Time 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.
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.
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.
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.
Slowing down is important. Taking my time is important. This is my new mantra.
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.
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.
ANNA QUINDLEN : 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.
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.
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Here
I am dusting off the old keyboard. Scooping out the closets of the mind and putting pen to paper (Or finger tips to keypad...?) I am finding my way around Blogger again. I am reintroducing myself to this place. I am shedding the guilt of having not written here for too long. I am determined to document Life here.
I have for years, longed to make this little space wholly mine. To write what needs saying or remembering: Write what seems pertinent at the moment. To sometimes just rant or blather on about nothing. To push aside that inner naysayer/grammar critic and just write. When I am not here putting down those memories that flit away all to quick, I am dreaming about being here....writing something. I have a constant commentary running with words compiled just for this space. Pictures dance in my head of what this place could be, the scrapbook of Life lived it might become.
But alas, Life, she is a Heavyweight player. She takes my hand and leads me down roads I'd rather not take. She is continually distracting me with the things that "need" doing, pushing me here or there. She calls me back to reality when I would rather stay in my garden with the plants that don't back talk. Life pulls me from deepest sleeps to wipe fevered brows and soothe away nightmares. She is the friend in desperate need of an ear when the children are wild and screechy. She is the overdue bills and tragic death. She is the dinner burned and acrid, a dead refrigerator full of rotted food, your favourite blouse stained. She is the skinned knees and broken hearts. Life is the never ending laundry and dirty dishes; the weeds that never stop growing and the blackberries that threaten to take over everything.
Life is here also, in the seeking of beauty in the "everyday". She is here in the mess and detritus of this homeschool life, where we push the laundry off the couch and snuggle up to read "Little House" again. Life is here, in the body shaking belly laughs of my small ones. She is here, in that one great lucky shot, where the picture taken exceeds all expectation. She is glass half-full, not half-empty or broken and spilled. She is here, in the hot jealous tears and the teaching moment. Life is here, in lovingly hand-made notes tucked into the letterbox. She is tucked into beds with fresh pressed sheets.
She is here, in all the good
the crackling fire
blue pools for swimming
good books and The Good Book
loved ones to hug tight
homegrown tomatoes
dancing in the rain
A++ papers
hot coffee
matching socks
grace, peace, mercy and forgiveness
slobbery kisses
good hair days
pants that fit
sunshine
and bad and ugliness of every day.
Here in this place, Life is calling out to be lived fully; remembered wholly and documented carefully. Here, with my words-with my photos-with my rants, blathering and grammatical faux pas , Life is the collective memory I hope to fearlessly record in this place.
Hello? Is it me you're looking for?
I know. My posting is totally sporadic and random. I am spazzy. But friends, my plate is full. The worst part is, I have so many posts in draft that most of them are no longer relevant so I can't even rely on scheduling a post. I have no plan for my blog space. I have no plan for life in general but that is a blog for another day.
Anywhat.
So much going on! The calamities are still abundant but something is missing. I think its pictures. There haven't been near enough picture posts here in Calamity-ville.
I have been working on honing my photo skillz for my little brothers upcoming wedding. I am currently shooting with four different cameras. (Talk about spazzy!) I am nervous about taking the pictures for this big event. I am excited for this new opportunity. I am filling C.F. and S.D. cards (as well as my hard drive) with more images than I have ever shot before. I am working with a snazzy film camera as well. It feels like ages since I loaded a roll of film into the back of a camera. I am even loving the anticipation of waiting for the pictures to be developed.
Needless to say I am inundated with photos. Some of them are worthy of sharing and some of them are...well, junk is a nice word for it. I am working on some editing in order to get some pic's posted but like I said earlier, the plate is full. It may take me a while but I will persevere.
I will post. I will post...PICTURES. Minimal calamities. No cheesy song lyrics. And ... skads and skads of pictures.
For now, I will leave you with one random photo.
(On Monday night we had nice rain storm. I went out in the morning and shot all things blooming.)
