tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56239372012-03-04T10:54:38.808-08:00My Life Across The Pond and Other AbsurditiesMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.comBlogger3091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-35328933276650365122011-10-02T21:40:00.000-07:002011-10-02T21:40:49.569-07:00

...another one of those random thoughts posts..... .............................. Ever see those 'Batesville Casket Company' trucks? Giant semi truck with the respectful yet eye catching logo and lettering.  Ever notice how on the highway nobody ever cuts them off, or even so much as passes those trucks. Today as I was headed out of town,  this guy in a truck practically ran a half dozen of us

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-69887254397275379002011-04-10T17:17:00.004-07:002011-04-10T17:53:37.868-07:00

Looking for a small snacks... ...why is the good stuff always just out of reach...even for a giraffe. The primate family tree. Calgon take me away! A great view of Santa Barbara. Aidric rocketing down the aunt hill. Aidric and Stas' getting the hang of the hill. Woo Hoo!! Next I'll try it standing up! Yipee!! Watch out for that tree! Aaaahhhh the tree!!! Yea

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-3622213886195957522011-01-29T21:55:00.003-08:002011-01-29T21:59:29.655-08:00

On the road to Aidric's school, the university 'driveway' is lined by farmland.  It's about a one mile drive from the main road to the campus and the drive is bordered by strawberry fields. lemon groves and, new this season, raspberry canes.  The fields were planted in rows and then every three rows of canes is covered by a greenhouse armature and plastic and each entire field of these

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Five years ago today Sean had just arrived to work - a one hour commute - when I called him to tell him 'it was time'.  It was snowing in Toulouse, it hadn't snowed in Toulouse in recent memory.   Sean turned around and drove back (an hour) and managed to not be hysterical as I tried to quietly labor in bumper to bumper snowy morning traffic.  Our well practiced 15 minute trip to the clinic took

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In the Target parking lot waiting for a space when a woman backed out of another space and hit my car. Before I could get out of my car - with , I swear, forgiveness in my heart because she really barely nudged me. - the wench waved at me dissmissively and drove away. Forgiveness evaporated....

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-91131261268500288592010-11-20T16:37:00.002-08:002010-11-20T19:39:14.640-08:00

The sun has dipped below the clouds on the coast and god it's going to be a glorious sunset. Headed home, but pulled off at Cardiff by the Sea to watch.......oh yeah, that's why we live here..... Spent the afternoon wandering the mall with Rich, we had hot chocolate to warm up because despite having umbrellas (rescued from the trunk) we were soaked from the knees down. The chocolate was amazing,

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Richie came to town for the weekend and so the boys went camping. I am procrastinating on finishing this photo project that Rich has to take home with him tomorrow; so naturally I went to a movie.  I went to see 'Hereafter' with Matt Damon.  Seeing a movie like that one all alone is probably best.  There's no one else there that will need to be bribed later to not tell how you were blubbering

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This morning as I was leaving the gym a man was coming in.  He was taking one last puff of his cigarette and stamping out the butt on the sidewalk.  As he walked through the door he was still exhaling a trail of smoke. An older gentleman sitting in the lobby muttered 'arschloch' under his breath, I would have gone with a milder 'dummkopf' but still I had to agree. They've almost finished the

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I'm working on a photo project for my mom.  Scanning a hundred or so photos to put on a photo frame as a surprise gift.  My mom is giving it to my aunt and I get the dubious honor of scanning the photos and loading them on the frame.  Just as an example yesterday in 4 hours I managed to scan just 22 pictures and am 1/2 way through fixing the first one.  This shouldn't take any time at all! I was

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Up at 3 am. can't sleep,  can't stop sneezing, nose won't stop running, eyes are streaming....what the hell have I got? cold? sinus infection? allergies?  All 3!!?? Ugh! Anyway, watching useless TV and surfing the web.  realized I hadn't posted this nice picture of Sean and Cormac.  Cormac calls him 'pop pop' or something that sounds like that. They were sharing a morning coffee 'That's

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The boys went camping early yesterday afternoon and left me all alone. For the first few hours I was literally paralyzed with indecision over what to do. I knew I wanted to eat out (or get take out), see a movie, do some shopping..... In the end it took me 3 hours to just end up picking up a salad and sandwich at the newly opened Panera and the I went back home to watch some of the movies I've

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-73306594754295046752010-08-15T17:03:00.006-07:002010-08-15T21:24:44.201-07:00

