tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157479392011-12-13T22:54:37.463-05:00Struggling, rejoicing, crying, unschooling, faith walking, mommying, teeth gritting, patience testing, apologizing, marriage building, yo-yo dieting, should be exercising, wine loving, wanna be writing, margarita making, blessing thanking, book reading, moment grabbing, short order cooking, chauffeuring, ouchie kissing, hubby pleasing, love-to-be junking, nap adoring, iron avoiding, toe ring wearing, against grain going, pre-babies belly button missing, what the hell am I doing-wondering.allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.comBlogger801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1132260859112457572005-11-17T15:49:00.000-05:002005-11-17T15:54:19.136-05:00

Just in case I've not made it clear, which would not be unusual at all...I am now at:allisontannery.blogsome.comPlease update my little site, and keep visiting...I'm far too into blogaddiction to stop now...

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and I'm moving. If you come here regularly at all (all loyal 16 of you), please please pleeeeessseee follow me to allisontannery.blogsome.com. Dear Running2Ks (http://running2ks.blogsome.com) has graciously been walking me through how to make this monumental move, as I just can't do what I want with Blogger (and those of you who do, I'm eternally bowing down to you).It is still very rough,

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I admit, I'm a sucker for baby stories...how they were conceived, how long it took to conceive, how the pregnancy went, how they were born, how long it took, what dreams were realized, and which ones were shattered. I'll surf blogs for a time (embarrasingly enough) and read the tender tales of women (or men) I've never met, and will probably never meet, and remember the indescribable feeling of

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I spent TWO hours this morning, finally figuring out how to post as a link, my blogroll, or SO I THOUGHT! Now, everytime I try to link to some blog I enjoy, say, Phantom Scribbler, I get zapped into a site by Microsoft....AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!

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Laura, at Ramblings of a Home School Family had this link up a couple of posts ago. I just discovered it and can't quite decide what to make of it! Funny, yes. Strange, definitely. Makes a good point? I'm not sure, but it sure looks creepy enough to fit in with Halloween decor...just get a close up shot of that "nipple"! Sca-a-a-ry! Be sure to play the news clip...http://cbs4boston.com/

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I really really really want to know how to do one of those little list things, like a "blogroll" or a "fav and fab books" list, where you have one word or a phrase that you click on, and your roll, or list or 100 things then pops up? Can anyone anywhere point me in a direction to figure out how to do this? Muchas, muchas, muchas gracias, and if you were here, I'd give you a big kiss, or a

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Embarrasing moment at the dentist yesterday.Dr. Drill to Darling Daughter: So, what'd your mom teach you in school today?(pause, look of consternation on Kat's face)Kat, with shrug of the shoulders: Um, I dunno, nothing, I guess.Dr. Drill, amused: Nothing, nothing at all? Did you have a holiday for Halloween?Kat: No, we just didn't do anything.Dr. Drill: But you normally do your lessons,

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Hey, been a bizarre day...gerbils drawing blood, inducing vomiting in dog due to Halloween candy mishap, first filling for Darling Daughter at the dentist...you know, really, the usual. Not so bizarre at all, come to think of it. And then, I got to dress up Darling Daughter, as her person of choice for Halloween, a Rock Star. Where this idea came from, I'm not sure, but I can say that since

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Fall Friday afternoon, 1991, our hero and heroine are meeting up in the commons...Hottie Long Haired Blake: Hey, how was that Spanish test, not too tough, huh?Infatuated Allison: Naaah, especially after all that help you gave me last night, *wink, wink*...HLH Blake: So, it's 4 in the afternoon, with the whole weekend ahead of us...whaddya wanna do? Call some friends? Go out to eat? Make

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The Urban Dictionary defines "blog" as the following:1. blog n. Short for weblog. A meandering, blatantly uninteresting online diary that gives the author the illusion that people are interested in their stupid, pathetic life. Consists of such riveting entries as "homework sucks" and "I slept until noon today." v. intr. The act of posting to a weblog. 2. blognoun: contraction for "web log", a

