tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357203485588366852024-03-13T07:28:09.329-06:00My Life as JaneThis blog is really just to amuse myself and maybe my friends...and any strangers who happen upon it by accident...Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-33770569743847233912012-09-09T21:20:00.001-06:002012-09-09T21:25:07.645-06:00Un-Plain Jane...<div style="text-align: center;">
When I was growing up, surrounded by girls with names like Melissa, Angela, Stephanie and Kathleen, I thought my name was plain. We've all heard the expression "Plain Jane". Or heard the typical name used for an anonymous person--"Jane Doe". Over the years I made the mistake into buying into that stereotype. I even talked myself into the notion that I was plain. </div>
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Well it's taken me forty four years, but I realize now what a gift it was to be named Jane. Jane isn't plain, it is strong. It's a single, strong syllable and it starts with a strong sounding consonant. It is the female equivalent of John--a strong men's name. It is an easy name to remember and hard to misspell. </div>
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There have also been many famous women named Jane over the years. Jane Austen has written some of the most famous books which have been made countless times into movies and miniseries. Calamity Jane was a pretty bad ass frontierswoman. Actresses such as Jane Fonda, Jane Russell, Jane Curtin and Jane Wyman (who was also the first wife of Ronald Reagan). And don't forget Jane Goodall, the famous English primatologist.<br />
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I'm not famous. But I've done interesting things. I have zip-lined in the rain forest. I have swam with stingrays. I have traveled to several countries. I was picked to be in a music video (okay, I chickened out at the last minute, but I was still picked)! I have raised a child. </div>
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And you know what? There is nothing plain about me. And I am strong. I am Jane.</div>
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Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-54044769396419529872012-04-19T22:06:00.002-06:002012-04-19T22:06:32.678-06:00Rowdy Dog....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This morning we lost our precious 14 year old pup, Rowdy. I always called him Rowdy Dog when I talked to him....just like I call my girl pup Zoe Girl. Back when my son was around 6 years old, I started referring to Rowdy as his dog. I know this loss is especially hard for him. I let him make all of the important decisions this morning (whether to take Rowdy to the vet, whether we stayed in the room when they had to finally help him let go, whether we took him home afterwards, where we buried him) and I'm proud of the way he handled it all--with a quiet, mature strength. My heart was especially proud when he was out in the pasture, in the pouring rain, digging the grave to bury Rowdy. He wanted to do it alone and I understood that. I let him.</div>
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Rowdy was a wonderful dog. When he was a puppy, everyone commented on his "glasses" (black rings around both eyes). As he got older, one of the things I noticed even into his old age was that everyone always commented on how soft he was. He was great to snuggle up to and I loved petting the fluffy hair around his neck. I am really going to miss petting him. I also loved how when he was really enjoying himself, he looked like he was smiling. He would be out in the sunny pasture or lying in a pile of leaves and would get that expression of pure joy on his face. </div>
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I feel blessed that we got to have Rowdy in our lives for 14 years. It would take much more than this blog entry to talk about all of the wonderful moments we had with him. He will be greatly missed.</div>
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</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-13776917045799314902012-03-24T17:01:00.000-06:002012-03-24T17:01:15.947-06:00And Now...A Real And True IPhone Conversation...<div style="text-align: center;">
Embarrassing as it is, the following is a real and true IPhone (text) conversation I had with my BFF Donna.</div>
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Donna once said that it's a scary place inside my head.</div>
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I think I have to agree with her...</div>
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Me: I just brought attention to the fact that I'm not wearing tights today in honor of spring to your boss' attention. I'm a dork.</div>
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Donna: Oh gawd</div>
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Me: I caught him standing at the top of the stairs, gazing out the window. A short conversation about the beautiful weather ensued. Then I verbally vomited about my lack of tights.</div>
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Me: I noticed that he left quickly after that. I think I scared him.</div>
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Donna: I am sure he is scarred</div>
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Me: I'm surprised I didn't do a little twirl for him so he could see my adorable spring skirt in all its glory....sigh.</div>
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Oh...by the way...did I mention that Donna's boss is the President of the college that we work for?</div>
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(facepalm)</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-59121223664491821932012-03-24T16:54:00.000-06:002012-03-24T16:54:35.093-06:00Who Wants Some Shoes?<div style="text-align: center;">Who wants to buy some shoes? How about a snowboard helmet, jacket or boots? I just listed several items on Ebay--check 'em out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a basic rundown on the items. The listings on Ebay have much more detail. If you have questions about the items, please contact me through Ebay so everything stays as per the rules. Thanks!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">They're on a 5 day listing which started today. Feel free to bid to your heart's content!! </div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-77337888934285762552012-02-28T07:38:00.002-07:002012-02-28T07:39:36.287-07:00What Dreams May Come<div style="text-align: center;">
Last night I saw my nephew CJ in one of my dreams. It was a great comfort to me because other than a dream quite awhile ago where he appeared as a little boy, I hadn't dreamed about him.</div>
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It was like a little free rewind to before he was killed, although in the dream itself I still knew that we were going to lose him. I saw him twice. The first time was when I happened upon him lying down in a meadow with his fiance. He was just lying there, on his back, like they were gazing up at the clouds. I knelt down next to him and wrapped my arms around him and told him I love him.</div>
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His immediate response was to push me away and say, "Get off me!" Not in a mean way....he was smiling when he said it. I think he was embarrassed that I did that in front of Jessica. It made me smile.</div>
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The second time was in front of a house. I'm not sure who's house it was, but somehow I knew that the rest of the family was inside. So it gave me comfort in my dream to know that the rest of the family got to see him too. Again, I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around him. </div>
