tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164262952012-01-26T10:11:05.382-05:00Year SevenAngeline Larimerhttps://profiles.google.com/100301959309867235438noreply@blogger.comBlogger12311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16426295.post-38850214118246243432012-01-25T18:41:00.002-05:002012-01-25T18:56:43.922-05:00

Stepped in dog poo five minutes ago.  Changing it up from the vomit, looks like.  Thanks, guys! Took a 3 oz. shot of straight up wheatgrass juice this morning, felt like 5 prenatals on an empty stomach.  OOf! Later, ran 7 miles.  Not hard.  Holding back a little bit for the weekend winter run. No crappy food since the day after Thanksgiving.  Haven't died.  People were worried.  We're changed

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So many unpublished posts on the topic of diet and how it effects everything. Notepad next to me has scribbled:  "pepsin/marshmallow root (for small intestine)" 15 conversations with 15 different people (at least) over the holidays about what it all means, these sensitivities leading to mood alterations because of poor nutrition quality... But since I've been on this diet for over a month, I

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Amazon, you need to hire product review editors.  Also, there should be an exam to determine a reviewer's ability to properly assign a reasonable star value.  One star ratings should be reserved for such product disasters as, for example, 'Jack-in-the-box came out of the box, then stabbed my terrier to death with a shiv that he fashioned out of his spring.'   NOT:  "Recently I finally was

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Pepperoni Pizza Fan, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.LitPS retro:Going through my Flickr stream, trying to get organized before more projects...Saw this.Sniffled.*Little Jackie, summer 2008 at the Indiana State Fair. He's like in college now by comparison. Usually people say time goes fast 'Don't miss it!' and I roll my eyes, but three years has clearly been a lot of changes

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Last Rose, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Halloween came and went.October for that matter.It's been pretty outside.I've been dizzy (not literally).Lots going on. Lots good within our foursome. Lots weird for others in a negative way that doesn't have much to do with me, but I know all the details anyway.That's how time flies. While pondering the details.Pick picked this rose

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(Found on my desk this morning...  Pick's Christmas Gift Shopping List) Mom/ chapter book (Mrs. G, too) Jack/Mario Party (any of them) Dad/ mixed nuts + a paper airplane (I have no idea what to get Tom now.) © Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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I always get so much more traffic this time of year. Truth is, Tom bought four pumpkins a week and a half ago, and they've been sitting on the kitchen island, gutted but not carved.  The insides are starting to turn blue.  I...well...suck this year at holiday enthusiasm. Halloween is usually our thing, but my brain's still stuck somewhere back in early September.  Maybe even March 2008. Feel

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Blogged about some OCD-like occurrences with Jack a few posts ago. This has started up some very interesting conversations.  In some cases, I've felt a little like a priest.  Yesterday, after Bob Evans, we all piled into the same car which I'd physically removed Jack from last summer, because he would not sit in or exit from the driver's side backseat.  Passenger side was always fine.   For

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Today's Amazon indulgence (this is where you'll really be tempted to judge me): Three books by or about Freya Stark.  Why three books?  Because of the 'consider these other two, then buy three and save' Amazon feature.  That's why.  Why Freya Stark?  Because... I was having lunch last April with my pals Carey (awesome and just turned 40, but you'd never know that because she's awesome--or you

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We'd like our money back. © Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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The 5th Grader, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell. I swear. This is why I'll be mumbling for days to myself in the nursing home --which, I hope there'll still BE nursing homes when I'm of age (42 at this rate) because I am gathering so much mumbling material, I'm gonna be a legend. Got off track. Because my life IS on a track. That scary one the kids are too short to ride on

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This is for the sake of honest accounting. I prefer talking about Jack's achievements, mostly as encouragement to other parents with late talking kids, but if that is my true motive, it's not fair to leave out the bumps that got us to those achievements... The bumps we're dealing with before the NEXT achievements. Maybe I've been painting a distorted picture of how much easier it all gets down

