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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEGSXg6eip7ImA9WhRaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934764985845436183</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:20:28.612-07:00</updated><category term="Tyndale" /><category term="Contest" /><category term="Civic" /><category term="Award" /><category term="Grandma" /><category term="Cheap-o" /><category term="Reverse" /><category term="Elegance" /><category term="Deals" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Parenting" /><category term="Blissfully Domestic" /><category term="Finds" /><category term="Poem" /><category term="Montana Life" /><category term="Sabbath" /><category term="Booksneeze" /><category term="Crafts" /><category term="WFMW" /><category term="Mediocre Gardening" /><category term="Finer Things" /><category term="Book Worm" /><category term="Soapbox" /><category term="Food" /><category term="This Weeks Cravings" /><category term="The Institution" /><category term="Beauty" /><category term="Writing" /><category term="Humor" /><category term="Whatever" /><category term="Faith" /><category term="Easter" /><category term="Recipes" /><category term="Misc." /><category term="Giveaway" /><category term="Volunteering" /><category term="Multnomah" /><category term="Menu Plan Monday" /><category term="Dutch" /><title>Bitterroot Mama</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterrootmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bitterrootmama.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934764985845436183/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Bitterroot Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08118418752203955108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHj4D55bFRw/TMijhD0F5KI/AAAAAAAAAqs/KJ1v3eef944/S220/Jenedit.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/pimjx" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/pimjx" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/pimjx</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQHY4fCp7ImA9WhZaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934764985845436183.post-7145188704778336624</id><published>2011-06-30T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:00:01.834-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-30T00:00:01.834-06:00</app:edited><title>Bitterroot Mama by the Numbers - And Farewell</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This forget-me-not finally bloomed, after almost 2 years of living in my windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;
The point here is obviously to forget-me-not.&lt;br /&gt;
And that living in my windowsill may not be the best environment for anyone, including plants.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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If this were the last day of school, I'd be all nervous about getting everyone to sign my yearbook. Luckily, we don't have to post our dorky pictures anymore -- although that hasn't stopped me or anyone else from plastering their faces all over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing my part to add&amp;nbsp;lots of blackmail &lt;br /&gt;
pictures&amp;nbsp;to the world wide web.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It's the last day of June and the&amp;nbsp;last day of Bitterroot Mama. (It's OK. You can cry if you want to.)&amp;nbsp;I'm married to a number cruncher and it's starting to rub off, so I thought I'd share a few stats about the blog with you. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVRX3QoWplE/THWUBJl5rII/AAAAAAAAAlk/Q4_dL2KuyP0/s1600/Amigurumi+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVRX3QoWplE/THWUBJl5rII/AAAAAAAAAlk/Q4_dL2KuyP0/s200/Amigurumi+001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My short journey into &lt;br /&gt;
the world of amigurumi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;17,989&lt;/strong&gt; total pageviews &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;1,099&lt;/strong&gt; visits through &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;http://www.wearethatfamily.com/&lt;/a&gt; 's Work for Me Wednesday feature&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;745&lt;/strong&gt; comments (approximately half are mine)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;375 &lt;/strong&gt;posts&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;202&lt;/strong&gt; visits to the ever-popular &lt;a href="http://bitterrootmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/grace-kelly-scarf-tutorial.html"&gt;Grace Kelly Scarf Tutorial&lt;/a&gt; page&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;176&lt;/strong&gt; pageviews from people in the Netherlands&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;111 &lt;/strong&gt;visits to the &lt;a href="http://bitterrootmama.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-annual-picky-person-gift-giving.html"&gt;First Annual Picky Person Gift Giving Guide&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(unfortunately, there will never be a second annual guide)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;80 &lt;/strong&gt;pageviews from people in China&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt; fantastic followers&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YH1QcOwpjXc/THaOsKzicHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xOrXXjEykeo/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YH1QcOwpjXc/THaOsKzicHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xOrXXjEykeo/s200/004.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I saw this, I wasn't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;