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Running2ks posted this a bit ago. Call me bored, or simple or whatever, but I like these things!1. What is your occupation? wife, mom, homeschooler, chef, chauffer, gardener, dr. (not Dr.), housecleaner, laundress, bill-payer, fresh toilet paper provider, feed the pets reminder, etc.2. What color is your underwear right now? not wearing any3. What are you listening to right now? the children

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Kat: I like grapes because they're sweet.Blue: Yeah, and sometimes you get sour ones. Sour ones make your cheeks tickle.Jake: I just burped. I kept my mouth closed, so it was quiet, but it was really long.Blue: Pretend the Goldfish are talking, the leader says, "to the hideout!", but they went the wrong way.Kat: Yeah, and they tried to get away from the children, but wound up in the soup

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OK, I saw Dr. Headcase today. First clue this was not going to work out as a mutually satsifying long term relationship - faint but distinct smell of cigarette smoke, blending with Airwick and Febreeze. Now, he's a Psychiatrist. He helps people with behavior modification and medication when necessary. He's a doctor. Went to med school. Probably studied how that tobacco and nicotine works to

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not, intimidated, by Thicket Dweller. A fun little personality quiz based on the 100 Acre Wood. Not sure if I like the results for me, though!Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!

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My Dad sent this to me this morning, and I've been hearing about it on talk radio (yes, I'm a geek). As far right as it may make me sound, I think this principle is one of my new heroes , too. Principal won't succumb to consumptionPeter A. Brown - Orlando SentinelTuesday, October 25, 2005My new hero is the principal who canceled his school's senior prom, not just to prevent underage drinking

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Maybe one of the funniest people on the planet. Check out Brian Regan. Save for the occasional "hell", arse or "damn", clean enough to watch with your children. No sexual content, no woman bashing, nothing negative at all. Just fall off the sofa funny. We just ordered his latest DVD, I Walked on the Moon. And although it's so hysterical we watched it several times this weekend, we are

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The number of acorns in our yard.

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when you need to have a check up with a doctor for your antidepressants, and you've no established head doctor/patient relationship in your new town. And you think something needs to be adjusted (and your husband's sure something needs to be adjusted), and it takes 2 hours and 7 phone calls to find one doc who can see you before January 2006. Is Greenville that full of mad moms?!? Good thing

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My Blue Boy's age today (busy October).5 years ago today, a crisp and sparkly early autumn morning, we arose to head to the hospital. I was tired. Who isn't at 10 (why do people say 9 months? 40 weeks is 10 4 week months - do the math, doc!) months pregnant with 2 toddlers at home? Hadn't been sleeping, had been griping about my siatic (sp?) nerve thing rendering me nearly unable to walk the

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The number of years we've been married, today.(yes, to the tune of Happy Birthday)Happy Anniversary to us,Happy Anniversary to us.Happy Anniversary Blake and Allison, Happy Anniversary to us.(applause, cheers, Champagne corks flying, confetti dropping, general celebrations happening)

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I'm cleaning out the "L" on our kitchen counter that I use as a bar, going to go ahead and demo it in our Project . Lo and behold, one lone bib...the kind that has the arms and big pocket, the kind we always had to use for Blue, as he always wore most of his food (may attribute for his size), and still used when he was 3 and we first moved to Greenville. It was the last bib in our house, and I

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The older two childen yesterday morning, in an argument over a certain prized stash of Legos. Give it. No. Give it. No. They're mine. No they're not. Blah, blah, blah. I intervened when the oldest got ugly, brought out his intimidating voice, and growled, "give them to me NOW, or else". With not even a glance away from my computer screen, I jumped in, announcing up the stairs that the

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What Your Underwear Says About YouYou're a total rebel who doesn't conform to any rules. P.S. - It's a jungle down there!You're also way too lazy to do your laundry more than a few times a year.The Underwear OracleAlright, it's fairly stupid. And I'm not so sure about the first description of me, but I'm pretty sure they hit the nail on the head with the second.

