tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24278717527019937832024-02-06T19:58:04.755-08:00details to followbeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.comBlogger362125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-74519008804839808332013-01-30T12:11:00.003-08:002013-01-30T12:11:44.114-08:00Wrapping paper solutionMine is not the great compared to the one I used as <a href="http://www.homemadesimple.com/en-US/HomeOrganization/Pages/gift-wrap-storage-ideas.aspx?TID=98ab333c-699a-4e34-bc3c-81a5f2802d48" target="_blank">inspiration</a>, but I wanted to keep it cheap. Someday I would like to have a wrapping station on the wall, but this works well for now. Much better than it used to be.<br />
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<br />beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-19799655984779229322013-01-30T12:05:00.002-08:002013-01-30T12:05:25.100-08:00Book of Mormon storiesRemember that friend? She is the one who taught me how to do this! Like I said, she is amazing. But remember all the credit goes to her (Jen Lebel), although I did make these ones. She has a fabulous <a href="http://www.laundrywillwait.blogspot.com/2011/11/kaylas-scriptures.html" target="_blank">craft blog</a> as well.<br />
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If you want to make them yourself, <a href="http://www.u-createcrafts.com/2009/11/creative-guest-craftaholics-anonymous.html" target="_blank">click here</a>!<br />
<br />beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-40704414889654677222013-01-30T11:48:00.001-08:002013-01-30T12:08:55.385-08:00Advent CalendarI have an amazing friend. And when I asked her if she would be willing to partner with me on this project (which was a little over my head), she agreed immediately. I never could have done it without her. She also posted about this on her <a href="http://www.laundrywillwait.blogspot.com/2012/12/these-calendars-didnt-get-finished-for.html" target="_blank">awesome craft blog</a>.<br />
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We found this on a <a href="http://leth9thrs.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-advent-option.html" target="_blank">ward website</a>. They had made it as a Relief Society project. Now that we have done it, we have no idea how they could have done this in one afternoon. Obviously someone did a lot of prep work.<br />
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In attempt to actually do the things I find on Pinterest, I made this growth chart. Knowing I probably won't be in this house forever, I loved the idea of having something to take with me. I am certainly not a crafty person when it comes to wood, but I actually accomplished this! I was so proud of myself, especially since it semi-resemble the ones in the tutorial. To see the tutorial yourself go to this website:<a href="http://517creations.blogspot.com/2011/04/ruler-growth-chart-pottery-barn-knock.html" target="_blank"> 517 Creations </a><br />
<br />beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-90958597796564811382012-12-04T09:37:00.001-08:002012-12-04T09:37:47.799-08:00High School SubstituteIt really is as horrible as it sounds. My first day doing high school was yesterday. I had to monitor the computer lab. At first I actually tried to make them follow the rules. After serious teen attitude (meaning gigantic, ghetto, senior boy telling me to get out from behind his shoulder and questioning everything I did), I decided I don't get paid enough to be the bad guy. After first period I basically let them do whatever they wanted. By 5th period I was the "cool sub." A kid walked in and was surprised to see me; at which point another kid said "yeah, we have a sub today, but she's cool." I have been out of high school for 10 years, and I still get nervous around these kids! <br />
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Also on the upside, one girl complimented my outfit! Now that is a real success.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-62247303995506630952012-12-02T20:56:00.003-08:002012-12-02T20:59:30.083-08:00I'm blind and dumbScabooch is back (our Elf on a Shelf). Naturally I wanted to take a picture of him and LM together on his reappearance. I grabbed my camera and adjusted the settings. I looked through the viewfinder and noticed the lens wasn't focused correctly. I could hear it adjusting, but it wasn't focusing. I knew it had to be broken. I tried some different angles, but nothing was working. In a panic I took some pictures. I looked at the display screen, and the pictures were fine! What the heck was going on? Then I realized I wasn't wearing any contacts or glasses. My camera isn't broken...I am! beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-11225247893214969222012-11-13T10:12:00.003-08:002012-11-13T10:14:00.089-08:00Some journalingI was recently talking with a friend who is going through a very significant and difficult change in her life. Although quitting my job was very minor compared to what she is going through, we discussed some of the similarities. As we were talking she asked if I was journaling all of these important feelings and thoughts. I realized I hadn't taken the time to put it down in words thus far...<br />
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After 6+ months of freedom, I still wake up and give a sigh of relief that I don't have the stress of my job anymore. I go to lunch with friends from work and still give thanks that I don't have to go back to work with them afterwards. As different events happen at work, I still enjoy knowing I don't have to work long, long days in a row. I don't have the stress of preparing for and executing the event.<br />