We took the kids back to the airport today.  I'm sure going to miss having that little mug around ...oh and I'll miss Cormac and Matt too.Here's a movie that La took of us at the zoo. So now we have our Sage with us again. She arrived today with extra luggage; she brought some dress up clothes."Aidric, you wanna play dress-up?" "Sure!" says Aidric, having no idea what so ever what

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-37880471748389668262010-08-02T17:02:00.001-07:002010-08-02T17:03:52.641-07:00

Went shopping with G'ma and Caro and Aidric today. Years of shopping have made me conclude that dressing rooms are designed by particularly cruel people. But after trying on clothes with those two skinny women, I realize that it's just me that dressing rooms are cruel to.......Although I'm the only one that actually bought anything.......how did that happen......

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-12926884555531011652010-07-29T19:45:00.003-07:002010-07-29T19:46:24.585-07:00

My doctor is like 90 years old, but he’s been 90 years old since I started seeing him 15 years ago. Every visit he shuffles into the exam room in his suit and tennis shoes of indeterminate brand. He discusses lab results and ultra sound and bone scan results. He doesn’t miss a thing or even forget anything about me.  He greets me in French because he knows I lived there and he’s French.

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Aidric and I are hanging with Jessica today. We’re tidying the house and getting groceries for tomorrow nights dinner. Jessica convinced me to walk to Imboden’s from her house to get the meat.  It would burn some of Aidric’s energy and burn off our breakfast. It’s less than a mile to the butcher shop so, even though it’s still soupy out, I said yes. The problem is that on the way back I

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-2843580263598556972010-07-28T19:44:00.001-07:002010-07-28T19:44:35.688-07:00

We went to the zoo for Cormac’s 2nd birthday today. Aside from the fact that we spent the day trying to breath air as thick as pudding and sweating so much we were all drenched before the dolphins tried to splash us, we had a great time. Of course I took my camera and took pics of Aidric and his nephew. The two boys had to stick their heads through every photo board in the zoo. They were

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I love my teenaged nieces. Teenaged girls have the unique ability to be both incredibly mature and wise beyond their years and at the same time naive and child like and, well, downright silly. If you ever get a chance, you must peruse the photos that Emy and Caro took with grandma last night on her Mac with the Photo Booth program. The three of them were laughing hysterically the entire time and

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-77503789458611733552010-06-08T14:52:00.022-07:002010-06-08T18:35:00.720-07:00

A typical Missy rant - if you have a pet that you proudly carry around in your purse, just skip this one. I was accosted by a teeny tiny yappy pretend dog in a stroller at the grocery store today. I was mulling over which chocolate cake mix to buy when a lady pushing a stroller walks past me and something in the stroller started BARKING at me. Now perhaps the dog was just reminding me that

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Our neighbors up on the corner are Mr. and Mrs. C. They, like many of our neighbors, have lived in their home since the neighborhood was built in 1962. Mr. and Mrs. C have two very old dogs of questionable lineage that I think are held together with bubble gum and duct tape. Morton, who is part bulldog, eats rocks and Chiquita who is pure mutt and resembles no known breed, is constantly

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-55179364603495161252009-09-17T13:10:00.005-07:002009-09-17T13:32:57.276-07:00

Good morning friends, today I come to you from a 'Barnes & Noble Cafe' (serving Starbuck's Coffee)' I'm feeling very cool and chic working on my laptop with about 10 other senior citizens (not that I am one, but I feel like one today.). This spot is probably popular with seniors of the laptop persuasion because the Wifi is free here. Ever notice how mornings belong to the elderly? I'm here

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-27269508522825130292009-08-27T06:54:00.008-07:002009-08-27T07:31:18.170-07:00

If someone gave you a book titled "The woman with the black hat", would you assume it's about a witch? What about "The woman with the tall black hat"? See, I think that would make me picture a woman with a Lincolnesque (forgive my neologism, but I think Lincolnesque should be a word.) stovepipe hat. But "The woman with the tall pointy black hat" is just too obvious and obviously too long for a

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-14446405336615059542009-05-04T19:24:00.003-07:002009-05-04T19:44:15.567-07:00

Seriously looking into getting a Mac Book Pro. Maybe a refurbished one, cause Mac's are expensive. 'Nough said. I have the most polite child on earth. Seriously ask anyone who knows him. He says 'please' and 'thank you' and even the oft forgotton, 'you're welcome'. He says 'excuse me' and 'I'm sorry'. When I serve him a meal he'll say, 'thanks mommy' and 'this is yummy' or 'I like this mommy'

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-76037553249876498992009-04-26T14:09:00.009-07:002009-04-26T19:32:31.519-07:00

Aidric's current favorite TV show is a cartoon about two globe trotting pigs with the unfortunate names of Toot and Puddle. The show is called um...Toot & Puddle. I wonder if his preference for the show is related to recent life events. Oh, and I guess it wasn't a tarantula, it was a scorpion.

