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What I Hate about Summer
Most people say the heat. The humidity. Mosquitoes. I say Black Socks. Yes. You read that right. I said black socks. I hate black socks. Always have, probably always will. I will admit there is a time and a place for them (i.e. Men in suits, etc) but it doesn’t mean I have to like them. But you are probably wondering why that involves me hating summer. Well, the 2 are interconnected. J wears black socks to work because he has to wear stinky steel toes. Â Especially ripe in the summer months. But pretty much as soon as he gets home, off come the socks. Understandably so I must admit.…
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Nothing like a little child labour
to do my garden some good. Never too young to work for his keep I say! It’ll put hair on his chest. This I’m sure. He loves “helping” me garden. I’m glad he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. 🙂 On July 5th my garden needed a little tlc. Well not much, just needed to loosen soil and pluck off dead blossoms. Somehow my garden doesn’t get weeds. *knock on wood* so it’s pretty low maitenance. As you can see my garden is flourishing this summer. Although my little yellow dahlia is a little behind the 8-ball but now, a week later, it’s almost doubled in size. I really…
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E has a few words he’d like to share
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Grrr to hackers
So I awake yesterday morning, like every other Sunday morning — dragging my feet, to find out that my website had been hacked. How annoying. Why anyone would bother to do it is beyond me. It’s just a personal blog. Needless to say, I was pissed and a little at a loss. It took me the majority of the day to get it back. I ran into a few glitches with my host and they needed to look into a few things for me. By the time it was all ready to go and I could reinstall applications E was already in bed. We were due to be working on…
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What I know now
The past year has been one big learning curve. Some days I feel like I know what I’m doing and other days I’m lost, somewhere in oblivion. But, at least the days where I have some sort of clue have outnumbered the days I don’t. I’ve been trying to put into words how I have changed but I can’t. I know I have changed but it’s been so gradual it’s hard to pinpoint the differences. Where the “old me” begins transforming into the “new me”. Was it as soon as I got to hold E? Or was it when I was pregnant? Or was it long before? It’s funny because…