is drawing a rat! Look ! Josephine's daddy drew a rat too! Why? Why is Josephine drawing another rat?Because! Because there was a rat!A rat in their house yesterday.Josephine's mommy saw a rat in their

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I'm so glad my hack was appreciated!Yes, that's me you've been hearing. I keep waiting for the day a grown-up in another stall plays along.

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Nadine said:What a momentous occasion! Your comments are open! I am going to ask a question. I am also going to go and read up on Dorothy Parker as Matterhorn just said my new haircut was more Dorothy Parker than Dorothy Hamill (as I'd perceived it)In conversations, when you tell a story, why do you always include names? Is it a compulsion or do you feel it's pertinent?I really want to know this!

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crazymumma said...says...asked..."I have never ever like behaving. Now I am pouting in defiance.Now I am giving in.Fine. I'll behave.This is my question, well two really, but they can blend. I wonder these to myself when I read you, and the rare comments you leave elsewhere.Is your brain truly a compendium of interesting knowledge as it seems to be? And do you have a photographic memory or one

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On Thursday night, while helping Steve to make tea for all of us, after assembling the mugs and adding the sugar and tea bags, and upon not being allowed to take the kettle of boiling water off the burner and pour it, our newly four-year old Josephine said to him:"Why do you treat me like a three-year old?"********************Last night, Nadine had occasion to wonder if she swears too much in her

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Scene:Marla is at work on a project soon to be revealed in blog post, if only she had time to actually post it. Born of necessity, the luxury of some extra time off work allows her the time to document part of the process in photographs; and she is savouring the experience, proceeding at a leisurely pace and composing her thoughts throughout.Sounds from upstairs: (Crashing noise, skittering,

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A lone apron hanging on my hook is the only reminder in the kitchen, now that the last sprinkle has been chased with the vacuum and I've evicted the pink frosting remains from the fridge. We're still in the honeymoon phase with the birthday gifts throughout the rest of the house, though, where they're all new and shiny and fun and beg to be played with.Josephine's birthday came right in the

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Because it's always fun to point out what bugs me around my parents' house.They buy raffle tickets to win meat.*They can live with curly carpet corners.In late February, Christmas decorations are still up - on the toilet tank.(*BONUS ITEM: The clear plastic tablecloth cover, protecting the polyester tablecloth beneath.)

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So, tomorrow is the day we are having a wee party for Josephine's Fourth Birthday. Smaller in scope this year than last, I still find myself making with all those last-minute little adjustments that mean I'll get to enjoy the day too. Because I just can't be happy unless certain things are taken care of, in order to make the day happen Just So. Things such as having a clean front door. Clean in

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I love a grammatically challenged, forward-thinking go-getter of a girl who cleans up real good. Don't you?

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Mostly about how different animals "do it". Because the four-year old is asking lately too. Like, we have a boy snake, and we did find out where his poop-hole is. But she also did wonder where his "penit" is. Also, how if Boo Boo is a boy cat, where is his penit? Is it tucked up inside like a bird?Which makes me think about cat penises.Which made me google that, and that made me think about a

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Some of my favourite things in the world are my vintage Valentine's Day cards. I've had many of them for over fifteen years, and it's only now that I can share them. Why? Why, because my True Love guaranteed that I got an excellent scanner for Christmas as a present from his parents AND he hooked it all up for me, AND he didn't snark too much when I spent all morning on Sunday scanning them.

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With fingers that hover over the keyboard, filled with excuses or explanations or whatever you want to call them, I realize that simply posting the picture of Molly above, which so perfectly describes how I've felt lately, does not tell the whole story. And I think I always have a story to tell, and I think I probably use too many words to do it too.But I also believe this will do, for now.All is

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What countless amounts of words photos relieve me of! And yet, I still have to write stuff. Peckity Peck Thwack, the sounds of my free time.******************Christmas is being dismantled today - it's been around long enough that we've had enough, kthxbai. I had so much fun wrapping this year - brown paper packages tied up with things, for the most part.It was fun to grab the "things" from around

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I was born July 30, 1969, just after 6:30 in the morning. There isn't enough Leo in the word Leo to explain how Leo I am.Perhaps as part and parcel of the ego I bear, I rarely look at horoscopes. I think I don't believe they can capture all that needs to be said, or explained, or forecast.Every once in a while, one catches my eye. Or, maybe it's just a wire that trips my ego - but there it is. A