Anywhat.
So much going on! The calamities are still abundant but something is missing. I think its pictures. There haven't been near enough picture posts here in Calamity-ville.
I have been working on honing my photo skillz for my little brothers upcoming wedding. I am currently shooting with four different cameras. (Talk about spazzy!) I am nervous about taking the pictures for this big event. I am excited for this new opportunity. I am filling C.F. and S.D. cards (as well as my hard drive) with more images than I have ever shot before. I am working with a snazzy film camera as well. It feels like ages since I loaded a roll of film into the back of a camera. I am even loving the anticipation of waiting for the pictures to be developed.
Needless to say I am inundated with photos. Some of them are worthy of sharing and some of them are...well, junk is a nice word for it. I am working on some editing in order to get some pic's posted but like I said earlier, the plate is full. It may take me a while but I will persevere.
I will post. I will post...PICTURES. Minimal calamities. No cheesy song lyrics. And ... skads and skads of pictures.
For now, I will leave you with one random photo.
Drops of water on my peony.
(On Monday night we had nice rain storm. I went out in the morning and shot all things blooming.)
Katie needs her groove back:: Part 2
As I searched through my archives this morning, I was hopeful of finding something to post; something that didn't require conscious thought or photo editing.
I had no such luck.
Bleh!
Most of the posts I have in draft are so dated they would require much more tweaking and consequently, editing, than I have the will power to attack. Yet, I still wanted to post...something.
I stared at the blank post editor. Then I clicked over to Facebook. FYI: Facebook is a deep swirling vortex. It will suck your will to live. At the very least, it will tap into your inner voyeur and will prevent you from doing anything other than checking the pages and comments and pictures of every. single. friend. And....it goes on and on. Facebook is a vortex I tell you! (Facebook is evil.) The thing I love most about FB is that I can chat with all of my best farm chickie friends (whose job it is to tell me to blog ALREADY!), my cousin in France (who loves reading about all of my calamities), my dear friend in Idaho (who adores my blog) and my Mom (who checks up on me via my blog) all at the same time. Which is what I was doing instead of blogging. So, I clicked back here and stared some more. And so it went. Till I grew weary of the clicking. And the manic chatting. And my poor lonely blog cried out....
BLOG ALREADY!
So....I started and stopped. And stopped and started. Then decided to just jot down the truth. The truth being, I have lost my blogging grooviness.
I want to have time and drive for blogging. Frankly, I want to have time and drive for just about everything but I also have a desire to make my blog more....well, just more. I want my blog to be what it once was. I want my blog to be my online storybook. I want to see something funny and think "That is totally blog-worthy. I should blog it". I want to take pictures of the beauty around me and post them for all the world to see. I want to find my groove again.
Blogging groove, where are you?
I had no such luck.
Bleh!
Most of the posts I have in draft are so dated they would require much more tweaking and consequently, editing, than I have the will power to attack. Yet, I still wanted to post...something.
I stared at the blank post editor. Then I clicked over to Facebook. FYI: Facebook is a deep swirling vortex. It will suck your will to live. At the very least, it will tap into your inner voyeur and will prevent you from doing anything other than checking the pages and comments and pictures of every. single. friend. And....it goes on and on. Facebook is a vortex I tell you! (Facebook is evil.) The thing I love most about FB is that I can chat with all of my best farm chickie friends (whose job it is to tell me to blog ALREADY!), my cousin in France (who loves reading about all of my calamities), my dear friend in Idaho (who adores my blog) and my Mom (who checks up on me via my blog) all at the same time. Which is what I was doing instead of blogging. So, I clicked back here and stared some more. And so it went. Till I grew weary of the clicking. And the manic chatting. And my poor lonely blog cried out....
BLOG ALREADY!
So....I started and stopped. And stopped and started. Then decided to just jot down the truth. The truth being, I have lost my blogging grooviness.
