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Category Archives: Joan
I have been playing outside. (Tried to start cutting on that tree, but my neighbor came over to help and ended up knocking the chain off. Still trying to find the repair manual… Sigh.)So I have some photos to warm … Continue reading
And it’s only February.Which means it’s time to post pictures of the weather, which is our reward for living in hell for 9 months out of the year.Taken today: Flowering pear (I think): Apropos of nothing, one of my Firefox … Continue reading
Soon it will be time to start Warming Joan. (And apparently, Lene, and Manise, and Bev, and Angie, and Bams, and Zarzuela, and Squish, and …) Here is a tiny little taste… Look, the leaves are finally turning! In the … Continue reading
Sigh.Two more days until the DH is home from his trip and I can go somewhere and be ALONE. (He thinks he’s going to be all huggy and kissy and lovey and “I missed you so”, but really, I’m going … Continue reading
First, a flower for Joan. My geranium is blooming again. Today starts the JoanCookieLace project. I wound the yarn, I found the needles, I am paralyzed and have not started yet. Sigh.When DH is gone for any length of time … Continue reading
ETA: I think Haloscan is down. (Either that, or they spontaneously decided to dump me.) That means no comments until ees feeksed. Ees feeksed! Ees no feekst again. It appears ees really feekst this time. YMMV. Valentine’s weekend we went … Continue reading
First, the Warm. (This was days ago – it’s actually cool, gray and rainy today, which I love – will mean some fantastic allergies wildflowers for Joan.) Second, the Hate. I have discovered that I can EITHER have a life, … Continue reading
Things I love: That my kid saw the ice cream truck at the park the other day and shouted, “Look Mama! The Song Truck!” and continued to call it that even after Daddy bought him ice cream from the window. … Continue reading
Which means I should have started with the Joan-warming pictures YESTERDAY! I have an excuse, though. My punk-ass brother got married on Saturday, and there were more family things on Sunday, and then I napped. (Sorry, Joan.) My dad was … Continue reading