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Leaving my job was hard, harder than last time because it was a complete break. Last time I was still employed as an on-call salesperson. Last time I quit to stay at home. This time I quit to seek other employment (at least initially). I left my dream job to work somewhere else!!<br />
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When I started working after college, I had absolutely no idea I could find so much satisfaction and fulfillment from a career. It was like the job was tailor made for me. Fast-paced, always, always changing, an amazing social environment with people I loved, challenging, and of course one of my true passions in life. <br />
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But there were negative things, as there always are. And overtime the negative started to outweigh the positive. And finally the negative outweighed the positive to a point where it became not my dream job, but "my own personal hell." (The friend I mentioned earlier described her current life situation this way; it seemed applicable, although maybe a little strong for my situation.) It was time to part ways.<br />
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I miss the best parts. I still ache when I remember the parts I loved. I sigh when I think of things I don't or can't do anymore. But the relief is stronger. And as I continue to reflect on what has come to past, I am grateful I made the decision. Come what may it was completely worth it.<br />
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And that is how the conversation ended. beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-91890086816303814592012-11-01T18:47:00.001-07:002012-11-01T18:48:48.556-07:00Photo Book<object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" height="425" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"/><param name="flashvars" value="configXMLURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=0aaNnDRqypxY&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true"/><param name="menu" value="false"/><param name="quality" value="best"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="configXMLURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=0aaNnDRqypxY&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"></embed></object><br />
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"Mom, I think I'm turning Mexican."<br />
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"Really, why?"<br />
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"Well, I'm learning Spanish in school. And we eat Mexican food all the time. And now I'm all brown from being at the pool. If I get any browner I think I will be Mexican."<br />
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I was explaining to LM why learning Spanish will be such an asset to him when he is looking for jobs later in life. He got really excited.<br />
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"Oh yeah Mom! I can work at La Hacienda (local Mexican restaurant). And then I can eat there on my lunch break."<br />
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Not really the job opportunity I had in mind.<br />
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<br />beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-4294667267823258472012-10-04T19:35:00.003-07:002012-10-04T19:35:44.248-07:00A little about Smarties<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-48739255196077379982012-10-02T21:29:00.000-07:002012-10-02T21:29:08.036-07:00Snapshots of a Good Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-22105372437354819672012-10-02T10:39:00.002-07:002012-10-02T10:41:37.653-07:00Lost and now found<b><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I've finally made a decision.</span></span></span> </b><br />
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When I quit my job I couldn't imagine not working full-time. For 3.5 months I applied for any positions I was qualified for (over 80 jobs). No one wanted me! I got one interview for a job I wasn't really qualified for as became apparent during the interview.<br />
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Somewhat discouraged and enjoying the stay-at-home life, I started to consider not working at all. LM started school, and I was able to be with him before and after school. I also spent time volunteering and a lot of "me" time.<br />
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After about 1 month of this I realized it wasn't going to work. I was able to fill my time for one month, but I can't do this the whole school year. But I like spending more time with LM. So now I'm officially on the job hunt again for a part-time job. It feels good to have some direction in my life again. Now I'm not expecting this to be easy after my previous job hunt experience, but I think this is the right course for me at this time.<br />
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With that in mind, if anyone hears of some great job opportunities let me know!beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-40341784174333750302012-09-27T13:10:00.000-07:002012-09-27T18:51:36.469-07:00The Perils of a Crossing GuardToday's shift started like any other. My regulars showed up right on schedule. LM went down to school. And then something unexpected. A lady was walking towards me with a huge dog. The dog was definitely pulling against the lady, and it actually made me laugh...until they got to the crosswalk. Halfway through the dog jumps up on me, he seriously came up to my head, and gets his muddy paws all over me. The lady was apologetic and helping me wipe my clothes off, but there was nothing to do. She says "It will dry." Um...it's mud, I don't think it will dry clear.<br />
