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In my own words....: Speechless
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In my own words. Monday, September 19, 2011. Left speechless at the dinner table tonight. Not from praise of the FINE stew I made. From Reyde asserting himself. Looking at Uncle Bob and he says, "just so you know I wasn't talking to you.". His delivery was impeccable, and I had to really hold it together to be stern without laughing at how funny it was. So I reprimanded, James chewed on him, and Uncle Bob didn't realize what was happening it occurred so quickly. You wanna talk to my. Pi = 3.14159265.
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In my own words....: The Last Thursday
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In my own words. Wednesday, April 11, 2012. I spent with my uncle. Mom called in the afternoon. Said that he wasn’t good enough to go to dialysis and that the staff needed to speak with me to cancel the transportation and appointment. Her phone was passed to the nurse and then handed back. I heard the tears in her voice. Mom, I’ll be right up. She said okay and hung up the phone. And I needed to be there for Mom. I heard it in her voice. This wasn’t her situation to bear alone. Walking back into the room...
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In my own words....: April 2012
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In my own words. Wednesday, April 11, 2012. I spent with my uncle. Mom called in the afternoon. Said that he wasn’t good enough to go to dialysis and that the staff needed to speak with me to cancel the transportation and appointment. Her phone was passed to the nurse and then handed back. I heard the tears in her voice. Mom, I’ll be right up. She said okay and hung up the phone. And I needed to be there for Mom. I heard it in her voice. This wasn’t her situation to bear alone. Walking back into the room...
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In my own words....: June 2011
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In my own words. Monday, June 13, 2011. By my Sissy La La. And luckily I stood up for myself, defended against the emotional and moral judgement set upon me on Saturday. Amy and I set out about 11.30am to transport Uncle Bob from Maple Valley to the Issaquah skilled care nursing facility. Uncle Bob needed a bit more rehab from his ailments and hospitalizations of late. We knew it would take a while. Amy can you find this? Wendy can I have another cup of coffee? Julie where did you put this.". But I digre...
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In my own words....: May 2011
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In my own words. Sunday, May 08, 2011. In the spirit of Sandra Lee's Semi-homemade, tonight's delicacy is Costco's Spinach Feta Cheese Chicken meatballs in a blend of Vodka and Alfredo Sauce with rotini noodles, baked with mozzarella cheese. Wouldn't recommend the meatballs, but my throw together masked them well enough. Yum, happy mummy tummy. Sunday, May 01, 2011. Every once in a while. From The Help A Novel by Kathryn Stockett. At the end of June, a heat wave of a hundred degrees. Ahh Inspired to write.
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In my own words....: Pumeggnogging Pie
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In my own words. Thursday, October 25, 2012. It's a rare, rare day that I bake. A couple weeks ago, wanting to free up space in my freezer, I decided to use the pumpkin puree that Mom had so kindly made from scratch a few years back. The next time I make this, I'll cut the recipe in half and use a shorter pan. This one is about 3" deep and the very middle didn't set as well as I'd envisioned. Divide as needed for smaller portions. This is what I used for my experiment. 8 cups pumpkin puree. 189; cup flour.
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In my own words....: Can I interest you in dessert?
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In my own words. Sunday, October 09, 2011. Can I interest you in dessert? It is a tough economy out there these days. That’s what the news tells us, and therefore it is true, right? From time to time I choose to spend time and money to have manicures and pedicures. It’s a luxury. My nails are strong enough to grow them out and have them long and look nice. So why do I do it? It’s an extravagance that is easily chopped out of our budget. Yes, if you question that, so do I and most patrons of the salon....
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In my own words....: January 2011
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In my own words. Wednesday, January 12, 2011. Until We Meet Again. You come into my life as the leaves begin to fall in October. We spend the holidays together. You greet me each morning yellow as the summer sun amidst the dark dreary Seattle days. The creamy sensation as you touch my lips overwhelms my senses. I awaken with your spice. Know that I love you; everything about you. Don't be sad. Don't let the door hit you EGGNOG! See ya next year. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Until We Meet Again. Picture Wi...
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In my own words....: Family Noises
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In my own words. Monday, November 05, 2012. Grief hits me in the oddest ways. Our schedule has settled down a bit; my work travel is done for the calendar year and Saturday soccer games find us staying around home. Being home each weekend, I find myself feeling like something is missing. That life is not complete and I should be doing something else. But no, I was learning how to be his roommate. 8220;Well you’re welcome Uncle Bob. I’m just stressing out over your homecoming in a wheelcha...8220;Yeah, I ...
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In my own words....: November 2012
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In my own words. Monday, November 05, 2012. Grief hits me in the oddest ways. Our schedule has settled down a bit; my work travel is done for the calendar year and Saturday soccer games find us staying around home. Being home each weekend, I find myself feeling like something is missing. That life is not complete and I should be doing something else. But no, I was learning how to be his roommate. 8220;Well you’re welcome Uncle Bob. I’m just stressing out over your homecoming in a wheelcha...8220;Yeah, I ...