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-23206567776832109772009-04-23T20:06:00.005-07:002009-04-26T19:31:53.649-07:00

Yup, that's me and yup that's a really big boa constrictor.

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-84900400227053532612009-04-12T09:22:00.011-07:002009-04-12T11:01:49.846-07:00

Yesterday I saw a crow trip. He was hopping along, crossing the road and was distracted by the approach of my car. As he made his final hop intended to put him on the curb he missed the curb altogether. He landed on his chest in the street and his beak struck the curb hard. I laughed but the windows were rolled up and I don't think he heard me; though I did notice a tinge of pink around the edges

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-9821732461765080592009-03-09T05:28:00.002-07:002009-03-09T05:28:00.339-07:00

Happy 50th Birthday Barbie Milicent Roberts! You were always a great friend and enchanting company.

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They're cutting down trees. Not nuisance weed trees that have sprung up uninvited, but huge ancient eucalyptuses with trunks the diameter of a full harvest moon. Well, maybe not ancient since the eucalyptus does have a propensity for quick growth, but with trunks that size they're at least pretty damned old. Their trunks wore the pealing bark that is common to their species, but they were gently

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-18370679781319932702009-02-07T19:59:00.005-08:002009-02-07T20:35:07.453-08:00

Who says it never rains in So Cal? It does rain here, just once or twice a year and then it rains with a vengeance. We've had three solid days of rain. So far our winter rains have provided us with 2.5 inches of landscape saving moisture. The downpours can cause some problems though. The other day, the first day of the storms, I was driving through Malibu on PCH behind two snow plows. No, it

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Before we left for France I tried to get everyone to come and take away as many plants as they wanted. Oh that garden was so beautiful, how I miss my giant hostas and all of those tulips and the dozens of different colored day lillies and... Ah, well... Some of my 'Agency' friends decided to take me up on the offer of free plants... .............................. The Story of Three Little

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Stop me if you've read this one before. It too sounds vaguely familiar. Sorry Jess, I know you read this one before and were deeply insulted. On the bright side, you proved to us that you were definately up to the challenge. .............................. France - posted May 25,2003 I was outside today pseudo-gardening. Just puttering around, pulling a weed here and there, watering this and

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This blog post seems familiar to me. I wonder if I didn't share it before, but the thought bears repeating. .............................. Ever - Posted May 14, 2003 Have to teach CPR tonight and I really don't want to. I hate doing it so much. On the bright side this will be the last time I ever have to teach it. Well let's not say ever, let's say for a long time. This brings me to other

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-86630641859645586052009-01-23T11:03:00.006-08:002009-01-23T12:51:11.472-08:00

Aidric is 3 in four days and he refuses to be potty trained. Is there an obedience school or something I can send him to for that? Is there a Potty Training boarding school, cause I would do that. Can I hire a nanny for a few months just to get him through this process without me actually having to be involved. I've never potty trained a kid before. No really, I think Jessica potty trained

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-6003496547834575312009-01-22T20:40:00.007-08:002009-01-23T11:13:51.945-08:00

See, you didn't believe me did you? Yes, this is a Christmas decoration, I know this because the pig is wearing a Santa hat. Any ideas?

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-13132703562138554232009-01-21T14:13:00.000-08:002009-01-22T20:51:16.074-08:00

Mr. Crumb's was a fabulous bake shop near the NIU campus. They made the best oatmeal raisin cookies and oh so much more. I always loved their sandwiches too, but there was usually only one or two people working behind the counter and sandwiches, as you'll see, took a while. Sadly Mr. Crumb's closed its doors a few years ago, and those cookie recipes are gone forever. .........................

