<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595</id><updated>2012-01-02T19:05:07.564-08:00</updated><category term='brownies'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='cake'/><category term='photos'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='baking'/><category term='beach'/><category term='mix'/><category term='master'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Another cup of coffee and I may get something done</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a regular super-busy mom to 3, an office girl, a teacher, a thinker, a writer, a painter, a lover of nature, a disorganized, coffee-drinking, minivan-driving, 30-something, sweet but ferocious Leo.  I see my glass as half-full!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-8441613368928164004</id><published>2011-12-12T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T03:31:05.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCuH3FBVL2g/TuXl5ocit1I/AAAAAAAABcs/-cO0F9HRzs0/s1600/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCuH3FBVL2g/TuXl5ocit1I/AAAAAAAABcs/-cO0F9HRzs0/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685202882897557330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-db9rVEufazs/TuXllp4zZmI/AAAAAAAABcg/3l44GuPDof4/s1600/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-db9rVEufazs/TuXllp4zZmI/AAAAAAAABcg/3l44GuPDof4/s320/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685202539687143010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njO0XIsNJM8/TuXj2FuB17I/AAAAAAAABcU/B-9OVmc3AZY/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njO0XIsNJM8/TuXj2FuB17I/AAAAAAAABcU/B-9OVmc3AZY/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685200623012796338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a trip to NH to visit my sister last weekend - just the girls and I. We went tree picking, visited alpacas, had lots of fun, and my sister and I talked talked talked talked talked while the cousins (all girls too) caught up.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we saw the official truck of the Boston Celtics, so that was very cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-8441613368928164004?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/8441613368928164004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=8441613368928164004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/8441613368928164004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/8441613368928164004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2011/12/took-trip-to-nh-to-visit-my-sister-last.html' title=''/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCuH3FBVL2g/TuXl5ocit1I/AAAAAAAABcs/-cO0F9HRzs0/s72-c/IMG_0970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-5607405600525640674</id><published>2011-09-25T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:14:12.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvWpj5qFmiE/Tn9SwoOPgdI/AAAAAAAABcM/GReQYoRkRQ8/s1600/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvWpj5qFmiE/Tn9SwoOPgdI/AAAAAAAABcM/GReQYoRkRQ8/s320/IMG_0757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656330652384985554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, another hot day in late September in eastern Canada - not that I am complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature Girl, who is now 18, and I took a long walk through the woods that our backyard backs up to, down the four-wheeler / snowmobile trail and down to a little-known mossy place farther down, where the things that run on gas don't go. &lt;br /&gt;It is beautiful there, with mossy rocks and babbling brooks and decades-old tree stumps covered with several types of feathery moss and sprouting plants. Mushrooms abound and golden sunlight filters in through maples and birches above, where the sun can reach its fingers, but it is mostly cool shade. &lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share a photo (I took far more, but blogger is only allowing me one at the moment). &lt;br /&gt;It is not far from home, and it is my children's special woody place to explore and I told her I won't tell a soul where it is, so the "magical" aspect remains. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-5607405600525640674?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/5607405600525640674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=5607405600525640674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/5607405600525640674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/5607405600525640674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2011/09/ah-another-hot-day-in-late-september-in.html' title=''/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvWpj5qFmiE/Tn9SwoOPgdI/AAAAAAAABcM/GReQYoRkRQ8/s72-c/IMG_0757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-1905381758806166439</id><published>2011-07-17T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:32:15.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLYpTUgK6hg/TiMOKxDRUUI/AAAAAAAABbs/vUhoqMKYZTQ/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLYpTUgK6hg/TiMOKxDRUUI/AAAAAAAABbs/vUhoqMKYZTQ/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630359537271787842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbeJcAg8A6E/TiMNlAs2qaI/AAAAAAAABbk/ylIW9_vTO84/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbeJcAg8A6E/TiMNlAs2qaI/AAAAAAAABbk/ylIW9_vTO84/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630358888637704610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4J-qigJivCo/TiMMoEHGP8I/AAAAAAAABbc/_AZgrcPypAQ/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4J-qigJivCo/TiMMoEHGP8I/AAAAAAAABbc/_AZgrcPypAQ/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630357841581064130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mf0XztpqWH8/TiMMMD4PkwI/AAAAAAAABbU/KE_v-yUWRJY/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mf0XztpqWH8/TiMMMD4PkwI/AAAAAAAABbU/KE_v-yUWRJY/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630357360482423554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NH4F2kdSzK4/TiML2cGYKyI/AAAAAAAABbM/yPO154CfZXo/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NH4F2kdSzK4/TiML2cGYKyI/AAAAAAAABbM/yPO154CfZXo/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630356989027035938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8lYNuRrIiw/TiMLVtBumvI/AAAAAAAABbE/Gr8dibXWOUc/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8lYNuRrIiw/TiMLVtBumvI/AAAAAAAABbE/Gr8dibXWOUc/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630356426635254514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMhQLmoY77Q/TiMK1RJUrBI/AAAAAAAABa8/pj-AF9se8SI/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMhQLmoY77Q/TiMK1RJUrBI/AAAAAAAABa8/pj-AF9se8SI/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630355869395102738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykk9FRGA-Hk/TiMKhvzSn2I/AAAAAAAABa0/NYwbA0FFaj4/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykk9FRGA-Hk/TiMKhvzSn2I/AAAAAAAABa0/NYwbA0FFaj4/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630355534026809186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not the heat. But I love that the kids are home and there is no homework and the garden grows and we can take mini-vacations. &lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Toronto, which I've never visited before in my life! Took the kids to Wonderland (it's cool and there are ways to avoid the tourist-trappy expenses, we did it on a good budget). We DROVE there (14 hours each way, oy vey, or as we say around here, AYOYE!), rode rollercoasters and bought little candies at a shop and watched a light show on the gigantic mountain in the middle of the park. Neat-o.&lt;br /&gt;This week we also battled the jungle growing in our way-back yard square. Right in the middle of a square of pine trees, there is about a half-acre of grass and flower gardens and a fire circle etc... it had grown WAY too long and insane while the riding mower was out of commission, so we tackled that, including a raspberry bush roughly 16 times as big as me all around, and I trimmed and wrestled that sucker back to human-scale size so it doesn't take over the whole yard (a very real possibility). Much much better now! I even had to search for my tea roses that had been covered up by new raspberry shoots, and now they can see the sun again!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a few pics from our travels through Toronto (look for the glowing circle in the air, that is the Windseeker, and those little things in the white tent are |PEOPLE|, and the little black bumps up there at the end of the rods were our SEATS!!), and our garden strawberries and lovely wild flowers from the yard, to share. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are having a refreshing summer!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-1905381758806166439?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/1905381758806166439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=1905381758806166439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1905381758806166439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1905381758806166439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-heart-summer.html' title='I heart summer.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLYpTUgK6hg/TiMOKxDRUUI/AAAAAAAABbs/vUhoqMKYZTQ/s72-c/IMG_0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-3538507028539625820</id><published>2011-06-01T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T05:23:22.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SClc2zVq0E/TeYrJoZnOCI/AAAAAAAABao/a3Z8NM3nSC4/s1600/pDEB-9154369reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SClc2zVq0E/TeYrJoZnOCI/AAAAAAAABao/a3Z8NM3nSC4/s320/pDEB-9154369reg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613221430027565090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's prom time! For me, that's a first - my oldest daughter is graduating this year and also going to her senior prom. SIGH! This is her dress, although she found it in a lovely bright lime green. Quite princessy and beautiful, no? :) She picked it out after trying on many, many dresses, as she probably had not put on a dress in 5 years or so, but wanted this one to be special. &lt;br /&gt;It needs to be taken in a bit at the bottom, and requires a bit of, ahem, coverage in the low-dip v-neck, but luckily I can do all that. I went out to hunt for a good spool of lime green thread the other day (imagine, why in the world would I not have that on hand, har har) and my great friend had some at her house! So we ended up going out for mall-crawling and girl time anyway. A nice treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks at work are super crazy and fun, and luckily (I mean, I consider myself blessed with a capital B) I still love going in to the office everyday. I recently made the change from reporter to managing editor, and am enjoying every whirlwind minute of it. I hope that appreciation lasts for decades! When I think about it, I've always been a newshound, and I've always loved to write (in fact, I've been armchair-editing the very paper where I'm now the managing editor since I was 10 or so, I find that very funny!!) so it's just a good fit, warts and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news (pardon the pun), the youngest girl just did her Confirmation at church. That's the last of the 3 girls to complete all their church stuff (I know there is a more respectful word for that, but I'm only on my first cup, OK??). So I'm quite proud of her. She was one of only 4 this year, and they also sang in front of the congregation. Her godmother (who also functions as her fairy godmother, and rescuer of people who need lime-green thread) was her sponsor. Although I'm not Catholic myself, it was a beautiful thing to see, and quite important to her as that's the church we go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week I got to visit with a classmate who I had not seen in 20 years! She was visiting her mum and dad, so we went over for a cookout and got caught up. My 20th class reunion is coming up next month! Yes, I'm that old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to pull the stove out from the wall - I've seen  some ants, and need to find out how they are getting in ... and send a note home to their mother to tell them to stay out (or something to that effect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-3538507028539625820?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/3538507028539625820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=3538507028539625820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3538507028539625820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3538507028539625820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-its-prom-time-for-me-thats-first.html' title=''/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SClc2zVq0E/TeYrJoZnOCI/AAAAAAAABao/a3Z8NM3nSC4/s72-c/pDEB-9154369reg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-8995671002427585237</id><published>2011-02-09T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:03:53.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORLD CUP WOO HOO</title><content type='html'>Yep, taking my time with that 2nd cup of coffee... hee hee... but more specifically, we're right smack dab in the middle of covering a HUGE international World Cup Biathlon, and it's just a few miles down the road. &lt;br /&gt;In addition to covering it for the paper, I'm also volunteering there!!!  They asked me to help in "catering," which I found out today means "400 loads of dishes," but I had a blast anyway and met folks from all over, who were working, volunteering and competing.  The festival and entertainment events started today; biathlon competitions start tomorrow. It's about 3 degrees outside, but I was working in a tent!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't live in the Land of Snow up near the very top of Maine like I do, Biathlon is a sport, beloved in Europe and popular in North America as well, which focuses on combined cross-country skiing and perfect rifle marksmanship (in other words, ski, ski, ski, then shoot!). &lt;br /&gt;The World Cup is happening now in the St. John Valley. And it's VERY cool to have it here - the whole community is volunteering and coming together fantastically to make it happen. I'm not all that far away, and my office has encouraged us all to volunteer in the community this year, so I'm spending several of my volunteer hours at the World Cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info: http://www.biathlonworld.com/en/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get to bed soon - gotta build up my energy, I'm volunteering again this weekend!! Stay warm!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-8995671002427585237?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/8995671002427585237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=8995671002427585237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/8995671002427585237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/8995671002427585237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-cup-woo-hoo.html' title='WORLD CUP WOO HOO'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-2090929696466999707</id><published>2011-01-02T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:12:21.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year = less STUFF and better ME</title><content type='html'>Why is it that whenever a new year arrives, we want to organize everything in sight?! I mean really, it's a great way to ruin a should-be-slouching-on-the-couch day... but still, I want to! &lt;br /&gt;I actually went out n New Year's Eve in anticipation of my upcoming neurosis this year, and bought me a 4-drawer wooden filing cabinet (which was wheeled up to the register unassembled, no-freaking-thank you very much!) &lt;br /&gt;The Hubs put it together that night and I started Jan. 1 by sorting and labeling file folders - OMG it's kind of insane how much I love to do that - and today I'm emptying out the laundry basket full of paper documents (admit it, you've got papers stuffed somewhere too) with vicious objectivity. &lt;br /&gt;Store, file, or shred/recycle - that's IT, no waffling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also am quite enjoying the Muppet "ANIMAL" PJs I got for Christmas, as well as a lovely stamper from my managing editor, who gave me that and an "Apples to Apples" board game. What a nice person she is. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway, in addition to that, I am also strongly ready to get serious about dropping a few (like 80) unwanted pounds that have been hanging around way, way too long. I joined WW a few weeks ago and with the holidays out of the way, I'm ready to kick butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first week of January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSChpikW9iI/AAAAAAAABaY/WrZxfRAyFfs/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSChpikW9iI/AAAAAAAABaY/WrZxfRAyFfs/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557619675201205794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSChENwQ2VI/AAAAAAAABaQ/2auPxY9DlyY/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSChENwQ2VI/AAAAAAAABaQ/2auPxY9DlyY/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557619033958832466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSCg6aUlATI/AAAAAAAABaI/2pabJyADmI0/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSCg6aUlATI/AAAAAAAABaI/2pabJyADmI0/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557618865533681970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSCgqzZvCAI/AAAAAAAABaA/jhM6CLm4B-Y/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSCgqzZvCAI/AAAAAAAABaA/jhM6CLm4B-Y/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557618597388290050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSCgeH4MwpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/54dmH7CMPqM/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSCgeH4MwpI/AAAAAAAABZ4/54dmH7CMPqM/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557618379546477202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-2090929696466999707?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/2090929696466999707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=2090929696466999707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/2090929696466999707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/2090929696466999707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-less-stuff-and-better-me.html' title='New year = less STUFF and better ME'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TSChpikW9iI/AAAAAAAABaY/WrZxfRAyFfs/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-1226467338529809215</id><published>2010-12-31T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:48:59.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And on to a new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR37SDysTRI/AAAAAAAABZw/g5UsoGKIn2Y/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR37SDysTRI/AAAAAAAABZw/g5UsoGKIn2Y/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556873802919202066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR37HV9UMNI/AAAAAAAABZo/qf-_Hv2KZlE/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR37HV9UMNI/AAAAAAAABZo/qf-_Hv2KZlE/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556873618817036498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR360CHZGDI/AAAAAAAABZg/LHKjkh_l1s4/s1600/K%2527s%2Bnut%2Banimals%2Bxmas%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR360CHZGDI/AAAAAAAABZg/LHKjkh_l1s4/s320/K%2527s%2Bnut%2Banimals%2Bxmas%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556873287073077298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR35dADCT_I/AAAAAAAABZY/4oH_ao61_GQ/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR35dADCT_I/AAAAAAAABZY/4oH_ao61_GQ/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556871791869317106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR35JC3-vmI/AAAAAAAABZQ/gNR2JIIGkTo/s1600/Surprised%2Bsnowman%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR35JC3-vmI/AAAAAAAABZQ/gNR2JIIGkTo/s320/Surprised%2Bsnowman%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556871449030868578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution: I really, really really resolve to pay more attention to blogging. It has always been somewhat therapeutic for me to write - anywhere, anytime - and now that AI do it for a living, I seem to have let my blog fall by the wayside. But this is a new year and I'm going to try harder to keep up with my little corner of the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, very much to my surprise, I got a camera for Christmas which will replace my "old unfaithful" that would only let me upload oh, I'd say, once out of every 11 attempts. ACK.&lt;br /&gt; So if you have resolutions, I hope you keep them. I probably won't (for the other ones, anyway.... I really will pop in more often to visit blogs I like!), but there may be hope for the rest of you. :) I just checked on my old resolutions from last year, and I did at least keep #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the year in mini-review:&lt;br /&gt;Girls grew older.&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by.&lt;br /&gt;Love the job, still.&lt;br /&gt;Buffy the fluffy dog and Noopie the sweet weiner-dog both passed away. The cats are still with us.&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to do canning.&lt;br /&gt;The oldest, 17, got to go to art camp, the middle one, 14, won a math competition, the youngest, 12, is learning to play guitar and wants to be a movie director when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;My oldest entered her senior year - that makes me the mom of a graduate soon, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;We went on vacation to visit my sister in NH, good times.&lt;br /&gt;The middle child rode a motorcycle for the first time, with her uncle. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;An older extended family member passed, and a very young one (she is 5)is now fighting leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful for every day we can wake up and look at the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;The youngest is on a train right now, heading south with her grandmother to visit her great-grandmother and other members of my family.&lt;br /&gt;Time continues to fly.&lt;br /&gt;But we're in PJ's today and enjoying the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a few holiday pics from over the past few days (none of the girls though, because there is always another friend in the photo! oops!)! Happy new year my friends!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-1226467338529809215?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/1226467338529809215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=1226467338529809215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1226467338529809215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1226467338529809215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-on-to-new-year.html' title='And on to a new year!'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/TR37SDysTRI/AAAAAAAABZw/g5UsoGKIn2Y/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-6002116752001220454</id><published>2010-09-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:18:55.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy summer, welcome to fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8275.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 319px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8285.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8288.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8292.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8294.jpg?t=1285429801"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 319px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r88/torybo/HPIM8294.jpg?t=1285429801" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share pictures of my summer!&lt;br /&gt;It worries me when bloggers just seem to fall off the face of the planet; I kept thinking I'd better post soon, but my camera refused to cooperate - and I have all these PICTURES that I wanted to share!! I kept getting messages when trying to upload: "Camera already in use, try again later." And I thought, DUH, it's in use by ME... what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;So anyway today, Oldest Daughter figured out that we could upload directly from the camer'as memory card to her laptop, put the pics online, then I could grab them from there. Ta da! &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting weeks to share these pics, sort of a snapshot of my summer garden and canning attempts (came out BEAUTIFULLY, after I covered a class on how to can safely, for my newspaper - and came away with mission to can my own pickles and applesauce this year). Not sharing the family vaca pics since the kids are all old enough to not want to be shown. No problem! But we did go to New Hampshire to visit my sister, which was great, and to the historical village, and a couple other places - fun stuff - before school started again. I now have a middle-schooler and two high-schoolers!! WHOA where does the time go...? &lt;br /&gt;Over the summer our much-loved dog Buffy passed away, which hurt, but time heals. Also the oldest daughter was chosen for a week-long art camp at a university 4 hours from here, which was fantastic. Otherwise we worked and enjoyed the warm weather and gardened and lived and loved and counted our blessings, what else can you do? :) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the day I will hopefully have enough time to go visiting to all my favorite blogs (there are a lot) before the TV installation guy shows up. Summer's over -the TV goes back on today - not that that's a great thing, but we had a summer "off" from it, and the kids played outdoors... also got in some sewing for my shop (new grocery totes and very COOL buckwheat-hull pincushions going in shortly, now that I can upload photos!!), jewelry making, and all-around family relaxing - and had a great time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-6002116752001220454?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/6002116752001220454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=6002116752001220454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/6002116752001220454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/6002116752001220454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-summer-welcome-to-fall.html' title='Busy summer, welcome to fall!'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-3201351980716804393</id><published>2010-07-04T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:54:29.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3monthiversary to me!</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from a 3-day craft show / talent show / Bry*an Adams tribute concert in which I was, well, more like a side dish. Kind of like the canteen selling poutine down the hall. But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It was a big summer festival in a tiny nearby town and my sister-in-law was running part of it and asked me if I could come do a table. Sure, I said, as she's family and I could maybe sell a few pieces, and so I sat there Thursday evening (talent show), Friday evening (talent show finals) and all day Saturday (nothing... nothing.... poutine and water for lunch... everybody outside playing ballgame tournaments... the big and little band doing stagechecks... me hanging with the big band since no one else came in to the stadium until about 8 p.m...) and it finally got busy when it got dark. Actually I had to march up to one of the guys from town, setting up, and ask for lighting, since it's kind of hard to see gemstones and crystals in the dark! So I had a string of Christmas lights behind me till I left at about 1 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;The talent show was great, mostly, as we have some big voices up here. But.... I have to say... there was a dance studio that put on several performances. The teeny tots dressed as elephants - cute! The kids as flowers - sweet! The two dance numbers, both extremely hot and sexy, would have been fine except that one of the groups was about 19-24 yrs old and the other group - same moves - was 12-13. There were guys in the back holding beers and cat-calling. UMMMM..... can we say "inappropriate?" Ew, no, not good. &lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, the littler kids running around were great fans of the chalk mats I make, since I leave one out to doodle on. They kept coming by, making a new picture, erasing the old ones, doodling their names,etc.. One little girl kept erasing the "try me" I kept writing on the corner, and she had a little mad expression every time. It was funny.  &lt;br /&gt;A few brought their parents over to buy one, which was nice. During the big concert last night, there were very few kids - the jewelry was popular though, lots of ladies all dressed up stopping by the table with their friends and going "OOOOH! WOW!" &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's all packed up now until the big Thanksgiving weekend craft fair, and time to reopen my Etsy shop until then. Need to take photos of all the new sparkly pretty things I've just made recently!! &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I plan to go check on my poor garden, which I have not gotten to in 4 days or so - good thing it's been raining off and on every day. It looks from the window like it's doing fine without me, though! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and at work, I just reached my 3-month-iversary! :) And still loving it! :)&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-3201351980716804393?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/3201351980716804393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=3201351980716804393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3201351980716804393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3201351980716804393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-3monthiversary-to-me.html' title='Happy 3monthiversary to me!'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-4158244014082841060</id><published>2010-05-13T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:10:36.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelion Greens a l'Acadien!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh_c9u1fI/AAAAAAAABY4/LCh53Bo9M9g/s1600/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh_c9u1fI/AAAAAAAABY4/LCh53Bo9M9g/s320/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470925758827255282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh_HrCxOI/AAAAAAAABYw/WZjEYmX9lws/s1600/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh_HrCxOI/AAAAAAAABYw/WZjEYmX9lws/s320/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470925753111725282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh-vVeykI/AAAAAAAABYo/DiVHS1u7NHg/s1600/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh-vVeykI/AAAAAAAABYo/DiVHS1u7NHg/s320/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470925746578836034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh-Us05_I/AAAAAAAABYg/kjb8yZ7IoRc/s1600/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh-Us05_I/AAAAAAAABYg/kjb8yZ7IoRc/s320/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470925739428997106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted since April?? OMG!  It may because I type most of the day at the office (when I'm not chasing down a story, giving an interview, etc etc... have I mentioned today that I LOVE my job?). Well I guess it's time to catch up with my posting!&lt;br /&gt;I made dandelion greens with salt pork, a traditional Acadian recipe, the other day, and it turned out quite yummy but a little bitter.  Next time I'll add a touch more baking soda, I think. which cuts the bitter. Posting photos here of the process. I showed the pics to my publisher, while at the office, and they ended up in the paper in a very cute special column. :) Because you can only make these at certain times of the year, ya know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very simply, you go out somewhere that people and animals don't go if possible, and forage for little baby dandelion greens (up here they are relatively young) that have NOT produced a flower, then pick and wash thoroughly. (ADVICE - if you want to feed 4 or 5 people, you'll need to pick a bucket-full! I only picked a bowl full and ended up with roughly one cup of cooked greens!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you boil them in water with about 1/2 tsp of baking soda, and when done in abt 10 min, you drain and you pour the salt pork, drippings and all, into the greens and let sit for abt 5 min and serve. I only used about 1/3 of the drippings for health reasons! I served them with biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have salt pork you can use bacon or leftover meaty/fatty pieces from a baked ham, which is what I did (we only ate the meat bits, of course!).  &lt;br /&gt;I got the recipe from an Acadian cookbook made in 1989, it's full of great stuff like Cretons, Ployes, Snow Cake, "herbes salees" (salted herbs and scallions, which I am making tonight thanks to a kind farmer I interviewed - I was going to buy some from him afterward, but he sent me home with a bagful, on the house!). It's a treasure of a cookbook - I lent it to a friend but when I get it back I may share some of those recipes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the recipe is visible in most of the photos in case I left anything out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... anyway... here at the house, I've tilled the garden thanks to a neighbor who lent us his tiller (well... actually the hubs did it, but the girls and I picked out rocks and weeds) and I've purchased a *#$%load of seeds, so I plan to plant the garden this Sunday.  Really this is about the earliest we can do it - even the farmers are just now starting to plant the potato fields.  I really look forward to my garden growing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now, and I have to catch up with my favorite bloggers this weekend. I'm going to sit here with my cup of coffee and do nothing but catch up with blogs. Well, in between the city-wide garage sale happening nearby, and taking the girls rollerskating, and planting the garden!!!  