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FYI. While the Urban Dictionary holds hysterical slang to enlighten the tragically unenlightened (me) in the world of urban lingo, it is also grip full (I just love it) of some nasty language and sexual content. Be forewarned.

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Washington, D.C. Oldest Jake took off Sunday morning with his grand dad, and great grandparents, to see the WWII Memorial, and various and sundry other bomb diggity fresh stuff (Urban Dictionary, see?). How many kids get to stand at a war memorial with the great grand dad who fought in that very war? And the great grand mom who sacrificed on our home front, to help us all towards victory?

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Liberal, conservative...religious right, or waaaay left. Unitarian, Methodist, Agnostic or Charismatic...Pagan...please tell me this is not a good decision in Oregon. And if you live in Oregon, do you support this? I do NOT mean to make enemies here...I like to think that I can co-exist, communicate, share ideas with numerous kinds of people. But to say that the original meaning of the

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As seen at Hello Josephine, who referenced AmyGeekGirl, I just couldn't resist. Especially with my options being a. laundry, b. laundry and c. laundry. Or starting lunch. And they just don't look hungry enough to go to that effort, yet.Go to Google.Type, "(Your name) needs". Would look like "Allison needs", but with your name, not mine.Use the quotes, drop the ( ).Post your favs, or all of them,

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expensive.$140 electric bill$150 both cell phones$120 water/sewer for 3 months$250 for groceries for 2 weeks, IF I'm lucky and shop at Aldi, and decide to ingest pesticides and growth hormones from non-organic foods$25 for the new shoes for daughter Kat, for fall$60 for the Dansko shiny red clogs she wants, but has yet, if ever, to receive$35 for our share of the family birthday present (Lego

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'nother word of the day...feels like the story of my life.

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I tried the 100 things, got 108.Eventually, I'm going to figure out how to set this up as a list, with a witty link of course, something that is permanently on a page, like with the profile or something. But today, I have no idea how to do that, and I'm tired of trying to figure it out. So, knowing I'm about to take up enormous amounts of space...here goes. If anyone can tell me how to just

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It says I'm Franklin...I don't know...but all my fav blogs are posting their results, so I'm following the crowd, shamelessly...I like these things, really.You are Franklin! Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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(eating breakfast this morning)Blue Boy: Mom?Mom: Yep?Blue Boy: Do you know what a sausage is?Mom: Sure, hon.Blue Boy: Isn't sausage from pigs?Mom: If it's pork sausage, yes (for all you veggies and vegans, even I, who serves meat, think sausage is gross, but the kids love it).Blue Boy: Then a sausage is a pig's penis.I've since tried to explain to him how sausage is derived (confirming my

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Hey hey, check it out. Become hip to it, phat, rad, diggin', oh I don't know what the current "right words" are...that's why I signed my sad self up for this funny little daily. Today's word is "monitor malaise"...which doesn't seem to ever apply to those of us teetering on the need to join Blogaholics Anonymous (which should get included in the new Urban Dictionary, in my opinion...caught that

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to the world I'll send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeahOr message in a post. Whatever. BUT if anyone out there in cyberspace blogging land has a few minutes to dialogue with one dumb blogger (aka me), there are a couple of things I really really really want to know how

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I can see my blog name, and it links me to a page that says "you've not been tagged yet"??? Not only have I only just awakened from 1989, but I don't understand a word anyone's saying!

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I am soooo behind...what is this Technorati thing and what does it do? It said, "post to your blog", and then add this code:Geronimo!I feel like I fell asleep in 1989 and woke up this week...

