tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23987087766769301362024-03-05T19:15:53.896-08:00Katie's CalamitiesSorta far fetched. Frivolous. Some folly. Fraught with frankness. Fickle. Frenzied.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.comBlogger316125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-63174811049059433042014-11-07T18:55:00.000-08:002014-11-07T18:55:02.646-08:00Why I deserve KnighthoodI have recently received a partial diagnosis for what ails me (ie: why I feel like smashed carp all. the. time.) I have a severe case of anemia where my body tries to procure much needed red blood cells by pulling immature red cells from my bone marrow. (!) This action results in too many immature red blood cells floating about and terrible bone pain. (!!) It seems I also have no Iron stores to support the growth of those immature little cells. (!!!)<br />
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My wonderful-new to me-Naturopath has prescribed a remedy. It is a remedy that shall go down in the history books of Calamity-ville as being momentous. It will be deemed "The remedy that did Mom in". The monster in question will be forever hailed as the demon Black Lava.<br />
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I am to ingest a heaping TABLESPOON of Organic Unsulphered Blackstrap Molasses morning and evening with meals.<br />
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To say that a spoonful of molasses is horrid is an understatement. While I try to psych myself up for the task I wonder if the cure is worse than the disease. I soon start to second guess my aliment..."Do I really feel so bad? I mean seriously, people accomplish much with lesser diseases than this... Mommy?" I put my lessons in Lamaze breathing to work. I breath several sharp, quick, shallow breathes before even opening the jar. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Once the lid is ajar, I spoon the globby mess towards my face. Pfft.Pfft.PFFFFFT! Very quickly I stuff the spoon into my mouth, not wanting to drip the gooey mess all over self or kitchen. It takes me a few moments to pull the spoon away, thus releasing the mass upon my tongue. I grimace. I squint. I stamp my feet, while trying to muster the chutzpah to actually ingest this wonderful goodness. Quickly I notice the bitter sting and wanting it gone, I accept my fate and swallow down <i>The Lava.</i> Immediately, my face and body become uncontrollable. My tongue falls right out of my mouth seeking refuge from the torture I have inflicted. My stomach starts to rumble. I feel the mouth sweats beginning. My body starts to convulse in what can only be likened to "The Elaine Dance". It is a sight to behold.<br />
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Once in the morning... Once at night... People?!? I should start a comedy show and charge admission. Perhaps I'd make enough money for a better cure.<br />
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<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-47212297954120238472014-11-03T16:33:00.000-08:002014-11-04T16:34:12.263-08:00Week in the Life 2014: SundaySunday: The Lord's Day. Sunday is a day for a little more introspection. A little more story.<br />
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Sunday is a mix of work, rest and play. The children rest and play. The husband leads worship and teaches an adult Sunday School and an evening class for middle school age through young adult. Sunday's always feel rushed and over long to me. The kids rushing off to Sunday School and Children's Church then off to play with friends for the afternoon, then back to church again for the evening. My husband's schedule only differs slightly: rushing to and fro, teaching and prepping.<br />
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Sunday's feel lonely to me. Lately I have been staying home from church while all my family <i>rushes</i> off. I think I am done rushing and just need a true day of rest.<br />
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We have a new minister at our little church on the hill. He just happened to grow up in the same town as myself. I am finding it hard to make any connection other than this. He is an inspiring speaker and very kind but I am feeling very reserved. I am suffering such ambiguity about church right now. I am tired of smiling sweetly at people I see once a week if that, and nodding hellos. I am tired of all of the falseness of it all. Everything done on cue. Everyone safely in "their" pew. The same songs over and over because someone made a comment about the songs once upon a time. I told someone last week, as I choked up with tears, that I have actually come to dread Church...what kind of person dreads the Bride of Christ? It has me tossed and torn.<br />
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Saturday was deliciously relaxed. My girls and I snuggled on the couch, ignoring the laundry pile, laughing hysterically at a game on Fidget's tablet called My Talking Tom. It was so silly. We would laugh, Talking Tom would copy our laughter and we would laugh more. It was totally ridiculous!<br />
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My hubby brought me home some newspaper clippings. I think he'd like some soup :)<br />
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I think I have a drinking problem. I had three different beverages sitting at my elbow: lemon ice water, OJ, and a Ginger Beer. I don't like soda pop, it always leaves a nasty chemical taste; I do love fizzy drinks and this natural Ginger Beer is soooo tasty.<br />
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The morning was ushered in with a homemade breakfast treat of biscuits and gravy made by the man of the house whilst the lady snoozed-cozy in her bed. After the house was roused and the bellies filled, the boys left for a hunting excursion. Us big girls caught up on our current favorite T.V. drama (Reign-who could resist seeing "Anne" actress Megan Fellows play an evil queen?) and Fidget played. <br />
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We all napped the afternoon away and too soon it was time to dress for Harvest Halloween fun!<br />
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This was an abnormal Halloween. Normally we help set up and attend our local Harvest Party hosted by our little church. This year as we have new leadership this event fell by the way side. All was not lost, new venues were sought out, we caught up with old friends, ate too much sugar and had an all around good time.<br />
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Also abnormal was the clear weather. After the torrential downpours earlier in the week it was nice to have a break from the dreary wetness.<br />