Yee haw, this is going to be a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile! It's Spring! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-4158244014082841060?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/4158244014082841060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=4158244014082841060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4158244014082841060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4158244014082841060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/05/dandelion-greens-lacadien.html' title='Dandelion Greens a l&apos;Acadien!!'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S-yh_c9u1fI/AAAAAAAABY4/LCh53Bo9M9g/s72-c/ACADIAN+Dandelion+Greens+May+7+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-4176908726139160823</id><published>2010-04-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:52:27.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>I *used* to be a blogger.  I used to blog all the time.  "Blog" was a verb for me, not a noun.  And now it feels like, well, like it's that place I try to go to now and then to catch up with old friends, but only when I'm not at work or not catching up with laundry, and only when someone else is not using the computer, since that's my only doorway to see those friends... ouff.  I'm going to have to try harder, I feel like I'm not here often enough.  When did that happen?  Not that my life is especially busy or crazy - yes I do work full time, yes I do have three kids and a dog and two cats, and a house bursting with activity, but so what? So does everyone else, so big whoop.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I'm going to TRY to get on here more often. That's my rant for today, thanks for listening, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... here's the scoop: I left my job with the telecommunications company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for a super-good reason - I recently came across a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity (cleverly disguised as a want-ad) for a full-time reporter, and I pounced like a mama lion.  I had that resume, cover letter and several samples of my writing ready to go in less than 24 hours... I wanted that job SOOOO BAD.  I was thinking about it all the time!  For several days, every hour, almost every minute of the DAY I was thinking about it.  I swear, I've never wanted a certain job so strongly in my entire life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I GOT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happily working now in that office, and sometimes I'm out on the road while investigating new happenings in the area for a story, or trying to get an interview (I'm naturally curious, and I don't usually take no for an answer, but I'm also extremely aware of the objectivity, clarity, responsibility and discretion needed in the world of journalism, especially in small communities... so this is the perfect fit for me).  So um.... what was I saying... oh yes, I remember... YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) So that's an update for me.  Otherwise the world is progressing as usual. The two oldest kids are laughing and arguing in the kitchen while doing their chores (sure, why not), the youngest is visiting with my dear friend who is like an auntie to her, and the shaggy dog went to the "beauty spa" to get his haircut yesterday so he can see again, thank goodness. Oh, and the snow hills are almost melted in my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, and I wish you enough sunshine and rain to grow flowers (but not enough to call for a state of emergency). Think I might just take a nap today!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday! Later! :)&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-4176908726139160823?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/4176908726139160823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=4176908726139160823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4176908726139160823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4176908726139160823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-4880014163283961639</id><published>2010-03-13T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:59:56.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorki one Binorki</title><content type='html'>Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest daughter is playing a video game.  She says to me, about her game, "Mum... look... that character there is Okie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply (without looking at the screen first), "Is it Okie Ben Binoki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me with one eyebrow raised, somewhat puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Oh I mean, I mean is it Orkie Ben Binorkie?"  I am still totally serious, trying to remember why this sounds familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She squints at the TV screen for a second, then looks at me with a classic lifetime-of-patience expression...&lt;br /&gt;and says slowly, "Are you... referring... to Obi-Wan Kenobi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "Yes! Right! From Star Trek, right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes not wavering from her game, she deadpans: "STAR WARS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I'm officially a dork with a bad memory.  *And I LOVED Star Wars.*  !?!???!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better start doing brain-enhancing activities before it gets worse... &lt;br /&gt;I hear video games are good for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-4880014163283961639?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/4880014163283961639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=4880014163283961639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4880014163283961639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4880014163283961639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/03/dorki-one-binorki.html' title='Dorki one Binorki'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-583598756012940443</id><published>2010-03-01T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:52:40.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S4u3lp6YF2I/AAAAAAAABYY/Dv86dFHJi9A/s1600-h/executive+home+office+rustic+home+interiors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S4u3lp6YF2I/AAAAAAAABYY/Dv86dFHJi9A/s320/executive+home+office+rustic+home+interiors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443646432141121378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.... in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, world. I just had a ham cheese and tomato sandwich on wheat with mustard for breakfast, I've poured my first cup, and we need to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there work from home?  I don't mean hobbies and crafting, I do that already (see the lovely photo boxes on the right hand side).  I mean like for their companies. Like at a computer, at home, connected to the office database, and talking to clients over the phone, right from home. I mean, I know that people do that, and in my company we have about 60-90 already working from home.... and they've just recently started for the most part.  But I'm just looking for feedback, opinions, stories of success or even challenges from those who've been doing this a while - I'm thinking of taking the leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK here's the thing - I work for a large telecommunications company, doing customer care mostly.  My office is about 8 minutes to drive from my house. Not bad at all, even on the same road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in the middle of winter, when I'm scraping ice off my windshield and the wind is trying to remove my coat for me, sometimes I think, AH if I could only stay home!  Even stay home and be working... at least I'd be warm right now!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the requirement: ya gotta have a private place to work - A home office or room where you can close the door and be undisturbed. Check. ya gotta have a fire extinguisher.  Check. Ya gotta have quarterly inspections. No prob. Ya gotta have a quiet work environment because clients will hear kids or dog in the background.... uh oh, Houston we have a problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are 12 and up, so they get the whole do not disturb thing .... in theory. I worry they'll be slipping notes under the door with dire messages such as DAD SAYS WE CAN'T WATCH AMERICAN IDOL &gt;( :( &gt;( HELP. Etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;And I worry that while Noopie is gone (bless her heart) and she was the yappy one, there are still time when Buffy the lhasa apso will see a cat whirl by and bark after the cat for a minute.  Just enough to be loud, but that sound comes through to my room, where I've sectioned off one deep closet for desk and chair.  So yep, I can close the door and it's private. Nope, haven't figured out how to make it QUIET.  Thinking of buying sound-absorbing curtains like in recording studios, but that's kinda expensive.  So... maybe I could Mike-Holmes-ify my one finished basement room, which at this point is actually a mildew-friendly and windowless storage room.  EWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I'll have to think on the logistics some more.  Until I can figure out the noise part, anybody who works from home on the phone and who likes it? Hates it? Benefits/ crap that comes with it?  I'm asking my friends and anyone else who happens along.  More the merrier.  **Except for the one person who keeps spam-linking to some ad site - CUT THAT SHIT OUT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you, hope to hear from you soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-583598756012940443?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/583598756012940443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=583598756012940443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/583598756012940443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/583598756012940443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do...'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S4u3lp6YF2I/AAAAAAAABYY/Dv86dFHJi9A/s72-c/executive+home+office+rustic+home+interiors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-1941476058072386478</id><published>2010-02-19T17:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:21:29.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Noopie</title><content type='html'>Well, Blogger is not letting me add photos, and sadly my pasts posts have been erased so I can't bring up any photos from there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However for those of you who "knew" her through this blog, my little brown doxie dog Penelope (known to us by her nickname Noopie) has passed away at home last Thursday, surrounded by her family.  She was 8 and a half years old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, Noopie-doopie, we love ya.  We'll see you again in heaven. OXOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-1941476058072386478?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/1941476058072386478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=1941476058072386478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1941476058072386478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1941476058072386478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-noopie.html' title='RIP Noopie'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-893787812127649470</id><published>2010-01-25T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:15:38.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now About That Hole.</title><content type='html'>Ok so just a brief (as brief as I can ever be) rundown on our lovely sinkhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... this was about 3 weeks ago I guess.  I'm inside, it's late morning, I'm still in my nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;Kids 1, 2, and 3 (ages 11, 13, &amp;amp; 16 respectively) are all outside playing, in snowsuits, having been kicked out of the house by Mean-Mom after waaaay too much video-game playing.&lt;br /&gt;I hear a wail. &lt;br /&gt;It's not the she-threw-a-snowball-at-me kind of wail. &lt;br /&gt;It's the alarm-bells kind of wail.  I'm thinking, did she fall down, get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;I open the back door for a first news report and yell, "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;No answer, but Kid 2 is running over to the side yard and Kid 1 is looking bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;I yell again, "Is someone hurt? WHAT HAPPENED??"&lt;br /&gt;By this time I am also throwing on my coat and sticking my bare feet into my Birkenstocks, the closest and quickest footwear I can put on.&lt;br /&gt;I run out the door in the direction Kid 2 was headed.&lt;br /&gt;I see the side year... I see the line of pine trees which marches from the road to the back of our yard... I see what looks like Kid 3 sitting on the other side of the snowbank by the driveway, in between two pine trees. &lt;br /&gt;She is crying, she is wailing, she is howling, but she can't tell me what's wrong as I'm running over - it is the sound of TERROR.  I arrive and look at her from above, now.&lt;br /&gt;She is not sitting.... she has fallen into a hole.&lt;br /&gt;A big, deep, unexplainable sink-hole, about 4 ft across and from all I can gather, bottomless... I can't see the bottom, I can only grasp that my child has one leg dangling deeply into the pit and one leg bent high over the snow and two arms grasping the snow on both sides and WAAAIIIIIILING for her very life, it sounds like.  Most of her is in the pit, which is also under about 2 feet of snow on all sides. &lt;br /&gt;My brain goes into freeze-dried automatic control.  Kid 2 is with me, Kid 1 (the youngest) is hovering on the driveway uncertainly, afraid. &lt;br /&gt;I tell Kid 2, BRING ME ROPE. AND MY BOOTS.  She runs for the house.  I just don't know how deep this damn thing goes.&lt;br /&gt;Then I take back control of my brain and think (in about 1/100th of a second) What would I do if she were falling through a frozen pond?  I step into the snowbank and then I tell Kid 2, Hook your arm under her right arm, and I'm gonna hook my arm under her left arm, and then on three we're going to pull her out (keep in mind that Kid 2 is 13, and a thin little slip of a girl.... kid 3 is 16 and more athletically built). &lt;br /&gt;Then we go ONE TWO THREE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PULL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darn if we didn't pull that teenager out of that pit. And back, and back, till we were nearly on the other side of the driveway.  And then when we were all breathing again (and bless her heart, here came Youngest with the rope and boots...) we asked Kid 3 what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, wiping her tears, "I just stepped off the driveway, over the snowbank and into the yard!!  And then my foot kept going down and down and I thought 'something's not right' and then I didn't know what to do other than hang on with my hands and holler for help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOR KID!  Jeesh!!!  Must have been heart-stopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did go back and look, and Kid 2 (the photographer) took some snapshots, and we figure it's probably 7 or 8 feet deep - just some kind of unexplained sinkhole.  I need to call the city to see if they have any old pipe systems or whatnot.  We live in the oldest house in this village, from what we've been told (1920's or so) so they'll need to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's fine, and has quite the story to tell the grandkids someday! ;)  So that's what THAT was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-893787812127649470?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/893787812127649470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=893787812127649470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/893787812127649470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/893787812127649470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-now-about-that-hole.html' title='And Now About That Hole.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-2271889228084016019</id><published>2010-01-19T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T04:52:39.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Irish after all.</title><content type='html'>Turns out I'm a Scot!  Would you like to see the &lt;a href="http://www.balnagown.co.uk/castle_restoration.htm"&gt;family castle&lt;/a&gt;?? Of course it's much fancier nowadays than it would have started out... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent an email to my father a few days ago, as I'd recalled a long-ago story that we were of Irish descent and had a castle in the family, at some point long ago.  