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I hate animals.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-32316235959112213712012-09-26T19:30:00.000-07:002012-09-26T19:30:00.271-07:00LM's fav new word"Morely"<br />
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"I really want this morely"<br />
"And morely I need..."<br />
"Morely I like..."<br />
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Now the whole family uses it.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-56819005144229619412012-09-26T15:00:00.000-07:002012-09-25T19:54:57.926-07:00Evolution of photosI'm not talking about the quality, although has evolved as well, I'm talking about...<br />
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2005 81 photos (including a trip to Europe)<br />
2006 292 (LM was born) <br />
2007 422 <br />
2008 285<br />
2009 3810<br />
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Case in point: LM's first football game, 600 photos! (I am the team photographer, so I do have some obligation to take more than of just my kid.)<br />
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The funny part is I edited down to 130. And then I used 4 scrapbooking. 4 out of 600. <br />
<br />beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-55747220609781659522012-09-25T18:47:00.001-07:002012-09-25T19:53:53.669-07:00Football seasonThis is LM's first year of football! While I wouldn't say he is the strongest player on the team, he loves it. I'm so proud of him for being a tough little boy. He has gotten hurt a couple of times, but always sticks it out. The team rule: "No blood, no bones, no tears." A little bit of an eek! for a mom, but it seems to work.<br />
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Here are a few random pics from his first game and practices. <br />
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beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-56094440800075327292012-09-25T18:35:00.000-07:002012-09-25T18:35:13.744-07:00I feel an itch...I haven't blogged consistently for a long time. In fact, I was starting to think this time in my life was coming to an end. And then I started going back through my posts. I've been organizing pictures on my computer and using my blog as a helpful timeline. I'm so grateful I blogged! It is a fabulous journal of misc. things in our life. The important events are easy to journal, but all those random things never seem to make it. But then there is the blog.<br />
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Now one of the fun parts about blogging is having people read it. I don't know if anyone really looks at mine anymore, but here's to blogging, I'm back!beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-9214264819641533722012-08-14T16:35:00.000-07:002012-08-14T16:35:52.006-07:00Back to School!LM got into Harritt Elementary Spanish Immersion program! His immediate reaction: "I don't want to go. I don't want to learn Spanish." Awesome-now you tell us. But we're going there. Turns out he was just afraid and scared. After all we have been talking about Kalapuya a lot since the school year is starting soon. So today we went and registered, took a small tour of the school, and spent some time in the first grade classrooms. They even had a welcome gift for LM. They completely understood how he felt, and now he isn't nervous at all. In fact he thinks we should only speak Spanish at home and had me get him a Spanish workbook to start doing now.<br />
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Of course the school supply lists between Kalapuya and Harritt are really different. We went from needing 20 glue sticks to 10 glue sticks and 3 liquid. We don't need ziplock bags, but we do need baby wipes. We don't need pencils, but we need pens. It goes on. Funny we already bought and opened pretty much everything, so now I have an extra 10 glue sticks for use around the house (actually 14, because the packs only came in sets of 12).<br />
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Overall we're pretty excited. I really wish I had this opportunity when I was a kid. (MOM)<br />
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Oh-and for those who are wondering, #2 on the wait list (we were 3) declined! It was one of the first things I asked. beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-62936951954186995602012-07-31T08:00:00.000-07:002012-07-31T08:00:00.572-07:00Thinking about 28<div style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">
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Me: "I want to play too!"<br />
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LM: "Ok, if someone gets hurt you can substitute."<br />
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15 years later and I'm still warming the bench.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-17445043890297729182012-07-29T17:44:00.002-07:002012-07-29T17:44:28.797-07:00Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouseExcept a mouse was stirring. It was stirring right through the kitchen by me. I always wondered how I would react to a mouse in the house. Not good. It was around 11:00 at night, but LM was still up helping me make gingerbread. Bill was wrapping gifts upstairs. Bonnie was sleeping. I started screaming; and I kept screaming. Then I started to get hysterical and almost crying. It was not pretty. Of course I woke Bonnie up. I actually got on a chair; I just didn't feel safe. It took over an hour to get me off that chair. The OCD kicked in. I felt like the whole house was contaminated. I thought there were mice every year. I was genuinely freaked out of my mind and could see no reason. I felt like I could never walk on the floor again without shoes and really didn't think I could ever leave the chair. My mind can really take me for a loop sometimes. Bill spent a lot of time calmly down and laughing at the same time--that didn't help. Before Bill threw the mouse out the door he had LM come up to see. Apparently everyone thought out of all mice this one was actually pretty dang cute. Bill said he had big ears just like Fivel. Of course Bonnie didn't even know who that was. It is funny now. It really wasn't funny then.