I want to have time and drive for blogging. Frankly, I want to have time and drive for just about everything but I also have a desire to make my blog more....well, just more. I want my blog to be what it once was. I want my blog to be my online storybook. I want to see something funny and think "That is totally blog-worthy. I should blog it". I want to take pictures of the beauty around me and post them for all the world to see. I want to find my groove again.
Blogging groove, where are you?
Sit and spin
Still trying to iron out the wrinkles in the very outdated and dusty computer/interweb business. Whodathunk that every program we own would have to be updated, upgraded and dug out from under piles of junk. Not me I guess. I assumed (ahem, we all know what that means) that my darling spouse would simply plug the computer in to the modem and interweb as we knew it would be up and running, lickety-split. As will all things technical, well all things in general, nothing is ever easy here in Calamity-ville.
Whodathunkit?
Obviously not I. I am like a spoiled child. I want my candy. NOW. I want to sit at my desk and open my picture files, effortlessly of course, and upload photo after lovely photo to my wonderful little blog. But no! I sit down and immediately my computer sticks out her tongue and says "neener-neener you can't play here". Then Ms. Compy proceeds to blow a big fat raspberry right in my face. How could she? I mean seriously! She simply doesn't understand that I have dreamed of the day I would have the interweb again. What does she expect me to do while she does her house keeping? I have blog posts galore waiting to be published. I have recipes, stories and photos to share. All this will have to wait till all the cobwebs are swept away and Ms. Compy has her house in order again.
Meanwhile, I am trying not sit and spin my wheels: aka trying not to stomp my feet and throw a fit like the big fat baby I am. So, I am planning the garden for this year. I am trying very hard not to be tempted by the adorable baby chicks at the feed store. {I barely made it out sans chicks yesterday.} I am catching up on the laundry pile up. I am spending far too much time dreaming of moving to the "real" country; thanks in no small part to The Pioneer Woman. After the big wind/rain storm we had on Sunday, I am reevaluating my emergency supply stash and finding it seriously lacking. Wishing I could be stitching up a batch of these little beauties.
Well, 'the days a wasting' as Grandma would have said. Have a productive week.
Whodathunkit?
Obviously not I. I am like a spoiled child. I want my candy. NOW. I want to sit at my desk and open my picture files, effortlessly of course, and upload photo after lovely photo to my wonderful little blog. But no! I sit down and immediately my computer sticks out her tongue and says "neener-neener you can't play here". Then Ms. Compy proceeds to blow a big fat raspberry right in my face. How could she? I mean seriously! She simply doesn't understand that I have dreamed of the day I would have the interweb again. What does she expect me to do while she does her house keeping? I have blog posts galore waiting to be published. I have recipes, stories and photos to share. All this will have to wait till all the cobwebs are swept away and Ms. Compy has her house in order again.
Meanwhile, I am trying not sit and spin my wheels: aka trying not to stomp my feet and throw a fit like the big fat baby I am. So, I am planning the garden for this year. I am trying very hard not to be tempted by the adorable baby chicks at the feed store. {I barely made it out sans chicks yesterday.} I am catching up on the laundry pile up. I am spending far too much time dreaming of moving to the "real" country; thanks in no small part to The Pioneer Woman. After the big wind/rain storm we had on Sunday, I am reevaluating my emergency supply stash and finding it seriously lacking. Wishing I could be stitching up a batch of these little beauties.
Well, 'the days a wasting' as Grandma would have said. Have a productive week.
Sharing
It seems that since I last had the interweb many of my favourite bloggers have decided to call it quits. Call me silly but this breaks my blog loving heart. All the time I was blog-less, I longed for the day when I would be able to indulge all of my voyeuristic pleasures. I dreamt of blogs. Lots and lots of blogs.
My reader is sadly on the empty side. Too many of my old faves are taking it easy, living the good life.... without me. They are off having fun and not sharing it with lil' ole me. Really how could they? Didn't they have faith that Katie would return?
Sniff.
