tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79454074567880510752026-09-20T04:00:21.361-07:00dive into all that is Kimkim•ber•lyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829589033814069102noreply@blogger.comBlogger560125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945407456788051075.post-53155836190525960762014-03-11T19:58:00.000-07:002014-03-11T19:58:31.308-07:00

Ah, February. Boy did it go by fast! {That may become a refrain} It was filled with food {the GAPS diet variety}, bowling, bi-weekly visiting my Dad {and bringing him his warm clothes}, and a little something to crochet to keep me occupied until we know if we are getting a niece or nephew {and then the serious knitting can begin}. Happiness is like a jam, you can't spread even a

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Boy, January came and went faster than I thought it would! And I only got one post out. Well, maybe February will be a blogging flurry {don't count on it...} Here is what all we did, as captured on Instagram: Take your time, Don't live too fast. Troubles come, And they will pass. ~ unknown

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It's been a while since I've posted. I had really hoped that when I quit working that I would be able to blog a lot more frequently. And, wow, I got one post in before life came swooping in and off was another overwhelming life task. I was actually preparing a post on making yogurt when we got the call from my parents' neighbor that my mom needed some help and off we were. At this point I'd

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A week and a half ago, I got to spend the afternoon with my Dad while my Mom went to a doctor's appointment. And, now that I'm not working any more, this is going to be more of an every week occurrence - something I'm very excited about since my Dad has Alzheimer's and every day with him is precious. He's got about a 10 minute limit on conversation memory so I've got to remember not to

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One of the things that I wanted to do with my new found freedom was to focus on food - making sure that the family was eating better. And, maybe, using food as a means to heal or improve my health. It took a week or so before I was feeling good enough to start cooking - that first week off I ended up getting sick and ended up in urgent care two days in a row. But, as soon as I started feeling

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Why, hello, there. It's been a while. From the dearth of posts, you can tell how well I've been feeling lately. And, quite frankly, that is the entire reason for this post. For, I found that I started losing a bit of my life piece by piece. The last time I knitted was in November. I no longer did anything on Saturday so that I could be well rested for the work week. And, this was in addition to

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I know. I know. It's been months since I've posted on the trip and you already know we got home. Not much suspense there. But, we did drive by the beach on the way home... First, though, we said good-bye to the city. The tom-tom wanted us to go the straight and narrow home. But, we had other plans, so we drove around in circles and took the wrong way on one way streets until we finally

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Bright and early Saturday morning {well, as bright and early as I get}, we walked to catch the bus to the stadium. We didn't really know where to catch the bus... ...and Keith needed to get breakfast {I have a my own special breakfast that I always take along}. As Keith got his breakfast, I quickly snapped a picture of how the street names are stamped into the sidewalks. It was a quick

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With the happy coincidence of ASU playing in a bowl game in San Fransisco and our 25th wedding anniversary this year {and our children being complete duds in not throwing us a silver anniversary party}, we decided to take an extended vacation and drive to San Fransisco and enjoy the game. {And, if you buy that, you don't really know us very well} The true story is: We'd have gone to the game

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I do so enjoy the month of gratitude. It is so much easier to post a little note about what I am thankful for rather than preparing pictures for a full blown post {and I just can't seem to help myself or become less verbose}. That is why I am liking Instagram so much. It at least keeps me taking a few pictures, capturing what is going on in my {overwhelmingly crazy, yet really boring} life. So,

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One of the great things about the company I work for is on the day before major holidays, they will close their offices at noon and most of the employees get the rest of the afternoon off. I have started a tradition of shopping for boots on the day before Thanksgiving, now that I know that I just need to keep on trying on boots in bigger and bigger sizes until I can zip the boots closed over

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I am blessed. I eat three square meals a day {plus many a snack in between}. I've got plenty of warm clothes for winter and lightweight clothes for summer. Some of them I've made myself. I've got a place to lay my head at night. It's an awesome house that became our home 16 years ago. Emma learned to walk in this house and we have a wall where all out kids have been measured as they grew up. I