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Altogether it was another nice day.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-60030073803225894682014-10-31T12:29:00.000-07:002014-11-01T15:31:47.618-07:00Week in the Life 2014: Thursday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today was such a low key day; just the two youngest, the itchy dog and I. The little's played card games of all sorts and carved pumpkins and I made bread, tried to remember to drink my water and cleaned the kitchen. I loved listening to the little's conversations as they played and made lunch together. I loved listening to the rain pound the roof and spatter the windows. I did not love hearing the dog snort, grunt and chew her hot spots all day. I loved listening to my Spotify playlist. (These are the current favorite tunes at our house: The boy likes "Zombie" by Family Force Five, daddy likes "Ten years gone" by Led Zepplin, Fidget's favorite is "All about that Bass" 40's version, Fern likes "Rivers and Roads" by The Head and The Heart and I am singing along to "Wayfaring Stranger" by the Nashville Cast.)<br />
At the end of the day we all ate fresh warm bread with butter, drank tea and daddy shared funny videos with the kids. I loved hearing all the laughter.<br />
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Calm days are my favorite days to remember.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-26691771896738041902014-10-30T12:04:00.000-07:002014-11-01T12:07:27.866-07:00Week in the Life 2014: Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I started today with the intent to remember where our days take us. I tried to notice places: the places we occupy, the roads we travel on. Most of the places we traveled today were not our normal everyday places.<br />
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The story of today involved waking in the dark and traveling the scary road to Big Town. We had the dreary task of shopping, running several errands and an orthodontist appointment in the works for our day. It was a dark and stormy day but we managed to squeeze in a trip to Dutch Bros (always a highlight), St.Vinnie's (our favorite book store), the health food store, the pun'kin patch, Dollar Tree (to fill Christmas Shoe Boxes), The Walmarts and Taco Bell. We were caught photographing signs by Daddy and had the rare treat of a brief visit with him during his work day.<br />
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When we returned home I was determined to take pictures of different places around the house, things I don't normally photograph. Case in point the ball of my own hair left on the side of the sink as we rushed out this morning. I love our weird sink with its worried "face" in the background. I am very conscious about my hair loss of late. It really freaks me out how much hair I'm loosing in this phase of my life; it's worse than after childbirth hair loss. To add insult, the regrowth of hair is all WHITE!<br />
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Making homemade toothpaste is a new development for me. Trying hard to eliminate toxins by making some of my own products. The toothpaste is less than tasty and the kids beg me to buy the old stuff.<br />
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Wednesday night kids church...I love these kiddo's.<br />
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My BFF Joy made me one of her secret recipe cupcakes. She has that special touch with baked goodies and this beauty was splendid. This was a lovely way to end a long dark day.<br />
<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-54806404468649171202014-10-29T12:30:00.000-07:002014-11-01T15:32:21.873-07:00Week in the Life 2014: TuesdayAh, Tuesday.<br />
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THIS! was the first thing I saw this a.m. The dog hair!! arrrrgh! All night long the beloved pooch paced the hall outside my room, scratching and getting into the bathroom garbage...NASTY dude. I will spare you the photo evidence of that little episode.<br />
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Today my youngest daughter is sick with what we are calling the tuberculoid chest funk. When she coughs it sounds like a death rattle, it is disturbing. She (and her devoted sibling) spent the day here in front of the T.V. napping/coughing/snoozing/watching/whimpering.<br />
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The flop house. Where school books lay abandoned in favor of Ben Ten.<br />
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Tea with a special message for the sick one. And coffee for me.<br />
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The lunch dilemma. It happens every day. Has to be my least favorite meal of the day.<br />
Thus we had Oatmeal cookies and milk for a starter then we split up some leftover Chinese from our most beloved Chinese Restaurant.<br />
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Ironically, <a href="http://aliedwards.com/2014/10/week-in-the-life-2014-tuesday-words-photos">Ali</a> and I had the same idea today: we both took shots of our outside life. With a sick kid (and very supportive sibling) sacked out in front of the T.V. all day, I wandered out after lunch and between rain showers to see what I could see. Mostly I saw rot, bugs and rot, moldy rot, sludgy rot and slugs and rain; such is life in the Pacific Northwest.<br />
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My husband gifted me this tree on our 20th Anniversary this year past summer. I am so excited to have lemons on the lemon tree. I sing to this little lemon tree when I'm outside, I love it so much.Grow lemons, grow!<br />
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The darkness of these stormy days...I am already over it. I love fall but I am feeling so blah this year.<br />
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SO grateful for our wood-stove that keeps us cozy and warm. I am thankful for my hard working husband and kids who procure our winter's worth of wood.<br />
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Thankful for this dishwasher, a total score at the local Goodwill and for the mad mechanical skillz of my husband who made it work. I am thankful too for an end to such a long season of hand washing.<br />
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My youngest boy-child is 10 and lives by the boy code that showers kill your super powers. His clothes pile on the floor of the bathroom makes me smile.<br />
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Stove popped corn is our current favorite snack. We each doctor it up differently. Daddy and Fidget like it best German style (sugar and salt), the boy likes his with Taco Seasoning and Fern and I like it Alfredo style (garlic, butter, parm+ salt and pepper).<br />