In an effort to stave off some of my sadness I would like those of you still blogging to share some of your favourite places with me. Sharing is good. Although not in the case of germs. Keep those to yourself, please.
Anywho.
You can share (please share!) via comments or shoot me a note, my email's around here somewhere...
My reader is sadly on the empty side. Too many of my old faves are taking it easy, living the good life.... without me. They are off having fun and not sharing it with lil' ole me. Really how could they? Didn't they have faith that Katie would return?
Sniff.
In an effort to stave off some of my sadness I would like those of you still blogging to share some of your favourite places with me. Sharing is good. Although not in the case of germs. Keep those to yourself, please.
Anywho.
You can share (please share!) via comments or shoot me a note, my email's around here somewhere...
Once upon a time...
There was a time when the blog posts bubbled out of me. Daily. I would call my farm chickie friend and blab endlessly about how "blogworthy" this thing was or how "blogworthy" that thing was. Conversations like that seem to have taken place ages ago. I can tell you that life does go on. Sadly, the number of times I think of my blog is very small compared to what it used to be. This is probably a good thing, but most days it still depresses me. I miss my little piece of blogdom and all the bloggy connections that I have here.
I wish I was writing to say that the interweb fairy has smiled upon me and now I am back in the land of the blogging...but alas, this fair maiden is still stranded in the land of Internetless, doomed never to return. Well maybe not that dramatic but this is my story and I can tell it like however I like.
I will write when I can secure a computer at the library. I promise. Cross my heart. And with any luck I will write something blogworthy.
I wish I was writing to say that the interweb fairy has smiled upon me and now I am back in the land of the blogging...but alas, this fair maiden is still stranded in the land of Internetless, doomed never to return. Well maybe not that dramatic but this is my story and I can tell it like however I like.
I will write when I can secure a computer at the library. I promise. Cross my heart. And with any luck I will write something blogworthy.
Hello?
Just stopped at the library to sneak a peek at my languishing blog and my over-full e-mail inbox. I can't even begin to express how much I miss this little space I used to daily visit. Let's just say I am begining to get desperate.
I miss all my bloggy friends so badly and can't wait to reconnect...
I miss all my bloggy friends so badly and can't wait to reconnect...
Finding time and loosing it again
I feel like my time is so very precious, yet I squander it at every opportunity. I love to loose myself in the land of blog. I greatly enjoy reading the stories of others; their joys, sorrows and trials put my own into perspective.
Over the Labour Day Holiday weekend my family, along with most of my husbands sisters and brothers, traveled to the Oregon Coast. We all shared in a precious gift while there; time spent together. We made many new memories while reliving many old ones. We attended a wedding and most of us wept at the beauty of the new lives joined together.
Our time spent on the beach itself ranked at the top of the list with all of the children
...as well as our dog Jane.
My boys started up a game of Sandball and made some great memories of their own.
All in all, our time spent at the coast was time I didn't mind loosing. And I daresay everyone else felt the same way.
I hope you all are able to find the time to make some time. And find it precious indeed.
Falling in love
I am so in love with Autumn! It is my all-time favourite time of year. The light, the brilliant colors and yes even the fog, all act as a balm for my summer frazzled soul.
My computer/interweb woes still abound but at least I can gaze out my window and clamp eyes on the gorgeous colors of fall; dreaming all the while of all the great blogs I will write... one day.
Mornings
Yesterday I sauntered over to The Colony's Sanctuary and found a challenge. Not being one to pass on a challenge, I agreed to offer up a peek into my morning routine.
I diligently shot photo after photo of my morning. I painstakingly edited said photos. I agonized over what I would write (hello! linkage from The Women's Colony) the pressure was almost unbearable!
In the end it took me a whole day to prepare the blog post concerning my morning routine.
This morning however, as I was laboriously loading the much nurtured post into the draft window blogger decided to throw a fit. A full on tantrum would be a better description.
I am heart broken! I am so tired of issues with blogger.
