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Yearly Archives: 2009

what to give and what to get for the holidays

Books, of course! The Penguin Group came out with this great list of what books their authors hope to give and get this year. So, I thought I would follow suit and list a bunch of books I’m planning on giving and some I hope to get (hint, hint, husband). *For kids: Be Glad Your Nose is On Your Face by Jack Prelutsky, illustrated by


I’m hosting a baby shower here tomorrow night, and as of this evening, this is what my kitchen looks like. Do you think I should be concerned? The electrician came to fix our hideous fluorescent light fixture that died a noisy and flickering (and protracted) death. When he mentioned how much it would cost to fix those lights, and then mentioned how much it would

getting to know you part 2

Because my brain is still a little tired, I’m going to answer the next ten questions from the getting-to-know you post. Hopefully it won’t be too boring… 11. Your fear? Anything involving my kids getting hurt. I kind of can’t even write about it. 12. Where do you want to be in six years? Wherever my family is. I’d also love to have published a

getting to know you

Carolyn was nice enough to give me a blog award. I love her. And, since there’s a list of getting-to-know you questions that goes along with the award, and since I’m feeling like part of my brain died yesterday, I am going to answer ten of those questions as my post today. 1. Where is your cell phone? No idea. I never know. I’ve stopped


I have a friend, who, when people ask her what her talents are, says, “I’m a really good reader.” I love that. I always pause when that question comes up.  Can I sing?  Nope.  Play the piano?  Not as well as I should, given that I took ten years of lessons. (Cue the unfortunate incident in my church congregation in London where the music leader


Reason #4786 why I am still in deep smit with my husband after almost 10 years of marriage: Me: “Hey, don’t we have that party for your work tonight?” Him: “Yeah.” Me: “Are we supposed to bring something to that?” Him: “Yeah, a dessert.” Me: “Okay, so what do you think we should make?” Him: “Well, I didn’t have time to make anything, and I