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Pick's school fundraiser jog-a-thon is today.  She was very excited about it yesterday as we filled out our pledge forms.  Aunt Rock Star sis asked her how many laps she thought she could do, and that worried Pick a bit.  She had no idea.  (1 lap = 1/4th mile.  She gets an hour.) I said, "I bet you could do ten laps in an hour." That sounded like a lot to her. It would have been a tremendous

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First, the Climate Reality Project speaks for itself here:  http://climaterealityproject.org/ Second, this is not the first time we've been warned about the Earth trying to evict us.  Interestingly enough, a guy down the street is being moved out for property tax evasion as I type this.  Nice guy, I'm sure, just, he really didn't think they'd do it...get mad enough to take his house (calm down,

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The Flower Fountain's Shadow (at the zoo) - 2, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Got in the 40s last night.Shoulda done more swimming and such. Dangit.

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Getting to work on the Office/Gym, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.2/3rds of the barn is getting converted into my office studio work space.This is very exciting.Slow motion exciting.Tom's work added two days a month (24 hours) to his schedule. Not a terrible thing in these financially trying times. He's tired, though. So far, he's done the conversion almost entirely by

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To the Bus, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Photo by Angeline Larimer

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Pickles at Seven (*peace), originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.

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Pickles at three (bnw), originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell. Remember this little cutie pie? (Missing her today.) My Sweet Pickles, back when we had our days alone together. Right now she's at school and I'm avoiding a manuscript. I'm thinking about what she said on her way out the door this morning: "I can't wait to get home every day." It's not school, the work, the other kids

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If I still kept up on my blogs, I'd have had a fair head's up. Mr. Ryan TOLD me.  He TOLD me! Tour Dates: Dropkick Murphys Shamrock-N-Roll Festival But I stopped reading blogs to keep up with flargin' FACEBOOK, and because of THAT, I cannot go see the Dropkick Murphys like I really really want to (like nice middle aged men want cars, and asshole middle aged men want dumb easy girls).  These

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Yesterday, after the Manningless game against Houston, I learned Peyton is a new father of twins by surrogate. "Oh," I said. There were several opinions about it all. He wants too much money. He shouldn't demand so much control over the team. It's all his fault for being too important. His wife was vain about her body and that is why she did not carry the kids herself. Poor Eli only had one kid

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[Ange may be blogging commentary about the H50 season throughout this year. Not because she (I) ((whatever)) aspires to be a television show critic, but because most of the more interesting things going on in my life have to do with people I adore, and not me specifically. I do not have any specific dramas to pick apart on here, ala reality TV sensationalized 'pay attention to me' over cranked

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Hi Angeline, Jack is my ray of sunshine!  I have enjoyed watching his personality come out more and more each day!  He cracks me up!  This morning he told me we only have 35 weeks left of school!  But who's counting?! :) All of the students are still getting adjusted with turning in their homework and I expect that it will continue to get better and better!  I can see all of the things you

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Little Jackie started middle school this week. He's ten now.  Fifth grade.  Fifth graders are fairly isolated from the bigger kids, but there is still a lot more expected of them than there was of me in 5th grade.  I had a desk in one room with all of my books shoved in it, and a Biblical poster within my line of sight that read, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." He's got a

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Angeline and Tom- I just wanted to take a moment to tell you that I chatted with Jack in his class today to find out how his first day went.  He told me, “It was totally awesome!”  I love hearing that from students! J We are thrilled to have you and Jack join our ZWest family.  I’m sure Jack will have a “totally awesome” year! Have a nice evening, (Jack's New Middle School Principal) ©

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I don't always do normal things.  I don't know if this is endearing or evidence that I need medication and nobody in my life has been brave enough yet to suggest it.  (Please, don't.  I don't wanna.) I am participating in the Hawaii Five-0 Ultimate Fan contest: http://www.cbs.com/shows/hawaii_five_0/ultimate_fan/uploaded/?uploadType=photo&status=approved I do not know why most of my face was

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NOW what are those human things doing?, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell. This is an older photo.  I had no time (or nerve) to run and get my camera yesterday. Fred and George.  The pony boys.  Uncut, wild and clever as goats.  Other beasts might linger about in the yard, try to get into the grain in the barn if they managed an escape through a left open gate.  Not these guys. 