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-33175375455552017222012-07-29T17:44:00.000-07:002012-07-29T17:44:06.682-07:00The Weidner curseI have said it before, and I'll say it again, when it comes to our boat we have a curse. Those who have gone on the boat with us or heard some of the stories will surely agree. While they provide us with some memorable stories, we've decided it is getting a little old. Here is what I think is a comprehensive of list of everything from the past three years:<br />
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<li>Battery dies when we are out a few miles on the river; have to be towed in. Then we had to drive the boat to the shop in Portland to get new battery put in.</li>
<li>Battery dies when we are out a few miles on the river; no one else is out so we paddle to nearest private dock. There is no house there. Paddle to the next private dock and get some help.</li>
<li>Put in boat and battery won't start. </li>
<li>Get pulled over on the water and almost get a $500 ticket which may or may not have been my sister's fault. Sheriff sends us back to land.</li>
<li>Car breaks down with hole in radiator. Did you know pouring pepper in the radiator plugs it up? Try it.</li>
<li>Car breaks down; friend drives up to Aurora to pick us up (at 10:00 pm). After this time we bought a new car.</li>
<li>Flat tire on the trailer about 1 mile from exit. Good thing we have a spare...with an old rusted lock on it. The lock won't open. I drive a couple of miles to the next exit to get bolt cutters only to find that all 3 hardware/lock stores are closed (6:30 on a Sat!). Drive back to boat with cutters from Target that end up not working. Drive to Sherwood (about 20 mins from where we are) to the closest Home Depot. Drive back and finally fix flat. Entire process takes around 4.5 hours from the time we left home to getting back.</li>
<li>Drive 2 hours to realize the wiring harness between the trailer and car has been dragged the entire way burning through wire. When this happens the trailer will not back up and the lights do not work. This took another few hours and some help to fix. </li>
<li>Out on rough waters and inadvertently break one of the heaters. </li>
<li>Went to take boat out and couldn't find place were boat was being kept, the life jackets, tool to put swim deck back on (it was the first time we were taking it out for the summer). Of course these problems come along with multiple boat owners, but still it has to happen to our family. Needless to say we end up not taking boat out because the entire process takes around 4 hours.</li>
<li>Finding someone whose battery died and towing them in. (ok not so much our bad luck, but sucks up precious time when you are out in the evening for just a few hours) </li>
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Many of these situations involve several hours and a serious lack of boating. However we have learned a lot along the way and benefited from many strangers' act of service. Boat owners everywhere unite when it comes to the never ending problems. In fact it apparently happens to a lot of people--except for everyone else who owns the boat with us.<br />
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Nevertheless we love the boat and enjoy the 2-3 months a year we get to use it well. It isn't worth it for everyone, but we would never go back.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-6705309792434430172012-04-29T23:47:00.000-07:002012-05-01T19:43:08.160-07:00Follow-up to LM protest of me buying clothes for him"Mom, these shoes are too small. Can you get me a new pair at work today?"<br />
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*The shoes are NOT too small.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-67107761195106171202012-04-27T23:44:00.000-07:002012-04-27T23:44:46.333-07:00Oh the demands of my public...One of my friends recently expressed her secret desire that I blog more often. After I told her I was quitting my job she responded was it wrong that her first thought was now I might have more time to blog?! So I have at least one person who reads my blog.<br />
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Someone might notice in the previous paragraph that I mentioned something about my job. Yup, I'm quitting again. Although for different reasons than last time. To sum it up it's just time for me to do something different. I don't have a new job yet, but I'm looking.<br />
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My last day is May 4th. So soon. You know how some people don't like change? I think I'm the opposite...poor Bill.<br />
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P.S. Semi-related note<br />
I still routinely change my sleeping position (and often Bill's). Last night I slept with my head at the foot of the bed (so Bill did too). I don't know why, but I just feel antsy.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2427871752701993783.post-58280633517382444402011-12-13T22:20:00.001-08:002011-12-13T22:21:27.181-08:00Every mother's worst nightmareLM: "Mom, will you PLEASE stop buying me more stuff!"<br /><br />In response to my latest purchase at Nordstrom, a pair of pants for him.beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297358198841629199noreply@blogger.com0