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It may be a cliche', but Blake and I, we're children of the 70's. Each of us were born that auspicious year, and reached 10 by the end of that decade. When I think of the extremely formative things our children have experienced/are experiencing, and aren't even 10 yet (not for 2 more months), I realize how powerful an impact this first, young, ripe decade in person's life is. So, of course, we

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I'm back, the DTs are passing now...calm returning to my itchy fingers, eyes lovingly gazing at the familiar screen...internet service is up again. Three whole nearly unbearable days, no internet. How ever did we survive BI (before internet)?!? I for one, got more DONE. Yesterday, without my internet access OR our third child (he's at the grandparents), I almost felt like Thicket Dweller.

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5, 5 children that the awe-inspiring Thicket Dweller has...I stand corrected after returning to her site, to punish myself. The baby, who is 2, is the fifth, not fourth little one. Wow even more.

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I have been reading Thicket Dweller's blog. It was actually the first one I ever saw, that sort of jazzed me into staring my own feeble attempt. And I like to go back there, and see what's going on in her world. Or, I did. She homeschools, and does all that has to be done running a home. She tries interesting holistic approaches to health, and life. She's still nursing the baby, the fourth

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shot in my bum.I resorted to the doctorsand some modern medicineMy eyes were all swollenand nearly all shutwhat's a little painin my well endowed butt?I told them my symptomsI sneezed for good measureMy nose dripped constantlythey brought out the treasureThey said bend on overSo I pulled down my pantsI think at my tatooI caught him stealing a glanceThe shot was not bada small little pricknot a

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I'm probably way behind, but am just discovering Bruce Hornsby's "Halcyon Days", and am here to tell 'ya, go get it. Great piece of music.

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My email to my husband today:Just tell me you love me. I have used and ENTIRE roll of TP, my noseis beet red, and when I don't stuff the TP up it, snot drips on myshirt. I have taken, since 7 am this morning, that Allegra, 2 Zyrtec,3 T of Tussin (2ce the dose), and just now, one of those DuraFluthings. My nose hurts to breathe! I can't stop sneezing, or my eyesfrom watering. I look, quite

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That I've gained 2 pounds in 7 days, while seriously watching my calories and exercising 3 times...what is this? Uber early menopause??!? Somebody tell me my scales are a tool of Satan, some insidious part of the Axis of Evil...

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is coming down from the gallows, and I don't have very long..."(Styx, mid '70s)OK, now we're on a bad roll...but it ROCKS!Oh wait, Blake's shuffling, now I hear "Babe, I'm leaving, I must be on my way, the time is drawing near. The train is going, I see it in your eyes, the love beneath your tears. I'll be lonely without you, I'll need your love to see me through, please believe me, my heart is

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1127625712243556702005-09-25T01:18:00.000-04:002005-09-25T01:39:48.610-04:00

we've resorted to air guitar to Tears For Fears, "Everybody Wants to Rule the World".I can't stand this indecisionmarried with this ragged out visioneverybody wants to rule the worldI've fought freedom, and oppressionnothing ever lasts forevereverybody wants to rule the world.(And Blake is here, doing a really mean air guitar solo, and I am smashing on my invisible lead singer's mike...)

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as my husband and I watch some channel after a rented movie. 1. We're watching the unknown channel, as if we've nothing else better to do. 2. We're interested. 3. We interested because there is a Time Life infomercial on a 10 CD box set of 70s and early 80s hits and one-hit wonders that we can't turn away from, and 4. Not only can we not turn away, we're singing aloud, loudly, together, in

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He (DH) got me thinking. And whether or not anyone sees this, I'm gonna go. Breast feeding. It's amazing. One of the most satisfying, primal, honorable, Godly (not that if you don't, it's unGodly, I am NOT saying that) things you can do with and for you child. You envision that serene scene in a sunlit window seat, a whisper of a fulfilled grin on your contented, lightly made-up face, the child,

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Or think I know? Blake (DH) says I should be writing about what I know. What do I really know? So I asked him...he says, breastfeeding, homeschooling, potty training, sleeping in their own beds, starting solids, preschool, or lack there of, meal planning, house organization and cleaning, toy minimalization, to curriculum or not to curriculum, can you teach an infant "no", and he went, as a loving

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1127393621754861112005-09-22T08:52:00.000-04:002005-09-22T08:53:41.760-04:00

Number of times I hit the snooze this morning.