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I told him that I loved him SO much and how proud I was of him for being a great dad to his kids and such a help to his parents.</div>
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Today my husband was on one of his smoke breaks outside when he stuck his head in the door and said, "You might want to come take a look at Cupcake." (Cupcake is one of our goats). I got worried and thought maybe something was wrong. I quickly went to the kitchen window and realized it was a situation that didn't warrant any panic---maybe a camera though.</div>
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Gee, that works....</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-50650786810650138512012-01-16T11:24:00.004-07:002012-01-16T11:33:33.471-07:00The Lost Art of Letter Writing...<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1ECR7wCb4Q/TxRoBoCf9II/AAAAAAAAAiw/FkF8A-EfViQ/s1600/Cursive+Alphabet.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1ECR7wCb4Q/TxRoBoCf9II/AAAAAAAAAiw/FkF8A-EfViQ/s320/Cursive+Alphabet.gif" width="227" /></a></div>I ended up in a conversation on my son's page on Facebook yesterday--this is how it started, with my son's initial post:</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Why do people get all mad when people don't reply to a text? When people don't hear back from others when writing letters, they don't act the same way because they understand that it's a piece of paper traveling a distance and people are busy with life and whatnot. If i don't text you back it's because it's text. It's at my control to reply as I please. No alterior motives, no ignoring.. Cell phones have telephone functionality for a reason."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">This prompted my reply:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> "The art of letter writing is lost...I'm thinking of starting it up again."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">I figured I'd catch some flack from my son about posting in one of his conversations and his friends would just virtually roll their eyes at me and move on. But there were some intriguing comments that were posted afterwards amongst other observations and commentary...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Collin: Mom, it never should have gotten lost.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Nancy (my sister): </span></span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Jane, in our local school system, they have dropped cursive writing altogether. I understand that the world uses keyboards, etc. now, but this just seems unbelievable to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">MacyShay: </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">I can't remember how to write in cursive but I did take a coligraphy class (I think that's how its spelled) and it was so much fun but killed my hand! But I wish I knew cursive=(</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Hearing these comments actually made me kind of sad. My son actually admitted to me that he didn't really remember cursive either. I had no idea! I guess I hadn't even thought of this consequence of an almost all computer generation. I thought back to when my son was in high school a couple of years ago and realized that most of the essays, reports and whatnot that he turned in to his teachers were always typed up on the computer and printed out.</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">So I have now made it my mission to start writing more letters. Not emailing...not typing on my computer & printing out...but actually putting pen to paper & thoughtfully writing out what I want to say. </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">No "lol", "omg" or "wtf". </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">It's time take back this lost art. </span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> </span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">So friends & family, watch out! You may have a hand-written correspondence coming to a mailbox near you. </span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Sincerely yours,</span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Jane </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> </span></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-18978465684513488352012-01-07T16:12:00.001-07:002012-01-07T16:13:05.999-07:00Comfortable...<div style="text-align: center;">So remember last week when I still hadn't gotten my Christmas tree taken down yet? Well today, after feeling icky all week, I finally started getting it all put away. I got the house decorations boxed up, took the ornaments and lights off the tree, then got so far as taking the very top of the Christmas tree off.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I got hungry.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I grabbed a bowl of my favorite Greek yogurt (remind me to tell you about it sometime), tossed a little granola on top, and settled onto the couch to eat. When I was finished I happened to glance over to the tree bag and this is what I saw:<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNt2MpGWg88/TwjQ8RCFjOI/AAAAAAAAAio/iHFY_40WaPo/s1600/IMG_0724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNt2MpGWg88/TwjQ8RCFjOI/AAAAAAAAAio/iHFY_40WaPo/s400/IMG_0724.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
That dog can be comfortable ANYWHERE...</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-62851416937371682672012-01-02T08:17:00.000-07:002012-01-02T08:17:16.238-07:00So Much For Plans...<div style="text-align: center;">It's 2012...Christmas has been over for a week now. Because I didn't get my Christmas tree up until a week before Christmas, I told myself I would allow keeping it up until New Year's Day. It was a great plan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NC25n1XMHUg/TwHG2k0jlzI/AAAAAAAAAig/VljPJqxW7b0/s1600/Christmas+tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NC25n1XMHUg/TwHG2k0jlzI/AAAAAAAAAig/VljPJqxW7b0/s320/Christmas+tree.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet here it stands.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My friend Donna & I had plans early New Year's morning to go check out the once a year sale at Dillards. We got up early and arrived right at 7 am. (Although when we arrived we found out it actually opened at 6 am--whoopsie!) It's the one time of the year that you can get 50% off everything that is already on sale and clearance. I just wanted to use this once a year chance to get some items I really needed at prices I could afford. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(FIVE bras and three pairs of undies for less than $40--enough said.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, when I woke up yesterday morning, I wasn't feeling in top form. My throat was scratchy and my sinuses felt a little stuffy. By the time we had finished at Dillards I was definitely ready to head home. Donna, being the great friend she is, offered me some Benadryl to help me feel better and get some rest. So when I got home I took a Benadryl and settled in on the couch to kill some time. Four hours later I woke up. It was almost 6:00 pm and I was feeling groggy and still pretty crappy. That tree was not coming down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So here I am on Monday morning, January 2nd, off from work and camped out on the couch again. My head is stuffed up, my throat is sore, and the tree is still there--as evidenced in the photo just taken with my phone above. An unlit, dark tree, looking kind of forlorn with a few ornaments lying on the ground underneath, knocked off from one of our dogs who insists on sleeping under it. If I feel better later today, I'll make a go at it. If not, I suppose it will wait until I feel more like myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</style> <![endif]--> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I could wait until New Years Eve to say this...but it's on my mind so you get it now:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><br />