Well, that was too vague and has been a hovering question in my mind recently (did we have Irish roots or not?) , so I emailed Dad and asked him to clarify the old story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied back that it's not Ireland, it's Scotland, and he explained the genealogy of how we go back (yes, I should have asked earlier, but we don't get the chance to talk that often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... it turns out that I, through my Dad, and him through his Dad, and him through his Grandma, are direct descendants of Clan Ross of the Scottish Highlands.  WOW.  And we did in fact have a castle in the family (there was a clan chief in our Rosses for about 300 years) which is called Balnagown Castle (traditional spelling is Balnagowan).  The castle still stands, in Kildary, Ross-shire, as an estate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current owner, an Egyptian millionaire (ever hear of Harrods?  That's the man) lets out the surrounding cottages in the summer for high-paying guests, from what I understand, and the castle is his summer home.  The castle was actually still in the family up until 1972, when the taxes were too high and the family could no longer afford them... that is when the new owner bought the castle and has really done a beautiful job of fixing it back up again, restoration, and repair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the name provided by my Dad, I was able to locate photos and the website for the castle.  I would love to visit someday, even to walk around!  I always wondered what that branch of the family tree held, and it feels very good to finally have details.  Scottish!  Imagine!  My husband said to me when he found out, "Well that explains a lot!!"  Wonder what the hell does he mean by that?  HA!  And you know what?  When I found out, not only was I very happy, but also it struck a very familiar, comfortable sort of cord... I mean, almost like my mind went, WELL OF COURSE!  As if I had known all along (but I hadn't)..... Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like all of us, I'm a great blend... Portuguese and Scottish on my Dad's side, Russian/Latvian and Canadian on my Mom's side, and here I am a blended American married to a Canadian who's family is French.  Cue the music.... it's a small world, after all!  I'm going to start saving nickels for a trip to Scotland.  Should have enough nickels by the time I'm 50 or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and... also we had a big sinkhole in my side yard between 2 pine trees.  Looks so deep my kids' friends are joking it's a portal to Narnia.  We're investigating the "why".  But more on that later! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-2271889228084016019?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/2271889228084016019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=2271889228084016019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/2271889228084016019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/2271889228084016019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-irish-after-all.html' title='I&apos;m not Irish after all.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-3617350493058589111</id><published>2010-01-07T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:38:01.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh King Julian, you are so funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S0XVjs80gNI/AAAAAAAABXE/ukSVif8x69k/s1600-h/21+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S0XVjs80gNI/AAAAAAAABXE/ukSVif8x69k/s320/21+jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423976135576027346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that guy??  heh heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! Anybody catch the People's Choice Awards last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should mention I finally relented and got TV turned back on.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only caught the last 30 minutes, dangit, but I did arrive in time to see the great and silver-tongued (and often twisted) Sacha Baron Cohen deliver an introduction to Johnny Depp.  WOW.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sort of highlighted his pirate and his Wonka days ("Sir William Wonka," said Cohen) in the wittiest of manners, ever the gentleman in his delivery.  And in regards to his upcoming role as the  Mad Hatter, he said something like "....and thank you for making it acceptable for creepy middle-aged men to invite young girls to tea and give them hallucinogenic drugs"... which while the content is not funny for a mom like me of course, still had me literally giggling uncontrollably, it's just the way he said it all, oh ma godd.  The guy is just a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Depp man appeared in person to the roars and whistles of the crowd, rather than accepting via live giant-screen from France.  That was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did talk a bit like his pirate, though, which made me wonder if he is filming something at the moment and still immersed in his character.  Or maybe he's caught the nearly-British-accent for good, perhaps from years of movie-making, not sure... I don't remember him speaking like that years ago, but then neither did Madonna.  LOL.  But I'll watch him speak however he wants to.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I'm sure I had other stuff I wanted to talk about today, but it has been eclipsed.  Them's the breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work and then we go in for Phase 2 of Middle Girl's Braces fitting!  Wish us luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-3617350493058589111?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/3617350493058589111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=3617350493058589111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3617350493058589111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3617350493058589111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-king-julian-you-are-so-funny.html' title='Oh King Julian, you are so funny...'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/S0XVjs80gNI/AAAAAAAABXE/ukSVif8x69k/s72-c/21+jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-2817016201559552691</id><published>2010-01-01T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:12:25.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolve.</title><content type='html'>Wow, been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was brewing coffee and doing dishes this morning, I felt a blog post forming in my head like a storm cloud.  It was regarding resolutions. When that happens, I need to go write or I'll forget everything I was thinking about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2010.  Go figure.  Make any resolutions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more about resolve than resolutions, don't you think?  We can make New Years resolutions out the wahoo and they do not mean a thing if they are vague... like, I'll lose weight.  I'll be nicer.  I'll get a raise... meaningless if they are lightweight,  puffy ideas that we don't really think about after 2 weeks.  And that's how it's always, always been with me.  I admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy resolution makers anonymous, here I come.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought this year, I will not make any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Dick Clark changed my mind. Dammit.  If he can still show up to drop the big ball in Times Square, looking dapper in a suit and witty as ever, then I can at least try to make some New year's resolutions.  OK, FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it over, and then I thought it over better, and with more effort.  Here are my real, actual, swear-to-God-cross-my-heart RESOLUTIONS FOR 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will pay more attention to my business&lt;/span&gt;:  It's a tiny little thing, but it needs more love and care.  I have lots of sparkling new things I could put in there (keep in mind, it's an online-only shop) but I'm slow to list them (quick to ship, though!!).  SO, I will list new things more often.  I will try to advertise where it seems like a good idea.  Because my dearest dream is to rent a little storefront someday and let people walk right in to browse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will get rid of my extra clutter&lt;/span&gt;:  I have too much junk, most people do.  I will slowly, and casually, continue going through the clutter-magnet areas of my home, and drop things into the trash or make a Goodwill bag as it applies.  Not a big tornado of cleaning; I don't have time for that, but just little things, every time I come across them.  I've already started the kids doing this with their rooms before Christmas so they have an easier time with giving things away or tossing out what we just don't need (little-kid toys, last years worn out lunchboxes, snowsuits that are beyond patching up, the dollar-store figurines that no one claim as theirs, etc, etc).  And I'll work on our shared living areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will avoid sugars and white breads most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, see how I worded that? &lt;br /&gt;Not that I will NEVER eat sugar again, because that would be ridiculous for me and self-defeating.  So instead, I'll keep this sort of mantra in the forefront of my mind..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;."stay away from sugars, just find an alternative, that's crap.  And I am eating to live, not living to eat".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this while enjoying my Light Thick &amp;amp; Creamy 100-calorie, fat-free Orange Creme yogurt.  Which tastes like a creamsicle, but I can taste the Splenda in it, and that works for me.  YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK off to get a cup of fresh coffee and tidy up, got family coming over to visit.  And I'll be making crackers-creamcheese-and-eggs for lunch, and yes crackers have white flour in them.  It's a traditional brunch thing we do, so I'm not skipping it.  This is where "most of the time" comes into play....gotta pick my battles.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends.... Have a safe, healthy, stress-free, happy, financially-secure, loving, peaceful NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouah!! OXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-2817016201559552691?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/2817016201559552691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=2817016201559552691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/2817016201559552691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/2817016201559552691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolve.html' title='Resolve.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-6047997399687211608</id><published>2009-12-04T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:10:42.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SxmyhvXalLI/AAAAAAAABVk/AlZ_DmHEzys/s1600-h/Dec+1+Etsy+Chalkmats+and+craftshow+pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SxmyhvXalLI/AAAAAAAABVk/AlZ_DmHEzys/s320/Dec+1+Etsy+Chalkmats+and+craftshow+pics+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411552719982466226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SxmxD8y_rtI/AAAAAAAABVc/Spmqpw6ZBGU/s1600-h/Dec+1+Etsy+Chalkmats+and+craftshow+pics+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SxmxD8y_rtI/AAAAAAAABVc/Spmqpw6ZBGU/s320/Dec+1+Etsy+Chalkmats+and+craftshow+pics+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411551108680101586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL!  Now that I have fed the dogs, hidden the gifts, checked in on the kids at various locations, kicked off my socks, and sat down with a plate of Italian greens with tomato and cheddar and cottage cheese on the side (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fancy, no???&lt;/span&gt;)... I think I'll take a breath in between bites to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner is not fancy because I'm.. well.. fancy (ha), or because I'm on a diet (although I should be, but that's another post)... it's because after my first day back at the office, followed by Mom's Taxi service and some secret Christmas shopping.  So it was just the quickest thing I could throw together!  Good, though.  Anyway, I thought I oughtta check in.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craft show went well.  Saw a lot of old friends who stopped to say hello or sit a minute with me.  Made a miniscule profit but hey, it's my favorite thing of the year and some profit is much better than none in a time where people are a little more cautious with spending.  I could sort of see a trend right there at my table; while 3 years ago, lots of folks bought jewelry for themselves, this year there was more of a lean toward the handmade chalk mats and lunch kits (I make those to keep utensils clean).  People love those chalkmats, and I'm so glad!  Enough stuff is imported; sometimes it's nice to see folks supporting local artisans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we did get a replacement van, which is a little newer and in really good shape, thank God.  But we had to buy new snow-tires (up here we absolutely have to use studded snow-tires to survive the winter) since the ones *already on* the totaled van would not fit this van.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND... you know things are not good when you speak to your kids on the phone after school and the first thing the 13-yr old says is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mom, what would you do if, lets say, _____ (little sister) had broken the glass in the door with her hand and she was bleeding all over the floor and there is glass everywhere?  Don't have time to go into the story just yet, but what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;"  So, first aid was recited over the phone, since I couldn't get there... then I got the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well as it turns out, my youngest PJ accidentally broke the plate glass in the front door last week by banging on it when her sisters were not quick enough to let her in (they came in the back door and she was at the front door banging on the glass and saying "Let me in!" and they were saying "Don't bang on that glass, you're gonna break it!") and then SMASH... yup... she was scared but luckily it was only a tiny scratch, poor thing... she felt so bad!!!  I heard this all over the phone just after it happened, as I'd been at an MRI that same day and had gone over to L's house to wait for the hubby to pick me up after work.  She was more worried about getting in trouble than her hand!!  I had to reassure her that although that was not a good idea (ya think?), and one really should knock (bang) on the WOOD of a door, that I was more concerned about her being OK!  Sheesh!!  AND since replacing the glass was going to run about $200, she will be doing some extra chores for just this week.  I mean, I feel like at nearly 12 yrs old, there has to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; accountability..  but I'm not going to drag it out, I'm sure she learned a pretty good life lesson right there already! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the first day back at work was pretty good, considering I'd been dreading it.  Bit of refresher reading within my systems, bit of cleaning out email and older communications, bit of training on new things recently developed - a lot of them good improvements.  And so nice to see coworkers who are more like friends and family after you all work together for several years.  So, all in all, a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom is coming back home the day after tomorrow!  I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've posted a few photos from my table at the craft fair (it was an especially big hit with little girls, especially the purses and ribbon barrettes and the sample chalkmat I leave out for kids to doodle on!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all keeping warm.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the holidays! :)&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-6047997399687211608?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/6047997399687211608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=6047997399687211608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/6047997399687211608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/6047997399687211608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/12/workin-9-to-5-what-way-to-make-livin.html' title='Workin 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin&apos;...'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SxmyhvXalLI/AAAAAAAABVk/AlZ_DmHEzys/s72-c/Dec+1+Etsy+Chalkmats+and+craftshow+pics+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-1390397926324913304</id><published>2009-11-16T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:55:30.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been awhile so I need to have a big catch-up day.  Been kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much really going on, but boy it feels so busy!  