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1127250546526122692005-09-20T16:51:00.000-04:002005-09-20T17:16:08.000-04:00

I'm in that kind of mood. I hate white sport socks, and batteries...there are NEVER enough of either of them. Jake must use $178.56 worth of blasted AAs per week...and since when does every stinking toy have to run off batteries? I remember a time we didn't allow battery powered toys, and then we had children numbers 2 and 3, and now I can't keep up with all the don't allows. Toy makers must own

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Baby Boy Blue (who will be 5 next month) stood in the doorway of his newly painted, freshly de-boogerized room (gotto remember to get a pic to upload). It was a weekend of all that is entailed in getting a room painted (especially with the help of the children) and Blue's ever growing enthusiasm as he saw "his room" coming together. Last night was his first official night on his own; big move for

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1127150280285172482005-09-19T13:09:00.000-04:002005-09-19T13:28:36.303-04:00

Hey, I'm sometimes slow on the uptake, so all of the United States of America may already be well on their way to celebrating this auspicious day, but I just found out about it. It's International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Shiver me timbers, who knew (besides everyone at my husband's office when I emailed this pertinent info to him)? So, click on the "Arrrr, Matey!", get yer official pirate name,

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1127138024908826272005-09-19T09:47:00.000-04:002005-09-19T09:53:44.913-04:00

It turns out, removing boogers from the ceiling also removes the paint. All those commercials on super and crazy glues sticking anything and everything together permanently...they've got squat on the adhesive ability of a simple smearing together of some boogers. I guess it's just too gross to consider the possibilities of bottling and marketing...

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OK. I've seen a lot in my short decade as a mom. Especially since our third was born. This was new to me.DH and I (and the 3 children when the whim hits) are painting Blue's room. A really cool shade of green, sort of army, but not so dark. When one paints a room, you are, of course, forced to really examine the walls, and even the ceiling. There is that up close, personal view of every square

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126964698379068702005-09-17T09:34:00.000-04:002005-09-17T09:44:58.386-04:00

...cook?!?Making oatmeal (instant) with my daughter...in the microwave.(me quickly opening door, tossing in bowl, slamming door) "boop boop beep boop boop" on the buttons, and hit "start".daughter, amazed, "Wow mommy, you do that so quickly! I'm sooo slow when I do it..."me, again, encouraging, "Well, honey, I've been doing this for like, um, 20 years or more, you've just started. Heck, you've

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126906993413767882005-09-16T17:11:00.000-04:002005-09-16T17:43:13.546-04:00

...want to be a stay-at-home Mommy, and in the car, and in the kitchen, and at the grocery, and perpetual laundress, and an endless picker-upper, and loving disciplinarian, full time teacher with incredible powers of creativity, sometimes nurse, oft times mind reader, and a stand-by-your man kind of woman? I did not. I wanted to be, in order:1. A prima ballerina (only took ballet 2 years)2. A

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126880391976395322005-09-16T10:14:00.000-04:002005-09-16T10:23:29.670-04:00

This may have been around forever, but I found this article fascinating (click on "Does your..." and link to the article). Especially if you have a highly active (I'm not saying hyperactive), hard to pin down, extremely creative, needs a bit of help focusing child. We do, and his name is Blue.

