TWO HUNDRED FIFTY NINE…deliverer of justice

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It’s amazing how three kids can grow up in the same house, with the same parents, and be completely different. I know there is psychology in birth order, but the differences are always entertaining. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY EIGHT…renovation schmenovation…I made that up

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So this post is about our renovation project on the exterior of our home. It’s lengthy, probably long winded, annoyingly upbeat, sprinkled with pithy remarks and a quirky sense of humor, filled with strange stories, and oodles of pictures. When … Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY SIX…where does that highway go to?

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“And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack…living in another part of the world…with a beautiful wife…living in a beautiful house…how do I work this thing…what is this large automobile…where does that highway go to…same as it ever was” truer words were never spoken. Or in this case sung. Relating my life to one of my all time favorite songs by the Talking Heads in the blog today. And fighting with Wordpress on getting my blog URL back!!! Practicing my breathing today folks and doing some therapeutic writing. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE…confined. I mean, spring break.

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We are hold-up in our house. For us wanderers, it is extremely difficult to stay in one place for an extended amount of time. Our kids are back in school by the way. I pushed for them to go back … Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY ONE…cold white fluffy stuff

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Winter came early this year. Just as the weather was turning cold and all the beautiful leaves in their high definition color had fallen leaving naked branches exposed for everyone to see, I started to yearn for those elegant palm trees in our old backyard of Florida. And then it snowed. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY…the puppy post

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Bringing home new puppies doesn’t have to be a stressful experience. And amazingly enough, it’s been quite nice for us. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY NINE…narrowly escaping a craptastic day part 4

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My lovely innocent children are at it agin. Pushing their mother to the brink of insanity. Teetering on the edge, you never know what that last little push will be. Lucky for me, I narrowly escaped a craptastic day. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY EIGHT…really scary stuff

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To nap or not to nap…that is the question. At least yesterday it was the question. forehead wrinkles, deep pores, and saggy skin oh my…yes I’m pulling out all the cliches for this one! Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY SEVEN…the trenches of parenthood

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The trenches of parenthood can sometimes seem daunting and alone. But sometimes just putting it out there, makes all the difference. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY SIX…roosevelt was allergic to frugs…what?

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I had no idea Roosevelt, Allergies and Frugs could all be thrown together and still make sense. But it totally does. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY FIVE…little red houses, for you and me

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We said we’d be on the road for 3 maybe 5 years, if the kids would allow it. They weren’t having it. So we found ourselves a little red house on a quarter acre in the city and we are trying to get used to stationary life again. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY FOUR…grocery disas…er…trip

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Trips to the grocery store with the our clan always seem to elicit an array of interesting faces from patrons: sad faces, annoyed faces, concerned faces, contorted faces due to rubber necking, happy to see us faces (although those are far and few between), and scared faces. We probably see the latter most often. Hey, it’s what we’re here for. Most likely it makes them feel great about their lives, their not as “crazy” as they previously thought. Or the more unlikely “Gosh, I should have more kids so I can look the way that Mom looks…so disheveled…but those kids look super happy”. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY THREE…alaska sick

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I woke up to the vibration of our behemoth vehicle thundering down an unfinished gravel road. I wasn’t sure where we were geographically. Physically I realized I was crammed into Cecilia’s bunk. Abby’s analogy homework pops into my mind in … Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY TWO…my new two favorite words

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My favorite word to date, is without a doubt “mommy”. When I hear that name come out of my children’s mouths, most of the time, it makes my heart swell. I have to add two more words to that list…brace yourselves… Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FORTY ONE…6 year assessment

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Cecilia Rae  It took me forty years to make it to Alaska and just a few weeks ago we celebrated Cecilia’s 6th birthday in Fairbanks. For her birthday we took her to the kid friendly Pioneer Park in Fairbanks. We … Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED THIRTY NINE…buffalo, moose, and bears oh my

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1,390 miles 14 hours per day For 96 hours (a total of 4 days in case your like me and suck at math) On Highway 2 That’s right friends we made it A L A S K A The final … Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED THIRTY EIGHT…ADD = Awkward & Abrupt

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4 am ramblings…or are they? You never know, they say “true genius”…I don’t know what they say. I’ve been up since 4 am, that’s what this post is about…what goes on in my mind at that ungodly hour. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED THIRTY SEVEN….don’t mess with me, I’m ebbing

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Ebb and Flow…I’m so ebbing right now, it’s not even funny. Ok, maybe it’s a little funny. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED THIRTY THREE…Middle Middle, chicken little

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I was the youngest in my sibling line-up and always thought being in the middle would have been super awesome. I might be living vicariously through my middle child, but I am certainly aware of her ‘freedoms’ and maybe a little jealous too! Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHT…we’re in Texas, “sha-moe” Part ONE

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…And we’re back at a beach. The place where we feel most at home. So much so, that we practically bring our home! Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED TWENTY THREE…We won the lotto

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Winning the lotto means different things for different people. To me, at this time in my life, it’s so much more than monetary winnings. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED SEVENTEEN…synthetic fibrous dramas

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Recounting how close we came to the edge of an absolute toy disaster this afternoon. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED SIXTEEN…the Spranger’s take Vegas