This was a very tough year. It's horrible to know that I'll always remember 2011 as the year we lost my nephew. Life will never be the same. Because of this... </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><br />
I will not take life for granted. I will speak fiercely. I will get back in shape. I will remember that I deserve to be happy. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><br />
It was also a tough year financially. This year I want to learn to cut back and live more simply so when things go wrong like they do, I can "pull myself up by my bootstraps" and go on.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">OH! Also I swear this is the year that I am finally not going to worry so much about what other people think of me.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><br />
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</span></span></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-60678966377186255512011-10-29T17:19:00.000-06:002011-10-29T17:19:14.171-06:00Six Feet Under...<div style="text-align: center;">I recently did a basic marathon through an HBO series on Netflix. It unfortunately wasn't on instant view, so I had to watch it disk by disk, waiting each time for the next to arrive in the mail.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Talk about impatience....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the reason I bring this up is because I thought this was an excellent series. I'll be the first to admit--it's not for everybody. But if you can get past some of the stuff that may make you squeamish (whether it's watching a scene where a funeral worker shows an apprentice how to sew a dead woman's mouth shut, an opening scene in every episode where someone dies, or a slightly incestuous dream sequence), this is a great one to watch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some of the caveats:</div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li> There are a LOT of death scenes (at least one per episode)</li>
<li>The language is heavy on the salty side (plenty of "F-bombs" dropped each episode) </li>
<li>There are some pretty explicit sex scenes--both heterosexual and non-heterosexual</li>
<li>The humor in it is mostly on the dark side, so if you're not into that you probably won't like it</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: center;">BUT...</div><div style="text-align: center;">If none of that bothers you, or you plan to just fast forward through some of it, then do yourself a favor and watch this series. As most people who read my blog know, my 23 year old nephew was killed in a work accident this past May. Believe it or not, my sister is the one who recommended this series to me. We both enjoy the same types of movies and tv shows and we share the same warped sense of humor. Both of us found this series oddly comforting, in light of the tragedy that our family went through. I won't say that there weren't some scenes where my eyes were watering, or I was even bawling outright. But this show enforces the fact that everyone grieves differently. Some people keep it inside, while others wail at the top of their lungs. This show lets us know that we're all human and as messed up as we think our lives may be, remember there are others who have gone through something equally (if not more) messed up. I think this has honestly opened my eyes more to the normalcy of death and the process of grieving. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Check out this trailer for season one: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi3045261593/">http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi3045261593/</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> If you've watched this series already, let me know what your thoughts are. If you haven't but are interested, watch it and then let me know what you think.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Everything. Everyone. Everywhere. Ends." </div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-91799667854277686842011-10-15T17:29:00.001-06:002011-10-15T17:31:57.671-06:00Buttercup Squash Anyone?<div style="text-align: center;">If you are like me, you had never heard of Buttercup Squash before. You've probably heard of Butternut....but this is different. I got these seeds from my sister, who had gotten them from a family friend during Feast. I honestly can't remember which little Ziploc bag they came from--the one labeled Butternut Squash or the one labeled Acorn squash. Whichever one it was, it was apparently mislabeled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlTnRMqNxqo/TpoSJ92qKvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/nxHVyEiUjJA/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlTnRMqNxqo/TpoSJ92qKvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/nxHVyEiUjJA/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So when the squash started growing and it didn't look like it was supposed to, it was kind of fun to try and figure out what I had. After much investigating and countless Google searches, I came upon Buttercup Squash. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that fall is here and the frost will be coming soon, I decided it was time to harvest the squash and try it out. Again, I wasn't sure what I should be doing so I did another Google search and found a simple way to cook & serve it. Here's what I did:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdqlzVVFgbQ/TpoS1lH5EOI/AAAAAAAAAfM/tefshHlGI3c/s1600/Buttercup+squash+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdqlzVVFgbQ/TpoS1lH5EOI/AAAAAAAAAfM/tefshHlGI3c/s320/Buttercup+squash+1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is the squash--dark green & light green rind, pumpkin-shaped but smaller.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPB96rdvwtU/TpoTI98ro8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/RwCnUDARasI/s1600/Buttercup+squash+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPB96rdvwtU/TpoTI98ro8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/RwCnUDARasI/s320/Buttercup+squash+2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The Buttercup Squash often has a light silvery-green disk of rind on the blossom end. (I cut it before I thought of showing you this side of it, so I had to hold it back together to get the picture).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDGbQS3Skkk/TpoTNSrkd9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/s1NHl9jwpJA/s1600/Buttercup+squash+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDGbQS3Skkk/TpoTNSrkd9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/s1NHl9jwpJA/s320/Buttercup+squash+3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Cut the squash open lengthwise, through the stem. Beautiful orange flesh inside!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MD0dg-BQdvE/TpoTRBBnzVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wOI5rITDJB0/s1600/Buttercup+squash+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MD0dg-BQdvE/TpoTRBBnzVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wOI5rITDJB0/s320/Buttercup+squash+4.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Scoop out the seeds & stringy "guts", just like you do when you're getting ready to carve a pumpkin, being careful to leave plenty of the edible flesh intact.