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-FOUR…early morning musings

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Morning contemplations: It was on a Scorching day early morning in July of 2004. I recall myself sitting on my lifeguarding post at Dolly Splash Country when the lead guard asked me (from across the wavepool) what I wanted for … Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY THREE…no holds barred

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We choose to live life in a “no holds barred” philosophy in our house. That includes but is not limited to all things concerning safety and physical activities. I Aim for moderation but, it never ends up that way. It’s just not our style. Continue reading

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY TWO…my Christmas tree lights are on steroids. Are yours?

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I was looking forward to a peaceful morning of warm coffee and reflection. But the steroid glow of my Christmas tree lights had different plans. 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 FIVE…I blame it on the kerosene

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I have done a lot of “soul searching” and have come to the conclusion, almost every stupid decision made by me, can be traced back to Kerosene. So glad it’s Kerosene rather than something serious, like “poor judgement”. Whew. I solved that case pretty quick! 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 THIRTY TWO…suspicious eyes

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Taking the kids out to eat is always interesting…”What will happen this time?” we often wonder. It’s always something. 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 TWENTY…paradise vs. reality

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In the wee hours of Monday, January 16th, we were all slowly waking up in our new existence. For the next week we are camping out just south of Tucson. We finally moved from paradise. It was time. We were ready. … 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 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

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