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Where My Heart Resides
Published on Sunday, October 2, 2011 by This weekend reminded me of my many blessings.  My heart belongs to the sea, indeed.  ...
______ and ______!
Published on Wednesday, September 28, 2011 by I’ve gone and done it.  I put pen to paper and wrote myself a book.  For years and years I struggled with the words, the characters, the conflict, the resolution.  And now it’s done.  A complete 800 page novel. OK.  So I’m lying just a wee bit.  I did write a book.  But it is a children’s book that fits on one single sheet of paper.  It took about a...
BANG!  Old Yeller!
Published on Sunday, September 25, 2011 by Shepherd Lab, a Pug and a stepping stool.  That is how my neighbor’s dog came to be.  Meena is a fascinating mix in which her mother was the Lab while the Pug was the dad.  Think about it and you will understand the stepping stool! When we were dog sitting this weekend, my daughter showed me Meena's latest trick.  I couldn't stop laughing.  While my dog is eat...
You Can Dress Me Up
Published on Thursday, September 22, 2011 by Thanks to my parents, I’ve eaten at five star restaurants, have traveled abroad and know how to carry myself in the most formal of situations. However, there is my upbringing, and there is THE PRESENT. The following pictures were taken within five days of each other. Let’s start with the game of “what’s on my pants.” And end with the game of “wha...
Katherine Oakley, Blogger’s Got A Gun Part Two
Published on Sunday, September 18, 2011 by When my first son was born I proclaimed, “There will be no toy guns in the house.”  <Insert Laughter Now> Yea I know.  New mothers think they know e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. What I didn’t know at the time is that little boys don’t need toy guns.  In their world, everything is a gun.  Imagine my great surprise when I first saw my toddler pick up a stick...
The Black Coffin
Published on Friday, September 16, 2011 by Along with the cold weather comes my daughter’s first ghost story… told to me about five times tonight alone.  Turn down your lights, grab your snuggie and enjoy.  I’m going to sneak away while she tells it again.  I’m sure you understand.  ...
How Long Does It Take?
Published on Sunday, September 11, 2011 by Three days.  It takes three whole days for jewelry to pass through a Dalmatian’s digestive tract.  And I know this how, you ask? Because I rock as a Mom.  Indeed, I allowed my daughter to wear my pearls to school.  It was her first pair after the piercing studs.  My Dad gave them to me.  Yes, they are precious.  But so is my daughter.  And she wanted to wea...
Slaying Dragons
Published on Wednesday, September 7, 2011 by Many of you are aware I suffer from the silent chronic illness, gastroparesis.  Typically, I have good days and bad days because of my paralyzed stomach. Over the last week, my pain and nausea have spun out of control.  I am still the master of disguise to all who interact with me on a day to day basis.  For many they see the smile, but when their backs are turn...
Trains and Tutus
Published on Thursday, September 1, 2011 by Light Rail has come to Hampton Roads, to the tune of THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN MILLION DOLLARS.  The beginning of the line?  Just beyond my neighborhood.  As we watched the construction of this mass transit wonder, our neighborhood collectively thought, “What the….?” What will it do to the neighborhood?  The traffic?  The quiet? For the first week, all...
Fires and Earthquakes and Hurricanes, Oh My!
Published on Monday, August 29, 2011 by In the last two weeks, I have experienced: Headaches from swamp fire smoke that has come and gone for months. Tremor Envy, because gosh darnit, I didn’t feel it! My server was hacked. AGAIN.  Sorry, everyone. The beginning of school, and the slow breaking of my summer loving heart. And of course, Irene. Hurricane Irene was not quite as bad as some ...
It Has Come Down To This
Published on Saturday, August 20, 2011 by When I was young, I remember hearing my mother cry out, “Why isn’t anything ever my own?!”  My response would be to roll my eyes.  But now, I get it.  To the point of crying out the same words when looking for a simple match to my own socks. Indeed, only three days after buying my last bag of socks, ALL WERE GONE.  Why isn’t anything ever my OWN!? So now...
Pot Brownies Like Your Mother Used To Make
Published on Tuesday, August 16, 2011 by Pot brownies.  Remember those?  I haven’t heard those two words together since High School. I will never forget sitting on the band bus on the way to Disney World, soon to hear quite a stir from the rear.  Whispering, giggling and snickering flowed like a wave from back to front. The cause of this hushed excitement?  Katey and Char were apparently quite high o...
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