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVlQYAhZ4ck/TpoTUmcdalI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-_lwen1UYnw/s1600/Buttercup+squash+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVlQYAhZ4ck/TpoTUmcdalI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-_lwen1UYnw/s320/Buttercup+squash+5.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I cleaned off the seeds and set them out on waxed paper to dry out, since a few of my friends have expressed interest in having some of these seeds. (You know who you are!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbqCz3DbsV0/TpoTZZHN_uI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DTjNY6i46V4/s1600/Buttercup+squash+6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbqCz3DbsV0/TpoTZZHN_uI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DTjNY6i46V4/s320/Buttercup+squash+6.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour about half a cup of water into a pan or casserole dish that has sides and put the squash halves in, cut side down. Cook for about 30 - 45 minutes (or until flesh is tender) at 375 degrees.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WA01CaO_BB8/TpoTd4fkJHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Y8H55rZTme0/s1600/Buttercup+squash+7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WA01CaO_BB8/TpoTd4fkJHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Y8H55rZTme0/s320/Buttercup+squash+7.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Notice how the rind darkens and becomes shiny after cooking...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GyMV61LlT0/TpoThWkFMPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xDWS543n_6Y/s1600/Buttercup+squash+8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GyMV61LlT0/TpoThWkFMPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xDWS543n_6Y/s320/Buttercup+squash+8.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The flesh is tender and moist after being cooked with the water, basically steaming it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJGsJWynICs/TpoTkA2d1LI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1FznG65R4s8/s1600/Buttercup+squash+9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJGsJWynICs/TpoTkA2d1LI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1FznG65R4s8/s320/Buttercup+squash+9.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Scoop out the flesh, being careful not to go too deep & get the green rind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuJLv49aK9A/TpoTojhFYGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_JWCxXpGQmc/s1600/Buttercup+squash+10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuJLv49aK9A/TpoTojhFYGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_JWCxXpGQmc/s320/Buttercup+squash+10.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> For some great flavor, add some butter, brown sugar and cinnamon to taste.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Sorry about the sideways picture. Not sure why it won't post right side up when I saved it that way).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0YhAsCoB_Y/TpoTsTgMPzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/G4YPGW3M1cs/s1600/Buttercup+squash+11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0YhAsCoB_Y/TpoTsTgMPzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/G4YPGW3M1cs/s320/Buttercup+squash+11.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Stir it all in and enjoy! I get a little exuberant with my stirring so my bowl is pretty messy. The taste is definitely like a squash, but mild and a little nutty. Similar to a sweet potato, but a little less sweet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is just one way to serve it, but it is delicious. Does anyone out there have any other suggestions for ways to cook and serve a Buttercup Squash?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-14541162235175616492011-10-15T16:53:00.002-06:002011-10-15T16:55:51.116-06:00The Witch is Back...<div style="text-align: center;">Okay, I don't really think I'm a witch or anything....I was just referring to the new decor or my blog in honor of Halloween....and the title just kind of went from there.<br />
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So you've probably noticed it's been awhile since I've been here. As you can see from my last post, we had a devastating blow to our family back in May and honestly it's been a long time since things have felt normal. Heck, I don't know if they'll ever feel normal again... But as with all things, we go on. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So here I am again, putting down my thoughts and regaling you with the exciting adventures that are my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Ha!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Since the last time I was here, I started a new job. I am now working at a local community college. I am totally thrilled about this change, although I will miss the gang at Curtis Clean Sweep. This job is about three miles from my house so I'm saving a LOT in gas money! Plus there are a lot of great benefits, including discounted fees if I want to take any classes. I work with a great bunch of people and I already feel so welcome there and a part of the team.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We also added two more goats to our little goat family. With help from friends, we have named them Gingersnap and Buttercup. They're a hoot! Our mini herd is doing well and I hope to maybe breed some of the females next spring so we can get some milk and maybe I can learn to make some cheese, lotion, or other goat milk products.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hoxt6guYV8/TpoMUOg4QqI/AAAAAAAAAek/cLuHQHuim3A/s1600/IMG_0489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hoxt6guYV8/TpoMUOg4QqI/AAAAAAAAAek/cLuHQHuim3A/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gingersnap & Buttercup on checking out their new surroundings, with Cupcake watching on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our garden was a success this year, although smaller than I've had in the past. It was sort of an experiment in how much I could grow in that space. It went well overall, but I think next year I will change up what I grow a little so I get more of the veggies I really like instead of an overabundance of squash. I'm also excited about the idea of heirloom vegetables that I can save seeds from each year when I find something I really like.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">How was your summer?</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-22396996942387702382011-06-28T20:57:00.001-06:002011-06-28T20:57:48.197-06:00Charles Edward Bevins III<div style="text-align: center;">I tried to think of some creative title for this post, but realized it doesn't need one.<br />
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On May 1, 2011, my 23 year old nephew CJ was killed in a work accident.<br />
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There are so many things I've had on my mind since we lost CJ and I wanted so badly to say them here.<br />
But every time I start a sentence I can't finish it.<br />
I can't describe CJ well enough.<br />
I can't express the pain our family has gone through.<br />
I can't find the right words to say how sorry I am for his mother (my sister) & father, his sisters & brothers, his fiance, his son & daughter and all of the rest of our family who loved him so much. <br />
