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Anthony" /><category term="melted" /><category term="Freedom from Religion Foundation" /><category term="moose" /><category term="breastfeeding" /><category term="bacon tastes like danger" /><category term="peanut" /><category term="veggies" /><category term="missing" /><category term="welfare" /><category term="Butter Pie Crust" /><category term="dip" /><category term="vote" /><category term="chaos" /><category term="salty" /><category term="marinade" /><category term="exciting" /><category term="grilled cheese" /><category term="batter" /><category term="boycott Amazon" /><category term="fried" /><title>Heart On My Sleeve</title><subtitle type="html">To have a child - is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body.--Elizabeth Stone</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://homs1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://homs1.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19129900/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>AlaskanBelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16204212635867504963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh4oq7FlZIQ/TZWSFTA9FVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0vi9rYMFrq0/s220/Untitled-1%2Bcopy.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HeartOnMySleeve" /><feedburner:info uri="heartonmysleeve" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GQXo9eip7ImA9WhRbGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19129900.post-8924592153263826678</id><published>2012-02-09T17:07:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:10:20.462-09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T17:10:20.462-09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheese" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="broccoli" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sneaky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smoked ham partner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="muffins" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="veggies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tasty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sneaky veggies" /><title>Sneakin' In More Green!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://homs1.blogspot.com/feeds/8924592153263826678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19129900&amp;postID=8924592153263826678&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19129900/posts/default/8924592153263826678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19129900/posts/default/8924592153263826678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartOnMySleeve/~3/fbe6KxV2wRg/sneakin-in-more-green.html" title="Sneakin' In More Green!" /><author><name>AlaskanBelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16204212635867504963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh4oq7FlZIQ/TZWSFTA9FVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0vi9rYMFrq0/s220/Untitled-1%2Bcopy.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Dearest Child of Mine,

Why must you fuss, and fight, contorting your precious features into grimaces that would frighten the most hardened horror film fan when I try to feed you healthy food? Don't you understand that I love you and the food I work hard to prepare is not just tasty, but will help you grow up healthy and strong?

