tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43046578089587727372024-03-19T16:59:11.213-04:00Sudden Needed and Happy Change In PlansThe fortune cookie held these words: "Be prepared for a sudden, needed, and happy change in plans!"pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-55933817647017831202010-07-31T05:30:00.005-04:002010-07-31T06:32:00.354-04:00Embarking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TFLpn3rJW5I/AAAAAAAACGE/ccuEKOFV1KU/s640/IMG_0162.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TFLpn3rJW5I/AAAAAAAACGE/ccuEKOFV1KU/s640/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Usually I sum up the month of posts when I do one of these ridiculous post-everyday-for-a-month-challenges. But I don't feel like doing that.<br />I decided to not look back.<br />Instead I will focus on what lies ahead...fix up the house, fix up the career, fix up the kid, and then see where we end up.<br />(post options is my friend)pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-16068933579137136862010-07-30T11:27:00.002-04:002010-07-30T11:29:48.795-04:00Blurry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TFLpnOhDAwI/AAAAAAAACGA/8nsB3xVT-JY/s512/IMG_0161.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TFLpnOhDAwI/AAAAAAAACGA/8nsB3xVT-JY/s512/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Late night in the train station. Don't you love it when trains are late? We're home now. Wish us luck.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-10447197313082014962010-07-29T23:07:00.000-04:002010-07-30T11:25:12.477-04:00Balance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TFLpj2ctfKI/AAAAAAAACFw/QnT1-pbRPIQ/s512/IMG_0154.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TFLpj2ctfKI/AAAAAAAACFw/QnT1-pbRPIQ/s512/IMG_0154.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In the garden. Yin yang...weeds and chosen.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-63925573229056767272010-07-28T11:04:00.002-04:002010-07-30T11:06:49.537-04:00Time Saver<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TFLplh5yKjI/AAAAAAAACF4/7qudxoPRCVc/s512/IMG_0158.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TFLplh5yKjI/AAAAAAAACF4/7qudxoPRCVc/s512/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Or so I thought. There are many things on my list for today, this might actually take two days. I'm cleaning out, polishing up, hoping my timing is just right. It will take a miracle for everything to fall in place the way it needs to...pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-76342530957655037912010-07-27T17:27:00.000-04:002010-07-27T17:34:43.980-04:00Saving My SanityPie, cheesecake, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE8iNW4_bdI/AAAAAAAACEI/szeb0QdGLIo/s640/IMG_0129.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE8iNW4_bdI/AAAAAAAACEI/szeb0QdGLIo/s640/IMG_0129.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />wine, and<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE8iMrXxfYI/AAAAAAAACEE/iBfjXHn-qnw/s512/IMG_0128.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE8iMrXxfYI/AAAAAAAACEE/iBfjXHn-qnw/s512/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />FRENS!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE8iLOCbp_I/AAAAAAAACEA/0fPPZyZze50/s640/IMG_0127.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE8iLOCbp_I/AAAAAAAACEA/0fPPZyZze50/s640/IMG_0127.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-91452705100299022812010-07-26T15:47:00.003-04:002010-07-26T16:05:37.254-04:00Be My GuestThe guest room is finally done. It's been 5 years since I daydreamed about making this space into some place welcoming. And it's been 2 years since I started the project. What got in the way? College expenses for one kid and a major health crisis for the other one. I was a little distracted.<br /><br />From the front door...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kax84reI/AAAAAAAACDs/yTzPcrq6tDw/s512/IMG_0126.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kax84reI/AAAAAAAACDs/yTzPcrq6tDw/s512/IMG_0126.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Down the hallway...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kaZaogfI/AAAAAAAACDo/jnD3d_qqyfw/s512/IMG_0125.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kaZaogfI/AAAAAAAACDo/jnD3d_qqyfw/s512/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Little tiny room...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kVRmBB7I/AAAAAAAACDY/0xlmH3_41pU/s512/IMG_0120.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kVRmBB7I/AAAAAAAACDY/0xlmH3_41pU/s512/IMG_0120.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />View from the bathroom...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kYvpm0aI/AAAAAAAACDg/iKKbL--sgJ0/s512/IMG_0123.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kYvpm0aI/AAAAAAAACDg/iKKbL--sgJ0/s512/IMG_0123.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />View from the bed...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kWFB9pPI/AAAAAAAACDc/7ed52QRS16Q/s512/IMG_0122.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kWFB9pPI/AAAAAAAACDc/7ed52QRS16Q/s512/IMG_0122.