tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57850983125550910022012-01-06T11:37:26.806-08:00Sometimes I just have to write what I am thinking - it makes me feel good.Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02533407259937064875noreply@blogger.comBlogger9171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785098312555091002.post-41086725421685206462010-04-16T09:33:00.000-07:002010-04-16T09:33:53.016-07:00

So my dear SIL reminded me, just yesterday, that I haven't done a Damn Crafty Friday in a while. So here it goes, inspired by her - h/t rebbi. I need new curtains in my downstairs. One day I will totally get on that, but first I have to find some fabric to fall in love with and it just hasn't happened for me yet. When I first made the ugly curtains in my living room and dining room, we were on a

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In honor of my weekend of testosterone free camping, "We Don't Need No Stinking Men" One day he said he'd pitch a tent for you You let him do it because you thought you ought to But the rain came down and the rain flap flew You felt so cold as the water soaked through Some days you're sure that you need his hand but my Ya Ya tells me we don't need a man If you want your tent to be up and dry

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I'm Going To Dust You, Now It's gotten embarrassing to look at you anymore covered with particles of me, and dirt. To look is unavoidable, you're right in front of my face. Traced lines of all the others who've touched you before, now covered in slightly less obvious signs of neglect. They never loved you enough to complete the job. I could erase all of it, make you clean again. No other

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The boy and I were waiting for The Girl to finish her audition when a rather ridiculous exchange took place. The boy: Mom, you don't work, so you don't make any money. Me: I don't make any money, but I do have a job. My job is to be your mom. The boy: Awesome, so if I don't like the way you tuck me in tonight, I can fire you! Me: Thankfully, it doesn't work that way. He's kind of a funny kid

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A friend of mine has begun a new tradition of posting random poetry on his facebook page. I like it! I think from now on we should have random poetry day, instead of Friday Random 10. The rule is the poem has to be about something random in your daily life - that is all. You can do it freestyle, haiku, limerick - it doesn't matter. Here's mine for today: Slim Chance Beer Light beers, like water,

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When I was a teenager, I remember being too worried about how it would look, to go anywhere alone. If I wanted to get a cup of coffee, I needed to get a group together to head over to The Pannikin in La Jolla. Getting coffee was an event, something to do with my boring life. Now it's a time killer in between all of these things I've created for myself to do to occupy my time. If I had ever had

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The kids have decided they no longer want me around. I'm embarrassing, I guess. I don't really blame them, I'd be sick of me after all these years, too. It started last year when they wanted me to stop meeting them at the bust stop when they come home. I obliged, because it is just at the end of the street, Ri isn't going to let Ro do anything stupid walking from the corner to our house, and I

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Every year, around this time, we are suppose to go out and buy chocolate, flowers and evidently dinner at the nicest restaurant in town - with every other couple in town. I say fuck it! I hate Valentine's Day!I don't need some artificial holiday to tell me that it is time to remind my husband that I love him. Shouldn't we remind each other every day? I remember when we got married, the minister

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Growing up, I was certain of one thing - I never wanted to live in a house where yelling and fighting were the norm. My house wasn't a loud house. Screaming and yelling happened from time to time, but it was never expected or completely without purpose.My first repeated exposure to a loud house came when I was seven and went to stay with my aunt and uncle. Around there, people didn't fret over

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I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Today I was kind of a mess. This morning I went to the kids' school to volunteer, as usual, and completely forgot that I was supposed to do other volunteer work before leaving. CRAP! I was supposed to put all of the laundry away, because it is sitting in baskets all folded up, but then I went to clean the dishes and I forgot to come back to the laundry.