Weird that I am now, huh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt; visits from people searching for "sad memoirs"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;14&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;pathetic&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;attempts&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;making &lt;a href="http://bitterrootmama.blogspot.com/search/label/Crafts"&gt;crafts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;$2.39&lt;/strong&gt; - total blog earnings through Google Adsense&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; red velvet cupcake&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for following along with me&amp;nbsp;as I turned into&amp;nbsp;a crunchy Montana mom.&amp;nbsp;I'm proud of this blog and all of the great writing practice it's been. I've enjoyed the friendships I've made and nurtured on this site. I've learned from you, and I hope you learned something from me as well. All of the pages will stay up, so you can reminisce as you please, but this is really the end. No more posts. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have my permission not to follow me via Google Friend Connect anymore, but please say "Hi" whenever you see me in person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Bitterroot Mama&lt;br /&gt;
(Bitterroot Mama needs awhile to stop&amp;nbsp;referring to herself in the third person. She will get over it someday.) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-7145188704778336624?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wc_ivZKtAo0/TgqXRsIBubI/AAAAAAAAA38/j1Dn4dsbVKY/s1600/Collagesending.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wc_ivZKtAo0/TgqXRsIBubI/AAAAAAAAA38/j1Dn4dsbVKY/s400/Collagesending.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
In order to explain the demise of Bitterroot Mama, I'd like to turn to three Christian music artists for a little help (and to date my coming-of-age&amp;nbsp;to the 1990s, when music was music and life seemed&amp;nbsp;simpler, though much more vague). &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Lines of My Earth"&lt;/strong&gt; by the now defunct Sixpence None the Richer:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;
"And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again,&lt;br /&gt;
For the money we shall make.&lt;br /&gt;
This is the last &lt;strike&gt;song&lt;/strike&gt; [blog post] that I'll write&lt;br /&gt;
'Til you tell me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;
And it's because I just don't feel it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Is it just me or are lots of&amp;nbsp;blogs out there&amp;nbsp;just mouthpieces for small or large corporations? It takes time to keep up a blog (how I know!) and bloggers want to be compensated with money or credit or samples or cool giveaways, but it seems that too many blogs are just propaganda. I guess I'm not willing to go that far. (Or I'm really good at hiding from the PR people, one or the other.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Adding to the Noise"&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Switchfoot (whom I met one time after a concert and&amp;nbsp;lived near the town where I spent my formative musical years. Confession to Switchfoot: I said I'd never wash my hands after shaking yours after that concert but I did. Do you know how many pieces of raw meat I've touched since then? Good. I knew you'd understand.):&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
"If we're adding to the noise&lt;br /&gt;
turn off this song &lt;br /&gt;
If we're adding to the noise &lt;br /&gt;
turn off your stereo, radio, video ohh..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Are you ever distracted by the internet? Say, checking your email&amp;nbsp;25 times a day or following over 50 blogs because they follow you and you just HAVE to follow them back? Oh wait. Maybe that's me. As much as I enjoy writing on this blog and following certain blogs (you know who you are), it's too much of a time commitment. Instead of becoming a hyper-networked gal, I glory in the fact that I don't have a Facebook account, I've never Twittered, I'm not LinkedIn, and I don't even know how Farmville works. I'm not using that whole living in Montana thing as&amp;nbsp;an excuse not to get started on these&amp;nbsp;online networks...actually I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Seize the Day"&lt;/strong&gt; by Carolyn Arends, an under-appreciated musical artist and author from Canada:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
"Seize the day, seize whatever you can&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause life slips away just like hourglass sand...."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
"You can do what you will with the days you are given &lt;br /&gt;
I'm trying to spend mine on the business of living."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
By living, I mean spending more time with my family, actually weeding my garden, trying out new recipes, enjoying friendships, playing the piano, exercising, reading books (you know I can't resist!), and writing for markets that actually pay. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you can now have a few more minutes of your day to do something meaningful. If you want to know how I'm doing (or are dying to know how quickly I'm killing my garden), just give me a call (if we're buds like that) or drop me an email. I'd be happy to talk with you. Or lip-sync old school DC Talk songs with you --&amp;nbsp;because that's still really, really&amp;nbsp;cool. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-3798767984233543889?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I've read 51 books in 2011, despite my desire to slow down. One just keeps leading to another and another. So, in an effort not to run out of interesting books to read, please share some of your favorites in the comments. I want to hear your favorite overall books, your favorite non-fiction, favorite beach reads, etc. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are my favorites you ask? (I'm pretending you're reading this and asking that.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't really choose. Don't make me! I still love the &lt;a href="http://bitterrootmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/yada-yada-yada.html"&gt;Yada Yada Prayer Group&lt;/a&gt; series by Neta Jackson. I still love &lt;a href="http://bitterrootmama.blogspot.com/2010/04/girl-meets-god-by-lauren-winner.html"&gt;Lauren F. Winner's&lt;/a&gt; books. I still love the Wingfeather Saga (&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitterrootmama.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-edge-of-dark-sea-of-darkness.html"&gt;On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness&lt;/a&gt;, North!, or Be Eaten&lt;/em&gt;). I love so many books, it's hard to stop at just one. But I will because this last Book Worm post is almost done. (Now I'm trying not to cry.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-7402056055447438292?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cheesy Crockpot Enchiladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(serves 4-6)&lt;br /&gt;