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Fern doing her school after returning home from work. Such a good girl!<br />
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Hubby taking a minute to plan lessons and check up on Facebook land.<br />
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I made breakfast for dinner and was heralded as the Coolest/Bestest/Most divine mom on the planet. It was food magic, as my cooking has come to be called.<br />
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My man sacked out with a full belly and his favorite book.<br />
<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-39699228274371881972014-10-28T12:02:00.000-07:002014-10-30T12:13:18.165-07:00A week in the life of Katie and clanFor the last six years I have participated in Ali Edwards' "Week in the Life" photo documenting project. For six years I have taken one week out of the year to focus on the Story of Us. In six years I have learned some interesting things about myself and my family as I looked closely at our life through this little camera lens.<br />
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I love and hate this project. On one hand, focusing on the "daily" pieces of our life is challenging. So much of our daily bits are just plain ugly: the dirty dishes piled, the school clutter, the endless laundry and this year especially the copious amounts of shed dog hair. Looking back at this glimpse of our days I see how our lives haven't really changed <i>much. </i>We shop at the same places, we eat basically the same foods, there are still "hot spots" of clutter and sadly the furniture and clothes are still the same; these things make me feel so ordinary and unchanging.<br />
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The flip side to this story is my love of seeing how the kids have grown, how among all the unchanging bits of life they are changing into grown up people right before my eyes. This is also very bittersweet. This year my oldest is off at college and the next oldest works away from home 2-3 days per week. This dynamic change is both great and achingly difficult as we (myself and the two youngest) navigate a new norm.<br />
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Monday was one of those difficult days. I took 4 photos of our day. I took two photos of one day's worth of dog hair and my frustration at the dog mounted.<br />
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The children bickered non. stop. and were sent to rest and rethink in their rooms several times. One of the many arguments between the youngest two centered around these zucchini pun'kins and the lighting/handling/displaying thereof. Sometimes the silliness of the arguments causes me to wonder.<br />
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My hubby and I went to town for date night and I immediately regretted leaving the camera home as the sky was an amazing display of color and clouds. Hubby and I broke out and tried a new burrito place that serves ...TORTA'S! We reminisced about our Mexico trip (and the amazing Torta's eaten in Mexico) from earlier in the year and promised to bring the kids for a special Torta treat.<br />
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After Torta's, my hubby and I stooped in for a quick visit with our college boy. There were lots of hugs and talk of grades and job searches and college life in general. He loves his school, he thinks college is the best. thing. ever. We parents couldn't be more pleased at his love of college, but we miss him terribly.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-15717813380848031362014-08-01T16:52:00.001-07:002014-08-01T16:52:52.943-07:00This place<i>I love this space, it brings me joy and peace. Being present here keeps me grounded and sane. When I am too busy to visit here, I ache to come plant words on these pages. </i><br />
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I've been thinking about this space as of late; pondering what this space once was and what it has now become. I am questioning where the future will take this space.<br />
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I wonder if somehow this space could be <i>useful. </i><br />
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I keep thinking this blog could be more, could be something different, could possibly...<br />
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SO much spinning around in my brain....My head is swimming with all sorts of negative self-talk. I'm trying to sort. Parse. And think well before I blurt. Being real can be painful. <b>Sharing real feelings is tough business.</b> <b>Digging around in your own garbage is a for real Dirty Job. I'm trying hard to stay brave. </b><br />
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The intent of my previous post was to document learning; to trot out some of those things that make me twitch (and baby, the gaming makes me twitchy) and make me who I am. My sole intent was to express my own thoughts and my own opinions. My writing was not done to cause pain or start a fight. I think I was unable to convey that message clearly. If I said something that stung you a bit or otherwise made you uncomfortable I would challenge you to do as I did-open up that can o'worms to see what's inside. Dig around and see what's behind those feelings. And if you don't give a hoot about any of this...just stop reading now.<br />
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I was frankly amazed at the different things people took away from my post. Most notably was my husband's reaction. He said, " I can't believe you know that in those games you have to defeat your allies! That's so cool that you know that!" I was worried he might be upset as the gaming issue is a hot one at our house. He totally digs it and I totally hate it; this is why I wanted dig deeper. I think the major heart issue for me is this: I had/have this idea of what "should" be happening within my household and beyond as well. I mean seriously, can't we all just get up off our backsides and <i>DO</i> something? Interact with people, go somewhere-see something new, explore, check something off that never ending to-do list. ...<br />
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Let me say, I love-love-love my gaming/techy people. On very rare occasion I have enjoyed watching others get totally carried away gaming or geeking out on something techy. It does my heart good to see a nearly blind friend fly jets-something he is very passionate about-something that will never happen in real life. It's quite entertaining watching my youngest get totally into being a Guitar Hero. He really ROCKS. (I would be over the moon with joy if he learned to play guitar for real.) I once enjoyed rocking out on Band Hero myself, when everyone present was included. I am uncomfortable when left out-it's not fun to sit on the sidelines while everyone else is having fun. I think this is why I hate watching others play video games (and watching sports for that matter). I like/want/need to participate in life with others. I know there are some people who can't physically do this but there's a difference between those that can't and those who choose not to.<br />