Geeting ready for the upcoming huge arts-n-crafts fair going on in 2 weekends from now, so that's a lot of sewing, tagging, labeling everything "MADE IN CANADA" (you have to do that now to bring your stuff over the border, found out the hard way last year)... also finishing up jewelry projects that I want to include... revamping and refreshing my displays, airing out the cloth table-covers, setting up a mock table (that was fun, actually) and fixing up my old antique trunk that I use to display jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that is a lot to do, when I go back and read it!  So pretty busy there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also taking care of the insurance forms and Dr forms and all that since I had to fill and fax them all to my company's insurance folks to get some partial payments out of the plan while I was out on medical leave... that's done and we'll hope it's approved to get some backpay... but most important is that I feel better now, and have been checked for med dosage and all good there, and my Dr even called a couple weeks ago to let me know we're good to go and that I was OK to drive, YAY!  So I feel OK except for a cold that has hit me broadside (just a cold, no flu!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of broadside, on Friday night, got hit while driving my friend home (after we had such a nice night out at the movies, BAM)... I was turning left onto her street from the main road (that's an intersection) and a young lady driver tried to pass me... on the LEFT... while I had my left blinker on.  DUH.  I swear, some PEOPLE...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she of course hit us while trying to come back into her own lane, and she took off my entire front bumper in the process.  We all pulled over, the police were called, everyone is uninjured (thank God, 'cause seriously, a few more inches on that turn and I &amp;amp; my friend would have been writing this from the hospital.  Or worse.)   &lt;br /&gt;She told me, "Madame, you didn't have a blinker!" (yes, you bet your ass I did).  and "Well Madame, I thought you were just stopping in the road!" (Who the #$%* stops in the road, in front of a left turn, at night.. for no reason?!??)&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, she was French (that makes no difference but it explains why she called me Madame. ha).  I felt bad for her once she explained that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she was driving her grandfathers car, and he was only insured for liability not for himself, and she had to pick her boyfriend up from work, and she had a baby at home.... etc.... &lt;/span&gt;but on the other had, you CANNOT PASS AT AN INTERSECTION ON A SOLID LINE, and that's just the way it is.  So my insurance had just confirmed that the other driver is 100% at fault (yup) and they are going to fix our van and provide a rental.   I am thankful that we are fully covered!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So along with all that I'm just sewing and trying to enjoy time with the kids while they're home.  Pretty darn thankful to be in one piece, and same for my dear friend who had to ride along on that need-for-speed hellride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is what it is.  And once the craft show is done, I get 4 days off... then back to work at my office where they'll no doubt need to show me all the new developments (yech) before I get back on the phones (double yech).  Take care, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-1390397926324913304?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/1390397926324913304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=1390397926324913304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1390397926324913304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1390397926324913304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/11/ketchup-day.html' title='Ketchup day.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-4537147102187255682</id><published>2009-10-30T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:19:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon me miss, I mistook you for someone else.</title><content type='html'>Ok.  First of all just need to say thanks for all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being-there-ness&lt;/span&gt; and support (and yes, I would even go out on a limb and say love) I've felt over the past few days when there just didn't seem to be any light at the end of this tunnel.  I am grateful.  For these friends and these blogger friends who do really feel like family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, you know.  After so many months (in some cases, years) we do feel like we know each others stories, homes, kids and families, really bad days... really good days.  Each others lives (for anyone just popping by, this blog has been up a good long while but the content had to be deleted recently so... it looks fairly shiny and new, ha).  So thanks, guys.  And a special thanks to a friend who stepped up to help, you know who you are, and I am eternally thankful.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Having said that, I also really want to share a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;phenomenon I have just encountered in a dark cafeteria&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes.... cafeteria.  I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a word for this phenomenon, tell me what it is.  I'm mystified and smiling and somewhat saddened while also feeling proud and melancholy and happy and bittersweet.  And it all took place in a dark cafeteria surrounded by Batman and ghosts and fairies and Lady Gaga and scary creatures and Goldie Locks.  Hmm.  Can you guess where I was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  I was dropping off Justice Fairy, 13 (who ironically was dressed as a fairy) at the middle school dance.  Already there was my youngest, PJ, 11.  She had gone home with a friend after school and "gotten ready" there, and had gone to the dance with said friend's mom before I arrived.  So... while dropping off Justice Fairy, I needed to bring in PJ's green plastic leaf garlands and little bird on a wire for her Mother Nature costume... having just purchased the above-mentioned items at the dollar store, having been begged mercilessly for above-mentioned items by the girl in question... countless times... the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK then.  So I go in to bring the garlands and bird to her in the cafeteria where the dance is being held.  I enter with my Fairy who brightly smiles goodbye at me and flits over to a group of friends.  PJ spots me from across the room, and very slowly moseys over to me at the door (as if I want to go in any further, no thanks).  By the time she gets to me, I'm surrounded by a motley half-circle of her little girl friends, all coming over to say Hi.  She finally shows up and I hand her the stuff.  Which she's been asking me to bring to the dance... fervently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point she takes the items gingerly from me as though I were freshly arrived from the Leper Academy, and looks sort of away toward the floor.  I say something short like, here's your stuff, bye, have fun, see you tomorrow (it's a sleepover for her).  I'm not being grabby and huggy.  Just saying "here ya go".   She mumbles "thanks, uh huh" to the floor, or the wall, or both... and melts back into the circles of middle-schoolers.  Huh.  Ok then....  I smile on my way out.  "BRINGS BACK MEMORIES HUH?" I say to the assistant principal who is sitting at the entrance door.  He barely hears me but smiles back.  Good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my kid?  The same one I helped put together a rocking Mother Nature dress complete with pale pink dress, cape, stuffed yellow silk sun and moon dangles (made on my sewing machine, and which she loved) for her belt made of leaves?  The same kid who beamed when I mentioned her hair was very gorgeous flowy and Shakira-esque?  Who posed celebrity-style for my camera this morning and gave me a hug and kiss at the door?  The same kid who asks for a hug every night at bedtime (and the occasional shared storybook just for the sake of snuggliness)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.  Wow.  I think I just noticed something.  That kid is a middle-schooler.  And subject to change without notice or warning.  And of course she's going to play it cool in front of her friends when she's out in "public" (yep, the dance counts as public when you're 11 going on 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... sigh.   It was definitely a life moment.  She's the youngest so... I suppose I don't have many of these middle-school moments left, and I'm cherishing them.  I am.  I understand, I get it.  I still remember those dances and telling my mom to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drop me outside, I'd be fine&lt;/span&gt;.  Wow.  Stuff sure does fly by when we're not looking, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  What's the word for this feeling?  I don't know.  Guess I'll give it a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momencholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care folks.  Hug your kids today.  Hug your pets today.  Hug your&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***update: when I stopped back in to the dance at pickup-time, my little Mother Nature child came running up to me.  She yelled over the music, "MOMMY!  MOMMY!  I WON FIRST PLACE FOR THE COSTUME CONTEST AND LOOKLOOKLOOK I GOT A SUBWAY GIFT CARD!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;heh heh... yep, that's my little girl alright.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-4537147102187255682?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/4537147102187255682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=4537147102187255682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4537147102187255682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4537147102187255682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/10/pardon-me-miss-i-mistook-you-for.html' title='Pardon me miss, I mistook you for someone else.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-1241116556607003486</id><published>2009-10-27T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:46:07.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confuzled. but ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haven't posted in a while, just haven't felt like it.  But right now, with a warm cup of coffee next to me, already had breakfast, so I think now's the time.  And the hubby is sleeping - scratch that he just came down - well he'll be busy for a while anyway.  So..... can we talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to delve into some feelings here, folks.  If it's too scrunchily-feely-uncomfortable to read, well go on over to another site.  Won't bother me. I won't even know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, a little girl about 6 hours south of here has recently passed away and I just read about it, and it is making me so sad.  A sparkling, vivacious, sweet, bubbly, girl by the name of Shiloh who brightened up everyone's world.  Never met her, saw her story on TV but in this area she still feels "local" to me; meant to send a cheerful card and never got to it; anyway she was only 10, and that's so young, and it's so sad.  So I read it in yesterday's paper, which I just got to today, that she had passed.  And I'm very blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I take my coffee over to the desk to check email as I do in the morning, and sit down to my computer, where I had opened the Google homepage earlier, and here is what I see typed into the search-bar box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love you mommy  ~s****~" (her name was signed there at the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest daughter, 11, must have written this as I was in the kitchen, yelling for everyone to get their shoes on, already, you're running late, etc, and don't miss that bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.  How about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I cried a hundred more tears it seems, for sometimes taking for granted the great and wonderful thing that is being the mom of 3 fantastic girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I gave them smiles at the door, and at least the youngest stopped for a quick hug on her way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... that was the past hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.  Again. Plenty of warning here.  You might want to go about your day. It's gonna get bad and dark going forward. It involves my frustration and money and medicine and will be quite boring, I'm sure,  but therapeutic.  For me. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a strong, adaptable person.  First one to cheer you up and tell you everything will be fine. Usually.  Ask anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... still dealing with this recent epilepsy diagnosis and how the medicine is working and IF the medicine is the right dosage, if I can go back to work etc.... which we will know *after* I go in for follow up bloodwork and tests, only next week.   So next week I do tests, then the system here is quite slow, and they would have the test results in about 2 weeks after that, to check the dose and any changes to me.  And my Dr will say... well do you feel like you can go back to work yet?  And here's the cliffhanger...... NO, I don't feel like I can, since I'm still having extreme tired patches, still having sensations of someone actually lifting up my brain inside my head, and still confused at times, which is one of the side effects of just-having-had an absence seizure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my answer would be no, not quite yet, however the dosage is not up to full dose till end of next week so we'll see.... However (!!!) my employment insurance for sick leave thru EI has run out as of next Tuesday.  Far fuch's sake.  So here we are swinging over a big gape, a virtual canyon, of no income (!!!) for, I don't even know, 4 to 6 weeks (!!!) until my company's insurance plan takes over to start giving me small compensation (I have, by the way, paid into this disability plan like every other employee).  And they can't do that until my Dr. has filled in their form.  Which she just did... and I can pick it up anytime for... $50.00 (!!!!!!!)  Which I don't have till next week.  Which delays my company insurance from kicking in even longer.  Which is so f***ed up, isn't it all?  For crying out loud.  So yeah, basically I'm screwed for the next month or so with no income and waiting to see if the meds will work right and THEN if I can go back to work.  Wah, wah, WAAAAH.  Are you tired of reading this yet?  I sure am tired of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's my rant for today.  Hey, I did warn way back there that this would contain some emotional shit, and it felt good to write it all down.   So it is what it is.  And we wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a deep breath, and go upstairs to my "studio" (close enough)  to work on a special order of barrettes.  At least my family is remaining cheerful, and my friends, and for the most part my health, right? And at least I have my Etsy shop which cheers me up also (I thank God for my little shop at times, seriously).  Someone ordered 6 barrettes yesterday in special colors and that made me really happy so... off to braid barrettes and watch a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya, be well, love each other, and appreciate every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-1241116556607003486?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/1241116556607003486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=1241116556607003486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1241116556607003486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1241116556607003486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/10/confuzled-but-ok.html' title='confuzled. but ok.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-4561922530350738614</id><published>2009-10-17T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:03:55.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A First Birthday Is Very Special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnMb90A_3I/AAAAAAAABVU/aTRbD40gYKI/s1600-h/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnMb90A_3I/AAAAAAAABVU/aTRbD40gYKI/s320/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393566809574145906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So!  Hi! &lt;br /&gt;Wanted to put these pics up here since I've been working on this quilt and pillowcase for like a week and finally finished last night, washed and dried.  Was up till nearly 2 am playing online farming games and trying to stay awake so it could dry all the way, and now it's packed up and ready to give to a special little baby girl who's turning 1 today!  This photo above shows the top before the backing was added.  Luckily I had some sun this morning, so I ran out into the frost-covered yard in my nightgown to snap these pics on the clothesline!!!  