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Democrats, I don't want any wimps representing me. It's just a fact. I don't ever vote for candidates who hunker down in a bunker crying in the fetal position as the shit hits the fan. I don't like liars who triangulate with corporate lobbyist entities who exist just to screw me over. And I really hate it when my politicians act like whiny cry babies who can't do anything to counter the vile

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I'm anal about raw egg. It stems from my weak stomach, our poor excuse for a FDA, and the fact that I used to find myself nauseous every single time I licked the spoon after making raw cookie dough - which is sad because as a teenager, I used to eat more of the dough than the actual cookies without ever getting sick. Our farm management styles have all gone way down hill since then.Anyway,

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You ever have one of those months where it seemed like everything and every part of your life was trying to tell you something? Like a billboard on the highway in Wyoming, you can't ignore the messages. They are all telling you the same thing, "Come to The AmericInn", and then before you know it, you can't leave Wyoming without obliging. I'm certain the events of this month have been telling me

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The decorations are down, the parties are done and in a few short hours it will be time to wake the kids up to start a regular week of school. My house will probably thank me for the opportunity to whip it back in to tip top shape - Oh who the hell am I kidding - at least the laundry will get done.I also will be back to work on my various volunteer obligations and working hard to cut back on that

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You could go to a million pancake houses in any-town USA and not find a one that will serve you my daughter's build-your-own pancake creation she ordered this morning.My friend from school was in town and meeting us for breakfast. We agreed on The Original, I had never been, but I'd heard all good things. It was a great place for a relaxed catch up breakfast with an old friend, one chatty kid,

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On my daughter's first day of kindergarten, I came home from dropping her off at school, sat in the rocking chair we bought just before she was born, and cried for about 15 minutes. That first week was brutally awful. I wondered how anyone could handle sending a child to college, when I couldn't take walking by her quiet room for the whopping two and a half hours she was at school.I wasn't lonely

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This year, I've been volunteering in my son's class as a reading group mom. What this means, is that I read books with a group of kids and then we do some plot exploration, vocabulary building, and comprehension retention exercises, together. I have to say, these exercises are paying some very unexpected dividends.A few weeks ago, my son's reading group and I read a book about Michael Jordan, the

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I've struggled through 9 years of dog ownership, trying to learn how to walk my dogs without killing myself in the process. Ajax is not an easy going fella. He was born a sled dog and will die a sled dog. He knows only one pace, and he pretty much hates all other dogs. He doesn't want to harm other dogs, he just wants them to stay the hell away from him and his people - Martini, of course, being

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I made this up this morning and they are awesome so I have to commit it to writing - don't want to forget this one:chop 1/2 cup cold butter in to cubes2 cups flour3 tsp baking powder1/2 tsp salt1/2 tsp cinnamon1/4 tsp nutmeg1/4 tsp cloves2/3 cups brown sugar1 15 oz can organic pumpkin from Trader Joe'sIn mixer combine all of the ingredients except for the pumpkin. Mix for about a minute or until

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I was busy yesterday, enjoying one of our final days of sun before the big winter strikes the Pacific Northwest. We spent the day at the zoo - finally visiting the lions for the first time.So anyway, here's the recipe for the greatest dirty graveyard ever:2 boxes of Pillsbury Fudge Brownies (prepare as directed and bake in a large round cake pan for 22-25 minutes, or until cooked through and

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Last weekend, my husband and I went away for an entire weekend, all alone, for the first time in about 10 and a half years. Crazy right?The craziest part is that we didn't know what we were doing the last time we went away. We had just barely become parents for the first time. I got sick right after our plane landed, with just about the worst flu I'd ever had. And I was a wreck, the entire time.

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Sometimes I wish that I had been a dancer when I was younger, just so I would know how the hell to handle my daughter's choice of favorite activities. It is impossible for me to traverse this delicate web of craziness that is the dancing world, because I don't have a clue what I'm doing.I'm not a stage mom - I don't care what role my daughter gets, or how perfectly she dances the part. I just

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My boy turns eight this Saturday. Eight-years-old, my baby! It feels weird to think of him, not as a little boy, but a big kid ready to take on the universe - at least the other kids on the playground.Last year my boy struggled, really truly struggled to make it through the school year. He hated the bullying, couldn't stand the atmosphere in his class, and really just wanted school to be about

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My daughter is a tween now. They warn that girls get moody, sulky, brooding, and difficult around age 10 or 11, and right on schedule, my girl entered in to a very blue period around the end of last school year. There tend to be causes, beyond hormones, for the onset of these difficult days. In her case, huge changes were on the horizon. At the end of last year, she learned that her best friend