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-14423998120715632252009-01-17T13:40:00.007-08:002009-01-22T20:28:25.357-08:00

You all don't know this, but I used to keep a blog before I moved to France. Yes, I know, how could I not share this information with you before. Well, mostly because it was a therapeutic writing exercise for me and some of the entries are very private. However, I recently received an e-mail from this other blog site saying that if I didn't post again soon my blog would be considered 'abandoned

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-54469960628510592772009-01-16T20:16:00.000-08:002009-01-16T20:17:36.811-08:00

I've wanted to write for so long, but I just don't have the time. I think I’ve mentioned before that for me writing isn't something I just throw together, it's a process. It's writing and editing and tweeking and rewriting and ... well you get the point. (And to emphasize this point, as I'm typing these very words Aidric has come into the room and asked for his vitamin. "Where's my vitamin

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-35134557528190697772008-09-05T16:51:00.006-07:002008-09-05T17:02:55.671-07:00

Click on the link below to go to this blog. This is a British artist who is setting up these super miniature installations all over London. He posts pictures of his latest installations on his blog and a book of this miniature art is planned. It is cool because he posts photos of the installation up close and then of the street view. It gives you a perspective as to just how small these works are

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-75011833236538971502008-09-05T14:03:00.007-07:002008-09-05T14:56:23.673-07:00

Driving through LA on my way to San Diego. It's impossible to hold your breath from Getty Center to Newport Beach so I drive with the windows rolled up and the air conditioner running. The haze over the city looks evil and though we know about the detriment to peoples health, I have to wonder about what it does to their mood; maybe that's why all those crazy famous people are so crazy. Anyway,

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-54563878360366957952008-08-06T08:25:00.007-07:002008-08-06T09:07:30.203-07:00

Yeah, OK, so he's a little cute...so what's all the fuss? .............................. So our time in the Midwest is almost over and our brief period here has been eventful. I mean, the other night we experienced a thrilling thunderstorm complete with tornado warnings. That was totally awesome and fair trade I think for having missed an earthquake back home. I was so looking forward

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-5415323757878678392008-07-19T21:32:00.005-07:002008-07-28T17:32:06.329-07:00

What the...what's with all the light? Uncle Aidric not so taken with Cormac as grandma. Hi mommy! Please don't make me wear the Packers outfit! Brand spanking new! Hi daddy! Please don't make me be a Packers fan!

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-62611893182738447442008-07-19T19:52:00.005-07:002008-07-19T20:36:36.943-07:00

So select Starbucks are closing all over the country due to lack of public interest in paying 4 bucks for a cup of coffee. Not me, though, I love coffee and have been known to be sucked into the orbit of many a drive thru Starbucks. Just the drive thrus though, because actually having to get out of the car for a cup of coffee seems too hard. So here I am at the drive up window of my

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-32685945662177631932008-07-01T11:44:00.007-07:002008-07-01T12:17:36.932-07:00

We miss you grandpa.

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Oh yeah, he's male. All that's missing is a bottle... What?

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We are in the midst of that TV season we call 'Political Ads', all new, all season for the foreseeable future. This is how bad it is, today we were playing with Aidy's trucks and had the TV going for back ground noise. Suddenly Aidric stops, points to the TV and says 'Bama!'. Oh yeah, he recognizes Barak every time. Hillary not so much for some reason, but Obama gets his attention every time.

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-28222993033647425242008-02-23T11:35:00.005-08:002008-02-23T12:06:34.176-08:00

'Red meat is not bad for you, now blue-green meat, that's bad for you' .............................. My sister and I were out for dinner with the boys; yes, there is a wide streak of insanity running right through our family. After 2 minutes of flipping through the menu I'm ready to order. I don't need to read the whole book to know how it ends, I just pretty much point and order. The boys

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-62492367867389843472008-02-10T14:25:00.000-08:002008-02-11T20:10:57.497-08:00

Never mind that his accuracy needs work and that his gardening technique needs honing, I want to know how many child labor laws we're breaking.

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-75546315259955114612008-02-09T12:57:00.000-08:002008-02-09T17:43:41.607-08:00

No, that is not a note of panic in my voice!