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"Bees" was on Jack's 2005 list of irrational fears.  We all know that's not an irrational thing, fearing bees, so let's chuckle for a moment, remembering the days back when.  Oh...ho ho...funny stuff.  pffft. The bees have been brutal this summer.  I've been a little scared of them myself. After years of convincing Jack that bees are essential for the good of the planet, watching him overcome

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Little did SHE know..., originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Dog bath day. Photos on Flickr. I'm mostly proud of myself for just managing to get photos up on Flickr.This is Lana. She sat there laughing at Wina while Wina got her bath.She got hers last...after Gunny, even. Wish you could have seen the look on her face then.

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"What's your favorite planet?" "Uranus."  Snicker "Mmmm hmmmm.  And why is that?" (long pause) "Because it's Uranus."  Snickering so savagely, snot pours out his nose. I blinked. Then I grabbed him by the collar, put my lips to his ear and whispered loudly, "I. Like. FRIED. CHiiiiCKEN."  (It's an iCarly thing.) He grabbed my neck, pulled my ear to his lips and whispered loudly, "I. Like. 

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My favorite, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell. She was very surprised to find an Agatha Christie novel that she hadn't read during her visit, and on sale! Grandma has read everything. She read the above novel in half a day, then left it for me to read, as I have never read any Agatha Christie. "But don't start it until after you have read Barchester Towers!" she commanded. (

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Me and my Grandma Fran., originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.She came for a week long visit. It had been over five years, we calculated. Before she left, Jack went up to her and said in the sweetest sincerest voice, "I will miss you, Great Grandma." So, that got the lady's eyes going. She responded, "Oh, my darling Jack, I love you so." I had to turn away and dab my own at that.

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(Nights One Through Four --Invasion of the Night Raiders) Night Five: Sat sadly on the back deck watching the treeline swallow up in darkness, waiting for the scritch scritch sound of the invaders.  They would come again, I knew, but not until we were all too tired to worry about it. Tom returned from work, brought me a soda, asked if I was going to be all right..."Should I get a gun?" he

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[This has been another unusual growing year here in Indiana. Lots of cool spring weather, then tons of water to begin with, and now day after day of heat and no rain. My corn was late to sprout, short (still short), but at least I got some nice looking ears from all the effort. This is tough and tricky work. Like washing a car under a tree housing curious birds eating a sandwich. At any point,

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Hormones are drugs.  I'm working on overcoming them.  I tell myself that I'm a master hormone wrangler now.  Any time anything dark and brooding enters my mind, I get out the sword... The sword is this one thought; 'This will seem ridiculous tomorrow.' Not a good sword name.  But it works.  For me.  Poor Tom, this morning, has his own aging issues he's going through, but is too young to really

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June Garden 2011 001.jpg, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.

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Anyone else get ignored on Facebook by certain people?  Just wondering.  No angst behind that.  I've figured out a method for not obsessing about this.  I pay attention to the people who pay attention to me, and make myself happy for those who aren't dependent on my comments.  But still, sometimes, I think it says something.  Some sort of information could be culled by a conscientious observer. 

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I'm just not gonna look back at this time and regret not staying above it.  Not one day goes by that I don't hear bad news.  Not a day.  And I think to myself, as do my fellow Gen-Xer trench buddies, IS THIS OUR PEAK?  Really?  The hell with the notion that the college years or twenties are the pinnacle of human existence.  I wouldn't even suggest the 30s and 40s are, but for one unfair

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Post Race Mother Daughter Moment, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Last year when I finished the Indy Mini Marathon, I was so impressed with myself, I made a promise to properly train for it this year and REALLY see what I was made of. But sometimes not properly training has a lot to do with not really having the choice to prioritize proper training. I could have given up some

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One more, and then you're feeding me, or else you die!, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.A photo example of life with my boss, Stan the cat. Notice his tail gently caressing his empty food bowl. Usually he's using that tail to bitch slap me into getting up from my computer and filling that bowl chop/chop. This is my revenge, making him wait for it.Pickles left the sign on the

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Jack at Showalter Fountain, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell. Whatever gets said today and other days, I won't process it like I've been conditioned to process everything. I will hold onto this feeling awhile. (Jack, that sad day the towers fell.)