So Jodi, I almost can't bear to post a photo free blog but here it is.
****
Sunny mornings in the PAC NW are a rarity. Most often, the day breaks and I find myself ensconced in a dark blanket of fog. Unwilling to greet the day I loose myself in the land of blogs, Facebook and email. But when the day dawns and the sun bursts over the mountains, streaming through my bedroom window, I wake with a purpose.
It is on these brilliant, sunny mornings that I am at my best. I rise ready to greet the day.
I fetch myself a fat, steaming mug of coffee. I don my garden clogs, feeling the call of my waiting garden. Once there, I am transported through the looking glass. Coffee in hand, I stroll the rows of veggies first; searching for hungry marauders who threaten to steal my bounty. Next, I seek out the sanctity of the flower beds. Unlike Alice, I am on good terms with the roses.
By now I have drained my cup and make my way back down to the house. It is here I find the sleepy bodies of my children creeping from the warmth of their beds. Grumbling, they dress and do chores while I make them breakfast. Soon it will be time to start school.
For the rest of my morning I find myself surrounded by books, paper, pencils and the eager minds of my four children.
Maybe I will be able to sneak back through the looking glass before the day is done. For now I am content to play the Cheshire Cat. Sipping my coffee I contentedly watch the world open up before my children.
I diligently shot photo after photo of my morning. I painstakingly edited said photos. I agonized over what I would write (hello! linkage from The Women's Colony) the pressure was almost unbearable!
In the end it took me a whole day to prepare the blog post concerning my morning routine.
This morning however, as I was laboriously loading the much nurtured post into the draft window blogger decided to throw a fit. A full on tantrum would be a better description.
I am heart broken! I am so tired of issues with blogger.
So Jodi, I almost can't bear to post a photo free blog but here it is.
****
Sunny mornings in the PAC NW are a rarity. Most often, the day breaks and I find myself ensconced in a dark blanket of fog. Unwilling to greet the day I loose myself in the land of blogs, Facebook and email. But when the day dawns and the sun bursts over the mountains, streaming through my bedroom window, I wake with a purpose.
It is on these brilliant, sunny mornings that I am at my best. I rise ready to greet the day.
I fetch myself a fat, steaming mug of coffee. I don my garden clogs, feeling the call of my waiting garden. Once there, I am transported through the looking glass. Coffee in hand, I stroll the rows of veggies first; searching for hungry marauders who threaten to steal my bounty. Next, I seek out the sanctity of the flower beds. Unlike Alice, I am on good terms with the roses.
By now I have drained my cup and make my way back down to the house. It is here I find the sleepy bodies of my children creeping from the warmth of their beds. Grumbling, they dress and do chores while I make them breakfast. Soon it will be time to start school.
For the rest of my morning I find myself surrounded by books, paper, pencils and the eager minds of my four children.
Maybe I will be able to sneak back through the looking glass before the day is done. For now I am content to play the Cheshire Cat. Sipping my coffee I contentedly watch the world open up before my children.
Hello Blogdom!
Eek! OMG!! O. M. G! Like totally. O' my goodness, people! The blog is up and running. I might just have a coronary. I am still swooning from the awesomeness of me. Can you believe I actually fixed my wonky blog? I can't!
Stay tuned. I am off to do some much needed blogging but I will return shortly. And you better believe there will be lots of pictures!
P.S.
OMG!
P.S.S.
Yes, I will try to get a grip!
...maybe.
Stay tuned. I am off to do some much needed blogging but I will return shortly. And you better believe there will be lots of pictures!
P.S.
OMG!
P.S.S.
Yes, I will try to get a grip!
...maybe.
Digging out
I am digging through my tool bag of useless information and non-technical skills, trying to make sense of my computer issues.
Bear with me as I tweak a few things. Hopefully something will work!!
Bear with me as I tweak a few things. Hopefully something will work!!
The tryst continues...