Sorry, neighbors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnMLZchemI/AAAAAAAABVM/njURjThpPbg/s1600-h/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnMLZchemI/AAAAAAAABVM/njURjThpPbg/s320/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393566524934027874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't sure what to put on the back, but finally settled on a dreamy light purple flannel, it looks almost like a wispy cloudy sky.  But purple.  :)  I figure it's so cold up here, Mamma might want to flip cool crispy side to warm snuggly side now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnMBD9fWXI/AAAAAAAABVE/Fo4odaNcwUE/s1600-h/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnMBD9fWXI/AAAAAAAABVE/Fo4odaNcwUE/s320/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393566347368028530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the back of the pillowcase, it's also the back of the quilt.  See my pitiful cornrow back there in the garden?  Stupid me, planted too late, an d the poor corn could not produce any good ears.  Aaargh.  Well I'll know next year.  Anyway at least the quilt turned out OK!  I decided not to iron any parts as it just came out of the dryer, got folded, and today it got rolled into a little ball for the gift bag anyway.  Ironing seemed a little... useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnLLLeMQtI/AAAAAAAABU8/RCtpz82cEh4/s1600-h/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnLLLeMQtI/AAAAAAAABU8/RCtpz82cEh4/s320/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393565421671301842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All tucked away and going to her party this afternoon.  I love 1st birthday parties.  They have way too many relatives, way too much noise, way too many small children running around all crazy, and a little baby-face happy and smeared with "first chocolate cake" at some point.  Fun times.  Seriously.  This is what memories are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to get ready.... have a nice weekend.  Try to eat some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-4561922530350738614?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/4561922530350738614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=4561922530350738614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4561922530350738614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4561922530350738614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-birthday-is-very-special.html' title='A First Birthday Is Very Special.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StnMb90A_3I/AAAAAAAABVU/aTRbD40gYKI/s72-c/Oct+17+1st+Bday+quilt+and+ring+pics+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-179383439975326195</id><published>2009-10-12T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:19:12.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A medical update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StNjnbVEdDI/AAAAAAAABU0/gk-ay2RQl5E/s1600-h/Oct+11+Doll+Quilts+in+progress+and+sewing+studio+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StNjnbVEdDI/AAAAAAAABU0/gk-ay2RQl5E/s320/Oct+11+Doll+Quilts+in+progress+and+sewing+studio+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391762707894793266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StNjTrd_ezI/AAAAAAAABUs/yAZA6iCewbM/s1600-h/Oct+11+Doll+Quilts+in+progress+and+sewing+studio+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StNjTrd_ezI/AAAAAAAABUs/yAZA6iCewbM/s320/Oct+11+Doll+Quilts+in+progress+and+sewing+studio+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391762368629799730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StNi8NuMMCI/AAAAAAAABUk/Vmj6J3w34Kk/s1600-h/Many+Moods+of+Mom+Oct+8+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StNi8NuMMCI/AAAAAAAABUk/Vmj6J3w34Kk/s320/Many+Moods+of+Mom+Oct+8+09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391761965507686434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to put up an update, it's been a little crazy.... so I'm posting the info I had put into an email which I had recently sent to all you family members (and friends who were close enough to feel like family).  Just to let you know what's up, as I know you, meaning those few who "visit" me here about as often as I visit you and who have come to feel like friends over the past couple years, wanted some news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family Dr. has been testing a lot, trying to figure out why I've been missing pieces of my day, feeling disoriented for hours at a time, etc... referred me to a neurologist... he ordered, finally, an EEG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 4 weeks later, after my family Dr. made a follow-up call to get the ball rolling, he (neurol) read the test results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've been diagnosed with a few days ago: epileptic absence.  See links below for a bit of info... The neurologist is trying a medication on me that he says is commonly used to treat this (Tegretol I think is the brand name), and will monitor to see if any improvement or if I can maybe go back to work after this month.  Not that I want to go back... still dizzy a lot and worried how I'll do it.... but I've been on medical leave since July so... would be nice to get things stable again, would be nice to have my paycheck again too.   Worried, of course, about financially feeling secure.  Just like everyone else in the world.  So... still at a crossroads about how that will turn out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we know if this medication works, no driving for me for a while longer.  No swimming in the deep end, etc.  :) Don't worry, I'm being careful.  Not even using my stovetop if I'm home alone, for now at least.  I've already boiled my coffee over in the microwave by hitting "333" instead of "33" seconds while my mind had "stepped out", so... being more cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will work.  I'll keep you posted if any different news.  Thanks for your support as I figure this all out.  I welcome any advice from those who have dealt with this before, as it is completely new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also posting a pic of my "sewing studio" (aka one corner of my bedroom reserved for crafting only) since I just sorted out all of my fabrics (ok, I know I don't have a lot... but at least now what I have is color-organized) and I needed to share a bit of cheery news along with this rather grim news.   This place is where I sit to sew, and look out my second story window and dream and wonder about the future and if everything will be OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I added a pic of me just because I'm silly.  And it's the closest thing I can do, besides having you over for a cup of coffee. :) So... please have a look at my little sewing area and let me know what you think! Thank you for allowing me to share something so personal.  I appreciate my blogger friends, I truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.epilepsy.org.uk/info/seizures/absence.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absence_seizure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-179383439975326195?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/179383439975326195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=179383439975326195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/179383439975326195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/179383439975326195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/10/medical-update.html' title='A medical update.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/StNjnbVEdDI/AAAAAAAABU0/gk-ay2RQl5E/s72-c/Oct+11+Doll+Quilts+in+progress+and+sewing+studio+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-3157965930085623906</id><published>2009-10-06T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:25:03.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SszOj2GpgaI/AAAAAAAABUc/Ye8sbsuSPKE/s1600-h/Sept+18+Pink+Cornsilk+Dad+Buzz+and+Buffy+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SszOj2GpgaI/AAAAAAAABUc/Ye8sbsuSPKE/s320/Sept+18+Pink+Cornsilk+Dad+Buzz+and+Buffy+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389909969269784994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edited to add pics:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pink cornsilk I mention....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SszOcgUufJI/AAAAAAAABUU/Jl5QftN3tK4/s1600-h/Sept+18+Pink+Cornsilk+Dad+Buzz+and+Buffy+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SszOcgUufJI/AAAAAAAABUU/Jl5QftN3tK4/s320/Sept+18+Pink+Cornsilk+Dad+Buzz+and+Buffy+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389909843164167314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As opposed to the "dressed for daytime" cornsilk on most of the other plants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SszOMowiKMI/AAAAAAAABUM/eSKH8iThL0s/s1600-h/Sept+18+Pink+Cornsilk+Dad+Buzz+and+Buffy+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SszOMowiKMI/AAAAAAAABUM/eSKH8iThL0s/s320/Sept+18+Pink+Cornsilk+Dad+Buzz+and+Buffy+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389909570550376642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pink dandelion leaves next to some green ones.  WEIRD HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI!  A little teeny bit of gardening wisdom I'd like to impart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer is over (yes, it's true, sorry to disappoint those who were not paying attention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've pretty much pulled up the little garden except for the corn (still hoping we may get one edible ear off those plants) and the cabbage (which is doing fabulously well with no help from me, just waiting for the heads to get bigger and up they'll come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... while I was out there over the past few weeks, in my old flannel shirt and rippy jeans, I was thinking of all the things my garden has taught me this year.  Keep in mind, it is only my second year of gardening, and I spent more time in it then reading or researching about it, so I did learn a lot of "practical knowledge" as I went.  I also found the more time I spent online looking up gardening advice, the less I was actually gardening!  So I just went out and winged it (wang it? wung it??) most of the time.  It may not all be right or correct for every area, but it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, here, to the best of my swiss-cheese memory, is the best of the wisdom my little plot has shared with me this harvest year.  I think of it as a little Gardening for Dummies guide that I'll refer back to next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Peas and beans and radishes grow faster than turnips, cabbage, carrots and corn...  root vegetables and fall vegetables in other words... So next time I'll  plant these summer things on one side of the garden, and keep the fall veggies over on the other side.  Less stomping around and disturbing them that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Cucumbers need a LOT of room to climb and spread out.  Next year, the fencing for them to crawl up needs to be a lot taller.  Maybe even vertical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Corn does better when planted in triangles (threes), and mine were planted all in one row.  Only learned this after they were 5 feet tall. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Sometimes cornsilk is bright pink.  Sometimes dandelions are bright pink.  *Nope, I do not live near any nuclear power plants. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; I should have planted everything earlier.  I waited until end of June.  Next year, May 15 to June 1, definitely.... even though I'll be freezing my butt off up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; EARWIGS LIKE CORNCOBS.  A LOT.  **shudder**  Careful when you peel them down to check... and shake them all out BEFORE you go in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; I don't know what the little tiny gray globs in my cabbage outer leaves are, still need to look that up.  I'm guessing caterpillar poop.  Or alien poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Rows in general need to be wider next year... so I'm not turning sideways to shimmy between the corn and the cucumber patch, praying that an earwig doesn't fall on my sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Kids will help in the garden.  They like it.  It's fun.  Don't mention anything about the earwigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; If your tomato plants get a disease, you need to pull them right out and get them far away from the rest of the garden.  That shit is airborne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; If you do like I did and mark all your rows in Sharpie Markers on plastic tabs, good luck to you.  Mine washed away with the first rain, leaving me with "mystery crops".  Someone let me know if you have a better way, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; A few radishes, if left in the ground after the others are ripe and ready, will crack and look awful and grow pretty tall flowers... but they'll make more radishes deep, deep underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Keep your eyes open and your wits about you (aka don't be upside down for too long).  I was bent over pulling weeds and jumped out of my skin at the gigantic brown animal directly behind me... saw him from the corner of my eye and thought I had a(nother) moose in my yard... but after my hysteria it just turned out the be the chocolate lab from next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; If your hose is old and busts, don't panic.  Cut the darn thing off and put your thumb over the end.  It sprays just as well as an attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; And when all is done, and your plants have all withered, pull them up and lay them all down over your garden plot... then lay a bed of dried leaves from your yard over top of them.  It puts the garden to bed for the winter and the leaves contain a lot of nutrients that melt into your soil for next year.  Simple way to fertilize, compost, and recycle all at the same time.  Turn it all over in the spring and work it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fall.  It's my favorite season.  I'm going to the neurologist later today for my test results.  Will keep you posted, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-3157965930085623906?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/3157965930085623906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=3157965930085623906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3157965930085623906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3157965930085623906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons-from-garden.html' title='Lessons from the Garden'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SszOj2GpgaI/AAAAAAAABUc/Ye8sbsuSPKE/s72-c/Sept+18+Pink+Cornsilk+Dad+Buzz+and+Buffy+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-6715455753129027262</id><published>2009-09-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:29:17.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is old age...</title><content type='html'>Two days ago the SmileyDad broke his glasses.  His cool ones with the wide cool-guy frame.  The one he likes.  The frame just went POP and broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning he has a day off.  I'm in the living room, he's in the kitchen.  I hear him make a phone call.  Mumble mumble.  Mumblemumble mumble.... MUMble.  Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he comes stomping through the living room looking Very. Upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the phone rings and he says to me, Don't answer that!  I don't want to talk to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ring, ring)... Talk to who? says the very befuddled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Riiiing)... HER! Don't answer that! OK get that but I'm NOT talking to her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**uh, WTF is he talking about?**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look at the caller ID (this all occurs in about 5 seconds) and it's the eye doctor.  I answer it and I say, Um, he's... busy right now?  Is this about his glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she says, please have him call me back.  Um, OK then, thanks.  Hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SmileyDad comes back in.  I give him the so-confused look (I use this look so often, he can read it pretty well).  He explains to me that THEY have it on THEIR records that HIS last pair of glasses was purchased there in 2006 and that CAN'T be right because he DISTINCTLY remembers getting them last summer in 2008.  And he told me that he... sorta hung up on the receptionist... 'cause he was so mad that they had lost his records. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think back but can't remember, I have a lot of memory loss lately.  At that very moment, I just so happen to speak to my friend down the road, because she called to say hello, and she then remembers how I said something about his new glasses... last summer.  Okay then, so we all agree... he got these glasses last year.  