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&lt;a href="http://www.thestaves.com/"&gt;The Staves&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;A new favorite. &amp;nbsp;I had a hard time deciding which song to include here. &amp;nbsp;Please go listen to all of them. &amp;nbsp;They are gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;
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Their album,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00BSG2WSS/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00BSG2WSS&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=httpmwazloves-20"&gt;Dead &amp;amp; Born &amp;amp; Grown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpmwazloves-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00BSG2WSS" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, is only $5.99 at Amazon. &amp;nbsp;You have no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;
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I swear, I spent hours going through our pictures, trying to find one of me that I liked. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty confident, truly, but I really don't like many pictures of myself. &amp;nbsp;We don't have very many either, especially pictures of just me. &amp;nbsp;I do think I need to set a goal for my husband to rectify that. &amp;nbsp;All that said, I managed to find two to include here:&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do I like it? &amp;nbsp;Because look where I am! &amp;nbsp;This was taken during our trip to St. John. &amp;nbsp;This picture perfectly represents the entire trip. &amp;nbsp;Happy and relaxed and fabulous. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I like this one because it makes me look like a badass. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/2VWP1P64ca4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4726635442560858777/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/favorite-photo-of-me.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/4726635442560858777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/4726635442560858777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/2VWP1P64ca4/favorite-photo-of-me.html" title="Favorite Photo of Me..." /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oR526BwJ8ds/UZJSpCT_-kI/AAAAAAAAHpY/ninRHvT6dfo/s72-c/25+-+Mary+swimming.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/favorite-photo-of-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DQXs9fSp7ImA9WhBbF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-5387573583447168301</id><published>2013-05-16T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-16T06:27:50.565-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-16T06:27:50.565-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes" /><title>Aaron's Favorite Granola</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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In addition to &lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/04/homemade-granola-bars.html"&gt;granola bars&lt;/a&gt;, I've finally learned how to make homemade granola. &amp;nbsp;It is so easy and good, and I think it will be a regular happening at my house from now on. &amp;nbsp;I looked through tons of online recipes before giving it a go, and I have tried quite a few batches at this point. &amp;nbsp;Aaron has eaten them all, but I finally made some that he said was better than his favorite kind from the grocery store. &amp;nbsp;I'm recording the recipe here so I have it saved somewhere. &amp;nbsp;(I should write it on a card for my recipe box, too, huh? &amp;nbsp;Okay well, blog first!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Even more so with granola bars, the ingredients are so flexible. &amp;nbsp;If you like almonds better, go for it. &amp;nbsp;Add wheat germ. &amp;nbsp;Or sunflower seeds. &amp;nbsp;You just have to have enough of the 'wet' stuff to lightly coat the 'dry' stuff. &amp;nbsp;That's the only guideline. &amp;nbsp;Also...All amounts are -ish, of course. &amp;nbsp;Many are not measured at all. &amp;nbsp;A few shakes of cinnamon, a dump of flax... &amp;nbsp;But I did try to pay attention this time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, this version is definitely less sweet than most store-bought granola. &amp;nbsp;If you like it sweeter, you could add 1/4-1/2 cup brown sugar. &amp;nbsp;Mix it with the wet ingredients until dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heat oven to 375.&lt;br /&gt;
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5 cups oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;
1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;
1 cup unsweetened coconut flakes&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 flax seed&lt;br /&gt;
1-2 cups pecans (second favorite: &amp;nbsp;walnuts)&lt;br /&gt;
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Mix all of the above in a large bowl.&lt;br /&gt;
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1/3 cup coconut oil&lt;br /&gt;
splash of vanilla&lt;br /&gt;
1/3 cup agave&lt;br /&gt;
1/3 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;
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Add all the above to a small saucepan. &amp;nbsp;Heat over medium until oil is melted and everything is blended. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mix the wet ingredients with the dry ingredients and pour on a large baking sheet. &amp;nbsp;Bake at 375 for 15 minutes, stirring several times and watching to make sure it doesn't overcook. &amp;nbsp;Let cool. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once cool, Aaron likes to add dried blueberries or dried cherries. &amp;nbsp;I like raisins best, so we leave the dried fruit for the individual. &lt;br /&gt;
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Do you have a favorite granola recipe?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/MuORe90_WOo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5387573583447168301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/aarons-favorite-granola.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/5387573583447168301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/5387573583447168301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/MuORe90_WOo/aarons-favorite-granola.html" title="Aaron's Favorite Granola" /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4GYUNsNMys/UZTbj_PrsSI/AAAAAAAAHqk/j3R9LOfANvU/s72-c/IMG_2008.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/aarons-favorite-granola.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04ASHYycSp7ImA9WhBbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-4168580756467582442</id><published>2013-05-16T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-16T06:12:29.899-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-16T06:12:29.899-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>I Apologize...</title><content type="html">Day 13 of &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;The Challenge.&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;Issue an apology.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm sorry, Kevin, for posting this video which makes you look like you don't know how to use a camera. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry to my sister Dawn, too, who appears in it with me, although I don't think she'll mind. &lt;br /&gt;
