tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.comments2012-06-01T10:35:39.812-07:00The Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581709023922591028noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-87535889847863341412012-06-01T10:35:39.812-07:002012-06-01T10:35:39.812-07:00Don&#39;t mind the messy kitchen and messy bathroom in the background!The Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581709023922591028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-87302615046973996712012-05-30T11:51:38.224-07:002012-05-30T11:51:38.224-07:00Bedstraw when mature can also be used as a diuretic. It can be used fresh or dried. Fresh you run it through a juicer (or use a food processor and cheesecloth). Dried it can be brewed into a tea.<br /><br />The roots are useful as a dye for proteinaceous fibers premordanted in alum, such as wool, silk and alpaca. The color is a mild to hot pink depending on the concentration of the dye. Tin will brighten the color a little, but iron or copper renders it brickish.Jack Greeneynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-84858860998467738942012-05-05T12:18:42.611-07:002012-05-05T12:18:42.611-07:00I just want to simply say &quot;I agree&quot;. Withe everything you said. You make a simple &quot;world peace&quot; post put into specific details and it&#39;s eloquent and it seems so sane and real and possible. <br />- Rachelraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922671109113823111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-6146914012853063102012-05-04T18:51:51.454-07:002012-05-04T18:51:51.454-07:00I love you, Deb.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-51623744004662542032008-07-12T16:08:00.000-07:002008-07-12T16:08:00.000-07:00I know and I really do appreciate it. *hugs*The Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581709023922591028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-58308467753058509482008-07-11T15:41:00.000-07:002008-07-11T15:41:00.000-07:00*hugs tight* You know I'm there for you whenever you need me, love. Just like you've been there for me.Stargazernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-37757809901737479302008-07-07T15:37:00.000-07:002008-07-07T15:37:00.000-07:00Err, I have my fingers crossed that you keep the new place. I noted an earlier post mentioned moving again? Whatever else, I hope for the best....<BR/><BR/>And the manager got fired? Uh oh.... hope you get a new manager soon... a good one....lady-cinnibarhttp://lady-cinnibar.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-35410938830347668052008-06-17T13:29:00.000-07:002008-06-17T13:29:00.000-07:00the heck with this friending thing because i'm not even entirely sure how to do that. LOL<BR/><BR/>a) n/a, see above! :)<BR/>b) bloodstone and jasper<BR/>c) you've a great sense of humor.<BR/>d) you staring at me as i stood on a chair and was balancing myself on the top of my dresser to hang something up on the wall of my dorm room, saying "I don't think this is going to work." <BR/>e) how the heck do you manage *not* to get ticked off with your hair and cut it all off when the weather get's hot?<BR/>f) i don't know. :P<BR/><BR/>and the live journal/blogger this is optional, heck, don't bother if you don't want to. :)The Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581709023922591028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-34544334728135068282008-06-09T19:10:00.000-07:002008-06-09T19:10:00.000-07:00...can't do it, sorry.... really, can't think of anything... then again...nah. Not annoying. You're not perfect, but if you were, I'd be running the other direction screaming, so that's good... Err, aha! Something annoying, even if I find it amusing most times... Sometimes (most times) you know me better than I know myself.<BR/><BR/>And no, it's not going in my LJ, I'm just doing this because I'm bored and too gucky to sleep. Again. I hate muggy weather some years.lady-cinnibarhttp://lady-cinnibar.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-88821696306660951702008-04-11T15:29:00.000-07:002008-04-11T15:29:00.000-07:00You're not alone in that. I have this angry little voice in the back of my head. I had someone once inform me that it was all the anger and pain from my childhood speaking out. That <I>I</I> hurt, therefore the rest of the world should too. Sometimes that voice was all I could hear, although I resisted, I buried myself in being Catholic to kill it. It only went away when I had a little voice that sounded like you in the back of my head saying 'well that's just stupid'.<BR/>You never have and never will scare me with your knowledge of things. I've gotten used to you, you grew on me like a fungus and I don't want to imagine life without you available to tell me how stoopid something was.<BR/>OPh, and best way to reach me with email right now is daft.child@gmail.<BR/><BR/>Ta, hon. ~hugs and love~lady-cinnibarhttp://lady-cinnibar.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-40158477212543164592008-04-06T07:51:00.000-07:002008-04-06T07:51:00.000-07:00So cute! He's getting big! He's cuddleable and wonderful, isn't he?<BR/><BR/>I'm trying this 'knitting' thing, and I think I've got a scarf for him, but the hat will take a lot more work. It'll probably be big, too, but eh. I'm still a newbie at this stuff.<BR/><BR/> FYI, I have officially taken vacation. From the 17th to the 26th of May I shall not be at work, and shall enjoy myself mightily. I wanted to see how you wanted done. I don't really want to come up for more than a few days, though. I got homesick last time, that and I feel terrible leaving Mom to just Dad and Thomas to watch her. -shudder- Anyways, call me if you so wish, any time after 6pm until 930pm. We can work out details.lady-cinnibarhttp://lady-cinnibar.