3 cans cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;
1 (medium) can evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;
2&amp;nbsp;c. cooked, shredded chicken&lt;br /&gt;
1 tsp. thyme&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 tsp. garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 tsp. onion powder&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 tsp. chili powder&lt;br /&gt;
15 oz. bag of tortilla chips&lt;br /&gt;
2 cups Mexican blend cheese, shredded&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Mix together cream of chicken soups and evaporated milk in a stockpot. Add spices. Heat until bubbling and thickened. Add chicken and mix well.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Layer crushed chips, soup mix, and cheese a couple of times, ending with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
3. Heat on medium for 2 hours, or until the cheese is melted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Note: I personally think this would look cool with blue tortilla chips. You could serve it with salsa on the side for a patriotic meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-8412551981437478629?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As I mentioned, this past weekend my sister got married. It was a casual affair, so I begged to make the cake. Of course, my sister doesn't like cake; she wanted a&amp;nbsp;cheesecake. I made a big one and a teeny one and transported it in the car for 7 hours, which apparently didn't hurt the flavor because this is what the photographer said about it:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;
"This makes me want to be a better person."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I'm not quite sure what that means, but&amp;nbsp;I don't think he liked cheesecake before that day. Of course, the scrumptious toppings may have had something to do with it. I made a caramel topping from &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Caramel-Sauce-104072"&gt;this epicurious recipe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/supreme-strawberry-topping/detail.aspx"&gt;strawberry topping from allrecipes.com&lt;/a&gt;. In retrospect, I wish I had cut the strawberries up a bit thinner for the sauce. And the flowers on the cheesecake are fake, but they did the trick. Unfortunately, I don't have a cheesecake recipe to share with you, but I'll give you a different recipe tomorrow. Keep on reading...the blog's&amp;nbsp;not over yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-2721213229099665565?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Eric Weiner traveled first to the Netherlands on this search for happiness and searched through the World Happiness Database (WDH). From that information and his own intuition, he planned an itinerary that included Switzerland, Bhutan, Qatar, Iceland, Moldova (for unhappiness), Thailand, Great Britain, India, and the USA. At times profound, at times profane, and at most times hilarious, he provides a window into the things that make people happy. From the WDH, he learned that happy people are most likely to be:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;extroverted&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;optimistic&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;married&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Republican&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;religious&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;college graduates (but people with advanced degrees are not as happy)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;active sexually&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;busy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;wealthy (but only marginally happier than poor people)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
From his travels, he learned that this was only part of the equation. Largely homogeneous societies like Iceland and Switzerland are happy, but so are the racially diverse, less uptight&amp;nbsp;people in the Netherlands. Marginally happy Qatar has plenty of money, but no&amp;nbsp;defining culture. Extremely unhappy Moldova has hardly any money and no culture. Thais regard over-thinking&amp;nbsp;as suspicious and tend to be very happy. Bhutan&amp;nbsp;measures its&amp;nbsp;Gross National Happiness with statistics. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I found much to contemplate in this book. For as long as I've lived in Montana, I've never really felt at home. I've&amp;nbsp;wondered if&amp;nbsp;moving somewhere else would make me happier. What Weiner learned, and I felt was true also, was that there are some things more important than happiness. If you're religious, then&amp;nbsp;pleasing God would mean more than your own happiness. The Guri-ji whose ashram he attended in India told him that love is more important than happiness. And&amp;nbsp;a man from Bhutan told him that "Happiness is one hundred percent relational." Having close relationships (and a good book) means more than the particular address where I live.&amp;nbsp;No matter where I go, friends and family will support me more than the earth's crust. This reminds me of a verse from 1 Corinthians 13: "So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love" (The Message). There. I just saved you a trip around the world and a call to a realtor. You can thank me later. (PG-13, recommended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-4608196984206034652?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have approximately three wanna-be Chinese recipes in my repertoire. This sweet and sour chicken is one of them. I found this recipe in a book called &lt;em&gt;The Potluck Club&lt;/em&gt;. I wanted to like the book, but I actually didn't read it and just looked at the recipes in the back. I also switched the recipe from an oven meal to a fast stove top dinner. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sweet and Sour Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(serves 4)&lt;br /&gt;