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Did you forget something?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kUdvqGcI/AAAAAAAACDU/04JVdzu2d5M/s640/IMG_0121.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE3kUdvqGcI/AAAAAAAACDU/04JVdzu2d5M/s640/IMG_0121.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There have been people staying in this room before it was finished (sorry Don, Martha, and Rachel). Not visible is the power strip in easy access to the bed, so you can use your laptop in bed.<br /><br />Wanna come visit me?pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-14582780757022121122010-07-25T17:39:00.002-04:002010-07-27T17:41:09.971-04:00Strawberry, Blueberry, Strawberry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE8in7e1JaI/AAAAAAAACFA/DI4Pmr_Gboc/s512/IMG_0146.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE8in7e1JaI/AAAAAAAACFA/DI4Pmr_Gboc/s512/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />'08. Back when I was happy.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-68463173462651105192010-07-24T16:18:00.001-04:002010-07-26T16:19:01.758-04:00More During<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE2Zq9G3RXI/AAAAAAAACBc/YRn0FwvNWqE/s512/IMG_0101.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE2Zq9G3RXI/AAAAAAAACBc/YRn0FwvNWqE/s512/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The room needs to be trimmed out.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-42894904752008499332010-07-23T16:14:00.002-04:002010-07-26T16:16:11.471-04:00This Week's Flowers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE2ZrvAnbjI/AAAAAAAACBg/E_h_ye16i1I/s512/IMG_0102.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE2ZrvAnbjI/AAAAAAAACBg/E_h_ye16i1I/s512/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Did you know that fruit flies love organic sunflowers? This may be the last time I buy some.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-86892783156596602422010-07-22T16:11:00.002-04:002010-07-26T16:13:26.430-04:00During<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE2ZsTv03PI/AAAAAAAACBk/H--iFAdLkSQ/s512/IMG_0103.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TE2ZsTv03PI/AAAAAAAACBk/H--iFAdLkSQ/s512/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The ceiling fan is up and running! Also, the dining room and upstairs hall light are working again after 2 years. For some reason, all 3 were connected. I can't tell you how excited this has me.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-24642672015089550972010-07-21T09:30:00.002-04:002010-07-22T09:34:33.014-04:00Before<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TEhHqgMWohI/AAAAAAAACBA/WzWfJCoksUE/s512/IMG_0099.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TEhHqgMWohI/AAAAAAAACBA/WzWfJCoksUE/s512/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A handyman-type person is coming over today to help me finish some projects around the house. I started remodeling about 2 years ago, then got distracted in a major, health crisis kind of way. This is the guest room sort of before. The real before picture would have been way too embarrassing to show.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-44263315570611641692010-07-20T08:52:00.002-04:002010-07-22T08:56:10.015-04:00Saving Even More Money<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDxIs7v7OJI/AAAAAAAAB-0/7AlkOroJMsQ/s640/IMG_0086.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDxIs7v7OJI/AAAAAAAAB-0/7AlkOroJMsQ/s640/IMG_0086.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Sold <a href="http://happychangeinplans.blogspot.com/2010/07/salvage-and-save-from-ruin.html">it</a>! And I almost paid for the new computer.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-79221869944973461052010-07-19T12:54:00.002-04:002010-07-19T13:00:12.664-04:00Has Any Human Ever Been This Happy?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TEIZ5KVbxfI/AAAAAAAACAA/ip8wBxnZrmg/s640/IMG_0095.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TEIZ5KVbxfI/AAAAAAAACAA/ip8wBxnZrmg/s640/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-85710368234624804762010-07-18T22:55:00.000-04:002010-07-19T12:59:17.506-04:00Record Data: Save<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/S0nYCQiWnPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/5ANHvIQjDVk/s640/IMG_1834.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/S0nYCQiWnPI/AAAAAAAABAQ/5ANHvIQjDVk/s640/IMG_1834.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Exactly 18 years ago today, I found out I was pregnant with this kid.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-53807956281730004122010-07-17T15:30:00.004-04:002010-07-17T16:19:58.012-04:00When You Say Uncle Like You Say DaddyThe sun penetrated right to my bones. The waves slurped against the edge of the lake. We sat back in our chairs on Uncle David's deck, looking up at the sky and identifying birds that flew over. <br />"Cardinal." he said.<br />"Gull." I said.<br />"Turkey buzzard."<br />"Any more chemo?" I asked him.