So we should look for a receipt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because his warranty is only good for 2 years.  Hence he's all stressed out.  But at least he has a spare, albeit not "as cool", pair to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... dig dig dig through paperwork, look up old tax folders, even call the insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what... they all say the same thing... last VISIT for an exam was 2008.  Last pair of new glasses?  2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we take a little drive over to the eye doctor where SmileyDad, who is generally a very nice guy raised by a good mama, sheepishly apologizes to the receptionist for the above-mentioned hang-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we figure out that if he wears his spares till next June, his insurance will at that point just let him get a new pair. No out-of-pocket repairs needed, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're all good.  Everybody breathe puh-leeeeease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the whole bad-memory thing. That may not be so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.... what was I supposed to be doing? hmmm... no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-6715455753129027262?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/6715455753129027262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=6715455753129027262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/6715455753129027262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/6715455753129027262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-this-is-old-age.html' title='So this is old age...'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-1288830357417864196</id><published>2009-09-21T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T06:27:05.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mix'/><title type='text'>I'm not internationally known, but I'm known to rock a microphone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Srd_AL60tmI/AAAAAAAABTc/P7pNhHtrjUU/s1600-h/Sept+21+Fall+Harvest+Baking+and+Pets+Pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Srd_AL60tmI/AAAAAAAABTc/P7pNhHtrjUU/s320/Sept+21+Fall+Harvest+Baking+and+Pets+Pics+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383911520720959074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm not really a rapper.  Gotcha? Yes? No? Oh you already knew that?? Well the things blasting out of my radio/CD player while I cook and clean may be a surprise... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway!  On to more important things... the reason I have old-school Rob Base in my head, for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started cleaning out ALL my recipe books because I actually have time to do this for the first time in years, and I'm putting them all on a kitchen bookshelf instead of hiding away in a cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I found The. Most. Wonderful. Thing. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it did not come from a fancy cookbook.  Or a celebrity cookbook.  Or a diet cookbook, cooking magazine, or subscription service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came from the University of Maine Cooperative Extension Service, circa 1987, in the form of a tall skinny bound cooking guide called "Homemade Master Mixes".&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt;(see? Master Mixes... Master Mixer... Rob Base... well in my head at least, it makes perfect sense)--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway in this gem of a typed-up little book, there is a recipe for an ALL PURPOSE MASTER MIX.  From this mix, which incorporates powdered milk and can be stored up to a month refrigerated, you can make just about anything.  It's super.  It's fantastic.  I'm in baking heaven.&lt;br /&gt;MUST SHARE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;And not like I'm a 24-hour baker, but hey if it's convenient and I'm home, then sure, why not.  Saves $ on pre-packaged snacks and desserts and makes the house smell nice, if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried the Coffee Cake last night, and the family was coming back for seconds, it was GOOD. See photo.  So here is the recipe, and a few variations.  Might want print and keep as this book is nowhere to be found anymore, pretty sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Purpose Master Mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;2 and 2/3 cups dry milk (I use skim)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2 cups shortening (you can get 2 cups and more from a little rectangle of shortening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine flour, dry milk, baking powder, sugar and salt in a large bowl.  Stir together.  Cut in shortening (I use 2 butterknives) until the mixture is smooth.  Store in airtight container.  If lard is used, refrigerate and use within a month (i used Crisco but still refrigerated the mix).  Makes 12 cups of Master mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a few ways how you can use it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biscuits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups master mix&lt;br /&gt;about 1/2 c water&lt;br /&gt;Add water to mix, blend lightly with fok to form soft dough, turn on floured board, knead then roll or pat out to not less then 1/2 inch thick.  Cut out circles and bake on cookie sheet about 450 for 10 min or so, good for shortcake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pancakes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c master mix&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c water 1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;Blend mix and sugar. Stir water and egg into mix until blended. Drop batter onto hot greased griddle, cook one side till puffy and full of bubbles then flip and cook other side.  Makes 12 pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brownies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup amaster mix&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;Grease 8-inch sq. pan.  Measure 1 c master mix into bowl, add margarine and work it in with clean hands or fork.  Mix in sugar and cocoa.  Add the egg and water.  Beat 25 times.  Pour into greased pan.  Bake 20 min. at 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee Cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups master mix&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measure 3 cups master mix into bowl. Add sugar, stir well.  In smaller bowl mix egg and water together.  Add this to the flour mixture all at once.  Mix till blended.  Pour into greased 9 inch baking pan and sprinkle with topping.&lt;br /&gt;Topping: 1/2 c brown sugar, 1/2 tsp cinnamon, 1 tbsp butter, 1 tbsp flour, mix well till fine and crumbly and sprinkle over cake.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 for 30 to 35 min.&lt;br /&gt;This is SO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, while I'm not working in the office due to medical leave, and therefore sort of a homemaker (due to not having any other choice at the moment), I'll try to make the best of it.  Coffee cake makes the house smell like Fall, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, folks. Warm wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-1288830357417864196?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/1288830357417864196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=1288830357417864196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1288830357417864196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/1288830357417864196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-internationally-known-but-im.html' title='I&apos;m not internationally known, but I&apos;m known to rock a microphone...'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Srd_AL60tmI/AAAAAAAABTc/P7pNhHtrjUU/s72-c/Sept+21+Fall+Harvest+Baking+and+Pets+Pics+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-12831583519778791</id><published>2009-09-15T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T05:35:04.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>End of Summer Beach Day, Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-yWpmDt-I/AAAAAAAABTQ/hyi80SF4HfY/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-yWpmDt-I/AAAAAAAABTQ/hyi80SF4HfY/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381716181923379170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to share some pics.  We visited the beach (the REAL ACTUAL BEACH I say), which is 5 hours away in Shediac, NB, on Labor Day - the day just before school started.  We had once chance to do this before life went back to normal, so we just packed up a picnic basket and took off at 5 am.   This is a very big deal for kids who live closer to the woods than to the beach, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos!  And I have decided I'm going to move here someday.  Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensive PJ over a sandcastle in progress. (photo has been removed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-x6PR76TI/AAAAAAAABTA/_SuL1OdA6zQ/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-x6PR76TI/AAAAAAAABTA/_SuL1OdA6zQ/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381715693823322418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a perfect day but very, VERY windy.  Ever have fried chicken, sliced cucumbers, potato salad and cream soda with a light topping of sand? MMMMM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-xsGRin9I/AAAAAAAABS4/i60qOhRFPWc/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-xsGRin9I/AAAAAAAABS4/i60qOhRFPWc/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381715450887577554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nature Girl found a friend - I like to call him Hermit the Crab. he popped out for one second and I got the shot and then he was like OHH NOOO PEOPLE..... I'm going back in!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-xh0yJSFI/AAAAAAAABSw/ijz6WtOY5AI/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-xh0yJSFI/AAAAAAAABSw/ijz6WtOY5AI/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381715274393798738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite amazingly, I found this rare species of Sand Mermaid washed up on the beach.  She told me to take her picture and we have a 50/50 deal with the Weekly World News.  Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-xJhjoM4I/AAAAAAAABSo/_BfH5fZlR5Q/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-xJhjoM4I/AAAAAAAABSo/_BfH5fZlR5Q/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381714856915776386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me.  Happy feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;We had t&lt;/span&gt;he infamous Sandy Picnic on the Beach, but I've removed that photo.  It was all still good, let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-wrNlTjJI/AAAAAAAABSY/rEACQ6n7LmE/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-wrNlTjJI/AAAAAAAABSY/rEACQ6n7LmE/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381714336158026898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PJ finding treasures on one of the many "islands".... there was even a live starfish and sand dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-wSNqI7PI/AAAAAAAABSQ/_aMmuV6Lt0w/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-wSNqI7PI/AAAAAAAABSQ/_aMmuV6Lt0w/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381713906681572594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Busy busy, and well-covered with sunscreen, while Mom and Dad relaxed on blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-v59ypmUI/AAAAAAAABSI/ZQ5S-jij-H8/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-v59ypmUI/AAAAAAAABSI/ZQ5S-jij-H8/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381713490105440578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My view of SmileyDad's day at the beach.  :)  I like this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-vRBvyI9I/AAAAAAAABSA/BQzX_TbUd0Y/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-vRBvyI9I/AAAAAAAABSA/BQzX_TbUd0Y/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381712786792522706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK... my girls like to sew.  Nature Girl, the oldest, hand-sewed this little critter on the drive down.  Isn't he CUTE??  Of course she owns the "plushie-copyright"... she is very protective of her creations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-tpffCzDI/AAAAAAAABR4/alCoYFN6o_g/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-tpffCzDI/AAAAAAAABR4/alCoYFN6o_g/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381711008068979762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE this, a sign at the Big Stop rest area/gas station on the way home... for those of you who are not local, just a friendly reminder that MOOSE ARE BIGGER THAN CARS and like very much to cross the highway.  :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-tg_4gZxI/AAAAAAAABRw/nKdzur265bk/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-tg_4gZxI/AAAAAAAABRw/nKdzur265bk/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710862146889490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the most beautiful sunset over Western New Brunswick at twilight, on the drive home.  A peaceful end to a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and letting me share our photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-12831583519778791?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/12831583519778791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=12831583519778791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/12831583519778791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/12831583519778791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer-beach-day-pics.html' title='End of Summer Beach Day, Pics'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Sq-yWpmDt-I/AAAAAAAABTQ/hyi80SF4HfY/s72-c/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-3692807186698782982</id><published>2009-09-11T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:48:57.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We remember.</title><content type='html'>I was teaching preschool. September 11, 2001, mid-morning.  A father dropping off a child told me some strange and offbeat comment (and I'm quoting here, please forgive the way he put it, it's just how I remember him saying it): he said to me at the front door of the school, "Oh those Arabs have done it now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not understand what in the world he was talking about, and we had a wide variety of cultures in our little town, including some very nice families from middle-Eastern countries... what was he talking about??  His weird comment just did not make sense to me.  Then, to my puzzled look, he told me what had just happened in NYC.  And that it was an act of terrorism.  Apparently from overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to keep it together and remain very calm and continue teaching, and arts and crafts, and snack time... basically act as though the world had not just changed... because 4-year-olds need comfort and familiarity, not chaos and worry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when they had all gone home and I went home did I look at the news for the first time, and break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-3692807186698782982?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/3692807186698782982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=3692807186698782982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3692807186698782982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/3692807186698782982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-remember.html' title='We remember.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-4807125657425366454</id><published>2009-09-10T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:30:17.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat-sized rats and fanged frogs. Freaky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD MORNING! Want to start your day as freaked out as I am????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well OK then!  Here's a link to an article found this morning on sync.... about new species found living in a volcano... that had not been disturbed by humans in several thousands of years... and they found all these new species of parrots and spiders and lizards and rats in there!  Spiders that can drop a net on you like freakin' Spider-Man! Tiny parrots only 9 cm tall!  Are they making this up??  NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sync.sympatico.ca/News/ContentPosting_CBC?newsitemid=biology-papua-new-guinea-species&amp;amp;feedname=CBC-TECH-SCIENCE-V3&amp;amp;show=False&amp;amp;number=0&amp;amp;showbyline=True&amp;amp;subtitle=&amp;amp;detect=&amp;amp;abc=abc&amp;amp;date=True"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Giant rats, tiny parrots found in 'lost world'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh I hope this link works.  Very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; cool stuff.  If not, then go do a search for "Papua, New Guinea", or "40 new species in volcano".