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Aidric turned 2 a couple of weeks ago and the feasting continues. This photo is from the family celebration in San Diego last Saturday. It was a chocolate cake, Aidric's favorite. He's just like his mom, he loves his chocolate cake; unlike his mother the boy also loves broccoli and cauliflower, that oddity we blame on his father. Eeeewwwww! Aidric would like to thank his big sister and

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I talked to J yesterday, the pregnancy is going well, she and Matt have begun to choose baby names and they've sort of settled on two names, Salamander if it's a boy or Salamandra if it's a girl. I whole heartedly approve their spirit. .............................. Aidric has officially turned two, though unofficially he's been two for about three months now. I wish I could photograph his

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So the holidays are over, aren't they? There is a very sad helium balloon drifting about three inches from the floor in the dinning room, tiredly proclaiming 'Happy New Year'. All it's good for now is scaring the holy hell out of me when I wander the house in the middle of the night. Aidric is still enjoying his Christmas booty and we have his B-day coming up to add to the madness. Thank you

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So here we are in a part of the world that people call paradise. Views and vistas everywhere. The speed limit reflects the 'hang loose' attitude of this state. By that I mean that even on the highways the speed limit is 45 mph, that's not to say that people go 45, they usually go much, much...slower. But that is because, even in paradise, traffic is an issue. This is the view of Hanalei bay

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When you open the door for 'Trick or Treaters' don't you expect the 'Tricksters' to be shorter than you. I mean, I know I'm short but even I expect them to be shorter than me. How old is too old to Trick or Treat? I mean, in your head aren't Trick or Treaters short kids in cute costumes? Last night a 'gang' of about 10 teenagers knocked on my door (well, they actually pounded repeatedly - I

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Did Jodi Foster have some work done? Becuase I'm telling you, every time I see the previews for her new movie it looks like Jodi, but it doesn't. She's also on the cover of 'More' magazine this month (the magazine for women over 40.) and I didn't recognize her there either. Her nose and chin look pointier, she lost some of the fullness in her face or something...

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Do you remember the doctor you saw when you were a kid? Didn't it seem like you saw that doctor forever? Like he was a part of the family practically. Doctor's just don't have that level of commitment anymore. Aidric's pediatrician is changing practices, we've known the man for a year and now he's starting up a practice for teens and young people. Concentrating on 12-26 year olds. Se we have

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A video slideshow of our famly vacation. Get comfy though, it's 10 minutes long. It's a bit blurry in this format, sorry, but you get the idea. I can burn it to DVD from my computer and send it to you, it's way better quality.

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Ok, funny joke, but who sent me 'Redbook' and 'ESPN' subscriptions? They are not magazines I ever would have ordered and they are coming to my house addressed to me. And ESPN is either weekly or bi-weekly, I lose track, but it's piling up. Anyone out there want them? I'll send them to you. ESPN!?? ME??!! Not funny people. Next time could you send me 'Real Simple' or 'Bon Appetite' or something.

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"Dolphins" the cry goes up and I turn to the water. Sure enough I turn just in time to see two graceful gray backs disappear in the waves and two more spring up just behind them. "La!" I shout; you always shout at the beach because the sound of waves paired with a wind that whips your words away from you, makes it hard to be heard. "Look!" As she turns to where I'm pointing we see the most

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Now all he needs is a foot stool and a smoking jacket.

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I think he thought that if he said 'mom, mom, mom' it would make it all OK. Darn that Tyson chicken anyway.

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I am constantly surprised when I go out these days and find that the stores, malls, banks and other businesses in general are empty. I am now able to get things done more quickly while everyone else is at work. I’ve never been a stay at home mom before. I have always worked. I liked working, it gave structure to my day, and it gave me something to bitch about. So now Aidric and I have to make

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When I go to the grocery store I always look for a female checker. Even if the male checker has a shorter line I almost always go to the woman. I’ll only go to the guy if there is no one in his line, I only have a few items and the customer ahead of me in the woman’s line is a man (male customers are just as bad as male checkers – run away. And a male customer in a male checkers line…egads!).

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This is so going to be my next phone!! Check it out!

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Ah, the California life!

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I don't want to hear anyone ever say that I don't let the boy get dirty! Some Pics.

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"Hmmm, these squiggles just don't make any sense, how does mommy do this..." "I missed you guys sooooooooo, much!"

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Look! New shoes! I can walk and talk at the same time. Too bad Tia La caught on about the cabinets, or I'd be snacking of fish crackers too.

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Ummm, I'm a big kid now? Pretty cool huh? Bet you can't do that!