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It'd be lovely to have followed through with my original intention, which was to get my act together this year and mail out cards that were charmingly hand-decorated by Josephine. It's such a treat to receive things in the mail that aren't bills, reminders of parking tickets, or notices that yet another movie being filmed in the neighbourhood is going to take over our street parking for a day or

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The kind of busy we've been is busy of our own invention. It all starts out unremarkably, and then it gets weird. That's how it is, and we can't really help it, and so it doesn't seem strange any longer. It's just our normal now.Let's take yesterday - The day starts out quietly enough, with puttering around the house and then getting ready to get out and about as the day goes on - but when you

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Busy.But the worst part is, I don't love the bottom of the line camera that replaced the one I dropped in the ocean. It doesn't do it for me. It's just so weak. It's barely adequate. So, it's like my voice is gone, in a way - like laryngitis. I like to show things, and then tell things. So in this time of other jobs and kidindaycareinthewinter sicknesses, and putzing around with seasonal stuff,

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Steve: "Imagine being Bruce Wayne AND Batman..." (with seemingly undue enthusiasm)Marla: (silence) (eyebrow raised in his general direction - I'm somewhat skeptical of this enthusiasm)Steve: (admiringly) "Wow...look at that mask..."Marla: "Well..he did have a nice utility belt..." (grudgingly, becoming more enthusiastic)Steve: "I'm not talking about Batman..."(when cleaning out my parents'

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Where have I been? Oh, there's been working, a lot of working...and American Thanksgiving and stuff...and spending time trying to fulfill a Christmas wish for a very particular and peculiar little girl named Josephine.As evidenced by what I just wrote in response to a Thank You for Your Order email I just received from a company in Snohomish, Washington:"You're welcome - and THANK YOU! Do you

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J: "I would like to always wear snowflakes in my hair. They are beautiful."J: "It's Molly's FIRST SNOW!"M: "Well, not really. I mean, she's two. It's her first snow with us, though."J: "Do dogs remember snow?"M: "Um..."J: "She is so excited! She forgot about the snow from last year!" M: "Yes, that's what it looks like."

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"Oh, the Unicorn and the Giraffe should be friends..."Josephine: "Did you know that unicorns and giraffes can be friends?"Marla: "I hadn't really considered that."Josephine: "What does consider mean?"Marla: "It means to think about something."Josephine: "Oh. Well, it's because they both have horns, only unicorns have one horn and giraffes have two."Marla: "I've never thought about that either!"

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Well, understanding that it’s not worms, actual parasitic worms, has been a balm on my shattered nerves.I have Ringworm.However, since fungi are hard up there under worms in “Things I Don’t Want In OR On My Body” - it’s only a small consolation. Ask Dr. Sears was a very comforting site to visit. It gave me hope, with its "harmless" and "easily treatable", that with just a little cream, I could go

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Because nothing is ever simple and straightforward in this family, everything is a production, especially goodbyes.All summer long, Josephine said goodbye to Steve when it was time for him to leave for work by following him out the door, down the walkway, and along the sidewalk. But, because that wasn't complicated enough, she did so pretending to be various animals (always baby animals), and

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It snew!Snowflakes! Today! They landed on me! Right now, I'm looking outside, and there they are! Being all cold and freezing and stuff! Falling from the sky and landing on things!I must think of warm things...the sun. The sun is warm. The sun...the beach! Let's all think warm, sunny beachy thoughts. Let's all think I've just made the perfect segue to showing you beach pictures from our vacation

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In this house, the closed-captioning for the hearing impaired option is often on because one of those who lives here has significant hearing loss from years of rock and roll. The two other humans who live here have excellent hearing, one because she hasn't had time to ruin it yet; and the other because she's been lucky.Though one of us rather needs the closed captioning, as the hearing loss means

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Boo Boo: "THE FLASH! JESUS HAROLD CHRIST, YOU WITH THE FLASH ALL THE TIME!"B: "That's better. Where is it?"M: "It?"B: "She. Where is that driveling hoary mephitic domesticated canine?"M: "You've been in the Thesaurus again."B: "Well? Where is the slavering hirsute malodorous beast?"M: "Why? Do you care? Are you worried about her?"B: "It is the little bits of things that fret and worry us, we can

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...than a little girl in a party dress......is a little girl passed out in her party dress.Sleeping from late after noon until nine at night?Not so cute.