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EffortlessPassion and rage erase the memories of hate-filled tirades.The days of our youth held promises we've all lost.Hoping to change the consequences with remorse - now?Effort lost and tried, on and on, into perpetuity.Weakly crying the tears of forgiving grace.Black hearts beating to the sound of soft pink sighs.Honing in on the idea of happiness, peddled for cheap in bookstores.Progress

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It's been hard this week to feel engaged in the health care debate. I've been busy ripping out carpet and laying down new floors in Ro's room (by the way, this means I had an excuse to go to IKEA). His room is just about done, we just need to go to the masonry store this weekend to pick up some baseboards and door casing so I can finish the job. I even put in a new ceiling fan, because yeah, I'm

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At a rally for health care reform, of course:In Portland, Saturday, August 29 at 10:00 amat Terry Schrunk Plaza, 1200 SW 3rd

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For the final leg of our trip, we visited the great Yellowstone National Park. We had never been to the park before, though we'd heard many good things. I have to say - we were not disappointed by all the hype!I think Yellowstone National Park, is the most amazing place I've ever seen! It is no wonder that surveyors for the Lewis and Clark expedition, who came back reporting the amazing scenes to

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Mt. Rushmore was the turn around point of our trip. We enjoyed the beauty of the flag down ceremony the night before, but that was only half the experience! We needed to view the monument in the full glow of the morning sunlight, before heading on our way to Cody, WY. Any picture one could take with a cell phone or a crappy camera turned out looking like a post card quality photo. It was

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Some people would look for the quickest route between Oregon and South Dakota, when attempting to get to Mt. Rushmore and back in one short week - not us! We decided to take a side trip down the old Oregon Trail, to Guernsey, WY. If you've never been to Guernsey, well then you've been missing out on a whole lot of Pioneer excitement.My daughter read a lot of Pioneer diaries as she studied the

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02533407259937064875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785098312555091002.post-54816026048717912162009-08-17T14:51:00.000-07:002009-08-17T15:17:56.362-07:00

Liberals can learn something by leaving the comforts of our blue state homes to travel through a bunch of red states. On our trip last week, I did just that.We made it a policy to stop for many of the famous landmarks along the way, places with historic significance, like Register Cliff, The Oregon Trail Ruts, and Fort Laramie, in Wyoming. We also traveled along the Snake River in Idaho to Three

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We started off our trip in Boise, ID. Boise is a cute little town, and we really enjoyed our hotel and dinner at Donnie Mac's Trailer Park Cafe. The Oxford Suites is the place to stay when stopping in Boise because it is near everything, they give you free cocktails and snacks in the evening, a free real breakfast buffet in the morning, and the pool was the perfect size to exercise the kids

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As the picture shows, we made it to Mt. Rushmore! I have to say, it was more beautiful than I had expected! Coming this week, a complete recap of our trip. I've got some laundry and other boring chores to complete today, but I promise to have some pictures and the first installment up later today (or tonight)!

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I've had such a hard time getting sleep for the past few weeks.There are many reasons for this: *It's been unusually hot.*One of my neighbors (haven't figured out which one yet) leaves their loud ass barking dog outside every night.*I'm afraid another ghost will visit me in my dream (not really worried, but a little concerned)Sunday night, I was deeply asleep at 3AM; there were no dogs barking

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I was watching a table full of black and white men discussing the politics of Health Care Reform this morning on "Meet The Press", and I just about wanted to vomit. The discussion was taking place between five securely insured men who will never have to worry about losing their home to pay for cancer treatment. They'll never have to choose between groceries and necessary medication for their

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I am always slow to watch documentaries that every good liberal feels required to see. As an example, still haven't seen The Inconvenient Truth, and I was at least a year late for every single one of them except Fahrenheit 9/11. Today I finally did commit to watching Sicko. It's been in my queue for a while, and with health care topping the list of issues in America today I figured it was about

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I'm suddenly very fascinated by ghosts. I blame my children and their recent interest in the Ghost Adventurers series on The Travel Channel. It is truly not a good show, and I wouldn't recommend it for normal children - but I have strange dark ghost loving kids who enjoy this show tremendously. Ri is convinced they are a bunch of idiots and Ro is convinced they are the most bad ass ghost seeking

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02533407259937064875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785098312555091002.post-81341538876102711802009-07-02T20:01:00.000-07:002009-07-02T20:02:51.938-07:00

I big squishy heart this song, not this particular version so much, but I do find it awesome that tween/teen pop singers south of the border are far more fun than ours.OK, I'm gonna go dance now!