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I'm sure this is a little cliche as every other mommy blogger has written something flowery about how wonderful it is to be a mother. Even a couple of years ago, I sung its praises. But what really must be said is that each of my children have changed me most prfoundly. Leah, besides the most obvious of actually making a mother, opened my eyes to what it means to not control your entire world {

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Several years ago, we got a cute little puppy from our next door neighbor. She was so small we put a bell on her collar so we wouldn't step on her but she was so lively that she was never at risk of being stepped on! She has been such a joy to me. Her fiestines is legendary. She has a love/hate relationship with her babies: she tears them limb from limb and them loves them with kisses. If you

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The thing about learning to rest is that eventually all you do is sit around on your duff, er, resting. And, for a while, that is a good thing since your body needs it but you know when you are getting better when you start to get bored. That happened for me a couple of months ago. I was very excited. It is a strange feeling to get excited about being bored. But, after sitting around for 5 and

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I took a nap this afternoon after church and our weekly Costco run. And I have to say, I love naps! I don't understand why kids fight them. My favorite time in my life was when I was working part-time with Fridays off. On Friday, I ran errands and ate lunch with Emma after picking her up from preschool. After lunch, she would get her 'friends' and line them up on the pillow and all of us would

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Yesterday, I took a sick day to sleep off a headache. Something that has been happening less often this year after figuring out that ear pressure has been playing a part in my headaches and getting a diagnosis of Eustachian Tube Dysfunction. I actually went two months without a headache or burning a sick day after going on Flonase! And, even though it hasn't been the miracle cure I had hoped it

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One thing that took me a while to add to my health care regimen was masssge regimen was massage therapy. When I first started having headaches, I had a lot of fear and that made it difficult to try anything new, which seems just downright crazy to me now. But, once I started getting massages, it helped my headaches so much that I now won't go more than two weeks without one. Today is massage day

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It is an awesome thing that we all have a part in the process of choosing our leaders. Sure, we squak, argue, intimidate, and litigate but we generally have a semi-peaceful transition of power between one leader to another. Especially compared to others... It is so much better than worrying if the king is going to have an heir, or if there will need to be a coup/civil war to get rid of a corrupt

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Working in the IT field has its pros and cons. Staring at a computer screen all day long - definitely a con, especially for a migraineur. But, being able to work from home is one of the things I have always treasured. I started telecomuting when I was pregnant with my oldest daughter. She's now 21, so you can imagine how technology has changed. I would connect to work with a 300 baud modem {

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Five and a half years ago I started having migraines, out of the blue. These past years have been a learning experience on how to take care of myself, how to not discount my pain, how to not work when I had a headache and actually use my sick days, and, best of all how, to enjoy lazy Saturdays/Sundays. That last one has been most essential for it is how I rest up for the work week. Many times,

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This morning, the kids and I got up bright and early {for me, on a Saturday}, and went to get our hair cut. We go to a friend of mine who we met through my kids school. My son and her son are the same age and went to the same preschool and then the same school all the way through high school. And now both are in their first year in college. My, how the time flies! She has been cutting our hair

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That first November of blogging was an election year, just like this year and, for me, that election was full of fear. I could bearly sleep with all that was going on both in my life and in the election. The solution? Gratitude. 30 days of it. And it did the trick. I felt so much better that month. And, thus, the tradition of blogging every day in November, being publicly grateful for a different

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Well, September came and went. We were going to celebrate Emma's birthday and I had delusions of grandeur. As a result, running less sleep than I generally run on, I was found vacuuming the house and cleaned up the kitchen one Tuesday {something I haven't done in years}, thinking I was healed. Keith was worrried. My retort, "You don't know how little I've slept these past three days!" 

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Previous: Dreamscicle, Clue 1: Emergence, Clue 2: Growth   This clue added a smaller leaf on top of the newly finished larger leaf of clue 2 and a cluster of nupps in place of the bud. The nupps were not my friend. I ended up using 6 stitches in my nupps, otherwise they would disappear. Plus, I found them hard to work, as this is my first time ever working with them. I found that I

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