tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56318276176629613962024-09-11T20:34:53.821-04:00Urban Homesteading, Parenting, Crocheting and the craziness that accompanies themKittencaboodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784163623481023575noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631827617662961396.post-29794766452295220342013-05-18T20:23:00.000-04:002013-05-18T20:23:03.132-04:00

Dear Oldest Child, I have started this letter several times and in several ways, but the likelihood of you ever reading it is slim, so I guess it doesn't really matter. You are 18 now, graduating (or graduated). Welcome to life after childhood. I know you won't understand what that means yet. You still need time to work out the hormones and figure out what life really is before you

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I know it has been a while since my last entry.   Today’s events prompted me to sit down and get these thoughts out of my head.  Today started with my thoughts on other parents in our hometown, where a threat had been issued to shoot twenty children in five schools between two counties.  No names or places had been specified, it was a general, vague threat, but it was

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I don't want to get over her.  I just want her back. 

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When someone you love dies, be it a pet or a human, you grieve.  Today we lost my beloved cat, Caitlin.  I had raised her from kittenhood and took her through 12 years of her life.  Last year, around this time, she stopped eating.  I poured food and  milk down her throat and bullied her back into fighting shape.  For a year, she was back to herself.  She

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Jonquil

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Watching the movie "Life in a Day" is a good reminder of two things. 1 - We are all connected and 2 - Someone always has it worse.  Everyone does what they can just to survive in some cases but they filmed their day because they were thankful for whatever life they have. There are days when I am angry about the difficulties I've experienced, just as I am sure most people are.  But

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As one of my fellow bloggy friends pointed out, the word 'feminist' has become a bad word.  When did this happen?  And why? It seems that most people believe a feminist is someone who believes in the superiority of women, seeking to set themselves apart from their counterparts by changing e's and a's to y's and removing men completely from the cycle.  "A woman needs a man like a

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Facebook decided that I was spreading viruses and is preventing me from commenting or updating on Facebook for 24 hours.  After scanning my computer to be sure that I did NOT have a virus (I don't, other than this sinus/chest thing which can go blow a goat) I decided that since I cannot randomly plod through the world at large and express my thoughts on it on Facebook, I would do an update

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It was a wonderful weekend.  I love relaxing at home with my family.  When I work split shifts, I often find myself just wiped out during my free time.  I spend a great deal of time sleeping and recovering only to turn around and do it again the next day.  That is simply one of the reasons why the weekends are so desperately needed.  I get that extra day to recuperate.  This weekend, we had a

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Classes for the month of February have begun, and the new month is underway.  My day started off too damn early.  Mornings are not my thing.  I am definitely more of a night owl.  So are the Big and Little Guys, it seems.  Both were less than pleased at waking up at dark o'clock so that I could get to work.  But, awaken, they did and off we went.   My day has gone well thus far.  I am sitting at

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The end of the month is nigh.  I finished the two classes for January and discovered that I was lucky enough to get an opportunity to try out the new iPad for the next month. This blog entry is, in fact, being typed out in the notepad on the iPad from my sofa while I drink tea and watch Law & Order: Criminal Intent.  It is pretty cool; I must admit. Photo by Jeff Wilcox I have

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 Courtesy of Getty Images I've found my month passing by rather rapidly. Every time I look at my calendar, I am left feeling kind of woozy at the passage of the days. Since classes are only a month long where I work, I find teaching to be white-hair inducing when the months are incredibly shortened... As they were this month. We lost the first day of class thanks to the New Year's

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It was a rather Green Christmas Coming down off the holiday rush always takes time. This season was no exception. We had a truly wonderful holiday, filled with friends, family, warmth and laughter. The week between Christmas and New Year's Eve we held no fewer than 3 parties. There was food and drink flowing, stories, jokes, and games... It was a good holiday. Crockpot Mulled Wine -

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This holiday season ate me up and spit me out.  I don’t know where time went and I don’t know how it got so crazy leading up to Christmas.  By the week before, I still had almost all of my shopping left to do, a party on Christmas Eve with no food, and we barely had a tree….  However, by the time Christmas did roll around, the tree was decorated, food was prepared (including some

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by visually via

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How about 30000

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While I haven't been writing in my blog, I HAVE been writing. I'm over 20000 words into my NaNoWriMo piece and finding myself struggling with certain genre vs character issues. Big Guy has been reading over my work and feels that it's well written over all. I still struggle with being descriptive and not rushing through scenes, so I'm erring on the side of overly descriptive. I can always go back

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Tomorrow, NaNoWriMo begins. I'm a bit nervous about it since I have NEVER tried this before. I've been writing my entire life, I've started numerous books and novels, and I have been working on the same book for six years running. I finally decided to buckle down and get one done. It's not the book I've been working on for six years... Instead, I am going to start a new one to slam out in

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"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower." ~ Camus

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I'm coming down with something, so I think today's entry, by necessity, must be short. It's times like these I begin to feel my growing age.  Sleep is difficult, rest is difficult, and I'm not the 18 year old I still see in my mind's eye.  Things ache and crack and pop now.  They didn't always. It was a busy and pleasing weekend.  We even took Little Guy to Zoo Boo on Sunday

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It's been a busy week. After the rally on Saturday, I attended another Assembly on Sunday and I knew it would be too busy a week for me to do much else on the ground. In my spare time, I did get another hat done for the Occupiers and a set of mittens as a special request. I'm not sure that mitten is what you think it is... The mittens look like they just should not work. The thumb looks

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