I can't tell everyone how much this boy meant to me without sounding inadequate.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For now all I can do is post the video that was made by a friend of their family.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23479009?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400"></iframe><br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/23479009">In Memory of CJ Bevins</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user7022294">Remember CJ</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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CJ was laid to rest on a beautiful hillside on their family property. He will always be close to the family and they can visit with him anytime they want or just sit quietly and remember everything that was so wonderful about him.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXHxAEBXZjw/TgqS8BGhnnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aBTyPYg0ag8/s1600/CJ%2527s+gravesite.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXHxAEBXZjw/TgqS8BGhnnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aBTyPYg0ag8/s400/CJ%2527s+gravesite.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> In time I may be able to express the other things I want to say. But for now, this will have to suffice.</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-43462083820417670032011-06-28T20:07:00.000-06:002011-06-28T20:07:12.199-06:00The Past Four Months...<div style="text-align: center;">Where to begin? So much has happened since my last regular post back in February. I have a LOT to catch up on, so fair warning--this will be long. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Garden </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you've followed my blog or know me very well, you know that every year I try to grow a garden. This year instead of listening to my husband (sorry honey, I still love you) I decided to reign in the size of my garden. Years ago, my sister introduced me to the concept of "Square Foot Gardening". Over the years I've incorporated small hints of the SFG method into my gardens but have never done a full blown actual square foot garden. Since I also wanted to move the garden closer to the house this year to make gardening more enjoyable, I figured it would be a great time to go all out. I got some used wood from someone who was dismantling an old deck. I had my son bring in some gravel from my old house. I used the existing laundry line structures to make my vertical portions of the garden. I got some seeds passed along from my sister. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The result?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3dTxp5l4-4/Tgp9p9xjVcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xvND3JQaPPE/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3dTxp5l4-4/Tgp9p9xjVcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xvND3JQaPPE/s400/IMG_0338.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncQ16FZzRo0/Tgp9uuModSI/AAAAAAAAAds/8a751AipBzw/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncQ16FZzRo0/Tgp9uuModSI/AAAAAAAAAds/8a751AipBzw/s400/IMG_0339.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I am very pleased with how it turned out. I would have liked to have gotten an earlier start with more of the seeds my sister sent me, but due to unforseen circumstances my planting schedule started much later than anticipated and I ended up having to get several already started plants. But the point is that I got it planted & now I can enjoy working in it each day. Bring on the veggies!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>New Additions</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;">We have goats!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcwCKDmtC8o/TgqCLXKLfVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5f5JULj709w/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcwCKDmtC8o/TgqCLXKLfVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5f5JULj709w/s400/IMG_0291.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IDX6sVvWdhw/TgqCVMJNkaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/1Pr9-0SESN4/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IDX6sVvWdhw/TgqCVMJNkaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/1Pr9-0SESN4/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We got them primarily to try to keep our pasture down. As you can see from the second picture it's gotten a bit out of control. We were hoping the goats could do some serious damage to the grass & weeds--however we're quickly learning that having just two of them probably isn't going to cut it. Are we going to make the leap to goat herd farmers? You'll have to stay tuned to find out...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>5K </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Back in February I made the decision that I wanted to run my first 5K. I saw an advertisement for a 5K race called "See Jane Run" and I figured that was the perfect one to try. I started off okay with my training, but again, due to unforseen circumstances, I lost about a month of training in May and at one point wasn't sure I still had the will to do the race.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But with less than a week to go before the race, my friends encouraged me to go ahead and try. I had to remind myself that I didn't have to run the whole race--I could walk if I needed to. And I needed to. I didn't turn in a great time and I found out halfway through the race that an old knee injury may keep me from being a true hard core runner. But I was happy that I finished the race and I had a great time with my friend Donna & her daughter Shelby.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnNAF-FL9Jw/TgqHKdTw7GI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1NHklxvDfWI/s1600/5K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnNAF-FL9Jw/TgqHKdTw7GI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1NHklxvDfWI/s400/5K.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> (Photo taken with my phone...sorry about the bad quality)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had intended to write about one more thing that happened recently but thinking about it now, it doesn't seem right to include it in this post. It really needs a post of its own and I need to be in the right state of mind to write about it. It may show up later tonight or sometime during the next few days. But it will be written, if anything, to help with the healing process. You'll be hearing from me soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-70253697710487731632011-06-20T11:52:00.002-06:002011-06-20T11:52:28.325-06:00Update Coming Soon!Yikes! Sorry about the little break in posting there, folks. (Ha! Like I have a big following or something, lol.) Just wanted to let you know I will be updating soon. This will include an update on this post earlier in the year: <a href="http://hockeymomjane.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-jane-run.html">See Jane Run</a><br />
