tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914047142567389092024-03-13T19:54:18.028-07:00Alone on the Mountain Top"You're on your own. And you know what you know and YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go...I'm afraid that <i> some </i> times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. <i> All Alone!</i> Whether you'll like it or not, alone will be something you'll be quite a lot...But on you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl...and will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)" <i>Dr. Seuss </i>QueenScarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270993732115125040noreply@blogger.comBlogger580125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491404714256738909.post-76629469930033762542011-07-21T15:52:00.000-07:002011-07-21T15:52:43.929-07:00I've moved!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">Big ... huge, gigantic, jumping for joy kind of news.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">...to another <a href="http://queenscarlett-franklymydear.blogspot.com/">blog address </a>with a brand-spanking new blog design, via the lovely <a href="http://theblogfairy.com/">Emily from The Blog Fairy</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When you get <a href="http://queenscarlett-franklymydear.blogspot.com/">there</a> - check out the brilliant header she made for my <a href="http://queenscarlett-franklymydear.blogspot.com/">blog</a>. She accomplished so many things with that. She made all my fantasies come true, and gave me boobies. Which made me laugh. If it makes me laugh - I love it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you lovely readers, followers, subscribers that make this blogging world so darn fun join me <a href="http://queenscarlett-franklymydear.blogspot.com/">over there</a>. Please switch your follow to my new blog <a href="http://queenscarlett-franklymydear.blogspot.com/">here</a>, and change your google reader subscriptions, rss feeds. I'm thinking of doing something special for those of you that do move on <a href="http://queenscarlett-franklymydear.blogspot.com/">over</a> with me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I like kale - so I thought... maybe a quick saute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1/2 bunch of spinach</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">10-15 thin spears of asparagus</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">1 cup of sliced crimini mushrooms</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Add 2-3 Tablespoons garlic olive oil to a wok (or whatever you like to saute in) over med-high heat. I sprinkle some freshly ground sea salt and black pepper - 'bout a 1/2 tsp each to start.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Toss in the mushrooms and saute until golden brown.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Toss - and enjoy!</span></div>QueenScarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270993732115125040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491404714256738909.post-73742188820061275392011-07-19T10:06:00.000-07:002011-07-19T10:06:59.505-07:00Happiness Post:: Post 30<span style="font-size: large;">Visits with old friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I absolutely love it when old friends come to visit and we have such a great time. At the end of the visit, you simply don't want them to leave because they have enriched your home with their joyful spirits. The conversations were invigorating, satisfying and lasted long into the wee hours of the morning. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's thrilling when our children are all bright, happy, funny, and enjoy each other's company. The food was plentiful, and bellies were happy. There was such a feeling of warmth and joy that permeated my home - and I reveled in it. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtFoAF1ncHk/TiW2yBMI0QI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/7rvJrogjAZ4/s1600/IMG_3851.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was lucky to be at <a href="https://home.byu.edu/home/node?destination=node">BYU</a> with both <a href="https://home.byu.edu/home/node?destination=node">Jon </a>and Chastity - we all lived in the <a href="http://www.byu.edu/oncampushousing/rooms/room_options.shtml#flsr">Foreign Language Student Residence</a> at BYU. It is, bar none, the best place to live, and meet people who are not only intelligent, talented and fun - but people who enjoy learning, and experiencing the world outside of their comfort zones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If I had my way, we'd all live in the same neighborhood, or our own compound, so our kids could associate with such fascinating people.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><i>Jon is a creative genius, puppeteer, software guru, gospel whiz, stellar husband/father and friend. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><i>Chastity sings, plays the ukelele, throws knives, belly dances, does circus trapeze tricks, home schools, is a fabulous mother/wife and friend... </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><i>and these are just a few of the things this couple does. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><i>It's no wonder I so enjoy their children.</i></span></span></div><br />
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</span>QueenScarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270993732115125040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491404714256738909.post-25157606064137973512011-07-15T07:30:00.000-07:002011-07-15T07:30:03.490-07:00Friday: A Family Lives Here - Exhibit 15<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll be posting each Friday with the same theme of </span><a href="http://aloneontop.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-family-lives-here-exhibit-1.html" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"A Family Lives Here"</a><span style="font-style: italic;">. Hope you like it. Hope you join in on the fun.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As kids my brothers and I enjoyed playing with legos. We received some legos one Christmas I remember. We were excited! Then we realized the pieces were mixed up in all of our boxes. Turns out they were hand-me-down legos from our friend across the street. My Mom had saran wrapped the boxes. Regardless, we loved creating with them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We thought now would be a good time to introduce our girls to legos. We went to Target and found the only pink box in the aisle. We also purchased a pack with a bus, pizza shop, bike shop and bus stop. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let's just say... I love putting them together. I love following instructions. Also, I love miniature stuff. Our girls... kept saying "Oh! How cute! It's so tiny!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, I've already vacuumed up a glass goblet, but saw it and removed it from the vacuum. I felt like a hero. I've already stepped on two... and one of them made my foot bleed, internally. Let the madness begin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Toss the lot of them into a bowl and douse it with enough olive oil to coat the cauliflower. Freshly grind sea salt and black pepper - liberally. Don't be afraid. The more salt/pepper the more you can't have just one. If you're like me and love spicy food, add red pepper flakes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then... eat... and watch how quickly you can inhale a single cabbage head. It's like being a vegetarian zombie... "mmm... imitation brains!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we're out and about, my friends and even strangers make mention to me of how lucky I am that my daughters play well together. That they enjoy being together, doing things together. They really are best friends. I hope they'll be BFFs forever.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnNvG3WQ4UM/ThaMldrXlvI/AAAAAAAAJ6c/oTWkEMc93ok/s1600/IMG_1043.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnNvG3WQ4UM/ThaMldrXlvI/AAAAAAAAJ6c/oTWkEMc93ok/s640/IMG_1043.jpg" width="480" /></a> </div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My 4YO loves to play with her big sister. Misses her when she's not around, and is really patient with following what her big sister directs. She also remembers her sister when it's just the two of us running errands. Whenever, she gets a treat, or a balloon, she immediately asks for another for her big sister.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I often receive kind comments from friends who think I make motherhood look easy. I want you to know that that is not my intention at all. <i>(I don't really have an intention - crud, should I have one? I just, you know, throw it out there.) </i>For me, motherhood is not about easy - it's about the joy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To be clear, motherhood <i>isn't</i> easy. It isn't. Some of us take well to it, some of us don't. There are annoyances, there are short tempers, and I am one of the most hormonal woman you'll meet. So if it seems like it is easy, breezy. Please know, it is not. I make an effort to capture all the many, many joyful, happy, grateful moments. Those are moments that help when the going gets tough. I find that when I focus on the positive, the negative stuff gets forgotten quite easily. It also helps that my memory tends to reset itself every five minutes. What's that again?</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--baMH9bXpFk/ThaMndSsUcI/AAAAAAAAJ6k/QorB5Id56zI/s1600/IMG_1046.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--baMH9bXpFk/ThaMndSsUcI/AAAAAAAAJ6k/QorB5Id56zI/s640/IMG_1046.jpg" width="640" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #666666;">I love this picture - after running through the water I made them each have a sandwich. I turned around to find them sitting like this. I snapped about 4-5 pictures before I actually had to get their attention to take the picture below. They chitter, chatter together all the time. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I do believe that each of us can be joyful. We have the choice each day to decide what kind of person we'll be that day... and I <i>try</i> to choose to be cheerful, as long as I've been watered, fed and cared for. Ha!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, my daughters are the main reason I enjoy motherhood. They came this way. They have their weaknesses, just as I do - but they truly are a joy to learn from, to be around and simply to adore. Honestly, there are times I just sit and stare at them. They are so entertaining. You couldn't pay me all the riches in the world to change my life. This is true happiness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Good morning! It's breakfast time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Tiana must've made good on her restaurant.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> If Mulan is anything like me - she loves to enjoy good food.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Look, there are the cutie pies enjoying breakfast and entertainment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tiana and Mulan were centerpieces for our dinner the night before these pictures were taken. My daughters love setting the table, but their favorite thing to do is to come up with creative center pieces. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Body image feels different to everyone, I get that. Weight feels different. How we feel I think is intensely personal. I am merely sharing my feelings, I hope that that is all it is seen as. I'm not trying to offend sensibilities. This is just me, being me and being straight with you all. The fact is, I dug myself into this hole, I have to dig myself out. Although it was much easier, and tastier getting in this hole. Ha!</i></span><br />
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<i>You know how some doctors display a molded thing of fat and disgustedly you ask, "what the heck is that?" They explain, "that's just five pounds of fat." Welcome to my version of - below are pictures of 140lbs. Enjoy. Hope you didn't eat anything. heheh</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last April (2010) I weighed 147 lbs. I am only 5'3" and maybe a quarter inch or two. My driver's license says I'm 5'5" and that I weigh 118 lbs - now I was wearing heels at the time, and I was 18 when I got that license. I was 122 lbs when I got married. I never gained the freshman 15. I don't recall having ever been on a exercise/diet regime. I didn't have to watch what I ate. It was a great life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For a food lover like me who loves the play of flavors, tasting something new, and exotic, sometimes comforting... it is hard to resist. There are simply so many recipes, a myriad of food to savor...there isn't enough of me to try it all. Oh, but I did try to taste it all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I