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I truly understand the need to "check out" from life now and again. With Fibro, I am at times, crippled by pain; "checking out" is therapy for me. However, I do not believe it is a healthy practice to spend entire days with your face glued to a screen (and yes, I've done this). <b>I think balance is key.</b> I believe that gaming/technology (in all fairness,this argument can be made using most modes of "checking out"; books, food, Sudoku...whatever) of itself is truly not the problem; people are the problem. I believe it's a persons lack of self control, motivation, poor choices-and in some cases what they have been taught-that make gaming/technology etc. a bad thing. What I see as problematic (in my own life as well as those around me) is that humans fall so easily into habitual behaviour and what starts as a simple "check out" quickly becomes disengagement from real life and all too often, addiction. Escape is comfortable, reality is hard. Technology is a seductive beast and we, easy prey. It feels good to check out, so you reward yourself. Before you can say boo, the devise rules you; technology (fill in the blank) becomes your friend, your people...You can't leave the devise at home; you feel lost without it... You load up TF2 as soon as you walk through the door... You have to check Facebook in the middle of dinner... You have to add just one more word to your super triple word score thing-a-ma-who-ha...You have to pin just. one. more. Pin... You take the devise to bed with you at night...you are consumed by habitually checking out. Before you know it polite rules of decorum fall away and you are gaming/checking/texting wherever you go; at work/school, in the grocery store, in the bathroom, heck-everywhere because technology-your new BFF- is so conveniently portable. <br />
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I think that for some folks, making connections with people is becoming too hard. Whether because of money, separation or a lack of willingness, it becomes too difficult and at times impossible to reach out. Technology makes it easy to be lazy. It's so easy to shoot off a text or email/Facebook message. (Case in point: Text language=pure laziness.) But technology also makes possible, connections that would otherwise never have happened. Technology is not all bad, all the time. It is my reaction to technology that is.<br />
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I feel rejected and unloved and really, aren't I more important than updates on Downton Abbey Season 4? I mean aren't we "hanging out" <i>together</i>? There must be something wrong with me because you don't want to spend time with <i>me: a real live person</i>... then I think <i>you</i> should be ashamed of your behavior but now I feel guilty about that .....and badness ensues. I suffer anger when I need help from someone and they can't be bothered because they are busy taking over the world/killing something/gaining a level and...they didn't hear me ask for help in the first place. I get indignant because, did you seriously just take that phone call whilst on the <i>toilet?</i> And can't' we please hush the Spotify playlist for just. one. minute?<br />
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Again, IF something I have said here has pricked your heart or caused your blood to boil please, take a look at the heart issue; what has made you feel/respond this way. If you find yourself justifying your behavior, ask yourself "Why"? Be brave. Let your conscience guide you; take a hard look at the WHY behind those feelings. You might end up learning something about yourself.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-49030455745662328332013-09-30T10:23:00.000-07:002013-09-30T13:50:19.867-07:00Be Real: Openin a can o' wormsWhile looking at the feeds on my Facebook page this AM I couldn't help but roll my eyes and huff time and again over updates containing gaming <i>schtuff.</i> A dear friend posted a picture of his MineCraft something or other with a bunch of jargon that I didn't understand. I groaned. Some one else won a super fabulous level on Candy Crush. Whoopeee. I groaned again. Something else about Pirates and Jewels and Majhong...and ...and...and.<br />
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I have a serious aversion (read: passionate hatred) for computer games, video games, hand held games etc. I have been trying for some time to pinpoint the reason for such a passionate feeling, to no avail. It just makes me boil. I think gaming is retarded and stupid and a serious waste of precious time and life for that matter. Gaming makes me want to squirt fire out of my nostrils, shoot green slime out my eye sockets and throw things. I am especially averse to what I call "over the shoulder togetherness" or the- We're <i>totally</i> hanging out <i>together</i> because you are watching me play video games-trick. Like, totally. gag-me-with-a-spoon.<br />
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My girlfriends are now running for their cell phones. "Katie don't do it!" they screech "Don't go<i> there</i>!"<i>. </i>You see, my dear-dear friends are Gamers, my kids are Gamers and yes, my husband loves him some video games. Yes, I am totally opening this can of worms girls. I have gone completely and totally mad. And it's Monday. Which has nothing to do with anything.<br />
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When it comes to gaming I loose all grace and mercy for other human beings. Things get ugly up in here... I become like the Titans in Age of Mythology. And not unlike this blasted game-I end up defeating my allies.<br />
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Lately I've been reading a lot of books. Books that fall squarely into that dreaded "Self Help" category. Yes, I am that girl, I enjoy reading boring "Self Help" books and I read them in the real paper form of, ya know-<i>real</i> books. No Kindle, Nook or devisey type thing for this girl. (I'm old fashioned like that.) I am trying to see into the things that make me, well... me. I want to know the real messed up me and why I react to things the way I do. I call this my Craptastic Attitude check.<br />
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So... I am learning things about myself:<br />