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It boggles the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-4807125657425366454?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/4807125657425366454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=4807125657425366454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4807125657425366454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4807125657425366454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/09/cat-sized-rats-and-fanged-frogs-freaky.html' title='Cat-sized rats and fanged frogs. Freaky.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-4749585036861377952</id><published>2009-09-08T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:41:50.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaeiwiVtCI/AAAAAAAABRo/WZsUQFGltqw/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaeiwiVtCI/AAAAAAAABRo/WZsUQFGltqw/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379161124922307618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Harvesting Your Own Apples is Easy!  Just find a Kid in your house who's willing to stand on a Wobbly Stool with an Old Rake and Knock them out of your Tree!"  Ha.... I snapped this as PJ was trying to reach that ONE SPECIAL APPLE that she just had to get down.   Oh and today was their first day back at school... YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaZCWaxdNI/AAAAAAAABRg/VUi7uyoLF-Q/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaZCWaxdNI/AAAAAAAABRg/VUi7uyoLF-Q/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379155070597297362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I actually did make my own granola bars, imagine that.  Let me just say that this is not going to turn into an organic living/ cooking blog... I have enough of those that I like to read, no need to make another one myself, I figure.  Besides I'd never have the mental capacity to maintain such a thing.  :)&lt;br /&gt;But I did want to do a little blip on these bars as they came out great (I ended up using the first recipe from the last post, the one that incorporates crispy rice cereal and mix-ins).  I got reviews from the kids ranging from "They're OK" to "These are AWESOME!", so I guess they're good... I like them!   Turns out the ones with raisins are the sweetest and chewiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also wanted to brag on... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;, I mean "share with folks"... the things I was able to make over the course of the weekend, using (drumroll please).... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUFF IN MY OWN YARD&lt;/span&gt;.  Yeah, right, you say?  Well sure!  just keep reading!  :) The bold type is all organic things growing in my yard (and maybe in yours)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaY2kIhD0I/AAAAAAAABRY/AD2pd5AA5Nk/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaY2kIhD0I/AAAAAAAABRY/AD2pd5AA5Nk/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379154868120391490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got the little half-size snack bags and labeled them so we'd know which ones contained peanuts when it came time for school snacks.  Yeah yeah... I'm using a lot of plastic, I know.  But I have to pick my battles.  At least I recycle everything I can, normally.  We do have an allergic classmate so we (hopefully all the parents) are very careful no to send peanuts or tree nuts.  Hence the labeling and separate preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaYnYT4TUI/AAAAAAAABRQ/PXNnZezouks/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaYnYT4TUI/AAAAAAAABRQ/PXNnZezouks/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379154607248788802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ta-Da!  Not too freaking bad, huh?  They're all in the freezer now and we can pull them out as needed.  Cool.  I remember my mom used to make granola in the oven and I've never tried it, so I think I'll try that next time and bag it for cereal or snacking by the handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaYSpkP1HI/AAAAAAAABRI/Ws8XFI2tNic/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaYSpkP1HI/AAAAAAAABRI/Ws8XFI2tNic/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379154251103589490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've also looked up different tea-making sites (and I can assure you there are at least 179,502 out there) so I took the best complied info I could find, and went out to pick and dry my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raspberry leaves&lt;/span&gt; for raspberry-leaf tea.  Not to be confused with raspberry tea... the leaf-tea is pretty tasteless but has more benefits. I'd recommend that you look it up sometime for more details, but for me it helps my stomachaches that seem to accompany my neurological issues lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the leaves is a bundle of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dried dandelion root&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes I DID go out in my yard and dig them up and tie them with a string like it was 1840.  Oh I went there.  I'm just that kind of girl.  If the dandelion root (cleaned and dried) is ground up and steeped with the raspberry leaves and drunk three times a day or so (well who's got the time, but I drink it occasionally at night) it is purported to be a detoxifying, cleansing tea.  I just like the taste of it with honey and it makes my tummyache better.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaYCxj2j6I/AAAAAAAABRA/vFbvTSUTbWk/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaYCxj2j6I/AAAAAAAABRA/vFbvTSUTbWk/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379153978371510178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These apples, which after doing some research we believe to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Brunswick apples&lt;/span&gt;, grow on two trees in my side yard.  They have yielded about 3 large bowlfuls so far that were good to use, after peeling and cutting into 5000 tiny pieces to be sure there were no worms.  I am very, VERY picky about my food.  I have made two streudels and have frozen 2 bags of chopped pieces, and still have another large bowl to peel and freeze later!  I can't believe we used to let so many of these drop and go to waste... we would just donate them to farm horses... this year we are making a daily effort to collect as many human-edible ones as we can, to freeze for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaXvCfuntI/AAAAAAAABQ4/FPhDU6ECKF0/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaXvCfuntI/AAAAAAAABQ4/FPhDU6ECKF0/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379153639320231634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just peel and chop and inspect them, then throw in a bowl with sugar and sometimes add any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wild raspberries&lt;/span&gt; I found that day, toss around and they go into a freezer bag.  Because.... what if it's February and I can't take the long cold winter for one more day or I'll absolutely lose my MIND unless I get some warm apple pie to remind me of summer?????  Then I can pull some out and make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaXmy-qItI/AAAAAAAABQw/GE_y_RizcmY/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaXmy-qItI/AAAAAAAABQw/GE_y_RizcmY/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379153497716040402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaWyAfzOcI/AAAAAAAABQY/EfPDMxnLdNo/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaWyAfzOcI/AAAAAAAABQY/EfPDMxnLdNo/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379152590811642306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I bring in any ready garden veggies daily, wash and leave them out for the kids to munch on, then I chop any remaining and freeze them for cooking later, or make them into soups.  So far I've made 2 with chicken-broth base and pasta mixed in, and I made 4 with tomato/beef boullion broth and potatoes mixed in (along with the carrots, green beans, yellow beans, turnips, and peas).  I seal them into glass jars re-used from spaghetti sauces..... but I learned the hard way that you have to let them cool ALL THE WAY before sealing and freezing or the jar cracks (in my case, it was two jars, dammit).  So now I won't put them in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt; again.  OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaV-7pOAxI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Y72MC5ip1-Y/s1600-h/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaV-7pOAxI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Y72MC5ip1-Y/s320/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151713335640850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the soup jars, veggie bags, granola bars, and apple-piece bags in my freezer.  I also freeze lots of raspberries mixed with sugar or plain, to add to pies or muffins, breads, etc in a few months.  OK so that's it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had more "organic stuff" in my yard... or at least how to identify it... I'm still looking it all up so maybe I'll be able to make different teas once I'm 100% sure  what I'd be picking is non-toxic - I don't want to learn THAT the hard way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those in my area - Hope you all had a good first-day-back-at-school day!   I did!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-4749585036861377952?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/4749585036861377952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=4749585036861377952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4749585036861377952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/4749585036861377952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-it.html' title='Did it.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/SqaeiwiVtCI/AAAAAAAABRo/WZsUQFGltqw/s72-c/SEPT+8+2009+ALL+PICS+and+BEACH+321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-6337790163065724411</id><published>2009-09-06T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:37:34.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Old Granola Barres</title><content type='html'>Wow, my 2nd post.  How weird is that.  I was up to like, 300 or something, oh well.  Here we go again!  Unfortunately I don't maintain any kind of blogroll (for lack of time and technological know-how) so I have no idea how to find those folks I love to read.  So if you drop in please leave a comment, even if its only a tiny thing, so I can find you again, boo-hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to a tiny open-air market nearby, and there were about 10 tables lining the street.  Not much but I had not gone yet this summer, and it was our 17th anniversary so... that's where I wanted to go!  We got a bakers-dozen big sack of corn cobs, and a sack of new potatoes, and one very nice large onion.  I don't need any crocheted slippers, hand carved furniture, or passport holders at this time.  I'll come back if I do.  I'm a simple girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my pet peeves is when you approach a table at any kind of craft fair, garage sale, market whatever, and the people start harping about the item you are looking at in non-stop sales-pitch make-me-want-to-pull-my-hair-out vivid description.  Leave us alone, I think, we're shopping! This is what I'm hearing:  "Well you look for your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passport&lt;/span&gt; and you can never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; it and it's at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bottom&lt;/span&gt; of your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purse&lt;/span&gt; and if you carry it in this little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt;er then you can always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; it and blah blah blah....."  OK, OK!  Please stop! I truly understood your sign stating "passport holder" and I can see that you've put a lot of glue-gun time into these... but jeez, I can read!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm probably done venting.  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today the plans are to make home-baked school snacks, seeing as how I'll be home for the next month and trying to find ways to cut costs and provide more wholesome munchies for school.  Did you know some granola bars contain more ingredients than an average bottle of shampoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked up several recipes and I'm going to try my hand at these today.  Most homemade granola bars are easy to bake and freeze for a long time if well sealed, and you can use home-made granola and throw in your own mix-ins like chocolate chips, or sunflower seeds, or honey, or peanuts, m&amp;amp;m's, raisins, dates, almonds, whatever.  If you search for "granola bar recipes, you'll find a lot that have been tested and have photos or tutorials, and there is such a variety that there's bound to be something for every taste and for houses with allergy restrictions.  Here are a few I liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The &lt;a href="http://suppersisters.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-make-homemade-granola-bars.html"&gt;Supper Sisters' recipe&lt;/a&gt;, which mixes in crispy rice with the granola and mix-ins...&lt;br /&gt;~The Half-Assed Kitchen with a &lt;a href="http://alladither.typepad.com/halfassedkitchen/2009/04/homemade-granola.html"&gt;great granola recipe&lt;/a&gt; for cereal or to make into bars, why not...&lt;br /&gt;~Good &lt;a href="http://kissmyspatula.com/2009/04/28/best-homemade-granola/"&gt;natural granola&lt;/a&gt; recipe from Kiss My Spatula (I like how they use lot of organics, and you may only need to bake for 20 min instead of 30, fyi)&lt;br /&gt;~This granola bar recipe from &lt;a href="http://penniesonaplatter.com/2009/01/22/homemade-granola-bars/"&gt;Pennies On A Platter&lt;/a&gt; (via Barefoot Contessa from the credit given on her page)... I like this one because you don't need to make the granola beforehand and can substitute condensed milk for honey if allergies can't work with honey.... the only thing that raised an eyebrow was the wheat germ in here.  I don't usually have wheat germ in the house however, so here are things that Mr. Internet told me you can substitute for the wheat germ: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ground flax, ground t'eff (or flour), ground Kasha (buckwheat), brown rice cereal, or ground chia seeds. &lt;/span&gt;Or just leave it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go to try these out.... think I'll try each bar recipe and see which ones we like more.  I've got a bag of trail mix ready to be thrown in too.  :)  Hope you all have a nice Labor Day... tomorrow we go to the beach for our last-blast picnic!  Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-6337790163065724411?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/6337790163065724411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=6337790163065724411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/6337790163065724411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/6337790163065724411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/09/ye-old-granola-barres.html' title='Ye Old Granola Barres'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33749595.post-2226363352982653205</id><published>2009-09-01T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:41:49.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh slate.</title><content type='html'>To those who may be alarmed at seeing my blog gone... I've made the decision to delete all previous posts, and start fresh.  Circumstances beyond my control.  I also luckily remembered to save it all, so it's not so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Anyway**, I'll still be here from time to time with updates and assorted ramblings.  I'm not going anywhere.  I'll also update when the neurologist gives me some kind of confirmed news after reading the EEG.  So far all i know is that the lab tech said the scan showed I was sleeping several times during the test, when in fact I remained awake and alert.  So.. we now check for anything seizure- or narcolepsy- related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who pop in to check on my little corner of the world from time to time.  I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33749595-2226363352982653205?l=another-cup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/feeds/2226363352982653205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33749595&amp;postID=2226363352982653205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/2226363352982653205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33749595/posts/default/2226363352982653205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-cup.blogspot.com/2009/09/fresh-slate.html' title='Fresh slate.'/><author><name>smileymamaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340988382485972419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mg2xK0O1ovM/Smxghqn931I/AAAAAAAABMQ/G8tRkHQuRbY/S220/Tory+pic.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
