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My life rocks, that's the mantra.

But dayum, how it throws for a loop once a while.  As in, today.

Let's jus say my blood pressure is now in check, meds are ordered, the panic and pressure that has gripped me for months straight </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/05/in-response.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-4550850433366555153</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-10T13:35:16.135-04:00</atom:updated><title>I think I'll have another.</title><atom:summary>

guess who?

This whole notion of 'getting back to writing' is tougher than I thought.  One day goes by without committing thought to electron, then another, and then a week, and there you go creating a wasteland of nothing but nothing.

'Nothing' isn't very entertaining or informative.  'Nothing' is what teens and angry spouses say when asked 'what's wrong?'  You KNOW that 'nothing' isn't the </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/05/i-think-ill-have-another.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29UbXAshX2o/UY0vdyHbXSI/AAAAAAAABvg/E4SnTS7JBdw/s72-c/Guess+who.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5877455525855816653</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-03T13:55:02.253-04:00</atom:updated><title>It's a fun place, really.</title><atom:summary>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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Yes we do, ALL of us.  Even that goofy kid with the funny shirt in the corner over there, and the cosplay chick with attention deficit problems, and whoever that is that just walked in the room and smells like pancakes.

ALL OF THEM KNOW WHAT 14 March MEANS!

Do you?

---

Yes, I'm talking about 'Pi Day.' Pi Day, and also 'Pie Day' as well!  Two things to </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/03/its-14th-of-march-you-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8X7fvXKGCs/UUInKi14WBI/AAAAAAAABuI/yuCHJYiTiv0/s72-c/make+it+so.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-3613884510175840745</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2013 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-08T11:59:45.645-05:00</atom:updated><title>Things I did not know</title><atom:summary>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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&lt;![endif]--&gt;During one of my mental health breaks at work today I did a
little online tour of the college campus where I spent many a happy year back in the
Stone Age.  </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/03/its-all-very-odd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcIOL51bbjY/UTEGMDzjhxI/AAAAAAAABto/sL7tyiBktdY/s72-c/now.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-2968435326704014676</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-28T14:46:52.569-05:00</atom:updated><title>Still don't care for sock monkeys</title><atom:summary>

My HS yearbook photo*

I was inspired to do something different with my hair today after spending way too much time looking at YouTube videos of how ladies with long hair style it so it looks like something other than a sad mop.  Because, my hair?  She is a sad mop, mostly.

One thing I noticed in these videos is that most of them are for gals with long STRAIGHT hair.  Hair that's easy to brush</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/still-dont-care-for-sock-monkeys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKXrz0JIig0/US-yeYqwH5I/AAAAAAAABsk/VJm1CjyLKP8/s72-c/badhair6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-3552431311971962255</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-25T16:14:52.113-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nose is back in working order</title><atom:summary>

I opted to work from home today; it's something I do as often as possible because there's no commute involved, I don't have to listen to people doing things like eating or gossiping, and we have way better snacks at the Tiny House than in the corporate vending machines.  Oh, and I can hang out in my PJs as long as I want, which is a fabulous productivity booster.

Sometimes, though, working at </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/nose-is-back-in-working-order.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8aXF2tOu8/USvN7O6P76I/AAAAAAAABrg/-ajxEu3-d7M/s72-c/Reek_NEGAS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-703906443112862932</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-24T16:43:46.094-05:00</atom:updated><title>I might not really be so brilliant.</title><atom:summary>I was peering at my blog feed thingie a few moments ago, and had the most amazing epiphany - and it is this: because just about nobody writes personal blogs anymore, that means that the rest of us are competing for readers in a much smaller pond!

Wait - that didn't come out quite right.  What I mean is that with the dearth of personal blogs, and the growing number of internet-capable people in </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-might-not-really-be-so-brilliant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0FeNx67WxM/USqJck5nCMI/AAAAAAAABqc/ejY5lQ742uQ/s72-c/blogging-life-cycle.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-520240272587625330</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-23T19:35:12.378-05:00</atom:updated><title>An afternoon of firsts</title><atom:summary>


Via http://www.creativesparksceramics.com/


Today was going to include a family activity, dagnabbit!  Something we could all do equally, with some creativity thrown in, and it had better not be outdoors because today's weather featured the word "Miserable" front and center, and we're not talking the musical by almost the same name.

So, the Things were told to be ready to leave the house at 1</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/an-afternoon-of-firsts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_jW7xV-QwE/USlfSY-B2nI/AAAAAAAABpY/l33vo2pBXgk/s72-c/its+true.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-2915067793832781635</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 19:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-22T14:10:32.054-05:00</atom:updated><title>Notice anything?</title><atom:summary>

I got so freaking sick and tired of dealing with the stupid comments thing that I finally, FINALLY, booted the 7-year-old inscrutable template, replacing it with one of Blogger's 'out of the box' models, which I then promptly started messing with to 'personalize' this page a little.

Bonus - the posts now roll up by year, showing very very clearly just how much I used to post and how much I </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/notice-anything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bn_0mDaLKPo/USfCBTNwLSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/GLPBJgQ8-rE/s72-c/firstimageoftheGIS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-8008009919424836974</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2013 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-14T18:22:15.919-05:00</atom:updated><title>For the BHE</title><atom:summary>

My heart, fairly predictably, pumps a steady rhythm day in and out, a slow counting out of moments, but for those moments when he draws near and somehow the heart knows and quickens its pace, thrilled by the nearness of his heart to it.  There is no explanation for this phenomenon, except perhaps that the racing pulse is calling out loudly to his heart to hear it and come closer to share a </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/for-bhe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1nWYLUzyN8/UR1w1HtERRI/AAAAAAAABm4/xBexQw1fbOA/s72-c/heart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-902672953589112025</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-12T08:32:53.088-05:00</atom:updated><title>This is progress?</title><atom:summary>

Letter came in the mail not too long ago:

'Dear Customer,

Just a lil' FYI, but we, your mortgage servicer, are filing for bankruptcy, so we sold your loan servicing to another company and hope that's OK. Bye!'