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Jack, the late talking boy, at 10, sporting his cool new hoodie from BFF Zilla.  He LOVES this thing, and has worn it every day since he got it. We had his IEP meeting for middle school. If you know what IEPs are, and you also remember me writing on more than one occasion that we were looking forward to him not needing an IEP by the Fourth Grade, let me reassure you that this has been another

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© Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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I'm already being called tan. It's April. I yelled at a bush today. Called it the names that got one's mouth washed out with soap back in the early 80s. I have scrapes all over my limbs. My shin was seriously humbled at Lowes this afternoon.  I was all, 'I can toss that 50 lb. bag of dirt up to you, man husband!' and then as I tossed, I banged my shin on the stupid muther(BEEP)ing trolleymajig...

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Pick just gave a private pre-screening of her recital dance. She's a dancing tomato. I'm psyched. © Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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Not much to say, really. Just do. American Red Cross:  Donation Site p.s. Tom and the kids are doing great. © Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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Jack with my guitar, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Things lately around here.Jack's doing great. I have lots of thoughts on standardized tests these days, but can't get into it at the moment, as I am on my way out the door, going to my first photography class.A mom wrote me today about an upcoming IEP meeting. We have one in April, getting Jack ready for MIDDLE SCHOOL! I can

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Gunny likes to pee on Pick's snowmen. Go spring! © Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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The Bald Eagles of Miami County, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.It was an incredible day for me. One thing I've considered a lot since the new year's resolutions; I stopped getting out like I used to. My mom posted a photo just like this one of a bald eagle at the end of her driveway. My parents live on the Mississinewa. It's where I grew up. All of those years, I never once

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Water Softener guy came back.  Dealt with Tom.  They had a nice chat.  Did stuff.  I scrubbed all tubs and toilets and sinks once again, because the two of them seemed so certain that they'd figured out the problem. And the water stayed orange. "It takes awhile to clean out the pipes," Tom said.  I knew he would soften once the Water Softener guy and him spent an afternoon together.  Before, he

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Explaining works for most situations.  Even over explaining.  You never know.  Plant it in there.  When their eyes gloss over, keep going.  It does them good to suffer a long pontification once and awhile.  But once they're, say, 10-years-old, they go through this phase of thinking family life is a U.N. assembly. So I've become tiger mom.  Tiger lite.  Tiger astrologically.  Tiger, as in, 'Get

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"Dear Mom, I love why you laugh. Love, Jack" This has had me thinking all morning. And that's what I love the most about him. © Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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Katie and Scott's Wedding-6388, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.What we would look like at Z's birthday party, if we could all have our wish of magically poofing into the same space without risk of scrambling our atoms (though I wouldn't mind accidentally acquiring some of their brain cells).I wish those kids would get to work on that Star Trek transporter.Happy Birthday, dear Z!

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Last February (2009). We planted bulbs together. (new cropped version), originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.She didn't grow up fast, but she has done quite a bit of it since this blog began.Halfway through first grade already.

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Hungry at a quarter 'til one am, earbuds playing Pachelbel's Canon in D Major (to assist the mood setting of a chapter in which the hero gets mauled by a wild hawk), first she skimmed a useful blog about herbalism with a link to Vanity Fair about modern medicine killing us, which she knew she shouldn't get distracted with at this hour of the night, so she clicked over to a commenter's blog

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Great Blue Heron in Breeding Plumage, originally uploaded by trykemom.Great Blue Heron in Breeding Plumage by TrykemomI've wanted to capture a photo like this of a GBH since I was a kid.Trykemom's the master.

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091128_123620, originally uploaded by cmrowell.Photo by CM Rowell.I want to go here.That's how you know it's a great shot.