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...and then we arrived, and went to sleep. During the night, there was an incredible thunderstorm. And when Josie woke up, the first thing we did was take her to see the ocean.And if there is ever a reason in this world to have a child, it might just be so you can watch her see the ocean for the first time.And then, you have to explain to the child "Don't poke that! Don't! DON'T TOUCH THAT! Be

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The sickness, the croup, the dispirited child - I can't remember when she was "herself" at this point. We caught a bit of our Josie earlier - she felt well enough to "get her bossy back" as we called it. How does that work?I came home from work. Steve was sitting on the sofa with Josie, who squeaked and dove behind him and folded herself up like a pill bug. The game was on. I asked, oozing

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In the wee small hours the fever returned, and the croup reared its ugly head again, and as the wind and rain moved in, dampening and whipping the cobwebbing into a frenzy on the porch, we sat outside on the glider and I just rocked her while she huddled under the down throw and whimpered. We'd visited the doctor yesterday morning, and the medicine that was prescribed for the bronchiolitis

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I'm wondering if we'll get any more trick or treaters - there's still lots of candy left and it's not even nine o'clock. In between flurries of kids, I've been looking at tonight's images, and truth be told, watching this over and over.She's singing"Trick or Treat,Smell my feet,Give me somethinggood to eat!"and it floats downstairs from where she is, which is in the bath tub. It sounds both

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A certain Bassett Hound that needs another eye operation next week, and is limping. That burning smell is dollars, babies.A certain Black Cat that may be the source of the three flea bites I found on my sweet baby's back.I ate a handful of chocolate covered coffee beans to fortify myself with the energy to carve these things. It's after 10:30 and I had to peel myself off the ceiling to sit here

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A while back, I was supremely flattered when a friend whom I greatly admire reverse-admired me and the photos I post here, and asked me to take some pictures for the use on her band's CD.The thing is? The photos here? Mostly happy accidents. And a pretty good camera - not a great one, but a good one. I wish I hadn't dropped it in the ocean. The cheap replacement camera just isn't working out, and

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Spos'n the folks are making toomuch out of Halloweensmanufacturing news storiesand articlesand entire aisles in stores and creating abundancewhere there used to be not much -and then, there's a backlash about having"green" healthy Halloweensan' you don't care,and you don't want to care,it's just s'posed to be fun, and it's just one night?Well,-spos'n?Spos'n those stupid bags ofpotato chipsdon't

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Last night, I showered, shaved, and made sure to run the razor across the area where there's sometimes a little wiry chin hair that begs twiddling when I'm self-conscious. The chance that I'd miss plucking it in my rush to freshen up after work was too great; it had to be done. It was more important that I leave time to try on three sweaters after work - the fail-safe black cashmere, the

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A letter from Erella:As though we had planned it, my colleague Gayle Hermuses, my daughterCeleste and I arrived for the meeting at the city hall, dressed in red andblack, just like Matador sign. Gayle said these were the “listen to me”colours to greet the Toronto parking authority.We shared the elevator with Adam Giambrone’s new Executive Assistant, PatChastang. She introduced herself to me,

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Lately, I'm more often like a duck on the water - rather quiet the surface, but paddling furiously underneath. There's a lot on my plate these days, and this is just one thing:Today, I'm taking Josephine to a meeting at City Hall, regarding the planned expropriation of the Matador by the City of Toronto OSTENSIBLY in order to provide twenty parking spaces for the nearby YMCA, who has stated it

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Does anyone else's family ever go to a relative's Thanksgiving celebration and come away as the new owners of an albino corn snake named Machiavelli?(crickets)

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It's that time of year......time for my contributions to the family's Canadian Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday, and the friends' one today.Feel free to copy if your pies need that little something extra too.Recipe here.