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<u>Face time is hugely important to me</u>. Real people are important to me. Don't waste my time with your fake land of Whatever Ya Call It and your Online Profile of Fake Wonderment or blather on at me about how you conquered the World of Oz (that you built yourself), I don't care about that fake load of bologna-I care about you-you in real life.<br />
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<u>Life is too short for fake.</u> Life is too short, period! I want to be real with those I love; I don't want to stare at a screen with you. I want to see your eyes and participate in real life with real people, not the Goddess of Pet Rescue. I believe that screen games are nothing more than pure, selfish disengagement; disengagement from real life, real people and the <i>real you</i>. I feel this disengagement is seriously affecting the perceptions of reality in kids today -along with pornography, media, Facebook and the interwebs in general.... but I'll attack that another day.<br />
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<u>Time is a very precious gift.</u> I am an ugly jealous beast when it comes to time. Time is fleeting. Don't waste this gift, as you will <i>never </i>get it back. Gaming is a waste of time-time you don't have to waste- in my book. Period. End of story.<br />
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Here's where things get nice and messy. And REAL. A little 'Pot callin' the Kettle' bit....<br />
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I am a hypocritical ass. Yes. I am. I may not play games but I do all the things that I hate most about gaming/gamers. You see, all those shooting fire, stuff throwing feelings I have toward gaming are all tied to feelings I have about my. own. self. I conveniently forgot about the statement that says- those things you hate most about others are really things you hate about your own dumb self. Like, duh.<br />
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I may be slow but I'm getting it.<br />
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I am fake. I fear the real me being seen. I am ashamed of the real me so I hide behind a fake personage. (The real me is weak and full of painful stories that no one wants to hear.)<br />
I participate in disengagement on a regular basis. (Hello!!Facebook, Pinterest, Blogs, Magazines and as much as it pains me to say this...my garden)<br />
I choose to waste precious time. Everyday. (Re: I am a horrifically unorganized mess and I choose not to keep a schedule.)<br />
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In searching for those things about gaming that made me fret, I was looking in the wrong places. I wasn't looking at my own heart. I was trying to place blame. I was shaming others ("You're a looser for wasting your life on video games") out of my own shame. That's a big part of the "shame game". We all do it; it's not about me and my brokenness- it has to be you: Nothing to see here folks-I am fine; I have built a perfect world wherein I am a perfect grounds keeper. All is fine.<br />
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And.... it's all a big-fat-stanky-dirty- LIE!<br />
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In real life, I am a very <b>imperfect </b>old fashioned girl with some very old fashioned ideas about things. I wish for simpler times and less technology.( If we could all go back to the days before technology stole away a piece of us, I would be the happiest girl in the world.) I struggle <i>every.single.day.</i> to keep my head above murky dark waters. I am messy and broken. I have waay bad grammar. I blather on about video gaming and other dumb stuff that no one gives roaring toot about. Most everyday I wish for a perfect score in My Game of Life: Perfect adorably cute outfit; perfect children; perfect house, garden , car, dinner; perfect husband; perfectly organized; perfect friend.... Let's be real here, THERE'S NO SUCH THING. Re: big-fat-stanky-dirty- LIE.<br />
<b style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><i>We are so much more than the sum of all our conquered-fake-worlds and perfect-fake-personage. </i></b><br />
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Wishing for things to change and hoping for/seeking perfection isn't the answer here- knowing and learning is. Knowing that we <i>can</i> be real with each other is huge. Learning that we don't have to "check-out" and hide from real life is important. Knowing that we are all a mess and that we all need grace, mercy and love is critical.<br />
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So, I'm learning that I'm a real mess. And I'm OK with that. I'm learning that it's OK for me to<b> be</b> real with those I love. There is no shame in being messy ole me. It's who God made me to be. I know that I am not alone in my broken messiness. I am also learning that from time to time you have to open that can o'worms just to see what's inside.<br />
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And how profound that while I was typing up this mess I was also clicking around the interwebs and found this positively providential bit:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'times new roman';">God is jealous for us to turn away from the distractions of this world and turn toward him. He’s jealous for us to let go of the false identities we hold onto so tightly, and to align ourselves with Him. He’s jealous for us to relinquish the things we allow to define our worth, and grab tightly to our value in Him.-</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman';"><a href="http://theveryworstmissionary.com/" target="_blank">Jamie the Very Worst Missionary</a></span><br />
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-14240174038494072362013-09-25T10:20:00.000-07:002013-09-25T22:20:52.752-07:00Real Life Heath CareI am not big on politics. I leave politics to the Mister. He has passionate views where politics are concerned. He <i>likes</i> to argue long over issues large and small. I prefer not to argue; this is just me. This is how it is in our house and for this reason politics aren't a hot topic at the dinner table. Quite frankly, in scope of my days, politics don't rank high on the list of things that take up precious brain space. Occasionally however, certain topics pop up that warrant a bit of brain space.<br />