From deep within the grey tunnel of sideways-driving-rain that is life in the Maritime Northwest...Katie sends you a tiny bit of pink tinted (albeit, slightly drippy) sunshine.
(Insert imaginary photo of lovely water droplet covered pink Camellia here)
Or she would... if there were not a continuing tryst...
Katie is about ready to do something drastic. Like, commit blogicide.
Or buy a new computer.
(Insert imaginary photo of lovely water droplet covered pink Camellia here)
Or she would... if there were not a continuing tryst...
Katie is about ready to do something drastic. Like, commit blogicide.
Or buy a new computer.
Blog on....or not!
Seem to be having issues again-yeah I know, when do I not have issues. Well, my computer and Blogger are having some sort of lovers spat; they refuse to speak to each-other. Hopefully I can get some technical genius to help me resolve said spat because people....I NEED TO BLOG!
Bear with me...
Bear with me...
Where o' where has Katie been?
Due to the high level of calamity herein, don't listen to a word Katie says.
Katie is sorry to tell you this but (excuses, excuses) Katie didn't do any blogging because her satellite was broken. Yeah, yeah, Katie hears you sighing and all she can offer is 'Katie is so very sorry'. Some of you have been so diligent by checking in daily to see if Katie had blogged, and Katie thanks you. Some of you have surely given up hope that Katie would ever blog again. Well, Katie is here to tell ya....Katie will blog again, Lord willin' and the interweb holds up.
Notice again Katie's opening line...
(No seriously, check back later, Katie has lots to tell you about all her calamitous goings-on.)
Katie is sorry to tell you this but (excuses, excuses) Katie didn't do any blogging because her satellite was broken. Yeah, yeah, Katie hears you sighing and all she can offer is 'Katie is so very sorry'. Some of you have been so diligent by checking in daily to see if Katie had blogged, and Katie thanks you. Some of you have surely given up hope that Katie would ever blog again. Well, Katie is here to tell ya....Katie will blog again, Lord willin' and the interweb holds up.
Notice again Katie's opening line...
(No seriously, check back later, Katie has lots to tell you about all her calamitous goings-on.)
Cooperation
Trying to get back into the swing of blogging again. It's been tough in that respect. You see, I wish to frolic about bloggy land, reading/catching up, but life has a funny way of stepping on little bloggers toes.... I have had blog-nical difficulties.
I struggled for a week straight with a blog that wouldn't cooperate. No matter how hard I tried I could not post, edit, comment or otherwise use my blog. I could look at my blog longingly, and curse it under my breath , but I could do nothing else. Blogger help center was no help at all and you all know what a technical genius I am-Not! Then magically...all is well. Today I logged in and viola' blogger has it's bugs all worked out. Yippee! I guess I can't complain too loudly, at least blogger is free!
Anywho, I am hoping to get this blog back up and running again, soon. For now, I just wanted to let you all know I was still alive, albeit, slightly stir crazy and that no major calamity (other than an uncooperative blog) had befallen me.
P.S.
What do you think of the new look?
I struggled for a week straight with a blog that wouldn't cooperate. No matter how hard I tried I could not post, edit, comment or otherwise use my blog. I could look at my blog longingly, and curse it under my breath , but I could do nothing else. Blogger help center was no help at all and you all know what a technical genius I am-Not! Then magically...all is well. Today I logged in and viola' blogger has it's bugs all worked out. Yippee! I guess I can't complain too loudly, at least blogger is free!
Anywho, I am hoping to get this blog back up and running again, soon. For now, I just wanted to let you all know I was still alive, albeit, slightly stir crazy and that no major calamity (other than an uncooperative blog) had befallen me.
P.S.
What do you think of the new look?
What goes on, eh?
Just a random ramble, shedding light on my lack of blogging.
What can I say?I have been busy!