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I ran across this video when searching for a picture of me. &amp;nbsp;It made me laugh, and since this blog is my happy place, I decided it belonged here. &amp;nbsp;It was taken during a 2005 trip to Prague and Budapest with my sister and brother-in-law. &amp;nbsp;Our favorite pub was a place called U Fleku in Prague, where the beer has been made by monks for the past half-century or so. &amp;nbsp;It was wonderful. &amp;nbsp;The shots we are enjoying were served warm and were very sweet. &amp;nbsp;And strong. &amp;nbsp;Happy days...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/a44CFeH606M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4168580756467582442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/i-apologize.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/4168580756467582442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/4168580756467582442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/a44CFeH606M/i-apologize.html" title="I Apologize..." /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/QwT-wcclYGw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/i-apologize.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMDRH0zeSp7ImA9WhBbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-2525802071412097252</id><published>2013-05-15T18:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T18:24:35.381-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-15T18:24:35.381-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><title>A Day in the Life...</title><content type="html">Day 15 of &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;A Day in the Life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have touched on my typical days in many recent posts, including &lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/what-do-i-do.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; just last week; so I'm not going to describe the general day, I'm going to be very specific and describe &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It was a pretty typical day, but they're all a little different, and that's a good thing. &amp;nbsp;This topic also made me remember &lt;a href="http://louboosandshoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-diaries-mary-from-mary-loves.html"&gt;my guest post over at Lou, Boos and Shoes.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I wrote it last year, and my gosh I think my blood pressure went up just reading it. &amp;nbsp;It's amazing how much has changed since then. &amp;nbsp;To today...&lt;br /&gt;
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The alarm went off at 4AM, because my husband had to catch an early flight this morning. &amp;nbsp;I stayed immobile, but perhaps I grunted to him on his way out the door. &amp;nbsp;Nathan ran into my room at 6 and crawled in bed with me. &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed a half-hour of snuggles before getting up. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did 45 minutes of exercising, in my family room with workout DVDs. &amp;nbsp;Nathan watched me and only interrupted me once to ask for Buzz Lightyear. &amp;nbsp;By the time I finished, Aaron was downstairs with us. &amp;nbsp;I made coffee and breakfast. &amp;nbsp;Nathan's preschool is right across the street, so it's a pretty easy drop-off, and then Aaron and I decided to enjoy the gorgeous morning and walk to his school. &amp;nbsp;It's about a 15-minute walk, and I love this time. &amp;nbsp;I don't get a lot of one-on-one time with Aaron, and I'm stunned at how much he's grown this year. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once I made it back home, I enjoyed one more cup of coffee and read a little of the paper. &amp;nbsp;I then refreshed the lilacs in the vase on the dining room table. &amp;nbsp;My yard is full of big lilac bushes, so I can pick as many as I want and keep fresh flowers inside. &amp;nbsp;Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;
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Usually during my quiet mornings, I do a little bit of cleaning around the house. &amp;nbsp;If I do a little every day, then I don't feel like I have to spend an entire day catching up. &amp;nbsp;Well, I went to a two-hour yoga class on Monday (yay me!) and ran several errands yesterday, so I felt behind. &amp;nbsp;I put a couple records on the record player (Temple of the Dog, followed by The Avett Brothers), turned it up real loud, and got to work. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i know it's not much to look at, but my neighbor is letting me use three of her garden beds this year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the vegetables are in and i'm excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nathan came home at 11:30. &amp;nbsp;Our afternoon included pitching and hitting, swinging, watering the garden, eating lunch, reading stories, playing games, cleaning up the playroom, and a trip to Costco. &amp;nbsp;We started to walk to school to pick up Aaron, but it started to rain, so we ran back home to get the car. &amp;nbsp;Most days, we spend about an hour at the playground after school, but because of the rain, I decided I'd seize the opportunity and take the boys for haircuts. &amp;nbsp;Oh I'm so glad I did - those shaggy locks are gone! &lt;br /&gt;
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At home, I heated up leftovers, and Aaron got ready for baseball. &amp;nbsp;I try really hard to have leftovers or something really easy for baseball nights. &amp;nbsp;After dinner, we headed to the game. &amp;nbsp;Because it was so cold and wet, Nathan actually sat with me and watched the game instead of running around like a crazy over-tired three-year-old. &amp;nbsp;It was freezing but fun. &amp;nbsp;Aaron and his team did great and had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;
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Back home for baths and bedtime. &amp;nbsp;I go as fast as possible to get Nathan in bed, and so far I've been doing pretty well. Even though baseball makes it a later night, he was still asleep before eight. &amp;nbsp;Aaron wasn't too far behind.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cleaned up the kitchen, including the dinner dishes that got left behind in the flurry to get out the door, and now I'm writing a blog post. &amp;nbsp;When I'm done, I will watch The Daily Show and fold the two loads of laundry I washed today. &amp;nbsp;Then I will eat whatever chocolate I can find in the house. &amp;nbsp;(We're out of ice cream - &lt;i&gt;gasp&lt;/i&gt;!) &amp;nbsp;I will end the day in bed with my book, and I'll stay up too late, because I always tend to do that when Kevin's out of town. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was a good day.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/y_GYtAQpgG0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2525802071412097252/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-day-in-life.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/2525802071412097252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/2525802071412097252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/y_GYtAQpgG0/a-day-in-life.html" title="A Day in the Life..." /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUi1cxWlOjc/UZQwI9tZ83I/AAAAAAAAHpw/pB1IEG4KbMg/s72-c/IMG_2012.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-day-in-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4EQ38zeip7ImA9WhBbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-6736574464952252744</id><published>2013-05-14T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T06:41:42.182-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-14T06:41:42.182-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3BT" /><title>Ten Things That Make Me Really Happy</title><content type="html">Day 14 from &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Now this is a fun topic. &amp;nbsp;So hard to choose, and I'm sure I'll include things that I've already talked about a ton on this blog. &amp;nbsp;Sorry in advance, but it is what it is. &amp;nbsp;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;The lilacs in my yard. &amp;nbsp;The smell hits me as soon as I open the door, and they are so beautiful. &amp;nbsp;My favorite part of May.