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Dad is still up in Alaska, but today while I was out at the gym I got a message on my machine, "I just heard on the radio that Al Franken won! Late breaking news, I thought that was kind of cool..."We're Minnesotans, originally, and dad knows I've had a beer with Al before - so this would be particularly pleasing news for somebody like me. I had, of course, already heard. I'm on Twitter and

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I'm sure some would find my parenting techniques a little appalling and questionable, but I don't care. Nor did I worry when my daughter announced that she was devoting a wall of her bedroom to the remembrance of dead famous people. I think it's very fun and interesting - in a weird sort of way.With the death of Farrah Faucet and Michael Jackson on Thursday, she was able to start her project with

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02533407259937064875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785098312555091002.post-49778520900573898692009-06-23T12:21:00.000-07:002009-06-23T12:35:00.628-07:00

It's funny how time doesn't mean anything during the summer. We forget what day it is, what date it is, and certainly fail to operate on a set time clock.This morning, Ro asked me, "Mom what day is it?""Tuesday, I think.", I said."NO!!! MOM WHAT DAY IS IT? 4TH 19TH 29TH? WHAT DAY IS IT?!!!", he yelled."I don't have any idea. Ri! What day is it?" I yelled to Ri. She never answered.He moved on

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Ri is having a hard time this summer. It isn't fun for her, knowing that she won't see many of her friends at school next year, especially when she's already going through withdrawals just one week in to summer. Don't get me wrong, we currently have a cul de sac full of friends for her to play with. In fact, we're bubbling over with girls. One would expect Ro to be the kid with the adjustment

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Every father is not equally deserving of love and praise for Father's Day. Too many are completely absent from their children's lives, and that is very sad. It is sad for the children, sad for the mother who is more likely to live in poverty, and exceptionally sad for the father who is missing out on the unconditional love we have for our dads. My father deserves my heartfelt love and

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Procrastinating Running late Being lostForgetting to drink coffee until after headache beginsEating cheese that smells like feet and tastes like sour milk.Drinking burnt, stale coffee late in the day. MicrowavesNationally syndicated none public radio stations - featuring Ryan SeacrestSudden, unexpected changes in the weatherMaking a double batch of cookies when one would be enough. Iranian

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The end of the first week of summer is already upon us - time flies when we are having so much freakin fun!!!1. Midnight Sun - Ella Fitzgerald *how appropriate!*2. I'll Kiss You - Cyndi Lauper3. Get Up Offa That Thing - James Brown4. Yesterday Girl - The Smithereens5. Radio Campaign - M. Ward6. In The Good Old Summertime - My kids old Micky Mouse CD!! Woot, what a random pull!7. I Write Sins Not

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Apparently, part of Oregon's culture of not helping rape victims includes the practice of not having hospitals automatically bill the state for rape kits in the prosecution of crimes.Thankfully, the Federal Violence Against Women Act forces states to ban the practice of out right charging victims for their rape kits. Oregon's law is currently written to comply with this Act by reimbursing victims

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Will the Oregon Legislature do the right thing and change existing Oregon rape laws, before the Legislative session ends? Or will they continue to allow non-violent drug offenders to serve longer terms in prison than some rapists?There are 18 states that consider drunk women, who are personally responsible for their own intoxicated state, to be inherently incapable of saying no to sex.

