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Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls - Fall Comfort Food
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Sign Up For New FREE Healthy Recipes - Currently Over 100,000 Subscribers! Gooey, sticky, sweet, delicious frosted pumpkin cinnamon rolls – They are perfect for Fall! Or maybe an entire pan? Normally, homemade cinnamon rolls are so good on their own that there’s not really much you can do to make them even better But stuffing the pastries with pumpkin and even more cinnamon somehow manages to do just that! Imagine a cinnamon roll filled with pumpkin pie. We bonded over a shared love of photography, music,.
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borrowed books. | not for kittens
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Walking. →. September 23, 2010. My mother taught me a lot. Mostly she taught me the things that i. But, i picked up a few really great things from her. Not seagle, and its hay. Not barrels (i personally hate these, but i think of her words. I say those words). I guess the lessons consisted mostly of eating habits, writing and speaking. My most favorite lesson was:. Preposition at the end of a sentence. Once you know the rules you can break ’em, right? Each book had a home on a shelf in a bookcase . When ...
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listening & laundry: This Moment
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A (sometimes) Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama. July 9, 2010 at 12:33 PM. What a perfect perch from which to view the adventures a*head*! Sweet :-) Thank you for sharing! July 9, 2010 at 12:43 PM. The look on yer face is absolutely priceless. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). House on hill road. Rhythm of the Home. I'm a feminist social worker and momma (of 2), practicing mommahood all the time and therapy 33 hours a week. View my complete profile. Simple theme. Powered by Blogger.
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August | 2010 | not for kittens
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Monthly Archives: August 2010. August 27, 2010. Pink checkered tie with a yellow felt bird stitched into the fat part. over-sized man’s army-issue camo jacket, SGT. M—- stamped across the breast. bright green tee-shirt: parTYPEople. an entire year of printed hawaiian shirts and shell necklaces. high-bottomed sneakers, inspired by Baby Spice of the Spice Girls, pigtails, and a bag of lollipops in tow. I played trombone, hung with the laughin’, snortin’ band geeks. Did i forget anyone? Ok… so i’...
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January | 2011 | not for kittens
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Monthly Archives: January 2011. January 30, 2011. In a way, i hate the internet… and cell phones… and TV…. These pieces of technology just slipped into our lives and onto our coffee tables and into our pockets and take up half our living space. they’ve taken over. Yes i am a part of it. But i don’t think it brings me much closer to anyone. its nice to see photos and read little dabs about my friends’ daily lives and quotes and links to cool sites. Its supposed to be. How well does it work? 8230; but that...
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September | 2010 | not for kittens
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Monthly Archives: September 2010. September 23, 2010. My mother taught me a lot. Mostly she taught me the things that i. But, i picked up a few really great things from her. Not seagle, and its hay. Not barrels (i personally hate these, but i think of her words. I say those words). I guess the lessons consisted mostly of eating habits, writing and speaking. My most favorite lesson was:. Preposition at the end of a sentence. Once you know the rules you can break ’em, right? When she gave me a book to read...
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walking. | not for kittens
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Explicit detail. →. November 8, 2010. One of the best parts of my day is my commute. Work every day. i either walk or bike. its just about a mile… the perfect amount of space for me to breathe in fresh air and adjust from home to work and work to home. sometimes i will catch a ride with my Vern if he’s leaving at the same time i am, its pouring rain and. Cold i can do rain. and i can do cold. separately. not at the same time. All summer long i ride that clanking rusty 3-gears of fury bicycle of mine.
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dash and bella: MOTHER SHIP
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Cooking with 2 kids. Thursday, May 10, 2012. Mama mama mama hi mama hi good morning. No Dash no no please go away. But mama it is so zen in your bed. So just close your eyes and be still. But is it that time you know the time when I can come into your bed and still get a sticker for not getting into your bed in the night. Dashi six in the morning is questionable. Mama you have bad breath. Maybe from all the pea pesto I've been eating. Mama let's go make your coffee. SOME THOUGHTS ON PESTO:. I just checke...
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November | 2010 | not for kittens
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Monthly Archives: November 2010. November 23, 2010. Halo’d, reminding me that angels do exist. And my feet stomp, stomp. The cement beneath, heels finding every crack, they’ll break your mother’s back. And my breath hard, visibly unsteady with sobs and clouds,. Its her voice i crave, just hello. So i dial the number i know isn’t hers any longer. And the voice of a stranger, a man. But i cant, not yet. The street lamps orange, round glowing globes. And october’s pumpkins sit. And i make a right turn,.
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beliefs. | not for kittens
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Live it. →. December 5, 2010. Vern’s Gram sits across from me,. She on the faded love seat, framed by ancient afghans –probably snuggled by each of her six children at some point during her long motherhood– and stiff lap pillows, a lone wadded tissue next to her thin fingers,. She doesn’t mind us sitting here, and neither do we. perhaps it only feels natural to keep that spot filled. All the other family members have left besides ourselves and Vern’s mom and step-dad,. It is late on a Monday night. And h...
