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meaty ham bone<br />
4ish cups of chicken broth<br />
2 TBS olive oil<br />
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medium onion<br />
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Start by pulling a ham bone with some meat still on it from last Christmas out of the freezer. Wish it luck.<br />
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On one of the first truly warm days last spring, my babies had a tea party.</div>
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More than two years later: Attempt three at keeping a blog simi-regularly. I love looking back over our family pictures and fun times. I enjoy remembering how I was feeling and what was important to me...there's just this whole thing of taking the time to sit down and do it.<br />
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Ok. Resolution for the last quarter of 2015: Make a post at least twice a week. Even a short one. Surely I can manage that...yea, surely.<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295049439763460302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601674887893075631.post-79287360706455197712012-08-20T20:56:00.001-05:002012-08-20T20:56:13.137-05:00It's been a busy past few months... <br />
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Our baby girl was born (pictures to follow). We had an amazing, relaxing summer. We've been so blessed. Our little family feels complete.<br />
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But first, as I read over my past posts, I can't help but think to myself, "Wow. Maybe you should try this thing called proofreading..."Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295049439763460302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601674887893075631.post-41998182253163811202012-01-28T08:54:00.000-06:002012-01-28T08:54:40.028-06:00Sushi night<div style="text-align: center;">Last night between my prenatal check up and getting my rhogam shot we did one of our family's favorite things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I received a new camera for Christmas. Eli is loving helping me learn more about it, but (being the boy that he is) he doesn't always want to pose for cute portrait style photos. He wants to be a scorpion instead...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My little boy was super excited. (After being married to a holiday curmudgeon for 9 years, it's so nice to have someone to share my holiday excitement!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because drinking cocoa through a straw in dinosaur footie pajamas is the only way to truly prepare for a day of Christmas decorating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">*That's the curmudgeon in the back ground there. Eli even manages to suck him in to our holiday excitement.</div><br />
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Particularly the angel on top.</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295049439763460302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601674887893075631.post-30800399560020414632011-11-19T19:12:00.000-06:002011-11-19T19:12:10.095-06:00Fun in the CountryI'm sure there are people who find perfectly normal ways of disposing with Halloween pumpkins which have sat on the front porch past their prime. Pitch them in the trash or compost them, maybe? We do something like that. Usually, our old pumpkins are thrown into the woods beside our house to decompse, putting important nutrients back in to the soil. <br />
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</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295049439763460302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601674887893075631.post-78598091818088005392011-11-13T18:02:00.000-06:002011-11-13T18:02:08.877-06:00Blogging FailIt's official. I am a failure as a blogger. When I started this blog five months ago, I had great intentions of blogging everyday...or at least every other day...or at the VERY least once a week. Ahhh well. I'll just chalk it up to "one more thing I suck at" and move on. <br />
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Lets get caught up, shall we. Let's see...in the five months since my last posting, we have: <br />
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1. Taken a vacation with my aunt and uncle (and cousin and twin sister and their husbands and offspring) to Florida...fabulous!<br />
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2. While in Florida, found out that I was pregnant...the morning after trying oysters on the half shell for the first time. *Awesome* (Also ate delicious sushi three times previous to knowing I was prego...This munchkin is going to come out with a hankerin' for raw seafood.)<br />
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*I was irritated about this picture because I thought I looked pregnant in it. Little did I know....<br />
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3. Spent the next 3 months with my head in the potty dealing with lovely first trimester nausea. (I won't include a picture of this...it hasn't been pretty.)<br />
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Some how the season has changed from Summer to Autumn...must have been while I was staring into the bottom of the commode.. Halloween has passed in a blur of pumpkin carving<br />
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and homemade General Grievous costumes.<br />
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Thanksgiving is just around the corner. My nausea has disappeared just in time to enjoy all the yummy holiday goodies guilt-free because, you know, the baby needs it. As an early resolution, I have renewed my dedication to the world of blogging...we'll see how it goes.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295049439763460302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601674887893075631.post-84123034333711358762011-07-22T17:43:00.000-05:002011-07-22T17:43:36.539-05:00SpookiesEver since I was little, I've loved spookiness. The thrill of a little shiver running down your spine just can't be beat...as long as thing don't get too creepy. You never know when something will cross the line from "fun spooky" too "creepy spooky." Will Smith's <em>I am Legend</em> gave me nightmares for weeks...something about those screaming zombie mouths... <br />
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Anyway, when my spookometer gets overwhelmed, I tend to use a highly logical thought process and hide in corners or cover my head with a blanket...or squish up real close behind whoever else is in the room with me. (That way I can throw them at whatever is coming to get me and run away...during times of true terror my "flight" response almost aways beats my "fight" response.) <br />
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My little boy shares my affinity for spooky things. Halloween is his favorite holiday. He talks about it year round. His preferred reading consists of my <em>Taste of Home </em>Halloween themed cooking magazines. If he gets to help plan and make supper, we end up making something spooky themed from said magazines.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When punkin woke up from his nap this afternoon, he ask to watch his new video. I popped it in the DVD player and went to the kitchen to tidy up a bit before starting dinner. When I came back into the living room I find my baby cowering in fear. Being the fantastic mother that I am, I dashed to the T.V. and immediately turned the offensive imagery off...but not before I grabbed my phone and snapped this picture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Yes, that's him eating a sucker and hiding. He inherited his mother's logical sensibilities. Deranged snowmen can't find you if you're hiding behind the recliner.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295049439763460302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601674887893075631.post-44211923480136175992011-06-26T14:43:00.000-05:002011-06-26T14:43:43.754-05:00Summer<div style="text-align: center;">Remember how magical summers were when you were a kid?<br />
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<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a blog about a girl who's generally a day late and a dollar short...for everything. She likes to think this endears her to friends and family, but knows otherwise. She has been inspired to start a blog in an attempt to have a record of this stage in her life so that when she comes out of "the blur" she will be able to remember. Most likely there will be no distinguishable order in the organization of her blog, because that's how her brain works. ...And she promises to stop talking about herself in third person.<br />
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