Be back soon!Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-42327687702859659302011-02-26T08:07:00.001-07:002011-02-26T08:11:11.095-07:00See Jane Run...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3a5hDEQzizA/TWkXHT9TfoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oi38VpToIyU/s1600/woman-running1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3a5hDEQzizA/TWkXHT9TfoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oi38VpToIyU/s1600/woman-running1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I have a new goal for this year. (Well, for the first HALF of this year at least.) I am going to run a 5K. I know, I know...it's not a MARATHON. But for someone who has become as unfit as I have over the last year or two, this is a big deal to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The seed was planted for this when a cruising friend of mine (hi Brandi!) got herself off her couch and started training for a 5k. She did it through a website/application called <a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml">Couch to 5K</a>. I saw her posts that kept popping up on her Facebook page, following her progress. At the time, I thought, "Good for Brandi!" I knew she was trying to drop some weight and I thought it was a great goal for her. I was excited for her the day before Halloween when I saw her post her pictures from her first 5K. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fast forward four months to me sitting in my living room on my couch, reading a book. For some reason in the middle of reading, I had a realization hit me. I am SOOOOO out of shape! Okay, I didn't just realize this. It's been creeping up on me for awhile now. (We all remember the <a href="http://hockeymomjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/muffin-top.html">muffin top</a>? That should have been the first sign.) So when I thought about this last night, that weird little part of my brain that remembers stuff I didn't realize I remembered told me that there is a program out there to help a beginner like me get back in shape & have a goal to work towards. I did a search for the Couch to 5K program and started reading. This sounds really good! I got out my phone and did a Marketplace search for the Android application and found the free C25K Lite. (The more advanced version costs money but not only a couple of dollars--so if I don't like the free Lite version, I may decide to use the other one.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While on the Couch to 5K web site, I noticed that you can do a search for 5Ks in your state. I put in Idaho and lo & behold the <a href="http://www.seejanerun.com/t-See-Jane-Run-BOISE-Half-Marathon-and-5K.aspx">See Jane Run Women's Half Marathon/5K</a> came up. Oh..My...God. It's actually called See Jane Run! How can I NOT do this? Even better, it's just two days before my 43rd birthday. What a great way to celebrate my birthday, by getting fit and feeling like I really accomplished something! (Not to mention the race ends with chocolate & champagne, lol!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So there's a reason for me telling you all of this....I want to be held accountable. I figure the more people I tell about it, I can't slack off and not do it. People will hopefully ask me, "How's it going with your C25K program?" I am one of those people who is often driven by worrying about what other people think of me. If I know that people will think I'm a big fat quitter for not seeing this through, then telling everyone about it definitely helps. Progress updates will be posted to my Facebook page through the C25K application. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope I have a good sports bra....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-21250473141198051332011-02-22T08:43:00.001-07:002011-02-22T08:43:49.198-07:00Too Big For The Bed...<div style="text-align: center;">My dog Zoe is a Dachshund/Border Collie mix. I know I posted a story about how she came to be part of our family at one point, but try as I might, I can't find that post! Grrrrrrrrr..... Oh well, I'll get over it. Basically she looks like a Standard Dachshund (larger sized than a Mini) but with slightly longer legs and shorter ears. Did I mention she looks like a sausage? She's a little...uh..."big boned" right now. Yeah, we're working on that. (We'll be taking lots of walks when the weather warms up).</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">So since she's a little on the "large" size, she tends to sometimes try to fit in places that aren't necessarily a perfect fit for her. Case in point:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RsGYaNv5fy4/TWPYMjD3mdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pndSLTD0XQk/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RsGYaNv5fy4/TWPYMjD3mdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pndSLTD0XQk/s400/IMG_0127.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I bought this bed for her when she was smaller...not only in size relative to her age, but also in size relative to her girth. I'm not sure why I've kept it--maybe it's like when we women save a pair of smaller jeans, determined that "someday" we'll fit back into them. I love how she's just kind of spilling out onto the floor, completely oblivious that we are snickering at her from across the room...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXx6hLpBtd0/TWPZI9aUScI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kVrgA8tA67c/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXx6hLpBtd0/TWPZI9aUScI/AAAAAAAAAdA/kVrgA8tA67c/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Or....maybe she isn't so oblivious....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Way to make it work, Zoe. </div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-39542113145446128482011-01-31T12:27:00.002-07:002011-01-31T13:14:26.928-07:00Strange Fact #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIGs1H4dQzM/TUcNFfCBrFI/AAAAAAAAAc0/O0Qs8fp8yGk/s1600/raisins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIGs1H4dQzM/TUcNFfCBrFI/AAAAAAAAAc0/O0Qs8fp8yGk/s320/raisins.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">When I was a kid, I didn't like raisins because my sister told me they were monkey boogers.</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-24106651872005347222011-01-01T09:50:00.000-07:002011-01-01T09:50:39.080-07:00Happy New Year....A friend of mine doesn't call his New Years resolutions "resolutions"...He calls them "intentions". I like that idea because we all know that we start off the new year with the best of intentions--they just don't always stick. So, with that being said, here are some of my intentions for this new year:<br />
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My son has been a vegetarian for over a year now and I've honestly been inspired by him. I'm not saying I'm going to throw away all the beef in my garage freezer (I love steak way too much for that!) But in researching vegetarianism and learning to make vegetarian-friendly dishes for him I've discovered that I love a lot of the wonderful flavors in meatless meals. I realized how many tasty things you can do with vegetables besides just heating them and plopping them on your plate next to your meatloaf. So although I'm not planning on giving up meat, I definitely plan to add more vegetable-based dishes to my meals. <br />
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Yeah, I know....this is one that everyone says they're going to do. But I am in the middle of an honest-to-goodness freak out about what has happened to my body lately. After years of never having much fat on my body, even when I was pregnant with my son, I am now dealing with the "muffin top" syndrome...and the reality that I am collecting fat around my middle like a hungry squirrel storing up nuts for winter. My Wii Fit game is gathering dust on a shelf and the last time I laced up my walking shoes was several months ago (although I try to attribute this last phenomenon to the colder winter months.) Maybe it has something to do with the days in my early twenties when I worked at a health club and taught aerobics three times a day (after riding my bike to work), but I have always kind of prided myself on being physically fit. I can honestly say that this is the most un-fit I've been in all of my adult life. This must change. I guess it will kind of go hand in hand with intention number one. If anyone out there who happens to be in close proximity to Nampa is looking for a walking partner, let me know! (It's so much easier to stick to these things when you have someone else who wants to do the same thing and can hold you accountable.)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIGs1H4dQzM/TR9XfqWjGFI/AAAAAAAAAco/LnohsgB41ew/s1600/Rosie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIGs1H4dQzM/TR9XfqWjGFI/AAAAAAAAAco/LnohsgB41ew/s200/Rosie.jpg" width="154" /></a></div>3. Be more self-confident<br />