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In this house, while HeadStrong searched cookbooks for muffin recipes the "I's" echoed through our farm kitchen. This morning at Calamity Farm we listened to the voices of our countrymen echo loud through The House. Today, U.S.Senate is in session to debate a very hot topic in America. On the floor today is the matter of Defunding Affordable Care Act or ObamaCare. Senate is voting to advance a Temporary Spending Bill Defunding Heath Law. Senator Ted Cruz of Texas spoke for 21 hours straight on his view of this Act. Senator Cruz has passionate views that he's very willing to share.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;">The Senate unanimously passed a cloture vote to limit the debate on the motion to proceed to debate on the Continuing Resolution. Senators now have 30 hours of debate on the measure to fund the federal government at current sequester levels of $986.3 billion through December 15 and to defund the Affordable Care Act (ACA)</span><br />
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Today Katie has a few things she's willing to share, albeit not for 21 straight hours.<br />
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What I wish to know is this: Why, rather than address the issue of WHY people can't afford heath care, are we making a mandatory Heath Law? Why does it cost so much moolah to fund the government; why can't these guys make budget like normal people do? Is it really necessary to have a bill that totes a whopping 33, 000 pages of regulations alone? And don't get me started on the fact that they had to vote to limit debate on the motion to proceed to debate...really? Wow. I'm not super smart but the " Keep it Simple Stupid" principle has a measure of truth that perhaps our politicians might embrace.<br />
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It all makes me about sick to my stomach.<br />
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A funny aside to today's big debate on health: My oldest, the one looking for muffin recipes, overwhelmed with a wave of nausea- threw up all. over. the. bathroom. My thoughts on health care might be a little skewed today as my mind turns over the possibility of each of the 6 members of my household vomiting and who would be cleaning up the messes. And with that comes what to feed a crowd when dinner might be making a reappearance later.<br />
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Currently, our Senators are debating on whether or not to formally begin the debate.<br />
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I think I'm gonna be sick....<br />
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<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-6820389132338596072013-09-23T13:34:00.001-07:002013-09-23T13:34:39.294-07:00Be::Yourself<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Working with my word for the year (Be.) today. I thought I'd just <i>be</i> myself and share some quirky things about me because well....I'm quirky.</span></span><br />
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<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-18863345402943471302013-09-19T15:28:00.000-07:002013-09-19T15:28:14.797-07:00Choosing Real Life Stories<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #858585; font-family: CallunaRegular; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1.714285714rem; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
"Sometimes I miss the stories. Like on days like today.</div>
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Every once in a while I do the ”bloggy” things I used to do all the time; follow the clicks down the rabbit hole, read story after story, pour over images, watch videos, and get inspired. And it reminds me of how much I love stories. Yours, mine, ours. All of them. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to carve out as much time as I used to for them anymore."</div>
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These words of author/photographer <a href="http://traceyclark.com/" target="_blank">Tracey Clark</a> echoed loud through my head as I sat staring at what I had just read. </div>
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I really miss the stories. It seems that lately "story" has been a big part of our lives here. The word <i>story</i> is constantly bouncing in and out of conversation. </div>
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I have a desire to share My Story-Our Story; the Story of Us and all of our beautiful messy chaos. In my heart of hearts I want to share this story of the <i>real</i> Calamity Clan. I want to share those things that drag us down and trip us up. I want to share all of the funny things, sadness, joy and all around daily mayhem but then my brain takes over and all that negative self talk starts: you can't do that, you have no time for such nonsense, no one cares about your blathering, your grammar stinks...</div>
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My dear friend <a href="http://farmsuitenest.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Miri</a> recently wrote a story that sent me on a rabbit trail straight down memory lane. I was amazed and slightly embarrassed that my friend had documented more stories about my own children than I did. I thought about all of the stories that were now lost due to my negligence. Shame and guilt stormed their way to the forefront of my emotions; how could I have let those stories slip away?</div>
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Every day I share stories with my children of those that have gone before; stories loved by all, stories that someone took the time write down. We are part of The Story. If I don't write our stories, there will be no stories for the next generation. </div>
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While I seek to strike a balance between being present-living in the moment-and capturing/recording those moments for another time, I know I will battle with guilt and disappointment. I will wrestle with fear, regret and being overwhelmed. There will be days chock-a-block with frantic busyness and no stories will be told-I have to be OK with that. </div>
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I am SO not perfect. I laugh too loud and talk too much. I don't live in a <a href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> perfect home. My kids are sassy. There a huge drifts of dog hair in the corners of every room of our house. There's shouting and laughter and the dishes slide. We are a broken mess but I choose to capture these moments and bits of life. This is the story of me and mine. It is Ugly Beautiful and it is good because it's ours. </div>
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Let the journey begin.</div>
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-4525710872166840942013-09-18T09:45:00.000-07:002013-09-18T09:45:37.439-07:00Capturing Time, Capturing LifeTime heals all wounds. Time in a bottle. Once upon a time. Time will tell. There's a time to reap, a time to sow. Summertime. Dinnertime. Time to walk the dog. Time to smell the roses. Time to work, to sleep. There is a time for everything under the sun.<br />