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So as I discussed in great detail earlier in the school year, my son has spent a lot of time playing the part of a first grade punching bag. Many weeks later, and with lots of mommy intervention, Ro is well on his way to being a stand up don't mess with me kind of guy. More importantly, he appears to be well equipped with the tools to fix any troubles thrown his way.The last few weeks, we've

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I used to see the "Mom's Taxi" bumper stickers and really not get it. I mean I had kids, they came with me everywhere I went, but a Taxi service? Really? They're my family and I love having them with me. Then my kids grew older. Ri became obsessed with ballet. And suddenly I'm getting it.I don't think I use my car to do things for myself, pretty much ever. If I get in the car it is to pick up

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I hate telephones. I know I've made this point in the past, but it is time to bring it up again, because the issue has moved front and center in my life again this week.Certain people can call me any time and I will be happy to hear from them and excited to talk to them on the phone. Most of these people don't ever call me, though. Typically if my home phone would ring, I would hear some annoying

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There is a new trend in America that hearkens back to a not so glorious time in history - the roaring 20's and Prohibition. This excellently intriguing story from the New York Times, makes me long to find a nearby speakeasy, just so I can see them try to stuff my martini in to a tea cup.I would secretly LOVE to run a retro bar, but I think I'd have to go Wild West, complete with dancing saloon

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Yesterday was Pet Day in Ro's classroom. For me, this meant rushing around to get my schedule clear just in time to trot Martini in to his class (a few minutes late). We had to sneak in while another child was presenting her pet. Martini wouldn't go quietly though. It took a lot to decide which of our pets to bring with us. Ajax hates other dogs and is likely to bark at them - causing other dog

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I want to go dancing. Random, right? I don't know why, but I'm sitting here surfing the nets for the first time in days and all I can think about is wanting to turn off the boring Martha Stewart show that is droning on in the background, crank up some tunes and dance. Alas, I can't that would mess my hair and my clothes and I'm about to leave for a trip to Salem. Suppose that means I should act

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Holy Cakelike Scones Batman! These are awesomeness Sadie Style:2 over ripe mashed bananas1/2 cup butter2 cups flour1/2 cup quick cooking oats3 tsp baking powder1/2 tsp salt1/3 cup sugar1/2 cup vanilla yogurt1/2 cup walnutscinnamon sugar for toppingPreheat oven to 375 degrees. Cut cold butter in to pieces, add flour, oats, baking powder, salt and sugar. Combine in mixer until all of the butter is

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This morning, Barack Obama gave a great speech on National Security, with the Constitution as a backdrop. One thing often forgotten during the Bush Administration was The Constitution, so it was a nice visual. The meat and potatoes of the speech was a powerful rebuke of the entire Bush effort to make us safe by allowing 9/11/01 to occur in the first place followed by a war of choice that had

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Last night, in the car, on the way to Ri's ballet class, we had a discussion about her latest crush. She had some friends over for a sleepover the other night, and evidently all of her friends like the same two boys. A.W.K.W.A.R.D. - right? But that is what it is like to be ten years old. Evidently, Ri was afraid to tell her friends who she likes - she didn't want anybody to be upset or feel

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This morning, I experimented with scones. Here are two original Sadie recipes.Blueberry, cherry walnut:1/2 cup butter cold and chopped1 3/4 cups flour1/2 cup quick cook oats1/3 cup sugar1/4 cup dried cherries1/4 cup dried blueberries1/2 cups walnuts2 tsp baking powder1/2 tsp salt1/2 tsp cinnamon3/4 cup milkCinnamon sugar to sprinkle.In kitchenAid mixed, combine butter, sugar, cinnamon, flour,

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My kids attend a pretty awesome school, hopefully the loss of about $39 million to their district's budget for 2009-2010 won't destroy their elementary years completely. I have high hopes that the kick ass parents of our town will continue to volunteer thousands of hours to make sure that all won't be lost, but I'm devastated none the less.At our school, community volunteers are one of our best

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Somehow, seemingly innocent meal conversations in this house turn to random discussions of craziness - on a frequent and regular basis. I think my daughter says things about "normal" people and being "regular" just to get me going on a rant. This time, at least, her statement about our lack of normalcy was at least prompted by a moment that should prompt such things.My son was headed to the

