tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47936266997893119442011-07-30T16:22:05.413-05:00As a dryad is inexorably connected to her tree, I am connected to mine -- my family tree that is. Here is my diary of my own personal little orchard of nut trees!Dryadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10451048875307032154noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4793626699789311944.post-42886540974191839552009-09-15T13:55:00.003-05:002009-09-15T15:26:48.242-05:00

I love school. For more than just the reasons you are thinking...yes, it gets my little ones out of the house for most of the day, and its almost-free babysitting while I am at work...but that is not why I love school.School is one of those fabulous opportunities for my kids to shine. And shine they do! I was never more proud of them than I was today.My eldest daughter and her brother both go

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I hate clothes.Okay...so you've seen me start a post like this before. We all know I do not hate clothing, but I do dislike the way my children manage clothing. There are two basic situations in which clothing can be mis-managed: What you do with them when you are wearing them, and what do you with them when you are not. My children are experts in both.Okay, so after the shambles that was the

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I hate food.Well, that is not true. I love food. I just hate preparing food.Well, no. That is not entirely accurate, either. I love preparing food for those who appreciate the effort and the joys of eating good food. Basically -- I do not like cooking for my kids. It does not matter what I make, all I hear is: "I don't like that. Can I make a sandwich instead?" So now, I make supper for my

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Well. It looks like it's back to work for me. I was laid off from my job -- don't get me talking about it, I could go on and on and on -- and I went in search of enjoying my time off. And enjoy it I did. I played World of Warcraft. I played Rollercoaster Tycoon 3. And I started to look forward to doing things in the summer with my children. Of course, I left my resumee out on there. I

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Holy SAP!! Has it really been over a year since my last blog? Wow. Where does the time go!?My orchard has not changed overly much. I have had no additions to the greenhouse. Two years and not only are there no new babies, but I am not EXPECTING any more babies. To some in my family, this is a cause for celebration. For me, it just feels weird. I -miss- not having a baby around the

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I pet raccoons! We discovered these cute little raccoons on our front porch eating peanuts from the big container we used to store birdfeed. After several nocturnal visits, they are starting to get friendly -- they are letting us pet them and feed them by hand! Check out these photos!!! This little guy has a deathgrip on our door handle. Poor little thing was terrified to let go! Dan

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Well, it's been probably over a week since I have had the chance to sit down and write in my blog. So, this is post number two and most people still know nothing about me except that I have five children, a husband, and a computer. So I suppose you want to know more about who I am....That is really hard to answer. This is a question that most interviewees detest and interviewers love.

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Dryads take care of trees. They are connected to their trees in a way that defies definition. Without their trees, dryads would wither and die. I am the same. My family is my orchard and to my five little trees, I am connected in a way that defies definition. Without them, I would wither and die. I spend a great deal of time tending my orchard --- watering, caring for the roots, and even a

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