I'm not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way in my life I started caring way too much about what other people think about me. And I started second guessing myself a lot. I'm sure it was somewhere around those awkward years during junior high school when I overheard the boys at school talking about me...("too bad about her face")...Or maybe it was when I was a single mother and was so worried about making the wrong decisions, afraid that I would permanently ruin my son's life. Possibly sometime during my first marriage when my overweight husband used put-downs as a protection mechanism to lash out at others before they could do damage to him. <br />
Regardless of when it happened, I know I need to change this. I need to be proud of who I am. I need to remember that I am very knowledgeable when it comes to what I've learned on my jobs over the years. I need to realize that even if I make a "wrong" decision about something, it can usually be fixed. If I have to ask someone about something I don't know, it's not because I'm stupid but because I'm most likely dealing with something new. I am woman, hear me roar! Ha ha....(Okay, now I need to get that old early 80's Enjoli commercial out of my head....we all remember <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jA4DR4vEgrs">that one</a>, don't we?)<br />
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I want to learn how to knit. I guess technically this wouldn't be something new because my mother taught me how to knit back when I was 16 years old. I attempted to knit a scarf for a guy I knew who road a motorcycle (for some reason my 16 year old mind thought that a man on a motorcycle needed a scarf). I think I was a little bit ADD back then because I got tired of it quickly and it ended up being only about two and a half feet long. I remember giving it to him and he just kind of tied it around his neck like a giant bow tie. But now that I'm older, knitting seems like a great way to pass the time when I don't have a book to read. It also seems like it would be very relaxing, once I get the hang of it again. So be forewarned friends and family--next Christmas you may all be getting hand knitted hats, scarves & tea cozies!<br />
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Happy New Year! Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-81534618910456539652010-12-23T08:30:00.001-07:002011-01-31T12:34:42.831-07:00HP Printer Giveaway!As some of you know, I am a HUGE fan of Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond. (See link to her blog in my blog list...)<br />
Well through December 31st she's doing a giveaway contest for a free HP Printer! Check it out here:<br />
<a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/special-offers/2010/11/name-your-favorite-holiday-recipes-and-enter-to-win-a-printer/">Pioneer Woman's HP Printer Giveaway</a><br />
Now, if you don't want to enter because you want to give me a better chance to win it, then that's okay. ;) Seriously though, good luck to all who enter!Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-70825351015001372302010-12-22T22:26:00.002-07:002011-01-31T13:14:03.554-07:00Homesick...I've been going along just fine lately--working, getting ready for Christmas, keeping up with friends on Facebook---but suddenly tonight, as I was sitting here by myself in the living room it hit me...I miss my family. I've been living in Idaho for over 14 years now and everyone feels so far away. I see others around me who have family close by, some even still living with their families. Our family is spread so far and wide throughout the U.S. and it would be impossible to be close to them all the time. <br />
In some cultures, families live together from birth until death. The old take care of the young and eventually the young take care of the old. Meals are taken together, hardships are worked through together and celebrations are rejoiced together. It's tough to do that from thousands of miles away.<br />
I know I've missed a lot of moments with my family. I can't turn back the clock and stop everyone from living their lives and moving on. But I would give anything to snuggle with my sister in my dad's big easy chair again, her in her soft cotton nightgown and me in my warm Winnie the Pooh pajamas. To watch my brother practicing with his cheerleading squad in our backyard, in awe of how grown up he seemed. To drive my dad's '84 Camaro for the first time on a lonely highway through Utah, just the two of us on a four state road trip. To learn how to two-step with my mother in our living room, the two of us laughing at stumbling over our own feet.<br />
We all move on and make our own lives. I just wish we all could have made them a little closer together...Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-44443671734977823692010-12-17T20:43:00.004-07:002011-01-31T13:03:28.717-07:00My Own Sponge-Worthy Episode...Any Seinfeld fans out there? We all remember the "sponge-worthy" episode, right? Elaine's favorite birth control, the Today sponge gets taken off the market. <br />
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<em>ELAINE: Well, Kramer was right. My friend Kim told me the sponge is off the market.</em><br />
<em>JERRY: So what are you gonna do?</em><br />
<em>ELAINE: I'll tell you what I'm gonna do - I'm gonna do a hard-target search. Of every drug store, general store, health store and grocery store in a 25-block radius.</em><br />
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This episode always made me laugh every time I saw it. It cracked me up how crazed Elaine got about trying to find her sponges.....until I experienced a similar situation today.<br />
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(Warning to any men reading this blog....this is where I talk about "girly stuff". Avert your eyes if talk about periods & tampons make you queasy).....<br />
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So today I was already in a cranky mood because I'm on my period and feeling crampy & bloated. I was down to my last tampon and had to make an emergency run to Albertsons near my work at lunch. I wandered down the feminine hygiene aisle until I came to a very conspicuous empty space in the shelves. This is when I noticed that the tags on the shelf under this empty space said "O.B." on them. Um......that's my brand.....this is weird. So I corralled an employee (female of course) over to the empty space and said, "Can you tell me if you have any of these in the back?" To which she replied, "We don't keep anything in the back. We've had a lot of women asking about those, but we haven't got them at any of the stores. There must be a problem with our warehouse."<br />
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Great.....<br />
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So I thanked her and went back to work, crossing my fingers (and legs), hoping to avoid any embarassing situation. Luckily I made it through the rest of the afternoon and after work I stopped by Walmart to pick up a box. Walmart didn't even have an empty space, there was no sign of them whatsoever on the shelves. This is when I started to get nervous. <br />
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After staring like a deer in the headlights at the non-existence of the very thing I needed, I got my cell phone out and did a search for the O.B. company. I called their 800 number and this is how the conversation went:<br />
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ME: "Is there some kind of problem with the O.B. tampons? I can't seem to find them anywhere."<br />