1. Preheat a large skillet to medium high. Add a little canola oil.&lt;br /&gt;
2. In a large bowl, mix together:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Tbsp. olive oil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Tbsp. low sodium soy sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Tbsp. honey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Tbsp. white vinegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 1/2 tsp. dried thyme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 1/2 tsp. paprika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dash of cayenne pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 to 1 tsp. black pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
3. To the preheated skillet, add&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts&amp;nbsp;OR 6 thighs&lt;/strong&gt; that have been cut into thin strips. Cook until chicken is no longer pink on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Pour the sauce into the pan and cover the skillet with its lid. Continue to&amp;nbsp;cook and stir occasionally&amp;nbsp;until the chicken is&amp;nbsp;done.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Serve over brown rice. Add extra sauce to plate as desired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-230383722924928890?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You know it's time to post about your garden when someone asks you about it in line at Super 1. So, LL, this is for you. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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﻿ &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
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So far, I have corn planted in the front third, potatoes and green beans on the left, tomatoes behind that, and onions behind that. &lt;/div&gt;
﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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This is from a slightly different direction. This shows the lettuce, spinach, and freshly planted carrots. To the right of this are my sunflowers. I let the baby plant dwarf ones, but I planted really tall red ones. &lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't had to do much except plant and weed. I hilled the potatoes once and caged the tomatoes. I read that you can put clear plastic around the bottom 18 inches of the cages to give the tomatoes a leg up. Which they need, considering I'm a tomato mass murderer. I started with 20 and now have 5. And one of those I bought at the Farmer's Market. For $2. Next year, I'm buying them. No messing around with starting seeds inside. There's the garden update. I'm still quite mediocre, but I'm OK with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-3589146975956532333?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These make the face look shorter.&lt;br /&gt;
And slightly more like a caterpillar haven.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Keep eyebrows parallel to the ground.&lt;/strong&gt; Arches are not your friend.&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These just make the face look longer. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Have your haircut to&amp;nbsp;add bulk to the sides of your face. Wear bangs to the side&lt;/strong&gt;. The worst look for this face type is parting hair straight in the middle and wearing it straight down. The other worst look is a mullet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Avs3HEooNE/TfeO09B9GiI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Dlg47KfmqLg/s1600/HairLongFace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Avs3HEooNE/TfeO09B9GiI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Dlg47KfmqLg/s320/HairLongFace.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I've always wanted curly hair. &lt;br /&gt;
It really rounds out the face.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My high school yearbook picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Follow these two tips and you're on your way to getting rid of that noticeable long face. Adding a smile never hurts either. This &lt;a href="http://wearethatfamily.com/2011/06/wfmw-road-trip-tips/"&gt;Works for Me&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLvsRxmIWzQ/TfeR7kfJdKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/zF6sNdMLEpo/s1600/mommyupclose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLvsRxmIWzQ/TfeR7kfJdKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/zF6sNdMLEpo/s320/mommyupclose.jpg" t8="true" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I follow my own advice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hip, hip, hooray for lilacs!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I found this novel while doing a Google search for "best unsung books." Written by Lan Samantha Chang, an instructor at the famed Iowa Writers' Workshop, &lt;em&gt;All is Forgotten, Nothing is Lost&lt;/em&gt; follows two students of a writing instructor through the ups and downs of their careers as writers. &lt;br /&gt;
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It's not a particularly happy story. &lt;br /&gt;