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I'll be the first to admit it, I'm a little bit of a neat freak. Ok. Yes, I'm a bit anal at times about cleanliness, I've said it, I take full ownership of my obsesive compulsive need for tidiness. As soon as there's a 12 step program for this I'll join it. So, anyway, it turns out that the thing I love the most about my new granite countertop is the very thing I hate the most about it. See,

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My brother Ardo invited me to attend a Wine Dinner on Friday night at the Faculty Club where he works. It was to be accompanied by a talk from Rex Pickett, the guy who wrote 'Sideways'. Did you see the movie 'Sideways'? The evening was billed as "Merlot Fights Back!" because in the movie Merlot is seriously trashed. This led us all to believe that perhaps Mr. Pickett was going to speak on the

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From the inside back cover photo of the Joe Hill book, let me say that that boy inherited the best features from his parents, because where he definitely resembles his father, he is far far better looking. So judging a book by its cover (literally) this one's a winner!

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So, Stephen King's sons are writing books. Or is it Stephen King's son? There's a book out "We're All In This Together" (in 2005) by Owen King, some short stories, and on February 13th, 2006, a brand new book out by Joe Hill. Is 'Joe Hill' Owen's pen name or another of Mr. King's boys? Does anyone know? Has anyone read the short stories of Owen King? I'm going to get 'The Heart Shaped Box' by

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"Hmmm, peas, corn, beans, water,....where are the Cheerios? I know I've seen her put them in here somewhere."

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Well, as you can see there's a new look to the old Blog. Blogger changed some formatting stuff and it was giving me a hell of a time with some of my add-ins. Soo... a new look, not exactly what I would have wanted, but the blogger pool of templates is shallow indeed. So, if I use one of their templates, it makes life easier if not prettier. Anyway, obviously the name of the blog should change,

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Aidric received his first haircut the day before his first birthday. It was time, he was getting a bit shaggy, but when it was all over it was like he was a new boy. He wasn't a baby anymore; he was a boy. Take a look.

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There's something to be said for the monosyllabic answer...... Oh, not by me, I was just trying to use the word 'monosyllabic' in a sentence and marvel that it takes a five syllable word to describe a one syllable word.... That is all....

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Aidric's first Christmas, and his first of many Christmas gifts. His cousins Dani and Michael helped him open his first gift. He received a Magnadoodle and he loves it, a memorable first gift. He also received some nice big Duplo blocks in a helicopter, a cool play yard from his sister and brother, clothes, more blocks and lots of books. The boy loves books, he loves turning pages. Must be

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So, the 'household goods' have finally arrived from France and the unpacking commences. First I am forced to comment that homes in Southern California do not have basements. Let that sink in a second... So imagine, all of my Midwest friends, that your basement suddenly disappeared and you had to re-distribute everything that is currently down there. Are you getting a picture in your mind..

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Well, in California they are freeways, fires and of course earthquakes. If one doesn't kill you the others will. Well, the traffic you get used to. You get used to either avoiding it or you find a constructive way to pass the time while you commute. I've seen many a commuter reading the paper or chatting on the phone. One very busy and enterprising man was reading the Wall Street Journal, that

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Ok, so we didn't go with the bungalow or the yellow house. On the third day we found a totally cool house that we really liked. Now in the two previous posts, as you may have noticed, the words 'bungalow' and 'yellow house' were links to the listing information for those houses. Actually the links may not work anymore if the houses have been sold. So it is with the house we bought. I wanted to

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Okay, so today we saw a gorgeous 1955 bungalow. The bungalow is smaller than the yellow house and the price per square foot is way higher, but the house has such great character. I fell in love with it on site. Oh boy is this going to be tough. Yeah we saw like 9 other houses too, and one other sort of stood out, but the 'yellow house' and the 'bungalow' are

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Our first night in SD S was up at 3 am. Typical jet-lag adjustment. So he got up to do some work and then at 5 am he decided to take a drive around SD County. On his way out the door he nearly bowls over/is nearly bowled over by a man carrying a rather large flat panel TV. S thinks this is slightly odd and a bit suspicious, and proceeds on his way. Later that morning when we go over to the

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You know those times when someone is mean to you and you just can't think of how to respond or what to say or do, but then hours or days later the perfect comeback comes to you. Don't you just hate that. The other day I parked at the mall and because I have such a big rig, I pulled through from one space to the one ahead so that it would be easier to drive out when I left. When I left the mall

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All Dressed up and...What a gorgeos little kid in his tux. Ava Lynn, the flower girl, is she adorable or what! Ummm, can I get out of this monkey suite...please! Aidric at his baptism, the day after the wedding. "Yeah, another tux, this one white. Am I stylish or what!" Jess and her bridesmaids. Didn't all of my girls grow up to be absolute beauties.