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This week, I had a meeting scheduled every night except Friday. This is hard on my husband - who works very hard and has to work with my crazy evening activity schedule to fill in where needed so I can get where I need to go (preferably on time - which he's done a pretty good job at lately). Dinners still have to be made, kids picked up and shuffled around, etc.Monday was a meeting I couldn't

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Happy Mother's Day a day late. I had a great Mother's Day. Ro made me a flower pot with paper flowers. Ri made me a card. And The Husband bought me the most amazing chocolates while he was in New Hampshire on Friday. Swan Chocolates! Holy cow, seriously these are amazing and everybody ought to try them at some point in their life. Since I may never get to New Hampshire, and who knows if James

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Ri came out of the dressing room after ballet class with a very sad face, "MOM! The level four girls are always throwing stuff all over the dressing room and I've looked everywhere - I CAN'T FIND MY OTHER SHOE!"In ten-year-old girl mind this is an enormous tragedy and she will need a lot of help to be talked down. "First, calm down. It will all be OK. Second, go back in there and move their stuff

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1. The other day, I was in Michael's headed for the only check out line that was open. I had to buy my fine 100% cotton yarns and quilting needles. There was a baby crying and throwing a bored/tired fit of rage, while lying in his infant seat, waiting for his mom to finish checking out. She seemed a little frazzled and detached from the moment. She was tired, I'm sure, and what could she do? She

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Sometimes it is easy to doubt that my children belong to me, but days like today I'm reminded just how much this girl of mine is my child.I should start this story as it began in earnest, a couple of weeks ago. Ri was getting in the shower when I noticed the mole on her back was looking very red and irritated. I am a very fair Minnesota skinned woman. Even in Oregon, with our three months of sun

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I sort of remember the days when The Husband and I would regularly go out on dates. I think I was about eighteen then. Life was free and easy. We didn't have as many bills and certainly not the responsibilities we have today. Date nights were sweet and often a little funny. We've always liked to joke with each other. Fast forward fifteen years, and you find a much different experience on Saturday

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With HULU, who needs a dish or cable? I think if we get crafty, we could still see all of our favorites and spend very little money each month doing it. I am just getting rather tired of paying ever-increasing ridiculous amounts of money for something we just don't use enough to justify the cost. What do you use? And have you thought about just how much it costs?BTW, I had to embed this mostly so

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Breaking News as of three minutes ago - Arlen Specter to change affiliation to Democrat, wow - and I do mean wow! I'll post more shortly.OK, update 9:12am. From the Washington Post:"I have decided to run for re-election in 2010 in the Democratic primary," said Specter in a statement. "I am ready, willing and anxious to take on all comers and have my candidacy for re-election determined in a

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And now they are spreading a flu to humans. This outbreak is threatening to become a worldwide pandemic. Thankfully, today our WHO Apocalypse level, I mean pandemic warning level is at phase 3. We've got three more to go before everyone can officially freak out.

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My life has come to this? I now get VERY excited when my kids clean their rooms - a fact that would confuse the hell out of my former self. Not that my life was ever extra fascinating before children, but I just used to not care so much about things like clean rooms. I guess now that my life seems to amount to an endless looped cycle of days filled with the repetition of the exact same seemingly

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I'm stuck trying to rest my back - which is really not working for me and I'm thinking any second I'm just going to have to get up and not worry about it any longer. This leaves me bored and more than a tad freaked out because I have a huge to do list:a billion sewing projects, including but not limited to, 15 more quilts to sew.a house to cleanlaundry to doa garden to planta puppy to bathedinner

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another reason to waste too much time on the computer.

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I'm kind of afraid to plant a garden this year because my puppy eats everything green!! Pretty much nothing is gonna live in that backyard this year, unless I can somehow find a way to fence him off of part of the yard, but I wouldn't hold my breath trying to convince myself this could work. He's an imp!! He's actually quite easy, for a puppy. He just really likes to be outside digging, chewing,

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But in honor of this hallowed occasion, I had to share:h/t aplusk on twitter.

