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Beach, remodel and Christmas pictures

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I have been playing around with Picasa. They keep making it easier. No resizing, optimizing, or ftp ing to deal with.

This is Fort Mantanzes, south of St.Augustine. (Better pictures at http://www.nps.gov/foma/)
Maddy, my adorable niece, sitting in my lap, bundled in her life jacket, as we traveled on the intercoastal, looked up into my face and asked in a worried, earnest tone, " Is that where the troll lives?"

Pre K can be a confusing place. Was that Billy Goat story fact or fiction?
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The Landreths on Rattlesnake Island. Aren't you glad I got a camera with a zoom for Christmas. Thanks kids.
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The traditional, we have eaten way too much, must go for a walk if we are to continue breathing, Christmas Day walk in lovely Florahome.
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New Bathroom . Carl still has to put up crown molding and the closet door but it was functional before everybody arrived for Christmas We about did ourselves in making that happen though. I learned more about painting. Dark colors make me crazy. It dripped and got gooey and needs to be sanded and repainted in places. I am still a big fan of white.
Stock up on hurricane supplies. We’ve rented a condo for Labor Day weekend. Our family’s history of disastrous vacations guarantees an imminent strike on the East Coast of Florida. Oh please …oh please… vacation gods…let us play.

School has resumed and the madness is escalating at work as our department struggles to provide just adequate support for the technology that we have. If only we could soar…instead of limp along. The politics in the building are always interesting too. It amazes me that some can go so far with so little …as in so little intelligence, integrity or social graces. How do they do it?

Remodel update- wood flooring is installed in our bedroom. Carl and I can almost stand upright again. The room is painted Ralph Lauren’s Raffia – nice color, thank you very much K&B. Carl wants me to repaint the %@*! hall Raffia now. I told him the weight of another coat would probably bring the house down. That would be the fourth coat. But he’s right. It would look better. So m…

happy to be

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The lost month

It’s the end of July and I have nothing to show for it…no incredible tan, no “rested” looks, no lighter circles under my eyes, no new epic novels read. I do feel lucky though to still have a mother. It was doubtful that I would. Mom fell and broke her hip on July 2. She’s 83. Her surgery on July 3 went well and she was up and walking on day two. Unfortunately by day three she started developing other problems...stemming from a C-dif (clostridium difficile) infection. Did you know that over 80 % of elderly people who get this retched infection die from it. Me neither- until I started reading. I wish I hadn’t started reading because learning about infections in hospitals isn’t comforting. Stay ignorant if you can.

Our family converged on Birmingham to rotate shifts in the hospital so that Mom wouldn’t be alone. By Saturday she was recovering and was headed to rehab on Monday. I drove back to Florida on Saturday to avoid being caught in the rains predicted from Hurricane Whatever. I spoke…

Summertime and the living is busy

Each summer I think I’ll have plenty of time to do the things I never have time to do. But I never do- this expectation must be left over from my days in the classroom. I’m working four, ten hour days each week and we’re remodeling – the summer is going by in a whirlwind. We’ve spent a week with Katie and Barrett in their new house in Birmingham, went to Cedar Key for my birthday celebration weekend, (Thank you kind husband…that was a way sweet surprise) and I spent a weekend in Biloxi with my girlfriends from Alabama.

The weekend with the Alabama girlfriends was a lot of fun. The agenda consisted of nonstop catching up, eating, shopping and gambling. The camaraderie, food, and shopping were wonderful. The gambling was a bust. I have a very expensive plastic glass to show for my efforts (the word stupidity may be substituted for efforts here). I think I laugh more in those three days than I do for the entire rest of the year and I’m not really a somber person. I have a lot of fun with …

The Notsobrite's-Cases- 2, 3 and 4

Over the long holiday weekend Carl and I worked around the house. When we had all the fun we could stand here we went to the store and worked. He mowed while I attempted to weed. I bet passersby thought we had purchased one of those big butt women cutouts and stuck it in our flower bed. Nope. It was me. I weeded until I couldn’t breathe and every part of me was covered with sweat but the weeds remained victorious. They had been in control far too long to capitulate. I need heavy artillery to reclaim this strip of land. Hello Mr. Rototiller! Now who’s laughing hateful weeds? I can buy more junipers.

Over the long holiday weekend I painted our hallway the wrong color twice. I have tried to tell myself that it’s really not so bad but this morning after flinching upon flipping the light switch I realized it is…here goes coat number three. And it will be (insert drum roll here) a neutral sand color. The walls are currently the color of bile. That chip should have been labeled Bile not Sage.…

The Notsobrite's-Case 1

Thinking of changing our last name to Notsobrite. There is just cause.
Case 1. We are remodeling again. Have been for twenty-eight years…no lie. Carl and I removed “popcorn” from the ceiling in the hallway last weekend. We moved everything out before we began and closed all the doors leading to the bedrooms, closets, and bathroom. Carl even put plastic over the stairwell to keep the dust from floating downstairs. After trying several methods we decided the messiest looked best – of course. We used palm sanders to sand the texture off. It looks like the “knock down” effect that is on most of our walls. The dust was so thick we couldn’t see and we were both covered in drywall powder immediately. I whimped out after the first hour or so and Carl finished the job. The ceiling looks one hundred percent better. However, because we are Notsobrite, we didn’t think about our clothes closets. Our house is old and the bedroom closets are too small so we have larger closets that we use in the hall…

discovering the medium

Really enjoyed reading Dooce this AM. My first visit. Thanks Kate for the recommendation. Her barrette suggestion made me think about your braided ribbon barrette phase. What a cutie pie you were...and still are. But hair accessories are no longer a daily consideration. I think we should bring them back. I laughed uncontrollably over the corn dog incident. Noles has a fondness for masking tape lint rollers. An occasional tampon rounds out her diet of the forbidden but thank heavens she stopped chewing on the furniture. I gave her a bath this morning and she is a much better smelling dog. I love her nice calm personality. We’ve never had a dog that sort of minds. Lint rollers are cheap enough.

Life is Too Short

I find myself eating like a fat kid again…this from Ms. Fitness (2003). It’s amazing how fast you gain weight back when you are overeating and being a slug. No duh. Recently I have had cause to start thinking about my own mortality again. Damn lab reports. I am actually rationalizing eating whatever I want by saying to myself…life is too short to deny yourself the good stuff. I realize this is flawed thinking…but a rather intriguing concept. The Life is Too Short Diet. I think I could sell it. The Life is Too Short Life Style Handbook could follow. And then The Life is Too Short Shoppers Guide, and the LITS Vacation Planner. Imagine life without restrictions. Then we would need the LITS to Let Excessive Behaviors Destroy You series. Opportunities abound

newbie blogging

4-29-05
It has recently come to my attention that there is an entire dimension of communications that I'm missing out on...I can't stand missing out. I've got to try it. So here goes.

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grand pups

My children really need to start having babies. So we can stopped obsessing over these dawgs...I'm not talking to you Cara( please no dear God) ...but your older siblings.
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Frannie
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Aggie
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Nollie