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It's been 20 minutes. So far so good. ... I expect the shakes to get started any minute now. --- Eight hours later. Nevermind. Pickles uses my account to play her JumpStart.  I was reactived about five times today.  I guess my fear is confirmed.  You can't break up with Facebook. I will just have to learn how to disconnect my guilt complex and ignore it as much as I possibly can. ©

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A tufted titmouse sat on a bough outside my kitchen window, waiting in line at the feeders, watching me as I drank my coffee.  I was involuntarily swaying my hips to the music of The Decemberists, trying to shake off an early headache caused by dehydration (and female things)--I am not drinking enough water this week because our water tastes like metal.  The more I looked at him, the more he

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George and Gunny have a love hate relationship, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Most people can't tell George and Fred apart. George is always the one who turns on Gunny. Fred let's Gunny bounce up to him and bark or nuzzle. Fred knows the dog gets bored pretty easily if you just ignore him, but George is too prideful to put up with it. Even in snow.Gunny ran straight to me

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This water topic is boring for anyone who takes her water for granted.  My apologies.  The water has been an issue since we moved here.  It's the reason we purchased the Lexus of water softeners, you might remember.  It's a high maintenance machine, our softener.  We have always blamed ourselves for the return of the rust stains, because the machine is so intelligent, it has to be our fault.

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Then we thought, how many hands can we get in there?, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Happy Thanksgiving!(Photos. Backlogged. Eesh.)

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Jack Reading James and the Giant Peach, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.

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Why, gnat?  Why??  And now there's another gnat, flying around the screen looking for him. "Gnatty?  Gnatty??? WHERE ARE YOU???" I feel so damn guilty. 'He's in my nose.' "What??" 'He's in my nose, ma'am.  Sorry.  I really thought he was going to pull away last second there.  But he went right up the hole and he's not coming back out.  Not alive, anyway.' Loud sobs.  (Well, loud sobs in

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Teaching myself guitar. That's right. And today I learned two chords. The chords that are open stringed chords, but still. People keep asking, 'Do your fingers hurt?' I keep thinking, 'This is nothing compared to the early days pain of breast feeding.' That would obviously lead the conversation from fingertips to nipples, so I keep that observation/comparison to myself.  The guy who fixed our

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He's auditioning for a play about pirates this year. I want to be in this play, too!!! (I hope he gets the role with the peg leg and/or eye patch.) © Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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Today on Veria (so hooked), I learned how to whip up my own lipstick. I shall file this information away for when it becomes absolutely necessary to do this. Shortly after the apocalypse, I mean. Tomorrow?  Treating my own foot fungus using long forgotten ingredients in the back of my fridge.  Hey, Zilla.  It's like taking a MacGyver class!  If only the Yoga wasn't so brutal.  It's pain Yoga.

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We were hot on the trail with Sunny Savage from Veria, Jack and me.  I was scribbling down a recipe for chickweed pesto--no joke.  (You can also make a tea out of it, which is good for colds and flu.)  Unfortunately, I have no chickweed at this time.  Nor am I confident I'll be able to recognize it in the wild this springtime.  But that's not the point.  The point is that Jack sat and watched 

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She's just got to stop groaning on my bed two feet behind me. Please, doll.  Please resist this phase. "Groan ...groan...GROAN..." Just. Keep. Typing. "Mom?" "*sigh*" "Mom!" "Er??" "Are you going to go out to the garage and get my box house for me?" "Huh?" "The house I was making before Christmas until dad took it out into the garage.  I wanna build more on it." "No." "What?" "No, I'm

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Tom was all cocky about it, and then he fell on his face., originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.