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I don't know if this has happened ever since we had the children 10 and a half years ago. Last night, we went to see a movie that the entire family truly wanted to see. Mind you, there have been times where I've enjoyed the kid movies, or even semi-looked forward to seeing them, like the Harry Potter movies. 17 Again will forever be known as the movie that signified the transitional moment in our

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I wish I didn't have to say this, but here it is: It is perfectly normal for kids to love other people. I know that was hard to hear, but it is true. There is this weird craziness that happens in the parenting circles I live in, whereby parents forget to mention to their kids that it's not just cute but actually normal and good for them to fall in puppy love with other kids their age. I know it

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My daughter is kind of a prude. I guess I'll just have to love and respect her for that. I mean compared to my parents...I'm pretty darn prudish, as well. I've never done drugs, only been with one man my entire life (and he's my husband). I got married before getting pregnant, and did so on purpose...both times. And yet, somehow, my daughter looks at me like I'm some crazy wild woman who

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I really hate green been casserole. I've taken it out of all holiday meals but I do make a corn casserole that is teh awesome (IMHO). Here's the recipe1 package frozen corn2 TBSP butter1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese1 stick of butter1 cup sour cream1 package Jiffy Cornbread Mixabout 1/2 - 1 cup grated cheddar cheese1/2 - 1 cup French's fried onionsboil the corn in water just until it is cooked.

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I haven't ever made a strawberry pie before this morning. And lest I forget what I did to make it...thought I better write the directions down!For the glaze you will need to NOT go to the store and buy one of those yucky jarred food colored things. You will make it yourself, Sadie style!It will take 3 tbsp corn starch1 cup of sugarcrushed strawberries plus about 1/4 cup of water to equal 1 cupfor

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Growing up in San Diego, we always had Pandesols with our Easter ham (and our Thanksgiving Turkey) and for breakfast any other time of the year...but certainly always at holidays. In Oregon, you can't find Pandesols that actually taste like they should. Well I can't make them like they should be, either...but this recipe is fairly closed!1 cup brown sugar1 cup sugar2 cups warm water4 tsp

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And I really want to spend some of this day at Fabric Depot - in honor of the craftiness of this day. Also, I have to share this jumper with you. Maybe I could make this, but in a more Sadie friendly fabric.Oh man, and this skirt - but in some hot orange and blue material I have!! Skirts with pockets = Yay!But by far,my favorite and a skirt I simply must have, in honor of Tulip Festival month (

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This is why I love my family - it is like they were freakin made for me and not just by me, sometimes.My daughter is angry because her choir teacher has been teaching them a religitable song about Noah's Ark. She turned the beat of this song in to a song about dumpster diving. It is truly funny - and completely offensive to those who find it sacrilegious. We are not among these people, of course!

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As I'm struggling to find a way to help advocate for funding of public school Gifted and Talented programs in our local schools, our government is paying $1.5 billion for dangerous, deadly, and useless abstinence only programs (including funds that benefit Derek Dye, The Abstinence Clown). When I imagine all of the TAG specialists our schools could hire to create stimulating and useful K-Jr. High

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The kids are back at school after a week off for Spring Break. Usually, the Monday after a holiday, Ri comes home ready to bitch at me for an hour about how horrible her life is compared to that of her Suburban friends. Evidently, it is completely evil and non-consumerist (therefore bad) in the eyes of her friends, to NOT go on a trip during these breaks. Whether to the coast, the mountains, or

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I didn't make anything worth repeating this week. Or maybe I did and it just wasn't good enough that I can remember what it was right now. I did make some really strange brownies - and no not that kind of strange brownies. I followed this weird recipe from the Hershey's cookbook and they turned out sort of exactly like chocolate bread. Picture cornbread without the crunchy corn, for consistency.