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;Spending time with family. &amp;nbsp;And best friends. &amp;nbsp;That's really the best there is.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;Getting lost in a good book. &lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Watching sunsets. &amp;nbsp;Lake Ontario is my favorite place to watch them, but really, anywhere or anytime you get an opportunity to sit still and watch the sun go down is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;Waking up feeling rested. &amp;nbsp;(I woke up at 5:30 this morning. &amp;nbsp;Ready to go. &amp;nbsp;Weird.)&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;Enjoying a really good meal. &amp;nbsp;With good friends. &lt;br /&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;Music. &amp;nbsp;Listening, playing, singing...it's all good. &amp;nbsp;Feeds my soul. &amp;nbsp;Experiencing music live is the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;Spending time alone. &amp;nbsp;Quiet time makes me happy and enables me to handle the not-so-quiet times.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;Hugs from my boys. &amp;nbsp;Honestly...there's just nothing better. &lt;br /&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp;The beach. &amp;nbsp;Taking a walk by myself, sitting and listening to the waves, playing with the boys, eating a lobster roll. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to have a bad time at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;picture by &lt;a href="http://www.allisterannphoto.com/"&gt;Allistair Ann&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I truly did try to find a picture of myself, but they are few and far between I'm afraid. &amp;nbsp;I think I may need to set a new goal to have people take more pictures of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm falling behind in &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Let's see if I can catch up. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to skip a few, because I'm behind and also because the topics just don't speak to me. &amp;nbsp;(Most embarrassing moment? &amp;nbsp;Now come on, why would I share that?)&lt;br /&gt;
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Day #11. &amp;nbsp;Sell yourself in ten words or less. &lt;br /&gt;
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Kind. &amp;nbsp;Open-minded. &amp;nbsp;Organized. &amp;nbsp;Calm. &amp;nbsp;Motivated. &amp;nbsp;Silly. &amp;nbsp;Capable. &amp;nbsp;Savvy. &amp;nbsp;Loyal. &amp;nbsp;Thoughtful. &lt;br /&gt;
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That was harder than I thought it would be. &amp;nbsp;Not sure I captured me. &amp;nbsp;If you know me, how did I do? &amp;nbsp;What did I leave off?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/LS34tcZwUU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/380755038399768494/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/ten-words.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/380755038399768494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/380755038399768494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/LS34tcZwUU4/ten-words.html" title="Ten Words..." /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbHFxNOXVmY/UZI4IwXQTHI/AAAAAAAAHok/Em1DiaaIpGw/s72-c/86416440acda70b5dac96126997dd9e9.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/ten-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ARng7eCp7ImA9WhBbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-3389651582515124520</id><published>2013-05-10T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-10T06:00:47.600-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-10T06:00:47.600-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Brown Bird - The Messenger</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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I first heard &lt;a href="http://brownbird.net/"&gt;Brown Bird&lt;/a&gt; at the Newport Folk Festival last year. &amp;nbsp;We sat in the sunshine, listening to the music, and Kevin and I decided that the band playing was pretty awesome. &amp;nbsp;I loved their album &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005JY1O4I/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B005JY1O4I&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=httpmwazloves-20"&gt;Salt for Salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpmwazloves-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B005JY1O4I" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, and I'm enjoying their latest too, entitled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00BP18Q7C/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00BP18Q7C&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=httpmwazloves-20"&gt;Fits of Reason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpmwazloves-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00BP18Q7C" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Their music is chill, soulful, and very cool. &lt;br /&gt;
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Day 9 of &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/a&gt;: &amp;nbsp;A moment of your day.&lt;/div&gt;
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I captured two, although they are close together and both with my little guy. &amp;nbsp;Every day, when Nathan comes home from preschool, he picks out books, and we read together on the couch. &amp;nbsp;It has become tradition and one of my favorite times of the day. &amp;nbsp;The photo above is of him choosing a superhero story. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And then there's lunch. &amp;nbsp;Every day, the little man and I eat lunch at the island in our kitchen. &amp;nbsp;I ask him what he did at school that morning, and he usually tells me who got into trouble that day and then proceeds to change the subject to a topic of his choosing. &amp;nbsp;For a long while, it was superheroes. &amp;nbsp; Today he told me everything he wants for his birthday. &amp;nbsp;The photo below was taken right after he finished his lunch. &amp;nbsp;He was not on board with my taking pictures. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/mediterranean-chicken-vegetable-kebabs-10000000226640/"&gt;Chicken and Vegetable Kebabs&lt;/a&gt;, Rice&lt;br /&gt;
Love grilling season! &amp;nbsp;I had red onion, yellow peppers, portobello, cherry tomatoes, and chicken for the kebabs. &amp;nbsp;Easy and good.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/pesto-orecchiette-chicken-sausage-00000000056394/index.html"&gt;Pesto Orecchiette with Chicken Sausage&lt;/a&gt;, Bread&lt;br /&gt;
This is a great recipe. &amp;nbsp;It makes a lot, it's super simple, and everyone loves it. &amp;nbsp;I finished up the last bit of my homemade walnut-pesto and now can't wait to plant my herb barrel so I can make more. &amp;nbsp;Sooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/mustard-maple-salmon-10000000223181/"&gt;Mustard-Maple Salmon&lt;/a&gt;, Rice, Roasted Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;
An old and popular stand-by. &amp;nbsp;Love asparagus season too!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/potato-corn-leek-chowder-10000001215876/"&gt;Potato, Corn, and Leek Chowder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I knew we were going to get some cooler and rainy days this week, so I thought a soup would hit the spot. &amp;nbsp;The boys love this one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pierogies, Cinnamon Apples, and Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;