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© Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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Indiana isn't terribly cold right now.  It's not buried in snow.  It's just enough winter.  Just what January is supposed to be.  Sure, the white and frigid isn't cute any more after the holidays.  People get over it pretty quickly around here. (December 17th..."When's winter gonna be over???"  Um, it's not even winter yet.) Winter's not bothering me very much.  My home is warm.  Just peeked

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Jack & Tom.Right after this year's Christmas choral concert.  He's huge, I know.Jack was getting teary this year whenever he heard the somber carols.  I asked him once what was wrong during 'Silent Night' and he said, "It's just so beautiful."  I was speechless.Knowing this about him ahead of the concert, seeing him up there watching his music teacher, his face all serious and focused on getting

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And that's all there is to it. © Copyright 2011 Angeline Larimer

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Let's just say I'm not calling myself a greenie this month.  I'll keep my mouth shut at least once next summer when somebody starts going on about the awesome destruction power of Seven. Tom begged me to stop.  Said I was going to kill the nice bacteria. I said, "Screw THEM!  They should stop fixating on the sewage and take up arms against the iron eaters!" No, I said, "Okay.  I'll stop." I am

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*sigh* Was distracting myself earlier. I made a mistake and skimmed a news piece on Yahoo about the Tucson tragedy, where over 45,000 comments had already been left, half of them yelling at the other half, and I thought, 'Man, I can't take much more of this.  Ten years, almost.  Ten years of the yelling and rending and nastiness...'    Just then, my Facebook friend Hawaii Five-O updated his

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Angeline Larimer ...smells like rosemary and rust. Oh, Facebook. You've ruined me. I'm grateful for all of the reconnections, but I can't write any more. (How did I used to do this?  Let's see...) Remember this? The Lexus in the Laundry Room It's okay if you don't. The water has been an on and off again problem STILL these last three years following the installation of the superior water

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Pickles was sobbing when she got home. An eye fell off her gingerbread girl at some point between leaving her classroom and realizing it in the driveway. Inconsolable. "Is...is...is dad home???" "No.  Why?" "So he can go find the bus and check the floor, or go back to the school if he doesn't find it." *Snot all over the front of my shirt at this point. "Uh, honey, that's not going to happen."

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Why? "What I really wanted was every kind of life, and the writer’s life seemed the most inclusive." — Susan Sontag "The writer is either a practicing recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one--or both. Usually both." — Susan Sontag "Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It's all about paying attention.

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I'm not 20-something any more and most of my heroes have passed on. It's all about how I see myself in the mirror from now on, and the example I set for my children. So long as the bar is set pretty high, that's plenty enough to worry about. I can honestly say, there is no other life I envy. It's a grand state of being.  No longer fearing the judge. © Copyright 2005-2011 Angeline Larimer

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I'm almost over Danno and have moved along my affections to Steve. Stephen? Nah, couldn't call him Stephen. I'd probably call him...Thor.  Steve is just a hard name for me to choke out.  Maybe a desperate "Stevie" if I was in mortal danger. Not a fan of calling someone of former romantic attachment by his last name.  Like, "Hey, McGarrett.  Been a long time.  You're looking well, though.  Sorry

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Nothing ever gets started on New Year's Day for me.  I either have company, or children still home from school, a husband cramming in the last steps of his holiday project, or a tree to take down...or... oh... oh, yeah... ahhhhhhhhh.... Sorry.  I got a Homedics chair massager for Christmas, and... Uhhhh.... Goals. GOALS! I'm supposed to think of goals today.  Starting them.  Something..

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Go Pickles, GO!, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.

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Miss Pickles is now Seven, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.She had a wonderful birthday.We had her grandparents, good friends, and lovely winter weather to bring us all into the Christmas spirit.Seven will be easy for me to accept, because she's such a warm hearted child. This is the best age yet.She's the one who loves the parties, because she sincerely enjoys the company.

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[Originally posted 1/18/2008] Because of my son's misdiagnosis, I was forced to make a choice. A dozen or more educators and health care professionals failed him. At any given time, it would have been easier to hand him over and hope for the best, but we have one life. I have one clear obligation before I die. Don't. Fail. My children. Even if it means disagreeing with 'experts.' Even if

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Just occurred to me while scanning through Sinead O'Connor links (she was right about the vatican covering up sexual abuse of children, turns out) that Jesus Christ on earth would have smirked at me, my questions, my reluctance to participate with the rest of the group, and would likely have patted me on the head saying, "I'm not really worried about you, kid." I've heard this several times

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Fred Lately, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.We still have Fred (and George). They wanted me to tell you that.