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So I'm wandering through the grocery store, just picking up a few essentials, you know, checking stuff off of my list when I suddenly see the Gray's Cream Soda. Put a 4 pack into the cart. Ooh, cottage cheese with pineapple, Oh, and a chocolate milk Chug, Oh, Pop Tarts, chocolate donuts, creamed corn, apple butter, Kraft singles! Intervention!!!!!!  

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"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos." -- Snoopy "Don't be dismayed at goodbyes, a farewell is necessary before you can meet again and meeting again, after moments

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Do the shuttle astronauts get frequent flier miles?

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It's so hot, so bloody hot! Did you know that fans don't cool the air, no really, they just move the hot air around. Pointless. When I return to the states I vow to find the shrine, cause surely there must be one, to the goddess of air conditioning. And I will leave her a massive offering of ice cubes in a fine crystal bowl, (The good thing about the goddess of air conditioning is that she

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You know what's sort of sad and sort of funny. I watch 'The Gilmore Girls' so much and also I play it so often just for background noise, that when the theme song comes on Aidric immediately turns toward the sound and starts smiling. When he sees Rory on the screen he gets completely sucked in and he gets a goofy grin on his face. He probably thinks that Rory is somehow related to him. On the

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So yesterday afternoon who should show up but the landlord. Yes, M. Babec and the painter/plasterer/wallpaper guy ring the bell to inform me that work on the house will begin today and is that alright with me. Well, I know he received our letter that said we would be gone from the 20th of July until the 28th of August. I know he got it because I sent it 'recommandé avec avis de réception' and

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It's summer and school is out. Aidric and I are sitting out on the back porch today, just enjoying the cool breeze that is miraculously blowing. With temperatures being what they've been of late, today's surprise clouds and the coolness they brought with, are a treat indeed. We are not alone in enjoying the day, there are four boys from a nearby house out here, they must be visiting their

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So last night I was waiting for the uproar to begin, and when by 23:00 there was no uproar I assumed that France had not won the game. Then unable to stand it any longer I got up and turned 'The Precious' on to surf the web for scores. Well, the game wasn't last night, it's tonight, so I'll be battening down the hatches tonight. Too bad I can't watch the game on TV (she says sarcastically - as

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What in the name of Pete is going on?! Without Ulrich who will we cheer for? What's the point of starting the race without the favorites? Idiots!! All of them!

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I find it highly amusing that men feel a compulsion to look under the hood of a car. These are really smart men who know lots of cool and brain busting stuff, but who know nothing of the workings of the internal combustion engine. Yet they feel a need to play 'the man' and look under the hood of a car. It's an insecurity of sorts isn't it? (Not my man, he single handedly rebuilt an entire

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This week Newsweek's cover story is "The World's 10 Hottest Cities" Below is the part of the article about Toulouse. 'It's Airbusville' France's dynamo is a pink-brick city with a 17th-century feel, but its dynamism is powered by jets. Call it the Airbus effect. The industrial revolution had all but bypassed Toulouse when local engineer Clément Ader got a flying machine off the ground in

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I've neglected posting for quite some time and in that time have mentally lined out stories. If I wait to properly flesh them out, they'll never get posted. So here you find the basic gist of what has been going on here. These stories and events are in no chronological order, rather they are in the order I happen to remember I wanted to tell you about them.   Animal Kingdom

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When I was pregnant I became a Tums connoisseur. I mean it, everyone and my mother was sending me Tums, I couldn't find them here (more on that later) and the heartburn from month 5 and on was relentless. I was popping Tums like they were candy, and let's face it, they taste like candy. Now, you all may not know this, but if you go in to your local

Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06952521082653985090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623937.post-1149001497397457482006-05-30T07:20:00.000-07:002006-05-31T12:47:14.353-07:00

The boy is getting really good at reaching for things. Not, however, to be confused with grabbing things, that skill is currently at only about 10% accuracy, though it's getting better quite quickly. He loves this toy, and keeps trying to get his mouth around it. This is, mercifully, quite impossible as the top part spins and when he gets his mouth on it, it moves. Needless to say it's quite

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Dear Big Sister J, How you doin'? Thanks for the new sweats. I luv dem, and they fit me real good, know what I mean? Ma says I look like a wise guy on the Sopranos...Does that mean she thinks I'm smart? I think I look real sharp. Couldn't find my gold medallion, I think someone lifted it. Don't worry I'll find the guy and take care of him. Love, Big Aidric

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