Busy schooling kids. Keeping the home fires burning, literally. Daydreaming of this years garden and sustainability. Making new friends, nurturing old ones. Tending the farm critters. Working on my ninja skillz-actually testing for Camo Belt tomorrow, very nervous. Waiting, not so patiently, for Mrs. G to open the Women's Colony. House training the new puppy; its not going so well. Green with envy over Sue getting an agent. And to top it all off I am still sewing away on pillow case dresses for Craft Hope.
All while trying to maintain some semblance of sanity. And eek out a blog post when I can.
What goes on with you, eh?
What can I say?I have been busy!
Busy schooling kids. Keeping the home fires burning, literally. Daydreaming of this years garden and sustainability. Making new friends, nurturing old ones. Tending the farm critters. Working on my ninja skillz-actually testing for Camo Belt tomorrow, very nervous. Waiting, not so patiently, for Mrs. G to open the Women's Colony. House training the new puppy; its not going so well. Green with envy over Sue getting an agent. And to top it all off I am still sewing away on pillow case dresses for Craft Hope.
All while trying to maintain some semblance of sanity. And eek out a blog post when I can.
What goes on with you, eh?
Hey!
So, I am not a techy head, at all. Just the fact that I can maintain a small square of interweb journalism is a small miracle.
Whilst out perusing the net this morning I stumbled onto the coolest thing. I found myself. Yes, me, myself and I. Right smack dab in the middle of some thing called Technorati. I have no clue what Technorati is, so finding my humble leetle bloggy over there was quite cool. Don't even ask how I got there to begin with, 'cuz I have no idea.
The labels and screen shot are really old but I am not bothered. In fact I am honored that some techy crawler thingies took the time to crawl around and pick up my blog. Yeah me!
If you want to sneak a peek at what my humble leetle bloggy looked like ages ago head on over here. Just for giggles check out that little rank number under the thumbnail. 675,709 seems like a nice big number to me, even though I have NO IDEA what that means, technically speaking that is.
Just call me technically challenged and thank the stars that I can blog at all.
Now, I wonder if Technorati could send someone to crawl around under my desk and pick up all the thingies crawling around under there. Hmm....
Whilst out perusing the net this morning I stumbled onto the coolest thing. I found myself. Yes, me, myself and I. Right smack dab in the middle of some thing called Technorati. I have no clue what Technorati is, so finding my humble leetle bloggy over there was quite cool. Don't even ask how I got there to begin with, 'cuz I have no idea.
The labels and screen shot are really old but I am not bothered. In fact I am honored that some techy crawler thingies took the time to crawl around and pick up my blog. Yeah me!
If you want to sneak a peek at what my humble leetle bloggy looked like ages ago head on over here. Just for giggles check out that little rank number under the thumbnail. 675,709 seems like a nice big number to me, even though I have NO IDEA what that means, technically speaking that is.
Just call me technically challenged and thank the stars that I can blog at all.
Now, I wonder if Technorati could send someone to crawl around under my desk and pick up all the thingies crawling around under there. Hmm....
I'd like to thank the academy....
The lovely Affectioknit Teresa has bestowed me with a great honor, an award....
and I am so very honored! Really, it's an honor just being nominated...hehehe
Proximidade is described as:
'This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes for self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers!'
This blog award should be sent to your favorite eight bloggers and they, in turn should forward to eight of their favorites. You should include the text for Proximidade (above) in your announcement blog.
Here are my 8 PROXIMITY bloggers:
Jade
Miriam
Alexis
Barb
Tracy
Jolene
Mrs. B
Nora
Congratulations you all deserve it!
You can view this and all my other awards here.
and I am so very honored! Really, it's an honor just being nominated...hehehe
Proximidade is described as:
'This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes for self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers!'
This blog award should be sent to your favorite eight bloggers and they, in turn should forward to eight of their favorites. You should include the text for Proximidade (above) in your announcement blog.
Here are my 8 PROXIMITY bloggers:
Jade
Miriam
Alexis
Barb
Tracy
Jolene
Mrs. B
Nora
Congratulations you all deserve it!
You can view this and all my other awards here.
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