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The instructor, Miranda, acts stern and disinterested in her students, who include Bernard and Roman. Bernard is a practicing Catholic who labors on one poem during his life. Roman&amp;nbsp;becomes a famous writer and marries their mutual friend Lucy.&amp;nbsp;Both boys admire Miranda, though. Which angles of this isosceles love triangle will move closer -- and which will move further away? The jacket description asks (more profoundly),&amp;nbsp;"What are the personal costs of a life devoted to the pursuit of art?" &lt;br /&gt;
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The answer is somewhat dismal in this book. All of the writers fail to engage in normal relationships with others in pursuit of their careers, which I find sad, since most of us find huge amounts of meaning in relationships. They help define who we are and who we become. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Things I learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to go to writing school and pick everything apart. (I was the world's worst English major. I'd always go to class, hear obscure theories about literature&amp;nbsp;and think, "Why can't it just mean what it says?")&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Writing&amp;nbsp;can become all-consuming.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Relationships should be nurtured above all else. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;One caveat: Don't have an affair with an instructor. This is the wrong kind of relationship to pursue.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;(PG-13 for suggested sensuality [although she kept it very chaste to her credit], recommended for writers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-1406878139906017069?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love this sign on the way up the road.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't remember writing this. In fact, didn't I send over 400 words to these people?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;They took two sentences from my&amp;nbsp;piece and combined them into one. It makes me sound quite smart, but was a&amp;nbsp;shock at first. So this is what&amp;nbsp;being a writer feels like?&amp;nbsp;Edited out of myself?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I read a quote attributed to C.S. Lewis (that I can't find on the internet - imagine that!), but it generally said that having a book published was like scratching an itch. After it's published, all you have is the void of an itch. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In other news, I'm wearing long underwear. In June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-885742920076795845?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fine, fine. I'll admit it. It's been 4,217 times. (I'm glad that's off my chest.)&lt;br /&gt;
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But seriously, this phrase bugs me. Even more than people who don't capitalize anything. &lt;br /&gt;
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any phrases bugging you lately? leave a comment and just git 'er done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-3718871589034961173?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamburger Stew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(8 servings)&lt;br /&gt;
2 lbs. ground beef&lt;br /&gt;
2 tsp. minced onion flakes&lt;br /&gt;
1 garlic clove, minced&lt;br /&gt;
2 c. tomato juice&lt;br /&gt;
2 carrots, minced&lt;br /&gt;
4 medium potatoes, cubed&lt;br /&gt;
2 c. water&lt;br /&gt;
1 Tbsp. Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 tsp. dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 tsp. dried basil&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 tsp. dried thyme&lt;br /&gt;
1/8 tsp. Tabasco sauce&lt;br /&gt;
1 tsp. Better than Bouillon, beef flavor&lt;br /&gt;
1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 tsp. pepper&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Brown the meat and drain it. Add minced onion flakes, the garlic, and the tomato juice. Heat until it's boiling.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Put everything in the slow cooker.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Cook on low for 8-10 hours&amp;nbsp;or until vegetables are tender. (I put it on high one hour and then on low for 5 hours.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-8081488228470813476?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She said:&lt;br /&gt;
I can't NOT enter this! Although it will be anonymous because I can't comment with my google account! &lt;br /&gt;
I have done the laundry very well today. It's all folded and put away! &lt;br /&gt;
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Way to go with the laundry! Email me at debittergroot at gmail dot com with your address and I'll get those fish sent over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-2190748287274734542?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cl4niG6kFLY/Td_YsjxpDOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/_emUWdiUG84/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cl4niG6kFLY/Td_YsjxpDOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/_emUWdiUG84/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poet's Daffodils.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WymT7rUBqCI/Td_Y0TxD-5I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ricCvRPLL1Q/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WymT7rUBqCI/Td_Y0TxD-5I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ricCvRPLL1Q/s320/005.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poet's Daffodils up close. I ordered these from Holland one year.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1cQ7RqVxGk/Td_Y6yY18aI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/4Av0HFu_K9E/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1cQ7RqVxGk/Td_Y6yY18aI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/4Av0HFu_K9E/s320/011.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A smattering of daffodils, half-eaten Darwin hybrid tulips, and blue grape hyacinths.&lt;br /&gt;