Pizza with friends&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/L9Fau97cVQI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5192881526703520715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/menu-of-week_8.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/5192881526703520715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/5192881526703520715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/L9Fau97cVQI/menu-of-week_8.html" title="Menu of the Week" /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djJitrmypTw/UYppATcxtWI/AAAAAAAAHlo/d5v-vKpPx9E/s72-c/menuoftheweek.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/menu-of-week_8.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HSHs7eyp7ImA9WhBbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-7717000680549588736</id><published>2013-05-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-08T08:10:39.503-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-08T08:10:39.503-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogs" /><title>A Piece of Advice...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Day #8 of &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/a&gt;: &amp;nbsp;A piece of advice you have for others. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm taking the easy way out and re-posting this list. &amp;nbsp;Found via Pinterest of course, and I'm not sure of the original source. &amp;nbsp; I love it, though, and think it's all pretty good advice. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/3iRP9ilPVjg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7717000680549588736/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-piece-of-advice.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/7717000680549588736?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/7717000680549588736?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/3iRP9ilPVjg/a-piece-of-advice.html" title="A Piece of Advice..." /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RTtvSZwo-g/UYpqUDRJaSI/AAAAAAAAHl0/0dNH3JYOkq0/s72-c/tumblr_m29naj2C211qcp3ino1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-piece-of-advice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGSHg-eyp7ImA9WhBUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-84294188392783430</id><published>2013-05-07T06:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-07T06:33:49.653-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-07T06:33:49.653-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>Quote of the Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Day #4 from &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, which means that yes, I am going out of order and will not even come close to writing them all, but like I said...no pressure. &amp;nbsp;It's all good. &amp;nbsp;This topic was to choose a favorite quote and why I love it. &amp;nbsp;I chose two. &lt;br /&gt;
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The reason why I love both of them is the same, though. &amp;nbsp;They make you step outside the mundane, taking the focus off of your normal routine - the tasks that must be done every day and every week - and instead ask you to really&lt;i&gt; live your life.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; To express gratitude. &amp;nbsp;To find passion. &amp;nbsp;Every day, even the one filled with cleaning and cooking and working and not getting enough sleep, contains beauty and joy. &amp;nbsp;The key is to find it and keep your focus on that. &lt;br /&gt;
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From &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/a&gt;....If you couldn't answer with your job, how would you answer the question 'What do you do'?&lt;br /&gt;
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I sleep, I wake, I drink water to start every day.&lt;br /&gt;
I stretch and exercise and do yoga every chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;
I eat. &amp;nbsp;Mostly healthy stuff but I also end most of my days with a mug of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;
I dress, brush teeth, pack lunch, prepare my boys for the day.&lt;br /&gt;
I walk my kids to school. &lt;br /&gt;
I hug, as often as they'll let me. &amp;nbsp;Which, for now, is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
I drink coffee and enjoy silence.&lt;br /&gt;
I blog, I talk, I text...I work at keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;
I clean and tidy and shop and cook. &lt;br /&gt;
I plan. &amp;nbsp;For weekends, vacations, Sunday breakfasts, baseball games, camps, getting together with friends. &lt;br /&gt;
I play with my boys. &amp;nbsp;I watch them play with their friends. &lt;br /&gt;
I comfort, discipline, support, teach. &amp;nbsp;I love.&lt;br /&gt;
I sit in the sunshine when it's warm. &amp;nbsp;I sit by the fireplace when it's cold. &lt;br /&gt;
I end every day with a book. &lt;br /&gt;
I say thank you.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/MNysrEIiK6o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1173644470613377237/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/what-do-i-do.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/1173644470613377237?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/1173644470613377237?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/MNysrEIiK6o/what-do-i-do.html" title="What Do I Do?" /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-strUQDf2rJU/UYfACovdrEI/AAAAAAAAHk4/GoRdkM84euk/s72-c/IMG_1539.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/what-do-i-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ERnczeip7ImA9WhBUGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-5576158555234159090</id><published>2013-05-06T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-06T06:26:47.982-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-06T06:26:47.982-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pretty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weekend" /><title>Weekend Recap</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Another awesome weekend. &amp;nbsp;Actually, I'm going to back up to Thursday night, because that's when the fun really started. &amp;nbsp;In our school auction several weeks ago, I won a night out at a yoga studio. &amp;nbsp;I was able to invite a bunch of my friends to join me for a yoga class, followed by wine and refreshments. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't that sound awesome? &amp;nbsp;Well, it was! &amp;nbsp;I was a little nervous about it, because I honestly wasn't sure how many friends I could round up on a weeknight, but there ended up being nine of us, and it was perfect. &amp;nbsp;We had such a great time, talking and laughing without having to manage the kids at the same time. &amp;nbsp;Actually, we were having such a good time that I neglected to check my phone. &amp;nbsp;If I had, I might've noticed that my husband was calling and texting me, wondering why I was so late! &amp;nbsp;I guess we were having too much fun. &amp;nbsp;Kevin pointed out later that perhaps it's an indication that I don't go out enough, and I think he's right. &amp;nbsp;I can't remember the last time I went out with girlfriends. &amp;nbsp;I need to do that more. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday involved mostly yard work, prepping the garden beds for planting. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to get dirty and see progress in the yard. &amp;nbsp;(Oh! &amp;nbsp;And have I mentioned we're getting a patio? &amp;nbsp;The workers are here as I type, laying brick and getting us ready for a summer of being able to eat outside. &amp;nbsp;Yay!) &amp;nbsp;We interrupted our yard work to take the boys for ice cream and play frisbee. &amp;nbsp;That night, we watched the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1649419/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1"&gt;The Impossible&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Have you seen it? &amp;nbsp;It's the true story of a family that survived the tsunami in Thailand. &amp;nbsp;It will definitely keep your heart pumping, and you will cry. &amp;nbsp;Even Kevin cried. &amp;nbsp;Big happy tears. &amp;nbsp;That is a movie that will stick with me for a while. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunday was a social day. &amp;nbsp;We started with having friends over to our house for our usual Sunday morning pancake breakfast. &amp;nbsp;They have three little girls, and the five of our kids had a blast playing together. &amp;nbsp;We had fun too - winners all around! &amp;nbsp;We fit in a little more yard work, and then we went over to another friend's house. &amp;nbsp;Lots of playing and talking and laughing. &amp;nbsp;An awesome end to a beautiful weekend. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Taking another cue from the &lt;a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html"&gt;Every Day In May Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, the topic is "What Makes You Uncomfortable?" &amp;nbsp;I didn't want to overlap with &lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2012/11/things-that-stress-me-out.html"&gt;this previous post&lt;/a&gt;, so here are just a few things that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Being Late. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is probably my single biggest annoyance. &amp;nbsp;I can not stand being late. &amp;nbsp;Being late to the movies is the worst, when you're trying to find a seat when the lights are already down. &amp;nbsp;Ugh. &amp;nbsp;Being late to a meeting at work is awful, especially when you're the facilitator. &amp;nbsp;I like being the first one there, even if it's not my meeting, so I can prepare myself. &amp;nbsp;I can't stand being late to anything, which leads me to...&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Not Knowing Where I'm Going. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This makes me uncomfortable, because if I am going somewhere I've never been before, then I don't know how long it will take me to get there, so I have the fear of being late! &amp;nbsp;This year has been full of this, as we are making new friends, starting new school activities, etc. &amp;nbsp; We've been the first person at each of Aaron's baseball practices/games so far, because I wasn't sure where the fields are, so I made sure we allowed for plenty of time to find them. &lt;br /&gt;
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3. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Small Talk. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I wish I was better at it. &amp;nbsp;I try, and I do think I've gotten a little better; but it is still an effort, and I constantly replay conversations in my head afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The Office. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yes, I'm talking about the TV show. &amp;nbsp;Both the UK and US versions. &amp;nbsp;The show is absolutely brilliant, and I've loved it for many years, but Michael Scott had many absolutely cringe-worthy moments. &amp;nbsp;To the point where I had to fast forward the awkwardness or stop watching an episode altogether! &amp;nbsp;But the awesomeness kept pulling me back. &lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Flying. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;My discomfort starts with the ride to the airport, when I run through my list of necessities and wonder if I brought everything. &amp;nbsp;I check to see if we have the passports every two minutes. &amp;nbsp;What if there is a problem with our tickets? &amp;nbsp;What if they can't seat us together? &amp;nbsp;What if we're delayed and miss our connection? &amp;nbsp;I am amped up the entire time, not relaxing until we arrive at our destination and are checked into our hotel or safe at home. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/vwegPAt_-gA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8573217041828048648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/things-that-make-me-uncomfortable.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/8573217041828048648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/8573217041828048648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/vwegPAt_-gA/things-that-make-me-uncomfortable.html" title="Things That Make Me Uncomfortable" /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBqFtNG4wGg/UYO8C2lYcTI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/smFO18I3spo/s72-c/f2e3fbffca28286741219ce2e840d199.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/things-that-make-me-uncomfortable.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHQ3g5fSp7ImA9WhBUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-4363235721710840634</id><published>2013-05-03T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-03T11:40:32.625-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-03T11:40:32.625-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green" /><title>A Few Links</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bellarosebyliz/8320003932/in/faves--cosmically/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by liz rusby via flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I stumbled across some really great stuff online this week...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/sexes/archive/2013/04/why-43-of-women-with-children-leave-their-jobs-and-how-to-get-them-back/275134/"&gt;Why 43% of Women With Children Leave Their Jobs, And How To Get Them Back&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I thought this was a really interesting article, and a lot of the points resonated with me. &amp;nbsp;I haven't even been out of the workforce a year, and I don't plan on staying out for too long, but the question of what I can do while still balancing my family life is one that weighs heavy on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.spin.com/articles/johnny-marr-the-smiths-fallon-performance-video/?utm_source=spintwitter&amp;amp;utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_campaign=spintwitter"&gt;Johnny Marr performing The Smiths' "How Soon is Now?" on Jimmy Fallon&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Just for fun, because I am and always will be a fan of The Smiths.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/t_QMrpUCQvE"&gt;Enjoy a flight over Africa while Listening to the music from Out of Africa. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;Very random, but it's so pretty. &amp;nbsp;Even if all you do is play the music.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/sexes/archive/2013/04/before-i-forget-what-nobody-remembers-about-new-motherhood/274981/"&gt;What Nobody Remembers About New Motherhood&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Do any of you feel this way? &amp;nbsp;I know so many people say that we forget the hard parts, so perhaps it's still too recent for me. &amp;nbsp;I can recall very vividly the pain of childbirth, and the exhaustion I felt those first few months. &amp;nbsp;I remember very well how hard some of those weeks were when I was low on sleep, dealing with a sick baby, and still having to go to work. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;remember how my babies smelled (is there any smell in the world better than a clean baby?), how sweet those 2AM nursing sessions were, and how it felt when they squeezed my fingers with their chubby little hands. &amp;nbsp;And of course I know how amazing they are now. &amp;nbsp;But when a new mom tells me how exhausted she is, I absolutely understand and remember it all. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2013/05/whos-your-celebrity-crush.html?showComment=1367507960290#c1543048549995904435"&gt;I am in &lt;i&gt;total&lt;/i&gt; agreement with Joanna Goddard on this one&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And if you haven't watched New Girl yet, you should. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/wilderness-resources/stories/indian-man-single-handedly-plants-a-1360-acre-forest"&gt;Indian Man Single-Handedly Plants a 1360-acre Forest&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This is just awesome, and it got me thinking about what my legacy will be. &amp;nbsp;A heavy topic for another day...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.esquire.com/blogs/culture/kareem-things-i-wish-i-knew"&gt;Life Lessons with Kareem Abdul-Jabbar&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Yes, sort of random too, but don't dismiss it just because it's written by a former basketball player. &amp;nbsp;It's a really great list!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Whoah! &amp;nbsp;Did I just publish three posts in a single day? &amp;nbsp;Crazy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/3kUMYa8nPME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4363235721710840634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-few-links.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/4363235721710840634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/4363235721710840634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/3kUMYa8nPME/a-few-links.html" title="A Few Links" /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDYYagX9m3E/UYO4WfYjJoI/AAAAAAAAHkA/NG_OkhU8_O8/s72-c/e05db8d4eeb356c3f4f77a11866c21e2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-few-links.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUEQXgzfyp7ImA9WhBUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-3395192013704571917</id><published>2013-05-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-03T05:30:00.687-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-03T05:30:00.687-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes" /><title>Menu of the Week</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos via &lt;a href="http://www.dinneralovestory.com/"&gt;Dinner: A Love Story&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/"&gt;Cooking Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Burgers, &lt;a href="http://Grilled Chicken and Vegetable Quesadillas, Guacamole, Tortilla Chips"&gt;Oven Fries&lt;/a&gt;, Caprese Salad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Last weekend was sunny and beautiful, and it inspired us to break out the grill. &amp;nbsp;Let grilling season begin! &amp;nbsp;It's early for tomatoes, of course, but caprese salad is Aaron's favorite thing in the world, so I got a package of cherry tomatoes and the little mozzarella balls. &amp;nbsp;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/grilled-chicken-vegetable-quesadillas-50400000127520/"&gt;Grilled Chicken and Vegetable Quesadillas&lt;/a&gt;, Guacamole, Tortilla Chips&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quesadillas are always a favorite. &amp;nbsp;Grilling the chicken made them a little different and cool. &amp;nbsp;I left the chicken out of mine and the little guy's, adding some additional veggies. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I adore curry. &amp;nbsp;It might be my favorite meal of all time. &amp;nbsp;I could eat green curry every single night. &amp;nbsp;So I'm disappointed that my boys don't love it too. &amp;nbsp;I try every once in a while to see if things have changed yet. &amp;nbsp;I tried this new recipe, which adds apples to lend a little extra sweetness, and of course I kept the curry seasoning light in order to appeal to the kids. &amp;nbsp;I also added carrots, because I felt it needed more veggies. &amp;nbsp;Results were great for me! &amp;nbsp;The kids...okay. &amp;nbsp;Aaron ate the chicken and rice and picked around most of the veggies (he did not like the apples or carrots). &amp;nbsp;Nathan did pretty well with the rice and veggies (picking out the chicken - my opposite kiddos!), but couldn't finish because he said it was too spicy. &amp;nbsp;Not bad overall, though. &amp;nbsp;We shall persevere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm using the Newport Folk Festival lineup as inspiration to check out some new bands. &amp;nbsp;This is one that's new to me - &lt;a href="http://houndmouth.com/"&gt;Houndmouth&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;They only have an EP out so far - their first full-length album, entitled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One of my all-time favorite pictures of me and my little sister. &amp;nbsp;Dirty and carefree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was born in New York in the Spring of 1974. &amp;nbsp;We lived in the country, owning goats and chickens and enjoying fruit trees and fresh milk from the farm down the road. &amp;nbsp;My first chore was to collect eggs from the chicken coop. &amp;nbsp;I loved it. &amp;nbsp;My parents divorced when I was five, and I moved with my mom and sisters to North Carolina when I was eight. &amp;nbsp;I spent a lot of time reading books and too much of my teenage years trying to be liked. &amp;nbsp;In college, I spent a lot of time by myself in order to figure out all the things I really loved - poetry, music, sports, nature. &amp;nbsp;I loved growing up near the beach, and I adored my university, and I was grateful for my first job and the many friends I made and still have. &amp;nbsp;But North Carolina never really felt like home to me. &amp;nbsp;I moved to Boston in 1999. &amp;nbsp;This is home. &amp;nbsp;I have a handsome and funny husband and two amazing little boys. &amp;nbsp;I worked hard for sixteen years and am now taking a break from the office to walk my kids to school. &amp;nbsp;I am entering a new phase of life, and I am loving it. &amp;nbsp;I'm making new friends, watching my kids grow, and still trying to learn new things. &amp;nbsp;I'm practicing on my new piano, reading, cooking, doing yoga, planting a garden, and taking care of our little old house. &amp;nbsp;Life is beautiful. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/6_MShgVzSso" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7362976829640187413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-story-of-my-life.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/7362976829640187413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/7362976829640187413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/6_MShgVzSso/the-story-of-my-life.html" title="The Story of My Life" /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztxDkIO0z9o/UYJ4LUcMhOI/AAAAAAAAHjg/faYEGjLo1R0/s72-c/meandem.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-story-of-my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DQ3k_eip7ImA9WhBUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-8843710189610012018</id><published>2013-04-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-29T06:42:52.742-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-29T06:42:52.742-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weekend" /><title>Weekend Recap</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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What a fun and happy weekend. &amp;nbsp;The weather was picture-perfect from start to finish, and we enjoyed every moment outside. &amp;nbsp;We kicked it off on Friday with pizza and brownies to celebrate Kevin's birthday. &amp;nbsp;He's now 38, which makes me feel a little better. &amp;nbsp;That month between our birthdays where he is two years younger irritates me just a bit. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On Saturday morning, Aaron put on his new baseball uniform and walked in a parade with the rest of the town little league teams. &amp;nbsp;They walk right in our neighborhood and end at the fields next to our house, so it was very convenient. &amp;nbsp;It was also ridiculously cute, these little guys (and yes a few girls!) in matching outfits. &amp;nbsp;Tonight is their first game. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aaron attended a birthday party, and Nathan and I played at home while Kevin got started on the yard work. &amp;nbsp;That night, Kevin slept on the couch while I watched 'Lincoln'. &amp;nbsp;I knew that it was a long movie, so I expected it to feel rather slow in parts, but I was engaged the entire time and thought it went by very quickly. &amp;nbsp;The acting was tremendous, as expected, and I really enjoyed it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We went to the Red Sox game on Sunday, and the difference between last year and this year was striking. &amp;nbsp;The boys were much more interested in what was going on in the game, especially Aaron. &amp;nbsp;Nathan was still mostly interested in pizza and ice cream, but he had fun seeing Wally and did not complain. &amp;nbsp;Aaron asked lots of good questions, and we talked about the players, positions, and the rules during the game. &amp;nbsp;He was actually upset when we decided to leave before the last inning in order to beat the crowds. &amp;nbsp;Very cool and very fun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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*The tulips have arrived! &amp;nbsp;The front of our house is so brightly colored now, and it makes me happy every time I see them. &amp;nbsp;(I know&lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-showers.html"&gt; I post pictures&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers-bring-may-flowers.html"&gt;my tulips&lt;/a&gt; every &lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-day.html"&gt;Spring&lt;/a&gt;, but&lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-and-goals_09.html"&gt; they are worth&lt;/a&gt; celebrating &lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2012/04/demolition-easter-and-spring-flowers.html"&gt;each year&lt;/a&gt;!) &amp;nbsp;Next will come pictures of azaleas, rhododendrons, and then the lilacs. &amp;nbsp;Ooooh, lilacs. &amp;nbsp;We are reaching the happy part of Spring. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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*More and more happy and inspiring stories are coming out of last week's tragedies. &amp;nbsp;I loved&lt;a href="http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/hospitals-exchange-bbq-pizza-disasters-boston-waco-135012715--abc-news-health.html"&gt; this one &lt;/a&gt;- Mass General Hospital ER bought pizza for the hospital near West, Texas. &amp;nbsp;They were so pleased that they returned the favor and sent BBQ back to MGH. &amp;nbsp;I also continue to be inspired by the victims. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/23/adrianne-haslet-davis-lost-foot-boston-bombing_n_3142067.html"&gt;This woman - Adrianne Haslet-Davis - is a dancer&lt;/a&gt;, and she lost her foot in the explosion. &amp;nbsp;She sounds so positive and determined to keep living. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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*&lt;a href="http://www.bostonmagazine.com/news/blog/2013/04/25/behind-our-may-boston-marathon-cover/"&gt;The cover of Boston Magazine's latest issue&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp; Made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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*Aaron started baseball this week. &amp;nbsp;He's excited, and last night he told me he might be a baseball player when he grows up. &amp;nbsp;It's fun to jump into this new phase. &amp;nbsp;On a somewhat related note, the Red Sox are in first place. &amp;nbsp;I know it's April, but still.&lt;/div&gt;
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*Our friend gave us a box of records he had sitting in his garage. &amp;nbsp;I love inheriting these old records. &amp;nbsp;Our little collection is growing fast. &amp;nbsp;I put on Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy while I did some cleaning. &amp;nbsp;Nice. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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*I exercised every day this week, including a challenging 90-minute yoga class on Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;I feel good. &amp;nbsp;When I start wearing shorts, the whiteness of my legs will still be a shock, but I think I will otherwise feel ready for it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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*Aaron and I are reading The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. &amp;nbsp;It's our first non-picture chapter book in a while, because Nathan tends to make this type of reading difficult. &amp;nbsp;We're about halfway through, and Aaron is loving it. &amp;nbsp;I am, too. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0062124269/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0062124269&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=httpmwazloves-20"&gt;Flight Behavior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpmwazloves-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0062124269" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have always enjoyed Barbara Kingsolver books. &amp;nbsp;I think I've read them all now, and if you know her style, then you won't be surprised by this one. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It takes place in Appalachia, and the main character is a woman with two young kids who feels trapped by her marriage and motherhood and desperately wants to escape. &amp;nbsp;She discovers an enormous colony of monarch butterflies in the woods behind her farm, which brings publicity and scientists. &amp;nbsp;They begin researching why the butterflies landed there, since they usually spend their winters in Mexico. &amp;nbsp;It turns into a rather long lecture about the reality and dangers of global warming, and while I agree with the message, the story ended up getting a little lost as a result. &amp;nbsp;Overall, it's good, and I do still love the way Barbara Kingsolver can craft a gorgeous sentence, but it didn't move me as much as some of her other books. &lt;br /&gt;
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This book chronicles Steve Martin's career as a stand-up comedian. &amp;nbsp;He started work as a ten-year-old, selling guidebooks at Disneyland. &amp;nbsp;The book describes how he learned magic and comedy, and how he honed his craft and perfected his routine over many years. &amp;nbsp;That alone is fascinating, even in the hands of a boring writer. &amp;nbsp;But Steve Martin is a good writer, too. &amp;nbsp;He describes his relationships with his parents and sister, his girlfriends, and his bouts of depression with emotion and honesty, as though he's telling his tale to a friend. &amp;nbsp;This time of his life occurs during the 1970s, and he also writes about some of the decade's major events and cultural milestones from his perspective. &amp;nbsp;I really enjoyed this book. &lt;br /&gt;