felt... uck. St-uck, g-uck, m-uck, d-uck, b-uck? Okay, the last two were for fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you know me - I am pretty damn confident. I, frankly don't give a rat's ass what <a href="http://aloneontop.blogspot.com/2010/10/busted.html">people think</a>. (because we all know that <a href="http://aloneontop.blogspot.com/2010/10/busted.html">those</a> that get their skivvies in a knot aren't worth your time)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I do, however, care a lot about what <i>I</i> think (perhaps, a trait of every blogger). I could feel all that extra weight on me and it felt miserable. Like an extra sweater or two that your mom makes you wear when it's cold outside, but it's not <i>that</i> cold and you're just itching to get it off, because it's a knitted sweater out of wool, but you can't because your hands are stuck in these bright red mittens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I knew I had to do something. So I started exercising, regularly (sporadic exercising doesn't quite do it). I stopped cooking/baking like a madwoman. I started to work on getting back to what I felt was comfortable, what I knew was me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know many people worry about how they appear to others. That's <i>not</i> me. For me it's all about the crazy woman living in my head (there's more people, but that's another post). I blame her for all the inappropriate jokes and expletives that occasionally pop out of my mouth... willingly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Right now, I'm at 135 lbs. It's not where I want to be, yet. It's an improvement. My husband shakes his head when he hears me frustrated with working on my weight/health - and tells me I don't need to do it. He then compares me to other people - which, while I understand he's trying to be kind, supportive, etc... he just doesn't understand it's not about comparing myself to others. It never has been. It's about comparing myself to the image I see in the mirror.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Granted this can be complicated as, depending on which mirror I look at (the gym, my closet, my bathroom, or any shiny surface), the image can still be distorted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So what do you do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's easy for me to say thank you to people who compliment me - but what runs through my head as I thank them? It's usually an immediate dismissal of their kind compliments.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Don't get me wrong. I have my moments. Fleeting moments where I'll think - "dang girl... you're looking sassy today." Quite often, I think, "dang girl... we still got a lot to work on."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Which is why I don't have a problem running around all day, every day without a stitch of make up on my face. Not because I think I am naturally gorgeous, blah, blah. But because, I don't like the feel of make up every day, and I don't care what other people think of how I look. I like to look clean, decent and happy - but unless it's Church or a special event, occasion where dressing up is required, I just can't be bothered with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Beauty - is complicated. It's hard to pinpoint. I know I have my own issues to work out, with the girl in my head. I think I prefer my brand of crazy, to worrying about what others think of me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few notes. If by few, I mean... several.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">1. I've never had a guy, in my entire life seek me out. Which is probably why I enjoy stories where the male simply can't resist his desire for a woman. Let me amend that, never had a guy that I <i>found</i> attractive/had a personality that I also wanted to spend time with seek me out/ask me out first. Don't ask me why. I have no idea. Maybe too quirky? But man, don't we all love being fiercely desired? Mr. Firth-Jackman-McAvoy text me. (heh)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. My first kiss was at 19. It was... not what I expected, imagined, nor wanted, and it was a lot more wet, sloppy and goopy than I thought it would be. That first kiss was <i>not</i> a good one. However, subsequent kisses with other people, and my delicious husband were scrump-diddly-uptious. I love kissing. I have kissed four guys in my entire life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. The only times I've been hit-on (that I can remember, significantly) were after I had been to the gym, still in my sweaty gym clothes, in contacts, and stinky. I don't get it. Pheromones? If so, folks, I have just given you a secret potion. <i>(post edit: also, I should mention I was married, and had two children... where were they when I was single???)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">4. I am far too gifted in the thigh muscle department. Also the "baby got back" trunk too. Neither of my parents have this. I have spent much of my life trying to decimate them. Wish me luck. Also, my legs look much better upside down. <span style="font-size: small;">(I am always looking for tips to shrink them... they are mostly muscle - so how do I shrink them - tell me!)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5. Earlier this year I was at the gym trying to get advice on eliminating my sexy thighs. Two instructors, at two different times asked me how much I weighed - when I told them I was 140 lbs at the time, they both had the same reaction. Stunned silence, then mumbly, verbal recovery. They told me I needed to run. I hate running. Hate it. Unless zombies want to munch on my brain, why do I need to run? I'd much prefer to kickbox <i>their</i> brains out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">6. The truth is, I miss my lithe body. I wish I could go back in time and tell that girl a couple things. First, you feel/look fantastic. Second, do your old self a favor and start an exercise regimen. Starting in my mid-twenties sort of put me behind the eight ball. I'm making up and paying for it now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">7. When I go exercise and my daughters ask me why - I tell them, that I exercise to be healthy, strong and it makes me happy. I don't explain that it makes me happy after I kill myself at the gym... but they'll learn that when they're older. Endorphins rule. For now, all exercise is fun for them. I work really hard not