OPERATOR: "Yes, I apologize, but there is an issue with them and they have stopped production while they're working on it."<br />
ME: "Stopped production??!! But this is the only brand I use! Are they going to start making them again?!"<br />
OPERATOR: "After working on the issue, they were able to correct it in all but the Ultra absorbtion product, so they expect to bring back all absorptions except that one....byyyyyyyy......spring."<br />
ME: .............."Excuse me......did you say SPRING??"<br />
OPERATOR: "Yes."<br />
ME: "Are you SERIOUS?! What am I supposed to do until spring?!!"<br />
OPERATOR: "I apologize for any incovenience...and to be honest, because the O.B. product is fairly unique to other brands we really don't have a substitution to recommend to you at this time."<br />
ME: "............................."<br />
OPERATOR: "Ma'am, are you still there?"<br />
ME: "Um.....yes....but what am I going to do?"<br />
OPERATOR: "I'm sorry, I really don't know what to tell you. You can try doing a search online to see who might still be carrying some of the product. I understand that women tend to be very loyal to their brand. One woman who called said that she saw a box on Ebay selling for $105.00.....and it had bids. Is there anything else I can help you with today?"<br />
ME: "<span style="font-size: xx-small;">no</span>."<br />
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I left Walmart and immediately called one of my friends and went on a rant....<br />
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ME: "OHMYGOD, they've discontinued my freaking tampons!"<br />
FRIEND: "Can't you use something else?"<br />
ME: "I've used the same brand since I was 14! They aren't bringing them back until spring! I don't know what I'm going to do....holy crap, I'm going to have to revert back to the Little House on the Prairie days and call in sick for a week every 28 days because I'll be just lying in bed bleeding out, not taking any visitors. I'm going to have to roll up rags & twigs."<br />
FRIEND: "Just go look at the smaller, less frequented stores. Maybe you'll find some there."<br />
This was about the time reason started sinking in....<br />
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(Thanks Merlinda, for giving me a verbal face slap to calm me down...)<br />
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I drove to a small independently owned grocery store and almost did a Snoopy dance when I walked down the feminine hygiene aisle and found several boxes on the shelf. I immediately thought back to Elaine and her Today sponges...<br />
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<em>PHARMACIST: Can I help you?</em><br />
<em>ELAINE (with little hope): Yeah, do you have any Today sponges? I know they're off the market, but...</em><br />
<em>PHARMACIST: Actually, we have a case left.</em><br />
<em>ELAINE (excited): A case! A case of sponges? I mean, uh...a case. Huh. Uh...how many come in a case?</em><br />
<em>PHARMACIST: Sixty.</em><br />
<em>ELAINE: Sixty?! Uh...well, I'll take three.</em><br />
<em>PHARMACIST: Three. </em><br />
<em>ELAINE: Make it ten.</em><br />
<em>PHARMACIST: Ten?</em><br />
<em>ELAINE: Twenty sponges should be plenty.</em><br />
<em>PHARMACIST: Did you say twenty?</em><br />
<em>ELAINE: Yeah, twenty-five sponges is just fine.</em><br />
<em>PHARMACIST: Right. So, you're set with twenty-five.</em><br />
<em>ELAINE: Yeah. Just give me the whole case and I'll be on my way.</em><br />
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Okay, so I didn't buy a case of O.B. tampons (mainly because they didn't have a case)...but I did buy the only two large boxes of my prefered size and a couple of boxes of another size too, just in case. I brought my small armful to the cashier and tried not to feel too self conscious as I set them on the conveyor belt. I didn't want to come off as some crazed woman preparing for period armageddon. When she started ringing them up I said, "I feel the need to explain that the company has stopped production on these until spring."<br />
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The cashier just looked at me and kept ringing them up.....Yeah, I'm pretty sure she thought I was a loon....Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-69806303526941045302010-11-18T20:51:00.001-07:002011-01-31T12:36:04.975-07:00Under Construction....My blog is currently under construction....or maybe it would be re-construction. Anyway, I'm sorting through some things and will start up again fresh soon. Or depending on my mood, I may just start a whole new blog. If that happens, I'll be sure to post a link so all of my readers (all two of you) can find me. :-)Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735720348558836685.post-59985366498282472032010-10-11T12:01:00.000-06:002010-10-11T12:01:22.168-06:00This Time For Real...<div style="text-align: center;">Okay, so things didn't take off like I'd hoped after my <a href="http://hockeymomjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/renewed.html">last post</a>... But here I am, a month later, this time honestly renewed, refreshed & ready for changes! (This last phrase will look familiar to those of you who are my friends on Facebook.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My son & I just got back from a trip on Saturday that had been about three years in the making. On our last cruise in 2007 we had heard about the new ship Oasis that Royal Caribbean was working on. When we heard about it, my son said, "That would be a great ship to sail on!" I realized that it was supposed to come out the same year my son graduated high school so a plan was put in place to take the cruise as a graduation celebration.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, life happened and between the divorce, remarriage and economy troubles we almost didn't end up going. But thanks to some wonderful friends & family we were able to make it. I had meant to discuss the trip before I left but in all the chaos of life that just didn't happen. But now we're back and I can say the trip was awesome! (Yes, I use that word a lot...it's the Southern California girl in me coming out...) The best part about the trip and cruise was that my son & I really got to connect on a new level. He is now officially an adult and we had some great conversations along the way that I probably wouldn't have had with him a couple of years ago. There just seems to be more of an "openness" to our discussions now--probably because he feels that now as an adult he can't "get in trouble" for saying the wrong things. Who knows. Anyway, after we got home, before I went to sleep, he came in and thanked me for taking him on the trip and said it was so worth it. That was the cherry on top of the sundae for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, now back to life. You know, being away from the rest of your family (i.e. husband) for ten days can give both of you time to think and reflect on things. Sometimes unfortunately we have to get to a place that seems like there's no hope to realize just how much there is. I think it did both of us a lot of good and without going into major personal detail about our life lately, we are both feeling refreshed and ready for changes. Changes for the good, like taking control of our out-of-control house, trying to get some of our bills paid off, and looking into eventually moving into our own house. Not to mention making more time for ourselves and making sure we take the time to slow down and appreciate each other.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is good. </div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089739457468920621noreply@blogger.com1