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I loved this book too. &amp;nbsp;As in, I stayed up way too late for several nights in order to finish it. &amp;nbsp;It's the author's first novel, and perhaps you can tell at times, but I liked that he seemed to try hard to perfect the writing. &amp;nbsp;The setting is New York City in the late 1930s, and the main character is a 25-year-old working-class girl. &amp;nbsp;The characters are interesting, and the story ends up evolving in unexpected ways. &amp;nbsp;I also loved all the literary references, the descriptions of the city at that time, and even the jazz. &amp;nbsp;Highly recommend.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MaryLoves/~4/zOi3UYJFkyM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6362124676065836259/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/04/recently-read.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/6362124676065836259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124304457324938957/posts/default/6362124676065836259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MaryLoves/~3/zOi3UYJFkyM/recently-read.html" title="Recently Read" /><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04604043603331696042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6TLCm4p3nQ/Tm_8XVsiOmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/46-w7voLkgE/s220/me%2Bin%2Bitaly.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZrMeXspOPk/UXfUOxrY9wI/AAAAAAAAHh4/a7LdwRpkN8U/s72-c/Recently+Read.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/04/recently-read.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BSX47fip7ImA9WhBVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124304457324938957.post-2241693961228093338</id><published>2013-04-22T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T06:30:58.006-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-23T06:30:58.006-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weekend" /><title>Looking Forward...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I'm honestly not really sure where this post is going to go. &amp;nbsp;I just feel like writing. &amp;nbsp;Last week was...well, &lt;i&gt;tense&lt;/i&gt; is the best word I can come up with. &amp;nbsp;The entire city was on edge. &amp;nbsp;It was also school vacation week, which was probably a good thing. &amp;nbsp;The boys provided me with a happy distraction from the news. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have to struggle a bit to think about what filled our week after &lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2013/04/my-heart-is-heavy-today.html"&gt;Monday&lt;/a&gt;, but I seem to recall a couple playdates with friends, lots of bike/scooter riding, the start of smoothie season, a backpack full of books from the library, and tons and tons of playing catch. &amp;nbsp;It was good, and only on rare occasions did I hear the dreaded "but Mom, what can I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;?" from the boys. &amp;nbsp;I read the paper and caught up on the news at night, and kept it in small doses. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Friday was a particularly stressful day here, as I'm sure you know, and I canceled plans to run some errands that morning. &amp;nbsp;We were nervous about letting the boys play outside, even though we live a few towns away from where the action was. &amp;nbsp;As I said....tense. &amp;nbsp;So it felt good to get on the road after lunch and leave the city for a couple days. &amp;nbsp;We went to visit our best friends in New York, and we enjoyed a fun and relaxing time; especially after watching the capture Friday night. &amp;nbsp;We talked and laughed and played, and we even managed a double date night, leaving all our kids with a sitter Saturday night. &amp;nbsp;We were struggling to remember the last time we all went out, but we think it was about five years ago! &amp;nbsp;So we celebrated the start of a new and easier phase. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And so now is the start of a new week. &amp;nbsp;The area feels different, but an optimism and determination has settled in. &amp;nbsp;As we drove home yesterday, highway signs read, "We are One Boston. &amp;nbsp;We thank all of you." &amp;nbsp;These signs of solidarity are everywhere, and they are hopeful and inspiring. &amp;nbsp; And so we all now look forward...&lt;/div&gt;
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I am looking forward to seeing the tulips in our front yard bloom. &amp;nbsp;(They are &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; close! &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow, perhaps?)&lt;/div&gt;
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This is the soundtrack of my week. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00B45GI4W/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00B45GI4W&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=httpmwazloves-20"&gt;Kingsley Flood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpmwazloves-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00B45GI4W" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;
 will make my list of favorite albums for this year. &amp;nbsp;The song in this video reminds me a lot of Dr. Dog, and it's fun, but it's not even close to my favorite of the bunch. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It really was such a beautiful day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-9-why-i-love-boston-patriots-day.html"&gt;Patriot's Day has always been my favorite day in Boston&lt;/a&gt;, and I've always lived in towns on the marathon route. &amp;nbsp;I remember my first year, when I wandered up to Beacon Street, and I ended up spending the afternoon with some neighbors and college students that I had never met. &amp;nbsp;They just invited me to sit down, have a drink, and enjoy the show. &amp;nbsp;That's the kind of day it is. &amp;nbsp;Boston has the reputation for being cold, unfriendly, where people don't even know their neighbors. &amp;nbsp;I refute this fact, although perhaps we do value our privacy at times. &amp;nbsp;On Patriot's Day, though, the entire city is one big block party. &amp;nbsp;Everybody is out on their front lawns, watching, cheering, and using the day as an excuse to gather with friends and family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And that's the people who don't run! &amp;nbsp;The people who run the marathon get a special experience - the type that appears on people's bucket lists. &amp;nbsp;It's an achievement of a grand sort and one that is and should be celebrated. &amp;nbsp;Last year, I was so excited to celebrate with &lt;a href="http://portlandsunshine.blogspot.com/2013/04/processing.html"&gt;my friend Sara&lt;/a&gt; who checked that item off her bucket list. &amp;nbsp;We also &lt;a href="http://mwazloves.blogspot.com/2012/04/weekend-recap_17.html"&gt;got to attend the early Red Sox game on a glorious day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday, Aaron really wanted to go see the runners, so we watched for a while from our hometown, which is at about mile 10. &amp;nbsp;We cheered the wheelchairs, who are always so inspiring. &amp;nbsp;We watched in awe as the women leaders came racing through. &amp;nbsp;We watched the first men racers, who look as if their bodies were made to glide along the road. &amp;nbsp;We then went to spend the day with friends and did not stay to cheer on the later runners, which is where the fun usually is. &amp;nbsp;The big crowds, the runners who are raising money for charity, the ones who are running for the 20th time, the ones in crazy costumes...&lt;/div&gt;
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Marathon Monday is such a beautiful tradition, and it has now been changed forever. &amp;nbsp;I can only hope that the 2014 Marathon is a great, big, wonderful party. &amp;nbsp;I know I'll be there. &amp;nbsp;For now, I continue to take comfort in the goodness of people that shines through in times like these. &amp;nbsp;Today, Aaron said he wished we could've been there to help those that were hurt and the runners who were cold or thirsty. &amp;nbsp;That inclination to want to help is in the vast majority of us, and that's what I'm choosing to focus on today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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