to talk about how "fat" I feel around them. I am not always successful - but I am trying not to warp them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wrote this post for my friend, the <a href="http://californiamuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-incredible.html">greek goddess</a>. She's working on putting together ideas for beauty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wouldn't say I am beautiful. I'm too modestly Asian for that. I will say that I'm beautifully quirky. I do believe that. I don't have a face that lends itself to the proclaimed, agreed upon beauty. I have my moments of shine. I know I am aging...because the calendar says so, but I don't feel it, or see it. Or am I unwilling to see it? I do find some in my hair when I have to get it highlighted because more white hairs are showing up. But I just don't feel my age. I don't know if time has bent, but I feel like my 20s were just yesterday. Today, I just happened to have two little girls, growing up in mere seconds before my eyes. I suppose that's why, since I don't feel old - I don't feel like I should "act" my age. Maybe that offends people - I don't give a damn. It makes me ridiculously cheerful and full of energy. Perhaps that's the secret of life. Teasing, tricking our brains to act the way we want, not what the world dictates we ought to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe we really can... become what we think about. Maybe true happiness is simply living and defining the life, and all those other conundrums, like beauty, the way you, and you in your head want to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of my favorite quotes all through high school and college was by Helen Keller. "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be touched or even seen, they must be felt with the heart."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Perhaps, I should answer myself... "you", when posed with the question, "who's the fairest of them all?"</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4wKl2YJTtg/ThPqs0kUXFI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/sCQhEnMxepg/s1600/IMG_1066.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4wKl2YJTtg/ThPqs0kUXFI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/sCQhEnMxepg/s640/IMG_1066.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="color: #666666;">Taken from my closet's mirror. July 2011 137/135lbs...and counting... down I hope. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="color: #666666;">And for those of you that do care... I don't care that you get to see my messy closet. *grin*</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bonus Features:</span> </span></i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2005/10/to-young-women?lang=eng&query=modesty+holland">A post on beauty</a> that I love. By a great man. You should <a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2005/10/to-young-women?lang=eng&query=modesty+holland">read it.</a> You should <a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2005/10/to-young-women?lang=eng&query=modesty+holland">share it</a>. We should all commit to doing a better job at being gentler on ourselves. I'll need reminders. I am forgetful like that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2011/06/for-several-years-and-many-different.html">A pos</a>t I enjoyed - I love the idea of tailoring clothes to fit our different body types. I would love to have my own, inexpensive mind you, tailor. When I was at BYU studying broadcast journalism, buying suits for on camera work was a pain. In fact, it was what I thought was a oddly proportioned body that messed a lot with the woman in my head. I had to buy a size 4 suit jacket and a size 6 skirt/pants. So I could never, ever buy a complete suit set. Or if I did, the top would be too big for my tiny boobs. Now they're tiny, and deflated. But they're mine. They're glorious for providing an endless supply of milk. I missed my true calling as a nursemaid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These last couple days I've seen articles on the vainest cities - funny as I was working on this post for a couple weeks now. <i>"You're so vain... you probably think this song is about you, don't you..."</i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">ps. I shared my weight. Do you know how big that is? (pun, intended) Now, don't go spreading it around. Ha!</span></span></i></div>QueenScarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270993732115125040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491404714256738909.post-31018000648916859082011-07-06T07:30:00.000-07:002011-07-06T07:30:02.147-07:00Apricot Compote Cheesecake Bars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you Martha Stewart. These are simply divine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For the delicious recipe - go <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/337154/apricot-cheesecake-bars">here</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First you cook the apricots. The recipe says four - but I threw in one more. You cook it with sugar and a bit of salt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then you puree it with a lemon juice and water (I doubled the lemon juice) in a food processor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Then take a skewer and gently make your own designs. My girls thought these looked like dancing stars.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Voila - all done and baked... cool and then let it sit in your fridge for two hours. </span><br />
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Yesterday after our Fourth of July fare I started washing the pots, pans and cookie sheets. I had only the wok and a cookie sheet left when my 6YO shouted excitedly, "I want to do that! Can I help?!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just a breath behind her, my 4YO shouted, "Me too! Me too! I want to too!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For a moment, it seemed as if time had shifted, <i>perhaps paused</i>, and I had a momentary vision of what it would be like not to wash pots and pans anymore. I knew this fantasy would fade if I didn't react quickly, so through a fog of confusion I struggled to make my stunned tongue move itself into recognizable words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"<i>uh</i>, YES, YES, <i>YES</i>... YAY! Now, get the step stool and get over here!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then as I supervised, they joyfully, enthusiastically washed up my wok and sheet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O' glorious, glorious day of freedom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let independence reign!</span><br />