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A recipe for enjoying your time in Vegas with kids and of course a little tidbit on what NOT TO DO. And of course, how to successfully bribe children. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FIFTEEN…oh Christmas tree

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…And the holiday’s are upon us. The magical day is rapidly approaching. Let the stress begin! Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED TEN…my day was craptastic how was yours? part 3

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Craptastic days make great stories for parties! Don’t discount them. They are invaluable for their ability of making someone laugh. Always remember your craptastic days. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED EIGHT…our own private island

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Just when we think we are unlucky when it comes to finding campsites on the west coast, we hit the mother load! If there is anything to take away from this post, it is to ALWAYS call!!! Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED SIX…and the UEL award

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Sometimes I feel so selfish for wanting an hour of peace and quiet. At what point do children want to be by themselves? Not that I’m longing for that day, far from it. But is an hour too much to ask? Don’t answer that! Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FOUR…goodbye holiday hello birthdays

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holiday #1 done, Birthdays #4 and #5 quickly approaching. The chaos and anticipation of planning two little girls’ birthday parties has me all jacked up!! Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED TWO…lady of the night nails

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I love to send Greg out for female related items like tampons, pads, girly razors, bakini waxing kits…I could go on. He comes back with the craziest stories. But this last errand, almost granted him an official “I will never have to run another errand for her ever again” pass. This time, the joke is on me. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED…what the what?

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Sanity has come back to the Beaver! Hip Hip! Everyone, grab their favorite beverage and join me on the playground!! Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED NINETY NINE…our very own Wilford Brimly

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taking a drive down Memory Lane with Wilford Brimly. Such a lovely street. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED NINETY TWO…volcanos and pools

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Traveling to places we have never even heard of is just one reason we chose this lifestyle. climbing 8,300 foot mountain, or volcano rather, is quite the experience. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED NINETY…contemplating mommyhood

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I have been lucky enough to have many mentally satisfying and physically challenging jobs. I have also had some really bad jobs. Even those jobs, I appreciate. They taught me something I still use today. But my most favorite job by far, is being a mother. I daresay it is the most mentally and emotionally challinging and physically straining jobs I have ever had. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY SIX…warm breezy beach or cool snowy mountain

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108 days on the road and there’s so much more to see. Feeling the love today folks. I am in love with our life choice. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY FIVE…watermelon, the potpourri of life

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Sometimes spilling an entire brand new watermelon on everything you own, can turn out to be a good thing. You just have to shift your perspective. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY FOUR…seeking stability within mobility

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being mobile full-time makes me realize how much I love and value my family and friends. There are some definite cons for travelling full-time. But you won’t ever hear me complain about the 3 hour time difference! At least not while I am in Pacific Standard time! Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY THREE…stop, look, touch and smell

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what’s that saying…”don’t let your right hand know what your left hand is doing”…I recently had my own version of that which went something like, “don’t let your right brain know what your left brain is doing” and then there was this weird interaction with a plastic canister of butter. Never a dull moment over here. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY TWO…eat, drive, pee…repeat

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5 days, 600 miles a day, 3,000 and some odd miles total…we finally made it to the west coast. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY ONE…my petal tips are turning brown

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Sometimes I see myself as a flower whose petals are solely dependent on outside factors for their healthy vibrant color. If that were the case, my petal tips are beginning to tarnish. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY NINE…tomfoolerative

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Sometimes I think maybe, if we stopped our “normal adult behavior” and adopted our children’s “play anywhere and everywhere” mentality, maybe we would be a more productive, happy and successful society. I think we should label it, tomfoolerative. And I think we should make it a new legislative branch of government. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY EIGHT…arm in arm

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Living in Florida for 4 years and having a daddy who loves to surf, has ultimately given our girls an appreciation for the sport. So, it’s no surprise to Greg and I when each of their Barbies have at one … Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY SEVEN…shoes are NOT optional

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“get dressed girls” in 6 and 9 year-old girl world means, “put our clothes on and our dolls clothes on we’re going somewhere. But she didn’t say shoes, so we probably don’t need them.” Do they have a lingo book for 6 & 9 year olds somewhere? Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY SIX…really real dreams

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I have always had the most vivid dreams. When I was a little girl, I had a dream that George Washington lifted a 5lb barbell above his head. That was the gist of the dream. He just lifted it up. Didn’t throw it, or begin a heavy weight training routine. He just lifted it up. It held some kind of significance for me because I remembered it as a nightmare. I am 39 now. Not a whole lot has changed. My dreams at 39 are just as vivid and vague as they were when I was 6. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY FIVE…vermont

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Vermont is such a magical place for our family. The outside activities, the walking and biking paths all throughout the cities, and the scenery make me want to linger a bit longer. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY THREE…damn rookies

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Who would be naive enough to drive 750 miles to a destination without having secured a place to stay? Only a rookie would have that kind of oversight. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO…we can do this

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letting go of something or somethings (plural) is often more difficult than the actuality of living without it. I think for me, it’s the incontrovertible process of having to say goodbye. Continue reading

ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ONE…WE DID IT!!!

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We never really know the impetus or the catalyst behind some of our personal choices. We can speculate, presume, and try to make sense, where there is no sense to be made. Sometimes, you just have to follow your dreams. And that’s what we’re doing… Continue reading