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To the lady with the PhD who looked me in the eyes and told me he had a 20% chance of achieving normal to below normal intelligence (with the other 80% understood to mean WAY below normal intelligence): ****************************** Jack's Grades (first term/4th grade) Behavior  A Indiana History  B+ Language  A- Math  A Reading  A Spelling   A- Work Habits  A ************ ©

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The worst part was, there was dog poo all around us., originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell."Gosh, you really are stupid __fill in the blank__."This is why I stopped blogging.Not you.Others.Really stupid other people.And in case you were wondering, Tommy went inactive on his Facebook recently. He couldn't take other people's drama any more.A particularly painful break-up involving a

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Snoop Doggy Tom, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.

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That's my boy., originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.I don't need to tell you how proud I am of my kid.

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Dear Scott Caan, Please hire Hawaii Mark as a recurring surfing instructor character for your show Hawaii Five-O on CBS. Thank you. Watched it last night.  The one where Kono gets a neato too-good-to-be true boyfriend, and there were about ten or fifty interesting plot possibilities all crammed in there (rich people taking over Hawaii, local gangs protecting Hawaiian way of life, wild boars

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She played a sergeant who rifle butted you in the guts if you whined too much. I was in this movie, too, which seemed like real life at the time.  Props master provided real leaches, anyway.  "Emma!  I mean, Sarge?  I've got a leach on my foot.  Can we stop shooting for a second??" Then, 'WHAP!' right in the gut.  She sounded just like Tom Beringer when she said, "If I hear one more @#%$ing

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I started this last April 2010: Jack stays home while Pick goes to ballet. He loves ballet day. He does a terrible job of hiding how happy it makes him to have the place to himself. He loves it so much, he agrees to my list of demands without complaint.  'You'll clean your room?'  'Yeeesss.'  'You'll go get the gate for us?'  'Yeeeeees.'  'You'll feed the cat?'  'Uh-huh!  Just GO, mom. 

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I filled this out several months ago.  Not sure why I don't publish things any more.  I suppose it's from paranoia over who reads me now thanks to Facebook.  The hell with it.  My answers tell you far too much about me, but there's no turning back at this point.  Not without witness protection: *** 1. Do you have an iPhone and, if so, how do you get apps and what are your favorites? Yes. Huh? I

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This just happened: Tom:  "If I were you and couldn't find a nut that fits, I'd go to Lowes." Me:  "I thought I'd ask you first since you're the keeper of the nuts around here." Tom:  "Sounds like I don't have the size you need." Me:  "You don't have a hidden collection of nuts I could go through?" Tom:  "NO, I don't have a hidden collection of nuts. I've got nails and screws. If you

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I had a thing about totems awhile back when we were looking at houses in 2006.  I was wrong both times.  It wasn't the heron or the deer.  I know now I was grasping for any excuse to rationalize those other houses.  Thankfully we let financial instability decide and not the woodland creatures I spied going about their business in the yards. I finally know who my animal is, though, now that I

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I had a dream last night that Jon Stewart took me to the state fair to see a Stevie Nick's concert.  It was dark and I was sleepy, people were everywhere, parking was difficult, and then it started to rain. Before we got to the stage, everything went black.  I woke up in the back of a moving pick-up, rain still coming down, and Jon said to me, "Hey, you.  You fell asleep." "I did?" "Just before

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I was a little more awake this year., originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Pickles was nervous last night, but woke up hamming it up and ready to go.Jack played it cool, trying to bargain with me about all A's for video games. He remembers how I told him, "It'd be hard for me to make the argument that video games rot your brain if you come home with wonderful report cards." They

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Hanging Her Heavy Head, originally uploaded by Life in the Pumpkin Shell.Oh golly, it's starting to hit big.School's coming up soon. When I started this blog, Jack was heading into 4-year-old preschool. Now he's getting ready for 4th Grade.The summers are too short for me. Made shorter by the days forced inside because of heat. I work hard, unconscious of the clock, thinking it'll all get

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