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Adhis...</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;a little bit a-that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://imadhis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://imadhis.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4635837769880334238/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Adhis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785957920019814677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oym4_d-nEto/TXk6UTMFuhI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/EFTaMjZGI9w/s220/Adhis.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oym4_d-nEto/TXk6UTMFuhI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/EFTaMjZGI9w/s220/Adhis.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BOr5rNC42Q/Tx5AT6OzPXI/AAAAAAAAGtE/4B2ErTAIv_Y/s72-c/turkey+head.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Make pie crusts. Three-year-old asks to eat it, thinking I just made two large cookies. The only other time she recalls seeing the rolling pin in her young life is when we rolled out sugar cookies two weeks earlier.

Next day, pour in pumpkin pie mix, 3-year-old asks to eat it. I tell her, "Mommy has to cook it first."

"Ohhhh... cook?"

I put the pie in the fridge. She goes to bed. 

Bake a 
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That is once a week! And sometimes, I mop TWICE a week!

When I saw this baby in a Black Friday ad for $39, I knew that Christmas would not come unless the lavender beauty was under our tree. My husband had to get the thing or fail abysmally. The poor guy though had no personal experience with Black Friday, so I suggested 
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Sooooooo...
One of these will be the photo in our Christmas card this year.

You pick.
Comment below with which photo (#1, #2, #3, or #4) we should use in our Christmas card.

Yeah.


 

PHOTO #1




PHOTO #2




PHOTO #3




PHOTO #4

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That's right, baby! 

When David and I were dating, one of our dates took place at an indoor shooting range. David had a couple of .22 rifles and thought it would be fun to 
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Here's some of the food Mommy gathered this morning.
We got a couple watermelons thinking about getting big.Mommy is not pleased with what the aphids have been doing in her Brussels sprouts.
Two of my favorite things are doing my own hair and harvesting the green balls.
Our corn stalks are huge! They're even taller 
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Still, some of the things discussed in politics don't make sense AT ALL to me, while at least in knitting, I can see that some of the complicated loop-de-loops at least create a pretty design.

I do not understand why the increasing population of people living below the poverty line is blamed on those considered wealthy. I must have 
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"At first, I was, but then I wasn't."

That pretty much sums up how we react to things. We feel the natural reaction, and then we decide to claim our power and rise above it.

Like everyone else, I remember Tuesday, September 11, 2001 and what I 
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I had never, ever, ever heard of Camp Floyd, and it is less than a half hour from the house I've lived in for the last 7 years. My husband has apparently been aware of it for some time and this past weekend suggested we go out there for a family activity on this Labor Day.



 I found it most amusing that this place is exactly the thing one would see in a campy movie about a family going on 
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Hurricane Irene as seen from space.

As I read Facebook updates of my friends on the East coast preparing for Hurricane Irene's arrival, my mind flashes back to childhood memories in Florida, where I lived for 13 years, starting at age 7.
 σ  σ  σ  σ  σ  σ  σ In our many years living in Cape Coral, Florida, there is only one time that we actually evacuate our house. The hurricane's path is 
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Where Children Sleep is a collection of briefs and photos of 56 children from around our world and the places in which they sleep at night. The author mentioned he initially imagined he would do a book called Beds or Bedrooms but soon found out a lot of children don't have even those. This book is the result of that awakening.

Here, a selection of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M0-c1BW6hH8YeL6fz4K1TvgiQpM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M0-c1BW6hH8YeL6fz4K1TvgiQpM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ALittleBitAdhis/~4/CwUBsXXaoGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://imadhis.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-children-sleep.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMQ347eSp7ImA9WhdQE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635837769880334238.post-5390353872217965895</id><published>2011-08-14T09:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T09:18:02.001-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-14T09:18:02.001-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random Photo" /><title>Random Photo: In His Image</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://imadhis.blogspot.com/feeds/5390353872217965895/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4635837769880334238&amp;postID=5390353872217965895&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4635837769880334238/posts/default/5390353872217965895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4635837769880334238/posts/default/5390353872217965895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ALittleBitAdhis/~3/dHDMKtlE7jM/random-photo-in-his-image.html" title="Random Photo: In His Image" /><author><name>Adhis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785957920019814677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oym4_d-nEto/TXk6UTMFuhI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/EFTaMjZGI9w/s220/Adhis.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4H3g3RwRBdY/Thpr2Tvo20I/AAAAAAAAGlU/A9y0pQ_gU5U/s72-c/Brother.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">This is a drawing of Jesus hanging in my sister's home. My youngest brother noticed a similarity, stood up and this was the result.



June 2007
Sister's Home
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I hate you. For goodness' sake, let me FINISH my business before you attempt to suck me into your vortex all the while spitting your nastiness onto my bum!

When is it you are supposed to flush anyway? Is it when I get up? When my shadow strikes your sensor? When I sit down? When I blink?

Why flush when I'm sitting and not after I've re-dressed myself? You lure me into 
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Happiness is an interesting thing. Everybody is looking frantically around for it like it's a lost wallet, searching under every cushion, cause, and career path.

"Why aren't I happy?" we ask ourselves. Our brain hears a question and obediently begins collecting proof of reasons why we should not (cannot?) be happy. (Perhaps, tasking the obedient brain with the 
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May 2009
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Oh, sure, it started out cute. On the first night together, we decided to have a movie night and announced for everyone to get into their PJ's. The kids made quick work, with 
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I have been a stay-at-home woman for the majority of my married life to David, a big 
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May 2007
Rose Wagner Theatre
Salt Lake City, Utah
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"... And only a few people have one, and you can only have one if someone invites you. Now, I just have to find someone who has one and have them send me an invitation."
Oh, he 
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(Umm... good thing it only took me two years to realize I never published this post.)

After making regular, plain ol' Tuna Casserole since the 1900's, I finally thought to try something new. Here is Cat Cora's Southwestern Tuna Casserole.


Serves four? I say, "YUM! Serves ONE!"

The recipe says serve immediately; I don't know why the rush, unless the plan is to 
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I currently live in a planned community with a Homeowner's Association (HOA) and convenient access to the freeway. Where I would like to live is in a Mediterranean-style home with an inside courtyard in a quiet neighborhood with mature plants and clean, whispering air. Palm trees 
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This is what happened the moment I pushed the button on the camera.


Crying followed soon after.
 
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