Um, OK.  Guess there's not much I can do about it anyhow, right?  Send a sternly worded letter to Giant Corporation telling them how very disgruntled I am and they should not have done</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/this-is-progress.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ifZEPyXjAg/URpEW8R_SGI/AAAAAAAABl0/YXx8qGzH4S4/s72-c/chump.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-9196734694549590454</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2013 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-11T13:13:15.046-05:00</atom:updated><title>One more for the pizza</title><atom:summary>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/one-more-for-pizza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ8j2nYS4qA/URkz-CIYYCI/AAAAAAAABkw/WJMu1faE-Tc/s72-c/nice+shoes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-4725202453486063722</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2013 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-07T07:55:11.240-05:00</atom:updated><title>How things do change</title><atom:summary>This morning, while idly whiling away a few minutes at the computer before braving the stress that is 'getting ready for work,' I somehow got the notion to look up old Romper Room episodes to reaquaint myself with Miss Nancy/Barbara/whomever and to get a gander at the ol' magic mirror.  I was fascinated with the magic mirror - so groovy!

Turns out?  Magic mirror is kind of lame.  And kids were </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/how-things-do-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-9205172165356258420</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2013 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-04T15:22:03.530-05:00</atom:updated><title>Utterly astounding</title><atom:summary>

I took this blog off the Networked Blogs feed a couple of weeks ago because I was tired of it auto-posting to FB that a new post was up.  Face it, most of the people who are 'friends' on FB aren't really into blog reading so much anymore, just like 99.5% of all people.  Those people might not appreciate why I still write the occasional post, might think I have some kind of 'agenda' or, more </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/utterly-astounding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eZexIvprRo/URAYUDnV7PI/AAAAAAAABjs/0rAEWg6L6Ls/s72-c/EmptyLot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-1893548373035761241</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2013 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-01T16:03:29.022-05:00</atom:updated><title>wherever there's a sunbeam...</title><atom:summary>Have I talked about cats lately?  I could you know.  We have 3 of them.  You'd think there's be something to say about them, but they're so danged lazy that really all that can be said is

1 is fluffy and sheds like it's his job
1 is semi-fluffy and scratches herself like it's her job
1 is not at all fluffy and barfs regularly

They are not playful and full of antics, at all.  They are not </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/02/wherever-theres-sunbeam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yXb89J_vFY/UQwtdw080jI/AAAAAAAABio/H6iFiIZLBoI/s72-c/dreamy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5337003056942731313</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2013 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-28T12:30:53.789-05:00</atom:updated><title>Oh, just coughing up a lung lobe or 2.  And you?</title><atom:summary>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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Y'all know my blog is written in Sanskrit on a clay tablet, right?  The design was done FOREVER ago and it's not exactly user-friendly.  When Haloscan, my preferred and much-loved commenting widget, went belly up and Echo took over, the comments portion of this blog stayed reasonably useable, but once Echo went and I was left on my own I managed to bork up the comments beyond anything I thought</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/01/for-someone-smarter-than-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3ixCjUzl9o/UP_nLeNOWQI/AAAAAAAABhQ/bK8w5EO35bI/s72-c/help.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-8979381032250172410</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-22T09:04:36.126-05:00</atom:updated><title>Seatbelt not optional</title><atom:summary>

Whoopsie!

My mom goes to Florida every winter, has done for about as long as she's known my stepdad.  They have a lovely condo right on the beach, a 2-bedroom affair that he's had for years and years, and they live in a building where they have gobs of friends.  As you can imagine (condo, Florida, all winter), the building is full of 'people of a certain age,' which I think is great because it</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/01/seatbelt-not-optional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHq_hG0SaW4/UP6bF3YjQhI/AAAAAAAABg8/jyNSLBXtUbc/s72-c/car-crashed-into-fence.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-3812986930255468380</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2013 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-03T11:08:00.337-05:00</atom:updated><title>It's becoming a regular thing</title><atom:summary>

The third of January rolls around once again, and once again the Biffster and I celebrate another anniversary.  This is our fourth (FOURTH!), which seems impossible, but the calendar does not lie.  Hard to believe that 4 years ago we were looking forward to welcoming friends and family into our home to help us celebrate gittin' hitched.  It wasn't a big crowd, but it filled the Tiny House and </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2013/01/its-becoming-regular-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5IDdvtVjts/UOWsQVvA_5I/AAAAAAAABgc/3DwuUDbPHM0/s72-c/anniv4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5391180083685223060</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2013 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-31T22:29:04.079-05:00</atom:updated><title>A New Season</title><atom:summary>Things are new, then they age.  All things created get old, wear out, and must eventually make way for a replacement.  All things.  Thus it is with paramecia, land masses, people, solar systems, and years.

As it was, 2012 wasn't so bad for us at the Tiny House. We had some good times, made memories, were (generally) patient with each other and made progress in many ways.  It was a good calm year</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-new-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