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"Mommy, why are you always on the computer?"(just wondering...and of course, in a child's world always is relative)

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126876549589058102005-09-16T08:47:00.000-04:002005-09-16T09:15:50.656-04:00

Didn't get an early start today, and although the children have not been fed (8:48 EST), I'm having my third cup of coffee...and sitting here at the computer. Morning update (for me, my hubby, and maybe one or two other blogging moms!) - I, apparently, do not have strep yet, and the other two children seem strep-free at the moment, also. Good news around here. Jake is already nearly back to

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126821507446185432005-09-15T17:54:00.000-04:002005-09-15T17:58:27.450-04:00

One more thing for the 3 people who may check in here once in a while...one of whom seems to be TRUE BLUE SEMI-CRUNCHY MAMA, whom I am liking more and more all the time...a question.When you or any of your children have strep throat, do you give antibiotics? After years of turning them down for most anything else, especially ear infections, this is one illness I give in to...the high fevers, the

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126820720087226422005-09-15T17:33:00.000-04:002005-09-15T17:45:20.356-04:00

That glorious crisp air? That feeling of rejuevenation? That optimistic outlook that comes from the brutal heat of summer sliding into the sublime that is autumn? Gone. It's gone. Aaallll gone. The day began with the third day of oldest son (Jake) running fever and having a sore throat, after throwing up yesterday...I know strep when I see it, albeit maybe a day or two too late, as we get

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126788756242143472005-09-15T08:38:00.000-04:002005-09-15T08:52:36.246-04:00

Autumn is finally opening one eye, contemplating the possibilties of edging out bully summer...and I, for one, am rooting for autumn. Today, in the fourth day of my 432, 755th attempt at "getting in shape", I dragged my bum out of bed for a "brisk walk" around our neighborhood before DH left for work. And the air was crisp, just a bit cooler, and the sky seemed a sharper shade of blue. And

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126729285398172892005-09-14T16:17:00.000-04:002005-09-14T16:21:25.400-04:00

Why can't I manipulate the type around these blasted pics they way I want to?!?! Aaarrggghhhh! After spending something like 2 hours trying to get them uploaded, the posted version looks nothing like the stinking preview...I think I'm a blog designer moron. Oh well.

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Finally, found and am able to upload the pics from Texas, and the testosterone driven, Manly Man, Hunting trip. The first couple are of our son, his Dad, and the Grand Dad, Oggie, who survived nearly fatal cancer 6 years ago...and the Snake, so this trip was uber special to them all, especially the older men.The last is of one our fit-for-freedom Painted Lady Butterflies, carried with us to

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126546827565728552005-09-12T13:13:00.000-04:002005-09-12T13:57:06.706-04:00

We're home.800 miles out, and 800 back (or maybe even more). Felt like planes, trains and automobiles, without the trains. Drove to Atlanta, was taken to Hartsfield, spent 2 hours getting through security and waiting to board. 2 hours in the air, baggage claim (5 people + necessary toys and books + 1 guitar + 5 chrysalid + 7 days = 7 bags), and 45 minutes in the Texas heat, waiting on the

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1126117475480534042005-09-07T14:19:00.000-04:002005-09-07T14:24:35.486-04:00

UPDATEAll five chrysalis are now butterflies...our task is complete. Now to get the children to let them "be free"...(Kat's been naming them)Also, The dilemma of Pretend Buddy having to share Blue's room has been solved. He'll (Pretend Buddy, not Blue) have his own Pretend Room, right by Blue's. Everyone's very happy with the solution. After much conversation, it was determined the best

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1125959232179882322005-09-05T18:24:00.000-04:002005-09-05T18:27:12.180-04:00

Funny side note: as previously mentioned, the boys are splitting up, and will now each have their own room. First time ever. Today, as Blue told his grandmother all about his "imaginary freind", William Pretend Buddy Tannery, called Pretend Buddy, of course, for short, she asked him a question. "Will Pretend Buddy get to share your new room with you, Blue?", to which he sighed exasperatedly,