<br />"Nah." He took a crumbled cigarette pack from his shirt pocket. Out came lighter from under the plastic outer layer, along with a cigarette. <br />"Doctor said no point in quitting now." he said, lighting it.<br />"Blue jay."<br />"Chickadee-dee-dee." I imitated the call.<br />I had my bathing suit on under my shorts.<br />"Uncle David, do you think I should swim across the lake to that rock and back? Or should I paddle your canoe around the lake?"<br />"You're going to do what you want no matter what I say."<br />"Canoe then. Wanna come?"<br />"Nah. I'm gonna sit here and watch for birds...Pat, I should have kicked his ass for you when I had the chance. I should have treated you more like a daughter after your dad died."<br />"It's okay, uncle. I stood up for myself, eventually."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs117.snc4/36214_110299262353308_100001197035036_65298_1258507_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs117.snc4/36214_110299262353308_100001197035036_65298_1258507_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Uncle David with his big sister (my mother), dressed for dinner</span>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-41210381397960500912010-07-16T16:21:00.004-04:002010-07-17T16:27:28.846-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TC-6BVtAS-I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Z4lcFxdaSZs/s512/IMG_0030.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TC-6BVtAS-I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Z4lcFxdaSZs/s512/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it.<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">~Antoine de Saint-Exupery</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-57040191918918338902010-07-15T11:26:00.001-04:002010-07-16T11:28:44.324-04:00Redemption: Save<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmbQEQltOwM&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmbQEQltOwM&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />"Hallelujah"<br />by Leonard Cohen<br /><br />Now I've heard there was a secret chord<br />That David played, and it pleased the Lord<br />But you don't really care for music, do you?<br />It goes like this<br />The fourth, the fifth<br />The minor fall, the major lift<br />The baffled king composing Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br /><br />Your faith was strong but you needed proof<br />You saw her bathing on the roof<br />Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you<br />She tied you<br />To a kitchen chair<br />She broke your throne, and she cut your hair<br />And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah<br /><br />Baby I have been here before<br />I know this room, I've walked this floor<br />I used to live alone before I knew you.<br />I've seen your flag on the marble arch<br />Love is not a victory march<br />It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah<br /><br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br /><br />There was a time you let me know<br />What's really going on below<br />But now you never show it to me, do you?<br />And remember when I moved in you<br />The holy dove was moving too<br />And every breath we drew was Hallelujah<br /><br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br /><br />You say I took the name in vain<br />I don't even know the name<br />But if I did, well really, what's it to you?<br />There's a blaze of light<br />In every word<br />It doesn't matter which you heard<br />The holy or the broken Hallelujah<br /><br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br /><br />I did my best, it wasn't much<br />I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch<br />I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you<br />And even though<br />It all went wrong<br />I'll stand before the Lord of Song<br />With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah<br /><br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br />Hallelujahpattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-21372211216499172802010-07-14T12:49:00.003-04:002010-07-16T11:31:17.538-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDoLuJEWFCI/AAAAAAAAB8o/JR9evufdRgQ/s128/Photo%20on%202010-06-03%20at%2023.20.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDoLuJEWFCI/AAAAAAAAB8o/JR9evufdRgQ/s128/Photo%20on%202010-06-03%20at%2023.20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Probably not the best time to have committed to posting everyday.<br />Unbloggable circumstances.<br />I need some major universe intervention. Some positive thoughts, prayer, intentions, meditation, etc. Please.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-68537966068041731362010-07-13T14:20:00.002-04:002010-07-13T14:33:03.654-04:00Refrain From Harming: SaveOh, look at Henry, sleeping so peacefully. So sweet!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDxIt5nNKZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/P9_ewmxQLaQ/s512/IMG_0087.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDxIt5nNKZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/P9_ewmxQLaQ/s512/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Not for long!