My current non-Jayne project.
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Soreness and steaks.
Well, sure enough, my shoulders and upper back are quite sore today, a result of holding a 75 pound child upright for extended periods of time. Still, as the sacrifices of motherhood go, it could be worse.
My husband and I got a little time this morning together, and went to the local EarthFare. Right now he’s making a coffee bean and anise rub for some steaks, which he’ll grill up later. It’s an experiment, but it sounds like a tasty one. We also got some smallish baking potatoes, just for good measure. And now, my energy’s fading, so since my husband is home maybe I’ll try resting my eyes a little. It’s not easy to do – Em wants a lot of attention and interaction. That’s definitely a good thing and a step in the right direction, but it still wears me out. Early to bed tonight, for sure.
ETA: Dinner was wonderful. Mr. Tvini also grilled a zucchini we’d gotten at the farmer’s market. Delish!
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This is a free skate! Everybody skate!
As I try to find new things for Em to do this summer, I hit on an activity that I did a lot as a kid. Roller skating!
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Hallelujiah!
“Organist, Robert Ridgell plays a tribute to Michael Jackson in the postlude for the service from June 28th at Trinity Wall Street Church, Broadway, New York.”
Robert, by the way, is a native Charlottean. Gotta love an organist with a sense of whimsy. Play that funky music, white boy!
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Expialidocious.
Stay up too late on the internet and you find things. This has been stuck in my head all night. I like it.
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Chirp chirp.
We seem to have some guests in the attic. They’re welcome to stay – there is a screen between the house and the nest.I’ve been hearing them for a while but hadn’t been in the attic to notice them. I thought they might be in the overgrown holly bush out front. I guess I no longer have an excuse not to trim the shrubs. Darn.
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D&D Week 26 part 2: Grate Expectations.
When last we left our intrepid adventurers, they had come to the realization that their little friend, Flambe the bat, wanted them to go through a passage which was 30 feet underwater.
Palin: crap.