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OK, I know some would think I write a lot of personal information for all to read on the interwebs, but really I'm quite reserved. I never put anything in my blog, or anywhere else, that I would not say IRL right to your face. So when I say this paragraph should serve as a warning, I really truly mean it. I'm about to get real personal. That is not to say that I wouldn't say any of this in person

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My husband has the day off today. I won't go in to the fine details of why that is a funny thing to say, but essentially I feel it is accurate to point out that The Husband never takes a day off. Instead, he works the equivalence of that day before the day arrives, in order to pretend (for his own sake) that he has taken the day off. Believe me readers, this is not a complaint! Actually, his

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The boy is capable of completely showering himself without any assistance. Thank you, thank you all powerful deity/ies for your divine intervention! No longer will our lives be filled with screams of anger and horror when Ro is confronted with the notion that it is time, once again, for him to cleanse himself. No longer will we have to wrestle with him as he tries to run screaming for the hills

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So Sadie the obsessive mom, is currently deeply distracted from such important things as blogging as I am currently working hard on researching what can or should be done to fix a problem that I've identified. It's always easiest to see an issue when you are personally forced to confront it, and let's just say - I'm there! I read this article a few weeks ago and have been semi-obsessed with the

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Happy St. Patrick's Day everybody! Yesterday, Ro came home from school and declared that it was time to make a Leprechaun trap. He had evidently seen one at school in the kindergarten classroom and realized he simply had to have one of his own.Ri was annoyed and skeptical, "Ro there is no such thing as a Leprechaun!""There is too!""They are just a fun legend, Ro.""There are Leprechaun's and I'm

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He's not quite four months old, believe it or not. I'm going to miss the puppy days when he's all grown, but I'm really excited to see what this little man is going to look like when he is all grown. Here's my Sunday morning haiku - An Ode to MartiniMy man Martinicrazy, old cute faced fun ballfills me up with love

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Because, it isn't close enough to NE Alberta with it's bolt fabrics, Townshend's Teas, and other such funnery! BTW my facebook friends who were tagged, I now have the materials to make you those monsters, or something...you don't know!

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Cats supposedly have nine lives, well today I saw a kitty who has probably just about spent them all! It was a weird afternoon to begin with. I went to pick up the kids, as I always do on Thursdays, when I had to go drag Ri off the bus - because she forgot it was a Thursday. We were running late and in a bit of a hurry, but being the mom that I am I was driving the safe usual 25 MPH down the road

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I just love listening to the new attack Corporate Media and the Republicans are flinging at Obama today, "He wants to handle education AND health care AND the war on Terror AND rebuilding the economy all at once! How can anybody handle all of these things at once?"It makes sense that Republicans would make such arguments, I mean on the surface we could assess that multi-tasking is NOT their

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I am celebrating my new computer tonight with a lot of pointless web searching, music listening, and wine drinking. So here's what you get out of the deal.

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I'm afraid there still isn't any good news to talk about when it comes to the economic numbers. The only beacon of hope right now lies in government jobs - that ought to piss off the Rushes of the world! It's hard to listen to the right continue to argue that we ought to do nothing, and not just because that is EXACTLY what Hoover did to bring us in to the Great Depression with such gusto back in

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The Husband is out of town this week on a press tour. This leaves me alone with a moderately functioning computer. What is a girl to do when she can't get Sadiesbox to let her speak to it clearly? Well this girl wastes her time watching TV. Not downstairs TV, where it is cold at night, but I have a DVR full of shows I may actually want to watch, but rather upstairs in my warm room stuck watching

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Ri likes to read - no strike that - Ri LOVES to read. It is rare to find my girl without a book in her nose. She often opts to pick up a good book instead of watching TV. So when The Battle of the Books came around to her school, she was so in!The Battle of the Books is truly a wonderful thing. It is a competition put on by all of the librarians within all of the schools of the district. Children

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I enjoyed The Oscars last night. I've always enjoyed watching, even though it's been MANY years since I've been able to say I've actually seen any of the films winning the awards. This year was no different. I've never seen any of those movies, not even Wall-E, which is saying something because typically I've seen all of the kid movies. I did read the book "The Reader" - wasn't very impressed -

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Sometimes, when I'm doing regular house wife suburban mom type things - that involve other house wife suburban moms - I can't help but think to myself, "I really don't belong here!"It's not them, it is me. I don't get their *problems*, or understand some of their priorities. This is by no means a blanket statement. There are plenty of fine women I can understand in the suburbs. I still don't

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