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDxIxfrZHKI/AAAAAAAAB_E/3sss0NDQvgU/s640/IMG_0090.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDxIxfrZHKI/AAAAAAAAB_E/3sss0NDQvgU/s640/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />They really play rough, but they don't hurt each other. They remain the best of friends.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-78276034550854516602010-07-12T10:06:00.003-04:002010-07-12T10:25:30.751-04:00To Keep Up and Reserve for Personal or Special Use: Save<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDslgsn3qHI/AAAAAAAAB94/tVRP1dnCO9s/s640/IMG_0076.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDslgsn3qHI/AAAAAAAAB94/tVRP1dnCO9s/s640/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Here's the dining room table. Adorned with garage sale salt and pepper shakers, thrift store table cloth, candles, and flowers from my garden. The flowers are representative.<br /><br />From <a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_does_hydrangea_symbolize">WikiAnswers</a>:<br />The Hydrangea is a Chinese flower and represents expressing love, gratitude and enlightenment. It is a good choice of flower to give as a gift. <br /><br />From <a href="http://symbolism.wikia.com/wiki/Garlic">Symbolism Wiki</a>:<br />Garlic is a symbol of courage and strength.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-58197651510721046462010-07-11T15:09:00.002-04:002010-07-11T15:17:49.335-04:00Keep: Save<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVQJPeRwKek&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVQJPeRwKek&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object><br />(I saw it <a href="http://oneandonlywoods.blogspot.com/">here</a>.)pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-49147542826129787642010-07-10T15:01:00.004-04:002010-07-12T10:03:48.356-04:00Capture and Save<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDsgNHiPhJI/AAAAAAAAB9o/QkfdMHKQZwc/s640/IMG_0074.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TDsgNHiPhJI/AAAAAAAAB9o/QkfdMHKQZwc/s640/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Tomato art. I expect to be out of this weird slump/depression by Monday.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-3025355492265045422010-07-09T18:00:00.002-04:002010-07-10T18:07:27.017-04:00Save It For LaterToday I have<br /><ol><li>Mowed the lawn</li><li>Taken the trash and recyclables to the transfer station</li><li>Visited the farmers' market</li><li>Breakfasted with a friend</li><li>Returned the bottles (5 cents each for water and soda bottles=$11.75)</li><li>Donated a box of treasures to the Goodwill</li><li>Bought milk and OJ in glass (returnable) bottles</li><li>Wasted time playing Sims (OMG why did I start?)</li><li>Wished my son would speak to me</li><li>Played with the dog</li><li>Bathed the dog</li><li>Fed the animals</li><li>Run 2 loads of laundry</li><li>Cleaned the kitchen</li></ol>What have you done?pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-18590328344901772692010-07-08T13:06:00.002-04:002010-07-09T13:24:08.114-04:00Bring Into Safety: Save<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EIeUlvHAiM&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EIeUlvHAiM&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Did you ever wish you could just leave all this behind? I'm tired of all this dark.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304657808958772737.post-67682879098230800172010-07-07T10:53:00.004-04:002010-07-08T12:00:13.913-04:00Salvage and Save From Ruin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TBIE3b3DXRI/AAAAAAAABz8/2hbpOOuzE5E/s512/IMG_2146.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-EpbyW0jvtA/TBIE3b3DXRI/AAAAAAAABz8/2hbpOOuzE5E/s512/IMG_2146.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />One day, I left my computer on the kitchen table and went to work. I never did this before, and I will never do this again.<br /><br />Either a cat or a very mean person knocked over a glass of water which seeped into the logic board, or a very mean person poured water into the logic board on purpose. The very mean person denies having done anything but trying to rescue my computer from what the cat did. His story leaves many questions, but I decided to let it go. After a long time.<br /><br />It would have cost more to fix the laptop than buying a new one. So I got a new one. The genius at Apple said I could sell the ruined computer for parts. Which I will try to do.<br /><br />The flowers are on the stove because nothing will get ruined if the cat knocks over the vase.<br />My behavior has changed since this tragedy.<br /><br />Now I never leave my laptop anywhere but in my bedroom with the door closed.<br /><br />Now if I drink anything, I stay away from my computer.<br /><br />Now I try to make sure the cat has no opportunity to knock over containers of liquid.<br /><br />Now the very mean person is not allowed in the house when I'm not home.<br /><br />Now I need to try to sell the old computer.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17923358872986211342noreply@blogger.com1