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Once upon a time, I felt that time/life was slipping too quickly from my grasp. Time was fleeting. I felt that there was nothing I could do to still the ebb of time. Time was speeding by, lightening fast. I felt I was running out of time. Never enough time. Life is too short.<br />
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I am not sure when I made the conscious, concerted effort, to change my way of thinking about time and its effect on my life, but I did. I decided to take back time, capture life. I stole the batteries from the clock. I let all the batteries in my large collection of wrist watches slowly die without rushing to rescue them. When the power went out, I didn't run to reset the clock on the microwave. I would do everything I could to slow down this speeding car called Time; I would capture time.<br />
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This past summer has been my summer of slowing down and taking time... to take my time. I made changes that I hope will effortlessly flow into our busy school year schedule.<br />
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Slowing down is important. Taking my time is important. This is my new mantra.<br />
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This little blogging space is such a source of sadness and joy for me. In its absence from my daily routine, I have been able to see how much time it stole from me. Time that was needed elsewhere. Time that was meant for someone else.<br />
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As Fall begins to creep in and Summer readies to take her nap, I am more mindful of the passing of time. More mindful of how very precious time is and how important it is to take time to enjoy the journey.<br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;">ANNA QUINDLEN :</span> <span style="color: #737373;">Life is made of moments, small pieces of silver amidst long stretches of tedium. It would be wonderful if they came to us unsummoned, but particularly in lives as busy as the ones most of us lead now, that won't happen. We have to teach ourselves how to live, really live...to love the journey, not the destination. </span><br />
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Life is too short to sit idly by and watch it leave you in the dust. Get in the car and drive! Take hold of the wheel, give Father Time a run for his money. Love the journey.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-2637496461330853892013-09-13T10:49:00.000-07:002013-09-19T15:44:16.049-07:00LifeThis life with its brokenness and joy, beauty and pain, struggle and strife...<br />
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This life with all of the vehicles breaking down around our ears. The lawn mowers and weed-eaters, washing machine, vacuum, dishwasher, computers and refrigerators all waiting for the repair man. <br />
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This house with its peeling paint (inside and out) and the huge brick chimney that barley hangs on. Some days I can almost hear the groaning as it slowly tips back away from the house, pulling up the floor boards as it goes. This house literally bursting at the seams.<br />
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These four children of mine; one man-child preparing to fly, one young lady training for womanhood, one girl blossoming to adolescence, one boy, the baby, finding his own voice. <br />
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These kitchen floor tiles eating away at my supply of dishes; oh the heaps of broken dishes. This weeks tally: 1 coffee mug, 6 plastic cups, 7 drinking glasses, 1 cereal bowl, 1 saucer.<br />
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These silly children that grow too fast to suit me and ask too many questions (in their best British/Australian/Scottish/French accents, of course) that I cannot answer.<br />
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These silly, crazy days so full of fret and worry; days filled to overflowing. Days wherein, I forget to love, be patient, hold my tongue, have mercy or be graceful; awful days where I don't lean on my Father who loves me.<br />
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This one room school house with its toppling towers of books and strong willed children. This mama worn and weary trying hard to do the right thing, anxious and excited over all the possibilities.<br />
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This faith full family doing Kingdom work.<br />
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These chickens that don't lay eggs and two silly pigs with a food budget bigger than our family of six. A farm dog with a thyroid problem and far too many fluffy kittens to suit the Mister. One lonely rabbit whose sole purpose is to produce fertilizer for the garden.<br />
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This husband and wife struggling with the daily grind and frustration.<br />
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This little hill of clay that I coax to grow more than just blackberry and poison oak. This sad little oasis, where once I dreamed of glorious gardens I would grow and tend. I see those wild blackberry vines creeping and those shiny leaflets of three and wonder if that dream will ever come to fruition.<br />
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This house turned upside down in effort to purge and make space. Space for the school books and space for kids who just need their own corner of this house. A bit of space for the Mr. and space for this girl to make beautiful things again. Such a deep need to be creative again.<br />
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These are the things of life right here and now.<br />
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Nourishing.<br />
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Harvesting.<br />
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Today we continued with the whole house makeover madness.<br />
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I paid bills. The washer continues to have a brain malfunction which is a continuing madness of its own. I have been making our laundry soap. I like it so far.<br />
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I took a pic of myself reading in my current bedroom-soon to be Fern's new bedroom.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-22381486138080684682013-09-10T16:49:00.000-07:002014-11-04T17:35:58.281-08:00Week in the Life 2013: Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This pretty much sums up Head-Long these days. He's just funny. I find him doing the weirdest things. Here he is trying with all his might to touch his tongue to his nose.<br />