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Big news around here...the 5 chrysalid brought via American Airlines with us to Texas are down to 2...the other 3 are flapping their newly formed butterfly wings! I can't wait to get home and upload pics...they are amazing. I couldn't believe how excited we are were to see them out and drying off, and how gross the "meconium" around the old chrysalis and dripping down the mesh wall of the

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1125927886949502152005-09-05T09:39:00.000-04:002005-09-05T13:02:40.616-04:00

In Greenville, I've got a dear friend who just finished her undergrad work at Furman. She is here, working on her Masters to become a teacher, and now has young friends (younger than I am!) all over the country, starting their careers. This one, Emily, wrote her the other day from Baton Rouge, where she coaches soccer at LSU. I thought it was an interesting first hand account of some of what is

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1125877605034296192005-09-04T18:52:00.000-04:002005-09-05T13:01:57.523-04:00

Finally September, finally a glimpse of hope of the swealtering summer ending, and a new school year...for regular schoolers, and for some homeschoolers that follow a more traditional format. Which is fine. But I've found (despite my best efforts) that I've got growing list of mild to moderate frustrations/irritants concerning conversations about our family's schooling choice with the general,

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In Texas since last night...drove to and flew out of Atlanta yesterday, thank you God, as the last time we were here we drove all the way, and back. With all the meandering we did, we ended up with 3000K more on the old Previa. And hundreds of dollars in gas...can't imagine (nor do I want to) what that bill would be this week. We did the math before the current Katrina/gas crisis, and found

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Click on box for satellite pics of storm...don't know why there is only narrow box and not pics...Hurricane Katrina the wrath of God? Alright, even though only my husband, our children, me and maybe one friend in all of the country may ever see this silly blog, I'm posting an email forward sent to me by that dear friend, and my response to her, in an effort, just in case, someome ever stumbles to

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The many choices... The Fab Five, in chrysalid...Well, in my ignorance, I can't have all the pics I'd like to post actually correspond with the post itself...so I'm just slapping this stuff together today. We got the primer up yesterday, in a large closet, me and three extremely enthusiastic children

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Alright, just tried several times to post something with a pic, no success. At least, it said the thing was posted, but could never see it in the "view blog" deal. Try again, Sally, I guess (anyone ever read that book about the little girl learning to skate when they were young?). It's a new day here, and Jake and Kat seem to be bickering upstairs (oh, they're just "playing"). Blue's curled up by

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1125372279797913902005-08-29T23:13:00.000-04:002005-08-29T23:28:01.453-04:00

This is Jake...Very happy tonight...Blake (my husband) spent several hours figuring out how to post a pic and hook me up to webrings...does this make me official? Not sure, but am feeling pretty darn official. Now all the hoards of avid bloggers following my humble posts will see my cowboy hatted mug with my "profile".

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My father and I email each other quite a bit, and the other day he sent this. It has probably circulated forever, but after the day I'd had with my three, it was fresh relief, and a decent laugh...On Aug 21, 2005, at 1:29 PM, Kim Welch wrote:I showed you this years ago. Thought you might appreciate it more these days.DadTHINGS I'VE LEARNED FROM CHILDREN:1. If you hook a dog leash over a

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1124929527943342882005-08-24T20:21:00.000-04:002005-08-24T20:25:27.946-04:00

Rooming together or separately? How do you house your children? We've always had two of them, and often all three of them in a room together...toys, clothes, beds, life. And by tomorrow evening, for the first time ever, our three will each have their own room. Is it a mistake? Can it work? Will the heart that has been growing for eachother remain in light of being able to "close a door"?

allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03883851506568968991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15747939.post-1124918774815450332005-08-24T17:16:00.000-04:002005-08-24T17:46:26.900-04:00

I thought this could be fun. However, it's taken me 4 hours to work through the initial description and profile thing, and now I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how to import images. Isn't this supposed to be simple? Aren't children doing it? School here today consisted of beginning to clean out the boys room, and empty my husband's home office, to make way for our oldest to have a

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