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</a></div><span style="font-size: large;">By the by, Sunday evening our town had a fireworks show. Last year when we went we were in a spot where everyone else was and it took us 1.5 hours to leave the parking lot, after a 20 min show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This year, we found our own private spot and left, with no traffic jams. We'll be there next year. We are <i>not</i> telling you where it is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All set up for a bit of painting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My oldest is all about art, writing, dancing, singing, and is pretty much my little creative genius. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My youngest is right there next to her sister, they enjoy doing so many things together, all the time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While they were busying making their little masterpieces, I busied myself in the kitchen doing what I love most...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chocolate cupcakes <span style="font-size: small;">(I used the chocolate cake recipe from <a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/chocolate-cake-coffee-frosting-cookies-00000000057756/index.html">Real Simple Magazine</a>)</span>, filled with a dollop of nutella and a strawberry/raspberry/lemon sauce <span style="font-size: small;">(I used the Ina Garten <a href="http://www.housebeautiful.com/kitchens/recipes/eton-mess-no-bake-dessert-recipe-1210">eton mess recipe</a> for the sauce & added chopped strawberries)</span>, then frosted with dark <a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/chocolate-ganache-frosting-00000000056623/index.html">chocolate ganache</a> <span style="font-size: small;">(I used the Trader Joe's pound plus dark chocolate bar instead of semi-sweet chocolate)</span>, decorated with a milk chocolate crisp and a slice of strawberry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My little masterpieces displaying their masterpieces, eating mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>I feel so grateful to have the luxury to create, simple things that bring joy. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm trying to be really good by limiting my sugars and carbs... and of course, this is when all I can think of is tasty, tasty treats.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">S'mores make me happy... here's a s'more my hubby came up with - that is so satisfying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have you had the <a href="http://www.naturevalley.com/ProductDetail.aspx?ProductId=37">nature valley granola thins</a>? Dark chocolate and crispy granola... what's not to like?! Always use kraft marshmallows. I've tried a diff't brand, because they had ginormous marshmallows - <i>average</i>. Stick to the good stuff. However, you can always change up the chocolate - always go for better chocolate... makes a world of difference.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday I made s'mores for my daughters made up of homemade, dark chocolate ganache. They gobbled it right up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just looking at these pictures makes me perk up a bit.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Cheers!</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Where am I?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, I've been out and about with my girls all summer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Swimming, creating art, exploring, working on workbooks, cooking, baking, imagining... all of it... offline. It's been great!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ps. There's also been a fair bit of this...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and this... </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">We're like detectives, scouting out evidence that a family lives here.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Join me by posting a proof of family, with your commentary.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Then, tack on my button and include it in your post. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Remember to add your link via Mr. Linky.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Ready, set, go!</span></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think one of the most telling things about a relationship between a child and their father is simply, <i>are you glad when he comes home?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have this primary song the kids sing. Here are my daughters singing it for their Daddy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am so grateful that I found a man who plays with his daughters. I am so grateful that he is silly with them. I am so grateful that he is patient, and loving <i>and</i> it shows. He works hard doing what is needed, for those he loves. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am so grateful for my hunny bunny. Before choosing a spouse I knew I wanted a man my daughters wouldn't dread, or fear, but one they would be thrilled to have at home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today, this post is late in the day because we have been trying to create a clean, peaceful home for our hard-working Daddy to return home to.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enjoy this video of another <i>real</i> man. A true father.</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just an ordinary flat sheet, right? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That's what the pirates want you to think. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Get the rigging, lasses! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now, the simple sheet has transformed into the lovely long locks of Rapunzel. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I took this picture my oldest said they were posing for a movie poster.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My daughters are dragging their flat sheets throughout the house. The game they play the most, is reenacting scenes, and singing songs from Tangled. It is really adorable, except when it isn't, and you wonder where that blasted mute button is. Ha! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This week has been filled with swimming, outings and play dates. So I've been light on the blog posts, because I've been reading too. This will likely continue the whole of summer. But I will try to focus to make it each Friday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am lucky my girls play so well together. They have their moments, but don't we all? These posts are my way of counting my many blessings.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">We're like detectives, scouting out evidence that a family lives here.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Join me by posting a proof of family, with your commentary.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Then, tack on my button and include it in your post. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Remember to add your link via Mr. Linky.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Ready, set, go!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, what do we have here? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Looks like a room freshly vacuumed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No, wait... just a balance beam.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">We're like detectives, scouting out evidence that a family lives here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When you don't have to be anywhere, at a specific time... time stops holding any meaning. Am I right? Please say yes... just nod, maybe even just a little blink.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Monday I woke to find a tornado mess in my toy room. To be fair, it wasn't just my daughters. So after a royal conniption, on my part, we worked together to get it back in order. Then at 3:50pm I looked at the clock and panicked. We had swim lessons at 4pm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before my daughters knew it a madwoman was running around screaming her head off, something about "go pee now! get changed now! get your sandals! run into the car! NOW NOW NOW NOW!" also... "I FORGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT We're going to be LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE! RUN RUN RUN!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Luckily, we flew into the lessons like bats out of hell just 6 minutes late. I am not disclosing any speed records I may, or may not have set.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I simultaneously stripped the girls of their robes, sandals and threw them into the pool, and then I looked up to notice their swim teacher was teaching a different student. There was a little thing in the back of mind wondering... "odd, what day is today?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The kind swim school owner came over and asked me, what day our lessons were... all I could get out of my mouth was, "um, 4pm I think... I could swear... I <i>think</i>?" He checked the computer schedule and told me it was <b>Tuesdays</b> at 4pm...NOT Mondays at 4pm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thankfully, we had a make up lesson to schedule, and they had a teacher that had students that didn't show up. So we got lucky. The girls had their lesson. *Breathe*</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I made a mental note that <i>Tuesday</i> at 4pm were our lessons.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tuesday morning we woke luxuriously at 9am. I told the girls we had swimming at 4pm. Aha! I remembered. I made scrambled eggs for the girls around 10am. We opened up a brand new set of paints, brushes and paper. We walked to the park at 3:15pm. I texted some friends, and Ruby and her kids joined us around 4:20pm. I started to relay our crazy Monday experience about swim around 5pm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mid-story my heart dropped.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I checked my iPhone and saw it was 5pm. HOLY *&%^%$#%^&&^**^%*&&**& < <----- that is not me censoring... that is what actually happened in my empty, summer brain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was relaying a story about forgetting what day swim was... as I was missing swim, irony, no? Also... tragically hilarious. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So... I've baked a cake for the swim school. It's what I do when I have screwed up someone else's schedule with this forgetful brain of mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At this point I can see my sister, who has grown accustomed to my forgetfulness... shaking her head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've lost my marbles and haven't the slightest idea where to find them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is it okay that I blame summer? Thanks, that means a lot.</span></div>QueenScarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270993732115125040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491404714256738909.post-24278331002342624742011-06-07T10:50:00.000-07:002011-06-07T10:50:25.747-07:00Happiness Post: Post 26<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A clear desk in the office... which is once in a blue moon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But you know how things are out of sight out of mind? I am going to have a hard time remembering bills, events, etc... it's like a cleared space, clears out my brain too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe that's why I'm so happy right now. heh</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This morning while my girls 6YO Avant Garde Gal (AGG) and 4YO Dauntless Daughter (DD) were eating cereal, I was reheating some of the delicious food from an International potluck last night. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While the microwave was still heating my breakfast, I tooted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">AGG: *excitedly looking around* Is Daddy here?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">QS: No, why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">AGG: I heard a fart. It sounded just Daddy's fart. I thought he was here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">QS: hahahahahah No, he's not here. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">AGG: Your fart sounded <i>just</i> like Daddy's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Apparently, my intestines are pretty good at impersonation.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Monday all! Cheers!</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ps. Posting may be light this summer... because... we're playing, and tooting. </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">pps. It wasn't stinky. I know you were wondering. </span></i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wouldn't you love to go to <span style="font-size: x-large;">Paris</span>? I would. Check it out at<span style="font-size: x-large;"> <a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris%20">Oh Happy Day!</a></span> They fart there too, right?</span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Exhibit 9:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What do we have here?</span><br />