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Mess on the dining room table is not altogether unusual.We school, eat, compute, pay bills and play games at this table. When we get busy, we get lazy and our table gets piled. This mess, however, is a special one. We are smack dab in the middle of a big house shift. Every one except for the youngest is moving bedrooms. It's the great bedroom swap of 2013! What a mess it has been too. It will be wonderful when it is all over.<br />
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This... This is the contents of the girls room. It is overwhelming. I am hoping to "encourage" them to purge. I have had to up my coffee intake just to get by. Coffee it does a body good.<br />
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THE FLIES! They must die. Every last one!<br />
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This is what once was my crafting "area". Mostly it was a dumping ground. Now it will have a new life a a bedroom for Fidget.<br />
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Slow down and see the finches carefully stealing snacks from the garden beds.<br />
Slow down, smell the hot summer air, heavy with blackberry and cedar.<br />
Slow down Katie, see the children grow and rejoice.<br />
Slow down life.<br />
Slow down and taste those last glorious bites of summer.<br />
Slow down, fret not.<br />
Slow down, sit back and crank up the volume on the summer playlist.<br />
Slow down .<br />
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While trying hard to choose the best, newest machine we could (not) afford we scoured the net for reviews. We choose what we thought would be the best for our family. Alas, our <i><b>supposed </b></i>super-high-powered-most-awesome-ever washer was a lemon to start with. We were stuck. This washer should be dubbed the Million Dollar Baby for all of the $$ we have dumped into the blasted machine. This one tool to make my mama life easier has caused such stress and financial drain as to make managing a NFL football team look easy-peasy.<br />
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Right now I just want to take a hammer to the dern thing. Then trot off to my cozy bed not thinking about my sheets that need washing, or the towels festering in the bathroom basket.<br />
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I should mention that my washer is one of those super fancy front loading types. The type that spin at the speed of light or something totally ridiculous and sound like a Cessna engine while doing it. It spins so fast in fact that it shakes its own brains loose. To help alleviate said shaking my super smart hubby made a sling out of a bicycle inner-tube, in which the brain can sit gently swinging whist the machine prepares for launch. This sling works wonders but due to its bulky nature prevents the top of the washer from remaining in place during launch sequence. Mmmhmm. The bottom hatch of the washer is also aloof as it makes for an easier clean out when you loose socks down the open porthole atop the machine.<br />
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I try hard to be thankful for this crazy mixed up washer but honestly I think that moving to Africa would be an easier task. In Africa I would not have as much laundry. In Africa, my janky, redneckified washer would be cool.<br />
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Currently I am receiving the F-11 code which states that the door lock is malfunctioning, IE; your clothes are likely to fly forth from the machine during launch phase, be prepared.<br />
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Earlier I was faced with the F-02 failure code which implies that the pump is no longer working and a new pump must be installed by a trained professional immediately. Seriously? Immediately?<br />
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It's beeping again...wonder which code it will have this time.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-54018904091601828172013-04-12T10:33:00.000-07:002013-09-19T15:39:17.970-07:00Truth<br />
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For the last several years I have named the year; using a word to help me focus on what I (sometimes God jumps in here) want to see accomplished throughout the year and within myself. This year however, my word presented itself to me in a most interesting way. Hello, God! As I made the little list of words that <i>I </i>wanted to see incorporated in my life one particular word continued to jump out at me. Over and over. This one little word that was not on my chosen words list. The word for me this year is:<br />
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Simply the word "Be".<br />
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I am excited to share some of the interesting ways God is using this <i>one little word</i> to open my eyes.<br />
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Have you named the year? Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398708776676930136.post-40540099720024092062012-10-30T08:28:00.001-07:002013-09-19T15:44:16.090-07:00Farm Tour Day 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The current state of the weather keeps me from taking many pictures, as camera's and tsunami's don't mix well. I am only exaggerating a tad. Every time the water stops pouring from the sky I scoot out the door snapping pictures like a mad woman. If only you could see me, slogging about in my muck boots, apron strings trailing- skirts a'flyin... A pretty picture indeed! Thankfully I can remove that image from your mind with these shots from around the farm and homestead. Enjoy~<br />
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I always plant flowers with my veg. This year I sprinkled Cosmos seeds in the Hot Pepper patch. Those pink blossoms really stand out amidst all the shades of green.</div>
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My darling menfolk made me a new squash patch this year and while it didn't produce scads of Winter Squashes as I had hoped, I was pleased that this special plant produced 3 healthy fruit. This is Red Kuri or Potimarron or Onion Squash. I hear it has wonderful sweet flesh that tastes a bit like chestnuts. I can't wait to try it.</div>
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This is how I spent a healthy portion of the weekend. It was heavenly. The pounding/pouring/sloshing rain only distracted me slightly. </div>
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<i>Note</i>: Pay no attention to the frown lines on my forehead this is a good book! It's about Depression Era farm women.</div>
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