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I spent way too much time over at the other place with this post this morning. Some of it was going to go here, but it was easier to wrangle everything all at once. I lumped it together, pinned it down, and shaped it like dough. Stick a fork in it, it's done.In other news, while I no longer have to fear that I will be packing a small purple unicorn around town daily, as the enthusiasm for the

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We were just running errands, and I only intended to get some fabric and notions, really; but it was love at first sight. She'd been wanting to wear a white unicorn costume for Halloween, because she and her daddy watch some gawdawful videos of "The Last Unicorn" nearly every night before bed. I'd been fending her off with "Well, there's a whole month until Halloween!" and "We could make

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And so, the car was packed, and I came out from my parent's apartment, maps in hand and asked Steve and Josie "Where is Molly?"She'd been happily licking out a peanut-butter stuffed bone in the living room. I knew Josie had let herself out to help Steve (or, you know, to get away from my shushing), so the "too quiet" part never occurred to me, as I tried to find some side routes on the map,

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Sowing and Growing:Growing Josephine:Notes on a new daycare we're exploring today...Does anyone else doodle like this? I can't stop myself.Growing my garden:New "bones" waiting to be planted, so the can grow a bit before snow falls...A new Diabolo Ninebark, a green Smokebush, and this wee bright bush. Forty percent off at the garden centre means I can't not buy them. And I'm going back for

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A while back, we began considering vacation destinations, since, for the first time in seventyhundred years, Steve has a job that not only offers paid vacations, but values him so much that it's not likely a freelancer would worm his way into the position in Steve's absence. While Austin, TX is our first choice, always, in our hearts we knew it wasn't the right time to bring Josephine. It's not

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It's been a busy summer, and what with vacations and work and school starting and all, Josie and I have been missing our friends more than a little lately.We're at the store today, and just finished making a little craft. We'd made some of these a few weeks ago, but today Josie asked me to make Josie and Alice Dolls.I had to smile when she said..."And here is Kate!"So, just in case you were

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This is nothing - you should see my back.Or, maybe you shouldn't.In fact, if you promise not to exhale near me, I will promise to try not to get my peeling skin flakes all over you and anything or anyone else near by.I will not promise not to rub myself up against door frames though, because I'm SO ITCHY. And I know I will still occasionally search for a really large satisfying piece of sheer dry

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...I might have left a little maribou in cheap hotel rooms, here and there.Now, we've left a little cheap maribou in an expensive motel room.Only it's not from a naughty nightie from Frederick's this time, it's from a cheesy pink glittery feather boa whose owner wailed for a good fifteen minutes in the car on the way home about how the sparkly bits have all come out. She was sometimes being a

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We're on a road trip.The only car the rental agency had for us was a red mustang. Seriously.And the best parts are the ones we couldn't plan.That's why we take road trips.

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Creatures of habit, we end the summer with a trip to the CNE. It's always a horrible and wonderful day.The food is terrible, beyond the conveyor belt riding tiny donuts and other sticky fair treats. The beer, if you want/need one, is impossible to enjoy given the price and the other patrons in the tent - if you decide to stay in the tent, which you don't if you're us, because the last table was

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Yesterday I finally visited Nadine and Lucine (*this is a guest post at Martinis For Milk too), with Josephine in tow. It's amazing what conspires to keep people apart - dinners, bedtimes, capricious toddlers, the hours in the day which expand and contract and fluctuate in conjunction with the toddlers that seem to command them, despite what plans Mommies make... Isn't that the saying? Moms make

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(Josephine is dressed for the day, in faded jeans, a flowered blouse, a pink net tutu, a pink maribou feather boa and a charming salmon-pink coloured hat from the 1940's from an estate sale in Buffalo. She's riding her scooter in the back yard while pushing her doll in a stroller with one hand)(Marla is dressed for the day, in ugly plaid mens shorts, a black tee shirt with a red nautical star on

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She just told me that when we get old, she will come and visit us and bring us crazy presents. We can babysit her babies and buy them cupcakes when they grow teeth.

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Welcome, Baby Silverthorne! The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps - does anybody know where it was borne? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born...Rabindranath Tagore (1861

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I've had a head full of thoughts percolating since Wednesday evening, and this morning they spilled out of the pot and began hitting the burner with sizzling noises and spatters.I've written of my garden before, and this morning, I spent some time there, just a bit, and that was exactly what was needed.This year, my garden wasn't at its best. It was a funny kind of year for it - some plants

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I've got to wonder how anything I've ever written could possibly end up as a result for a search like this.Though I'm a wee bit proud of being the Numero Uno result for this.And I can't stop thinking about how to do this.

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