And that weird white thing that has to do with my sewage. I think.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8ihohkk1gc/Td_ZkMrGbpI/AAAAAAAAA2U/715d4rNtbt0/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8ihohkk1gc/Td_ZkMrGbpI/AAAAAAAAA2U/715d4rNtbt0/s320/012.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The initial goal was to create a river of blue grape hyacinths.&lt;br /&gt;
It's more like a perennial stream.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffjRBnuU-dQ/TealT0EKFUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/7613OlDkFKk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffjRBnuU-dQ/TealT0EKFUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/7613OlDkFKk/s320/002.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tulips and allium that have yet to bloom. Or are they garlic?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8epfZjbSwo/TealMoSuD2I/AAAAAAAAA2k/3FpZeakISkQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8epfZjbSwo/TealMoSuD2I/AAAAAAAAA2k/3FpZeakISkQ/s320/001.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink ruffled tulips.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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﻿ ﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0drUdS3u3ns/Td_ZqsBx27I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xm9fE2oksg8/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0drUdS3u3ns/Td_ZqsBx27I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xm9fE2oksg8/s320/013.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;These are more daffodils and some blue and white grape hyacinths to the left around my patio.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿Everything blooms at different times, so I have something going on from March to June or longer. My motto: plant more bulbs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-5922518329155656522?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;1/4 c. liquid castile soap (I use Dr. Bronner's almond)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;~ 1 c. water (or fill to the top)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Add everything to the dispenser. Tada! You can find vegetable glycerin at health food stores or online at vitacost.com, my new source for green products. I've found Dr. Bronner at health food stores and Target. The essential oils in the soap make it fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;
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What does the family think?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Husband:&lt;/strong&gt; I like your hippie hand soap. Keep making it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Baby &lt;/strong&gt;(aka the parrot): Hippie&amp;nbsp;soap.&lt;br /&gt;
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This post is linked to &lt;a href="http://wearethatfamily.com/2011/05/wfmw-mom-im-bored-edition/"&gt;Works for Me Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. I will be ending this blog on June 30, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-1955886141476881767?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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by Conor Grennan&lt;br /&gt;
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At its heart, this true tale is a love story.&lt;br /&gt;
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Conor Grennan lived like a typical twenty-something: He partied. He had a job. He decided to spend his savings on a trip around the world, starting with volunteering three months in a Nepalese orphanage called Little Princes. (OK, so that might not be so typical.) Despite his lack of experience with children, he fell in love with these orphans. Soon their lives became entwined. He returned to Nepal later and met some children who had been purchased by a child trafficker. He made arrangements to move them to another orphanage, but they were taken by the trafficker before they could be saved. During this time, the civil war between the government and Maoist rebels intensified, so Conor had to flee.&lt;br /&gt;
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Broke, unemployed, and now consumed with his failure to rescue the children, Conor did what any young person would do: he hung out in a law library to find out how to start his own non-profit to get the kids back. (OK, last joke.) Amazingly, he started &lt;a href="http://www.nextgenerationnepal.org/"&gt;Next Generation Nepal&lt;/a&gt; and raised the money to go back to Nepal to find these children and&amp;nbsp;the parents of&amp;nbsp;the children at Little Princes, who were mostly not orphans.&amp;nbsp;These impoverished parents sold their children to child traffickers in hopes the kids could attend school and&amp;nbsp;be safe during the civil war. That's not what happened. Attempts to reunite the families have succeeded in some cases, but not in others.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the love story doesn't stop there. An online romance buds with a (beautiful) woman who saw a story about Conor in a local paper. And God, who has been reaching for Conor all this time, finally wins the heart of this man deep in a Hindu and Buddhist culture. This beautiful adventure shows what a man's passion can accomplish.&amp;nbsp;(PG, highly recommend)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-2996706098107260637?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The point of Memorial Day is to remember and honor those who have lost their lives in our defense.&amp;nbsp;Thousands of men and women have died prematurely in service to the United States. I invite you to do what you can to honor their sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, I want my life to count. I want to end my days totally spent, using all my energy and gifts in service to God. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;That means the blog is ending. June 30 will be my last&amp;nbsp;post. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have too many other things to do, things that mean more to me and my family, things that are more profitable and helpful to others.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've enjoyed the ride. And don't be getting all nostalgic about the end of Bitterroot Mama. Save that for the soldiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-4978281495086966380?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mom's Easy Lasagna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9 lasagna noodles (at least half whole wheat)&lt;br /&gt;