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Yes, this is how we spent Memorial Day. The weather here has been unusually cool. Instead of the hot summer days, we are experiencing the oddest weather... midwest-style. It was too windy to enjoy a relaxing picnic, so we kept it indoors.</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That means... pajamas for the parents!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>What do you do when the weather refuses to cooperate?</i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">We're like detectives, scouting out evidence that a family lives here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">May totally kicked my ba-dunk-a-dunk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First grade open house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A first grade field trip to the farm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then Momma kicked up her heels and let it all groove out with some black eyed peas gals...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The morning after my girls night out... I woke up with a cuddle bug. Life is good. I am so grateful.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Cheers!</span></i></div><span style="font-size: large;">Two more days of school!!! Yahoo!</span><br />
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</span></div>QueenScarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270993732115125040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491404714256738909.post-77316537050560038492011-05-27T08:00:00.000-07:002011-05-27T08:00:03.159-07:00Friday: A Family Lives Here - Exhibit 8<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll be posting each Friday with the same theme of </span><a href="http://aloneontop.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-family-lives-here-exhibit-1.html" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"A Family Lives Here"</a><span style="font-style: italic;">. Hope you like it. Hope you join in on the fun.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What are these kids up to?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Looks like we're in the middle of class... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yep, we're definitely in school. Shhhhh....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Look - they even have a class schedule. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">We're like detectives, scouting out evidence that a family lives here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am letting my girls stay up tonight to watch... <a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/">SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE? (#SYTYCD)</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We're going to pop popcorn over the stove, break open some Limonata San Pellegrino...and move and groove to the music. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">SUMMER is officially here. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've missed you, you crazy judges, choreographers... creative geniuses and kooky kids. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let's get it on... aw, yeah, yeah!</span><br />
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</span></div><span style="font-size: large;">They're having a whole little ceremony with caps and gowns. It'll be sweet. I hope it stops raining by then, as it is being held outside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She'll start kindergarten this fall... I'm trying not to think about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, and I made these cupcakes for my first grader's kindergarten teacher. It was for her daughter's birthday party. I loved my little painter palettes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ps. May is kicking my badunkadunk - I am exhaustapooped. The month's been non-stop things to do, places to go, items to remember... I can't wait until May is <i>over</i>. Also, I have senioritis baaaaad. And I'm the mom.</span></div>QueenScarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270993732115125040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491404714256738909.post-70111596827553934572011-05-24T08:30:00.000-07:002011-05-24T08:30:53.946-07:00Happiness Post:: Post 25<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">I have a love/hate relationship with exercise. It's the same love/hate thing I have with cleaning. Maybe it's why I enjoy cooking/baking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">With cooking/baking - there's a finish. You create a beautiful, tasty something - and then it's complete. It gets eaten. You don't have to repeat the dish - you can make something different. It's never boring.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Meanwhile, with cleaning and exercising - it's never, ever complete. It's an ongoing Sisyphus kind of a battle. It is infuriating. Yet, I love having a clean house, even if it lasts just two minutes after its been cleaned. I love feeling strong after a workout, even though I have to agonize over it again the next day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So... being healthy makes me happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So do fruit parfaits.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So do... my pink boden heels - they're like a little party on my feet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And... shoes don't care how jiggly you are. They always fit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cheers!</span><br />
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</a></div><span style="font-size: large;">ps. Dude... I look like a different person w/out glasses. Is that totally weird? It's a bit jarring for me. I could totally be a superhero w/my glasses as a disguise.</span><br />
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