Sincerely,
Your Tired Mother

So, I know I am not the only one who 
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I love many of Rachael Ray's recipes. She's cutesy in kind
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Stress. The dark unknown of things I have no control over. I toss and turn, evaluating how I went about a 
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One topic I feel very passionate about, is abortion. It is a terrible thing in my eyes, for any woman to so disrespect her body's amazing ability to create life, to have so little compassion for another life, the concept is foreign to me. So many have been deceived into believing it is just about their body, and therefore their right to do with it as they please. Yet, on the flip of a coin, you 
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I found, an amazing little cafe, that could be easily (and tragically) 
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We welcomed another member of our family, a 3rd boy, into our world in March of 2010 and we 
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I am off and on going through spasms of the nesting phase. As in tearing the entire classroom apart and being up until 4am putting it back together. I've rearrange/reorganized and luckily got my kids to assist in getting both their rooms in order. Their bathroom is less... boy (read: sticky, dirty, and unhygienic). The floors have been swept and mopped after patiently waiting for the chaos of 
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I don't mean to start out arguing with people, but I'm sure you've been in the same situation. You know something to be true, and then some wisenheimer comes up and challenges you with a circular argument. You add new information 
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... to the surprisingly wonderful Bacon Chocolate Bar, bacon DOES make everything better!
The wonderful guys at J&amp;amp;D's have made it their life's work to infuse our lives 
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My searches on how to combat 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JgE9RcdLSjmto-bLhqSbcRG_W3w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JgE9RcdLSjmto-bLhqSbcRG_W3w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartOnMySleeve/~4/R909u9oNDMc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://homs1.blogspot.com/2011/10/crusty-genious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGQX08cSp7ImA9WhdbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19129900.post-6083808963822674920</id><published>2011-10-14T01:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:38:40.379-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T21:38:40.379-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sequences" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darkness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ebb and flow" /><title>When the Going Gets Tough....</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://homs1.blogspot.com/feeds/6083808963822674920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19129900&amp;postID=6083808963822674920&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19129900/posts/default/6083808963822674920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19129900/posts/default/6083808963822674920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartOnMySleeve/~3/52yn4OyCtZ8/when-going-gets-tough.html" title="When the Going Gets Tough...." /><author><name>AlaskanBelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16204212635867504963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh4oq7FlZIQ/TZWSFTA9FVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0vi9rYMFrq0/s220/Untitled-1%2Bcopy.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hkt10D3zPW8/Tpf8nMYxsZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/eb92K0zFRHk/s72-c/toe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">You know how bad things seem to happen in clusters? You can't just stub your toe. You have to then, in the process of hopping about in pain, step on an errant lego piece with your unhurt foot, which effectively takes you down where you bruise your knee. It never fails. Me, I grit my teeth, and huff and puff and usually try to blow it off. I'll hobble back to bed, and maybe sigh at how clumsy I am
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"What on earth have I gotten myself into!"However, I am convinced that this is better. They are learning about things that have been forgotten in public school
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No, not the weeds in my garden, my boys. If I could go back and soak up a little more time with those chubby faces, I would. Now, I am watching my baby turn into a toddler. He is just so adorable! Seems only yesterday, he was a big roundness in my belly, then a squirming babe in my arms. Now, he is taking off, squealing at the cat and telling daddy (in
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KWq57cvOJOO0mTtiStlb0w9dnlM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KWq57cvOJOO0mTtiStlb0w9dnlM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HeartOnMySleeve/~4/_b3avavrjfo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://homs1.blogspot.com/2011/08/white-bean-wroasted-garlic-dip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BSHcycSp7ImA9WhdREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19129900.post-6535879128538023986</id><published>2011-08-01T17:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:35:59.999-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-01T17:35:59.999-08:00</app:edited><title>Count Your Blessings!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://homs1.blogspot.com/feeds/6535879128538023986/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19129900&amp;postID=6535879128538023986&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19129900/posts/default/6535879128538023986?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19129900/posts/default/6535879128538023986?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HeartOnMySleeve/~3/OGfMdWV3wo8/count-your-blessings.html" title="Count Your Blessings!" /><author><name>AlaskanBelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16204212635867504963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh4oq7FlZIQ/TZWSFTA9FVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0vi9rYMFrq0/s220/Untitled-1%2Bcopy.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyiTHkgKhIM/TjdRzH3zaDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5oV7HFfpyRg/s72-c/grouchyflower.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">From time to time, when I was growing up, my mom would sing this simple song and I could hear the joy in her voice, grow. I was thinking about this song today, watching my soon to be 18mos old sleep in my arms. He's been a complete turkey for the past week or so and I realized more teeth were coming in a couple days ago. While that explains it, it doesn't make him any easier to deal with. He gets
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Montana American Gothic
I went out to water the garden yesterday, while my husband and two of my boys were gone working at one of the grandmother's. Earlier, my husband had asked me not to forget to water it around 3pm. I put Lachlan in his pack, and went outside. It was pretty hot and humid, but luckily there was a good breeze going. As I went down the rows, carefully watching the hose so it 
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Old buckboard wagon wheel found in the old barn,
now sitting in front of the new homestead.
Much has happened in such a short time!
We took the opportunity of a lifetime, to move to Montana and revive the family farm.
With the opportunity, came obligations and responsibilities that we are working hard to fulfill.
Two new four legged creatures joined our household family, as well as a brood of 
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So, we are just a short four days from our move to Montana. The computer will get packed up this evening or early tomorrow. So, I might not be able to post any updates until our household arrives in our new place. We are getting a Uhaul and then putting it on the barge to Seattle. It takes 
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We live in a really great neighborhood, at the end of a culdesac. There is only one other little boy, but he is younger than mine and has an early curfew. So when my boys go out to play, they play with a great group of rough and tumble girls. Three total.

I was tidying up and playing with my baby, when I hear a knock on the 
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So, in order to make our decision, we made a list of pros and cons and also asked a few people what they thought. Most of the people we talked to, said that while leaving Alaska is very hard, Montana is so similar in it's way of life, and people, it would be "trading beauty for 
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Pineapple Upside-Down CakeTopping:
1/2 medium pineapple, peeled, quartered lengthwise, and cored
1/2 stick 
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"When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us."
-- Alexander Graham Bell


I am an Alaskan girl. Always will be. I was born in Anchorage and moved all over the state because my dad was a State Trooper. I must have been blessed with kamikaze angels as a young child. I wanted to go pet 
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I have to credit the April/May 2011 issue of Garden&amp;amp;Gun
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