1 jar spaghetti sauce&lt;br /&gt;
1 lb. hamburger meat, cooked and drained (opt.)&lt;br /&gt;
16 oz. ricotta (or cottage) cheese&lt;br /&gt;
1 egg&lt;br /&gt;
1 tsp. dried basil&lt;br /&gt;
salt and pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;
2 c. mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Preheat oven to 350°F. &lt;br /&gt;
2. Get a big pot of water boiling. Add lasagna noodles and cook until al dente. &lt;br /&gt;
3. Meanwhile, grease a 13" x 9" baking pan. Mix spaghetti sauce and hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Mix ricotta,&amp;nbsp;the egg, basil, and salt and pepper to taste in a separate bowl.&lt;br /&gt;
5. The layering: Spread about 1/4 cup sauce on the bottom.&amp;nbsp;Layer 3 noodles, 1/2 of the ricotta mixture, 1/3 sauce, and a teeny bit of cheese. Repeat. Place remaining 3 noodles on the top with the remaining sauce and&amp;nbsp;cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
6. Put in oven. Bake for 30 minutes. Use your broiler for an additional couple of minutes, until the cheese is browned on top. Let it rest after you take it out of the oven. Then serve warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-1087551612168066499?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In New Zealand, chocolate fish are given as a treat when you do something well. I want to hear what you've done well lately, so follow the instructions below to enter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mandatory Entry&lt;/strong&gt;: Leave a comment telling me something you've done well. Please leave your email address so I can contact you if you win.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Extra Entry&lt;/strong&gt;: Follow my blog via Google Friend Connect and leave a comment telling me so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Open to U.S. residents only. Two entries maximum per person. Contest ends on May 31, 2011 at 11:59 p.m. MST. Winner will be announced on June 1 and will receive&amp;nbsp;the pictured 6-pack of Cadbury Chocolate Fish.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; I purchased the fish myself and was not compensated in any way by Cadbury company or coerced by their adorable bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-2761746887663477204?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
This thick book covers every country in the world. Going alphabetically, he's assigned specific days to pray for each country, so you know that you're praying with the rest of the people who are following through this guide. Each country section&amp;nbsp;begins with political/economic information, then leads to praises and specific prayer requests. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've learned a great deal about geography (Did you know Brazil has the largest Japanese community outside Japan?) and&amp;nbsp;I've frequently had my heart broken. (There are more abortions than live births in Bulgaria.) It obviously can't cover every need, but it's a&amp;nbsp;starting point. This is&amp;nbsp;an excellent resource for families, and I think it would make a great addition to family devotions. (G, highly recommended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-3486739595035890921?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gladiator with a volunteer (O'Malley's on the far left.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Not sure if you go to your local library's storytime, but we do! Last week, we had a few special visitors: alpacas (who had recently been sheared). They were from a local llama/alpaca sanctuary and&amp;nbsp;available for adoption. After seeing them kick the small children who walked behind them, I think we'll pass. We did, however, enjoy listening to&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Llama Llama Mad at Mama&lt;/em&gt; and other alpaca-ish books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934764985845436183-4821640680873145055?l=bitterrootmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not here to revolutionize the system (an e-card just doesn't cut it sometimes); I'm just here to show you how I organize my cards. Here's the box:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPJuJrtMmrE/TdMi-WVLKVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CcYz_WAVdvE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPJuJrtMmrE/TdMi-WVLKVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CcYz_WAVdvE/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a plain plastic bin (with an unshown lid) that's a little wider than my cards. The dividers came with a box that's long gone. I have some generic cards&amp;nbsp;and specific ones I've already purchased for people's birthdays. I put address labels and stamps in the front for easy access.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have another plastic bin for blank cards and then&amp;nbsp;a stack of the boxed sets that I purchased recently. &lt;br /&gt;
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How I get cheap(er) cards:&lt;br /&gt;
1) Sign up with Hallmark and take advantage of the coupons they send. I've received a few promotions this year for buy-one-get-one-free cards.&lt;br /&gt;
2) Look at the cheap bins at Michael's and the Christian bookstore for very cheap sets (these are often fairly generic).&lt;br /&gt;
3)&amp;nbsp;Keep on the lookout&amp;nbsp;at yard sales.&lt;br /&gt;
4) Check out&amp;nbsp;clearance sections of card companies (Dayspring, etc.) and other online vendors like eBay and Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;
5) Purchase boxed sets for special occasions. If you have a hard time remembering which set of parents got&amp;nbsp;which anniversary card which year,&amp;nbsp;write it inside the lid of the box.&lt;br /&gt;
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