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-23084044718212002932007-11-08T22:54:00.000-08:002007-11-08T22:54:00.000-08:00I feel like such a jerk for not checking on your blog more often or at the very least keeping in touch better. As I read this (early am Nov 9th, well after the fact) I recognized the post-partum depression in almost every part of it. I am glad to hear things are better. I'll be in touch through another channel soon.Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17318429231792458793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-20224899599143424122007-10-24T05:32:00.000-07:002007-10-24T05:32:00.000-07:00Two months. Boy has time flown by. <BR/>I just read some of your earlier journal entries. If I wasn't so far away, I'd volunteer to mind him for a bit so you could get cleaning done, or pamper yourself even a bit. Even so, if I visit, expect my volunteering. And I won't even fuss, because I've minded six cousins between 2 and 10 before. If I can handle six pinballs of hyperactive destruction, I can handle one. :)<BR/><BR/>PS -So... any idea what you want for your birthday? I'm going to the mall on Friday, and then to the post office Saturday, so if you have a request, email me.Katyhttp://lady-cinnibar.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-40885632466903493852007-08-12T14:17:00.000-07:002007-08-12T14:17:00.000-07:00Blue and white? Don't forget college. Their colors were blue and white, weren't they?<BR/><BR/>I'll forgive you the grammatical errors, as you're probably tired and achy all the time right now, and if you can forgive me for my bitchiness while wounded, I can forgive you for grammar errors.<BR/><BR/>Did you have to wear a paper plate hat with all the bows from the presents?<BR/><BR/>They enjoyed the crispy dogs? Strange....<BR/><BR/>Anyway, hope you enjoyed LARPing the other day. Do feel free to call me any time, 'kay? You wouldn't beleive how often I have to smack my hands and say 'no calling Deb'. Mostly because 2am is not an appropriate time to call, but that's strangely enough when your sardonic wisdom is most often missed. Lol. Lemme go wander off now before I say something truly strange!<BR/><BR/>ps- you can feel free to comment me back on my LJ you know. Ahem.Katyhttp://lady-cinnibar.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-6315568768463208232007-07-25T12:44:00.000-07:002007-07-25T12:44:00.000-07:00Mm... major metropolitan areas like I came from?<BR/><BR/>Reminds me, I have a few things I need to send you, and I forgot to send them last week so as they'd reach you on time for the shower. Darn.<BR/><BR/>Ah well, gives me more time to accumulate things to send you. :)Katyhttp://lady_cinnibar.livejournal.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-58104853402411869262007-07-15T12:39:00.000-07:002007-07-15T12:39:00.000-07:00Hmm... I believe that I must kick the computer to make it work.<BR/><BR/>:PThe Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581709023922591028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-86181940434566569002007-07-15T04:45:00.000-07:002007-07-15T04:45:00.000-07:00Nothing to do with your actual post... (Which gives me the wiggins, cuz it's more than likely true), but did you know your link for your hubby's blog isn't working?Katyhttp://lady-cinnibar.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-2917408728169175952007-05-19T16:02:00.000-07:002007-05-19T16:02:00.000-07:00Concerned CT Parent, thanks! It's good to see that I'm not the only one who feels this way about it all.<BR/><BR/>The more I learn about the dark underbelly of the educational system, the more I am tempted to see conspiracies. While I'm not out running after a tin-foil hat, I am seriously questioning why the entire educational system is being dismantled/dumbed down.<BR/><BR/>I think I'll write a bit more of a cohesive rant on that little number soon. Anyways... <BR/><BR/>Thanks for reaffirming that kids need brains! :)The Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581709023922591028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-34589903589652079572007-05-17T11:44:00.000-07:002007-05-17T11:44:00.000-07:00I hate the lattice method and it's bastard cousin too! It's just hard to imagine with all the problems our kids are inheriting (global warming, huge national debt, terrorism) you'd think we'd want to secure our stock in future engineers, scientists, and others in professions that need math. What blows me away is that so many parents, mathematicians and even some educators agree and yet constructivist curricula like Everyday Math (now in it's third printing) keep rolling off the presses and landing in backpacks across the USA. I'm not one for conspiracy theories but sheesh! Can't they see that the emperor is naked?<BR/><BR/>Don't sit back. Fight the good fight for your children. Supplement with math that makes sense because your child will thank you later. Make them solve the problem without the calculator even though the "homelinks" says they should use one. They have a brain, make sure they get to use it well and often.Concerned CT Parenthttp://concernedctparent.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-56149089850849995632007-04-25T07:02:00.000-07:002007-04-25T07:02:00.000-07:00Wow. Ouch. That... yes, it's true. When I worked at the gas station, seeing all the military people pass through, my thought was often 'Is he/ she going to come home again?', and I don't even want to know how many didn't. It would hurt too much. I saw these people. I spoke with them, teased them, was teased back, and sometimes laughed with them. Sometimes I was thanked for my smiles. It hurts to think that they were headed off to die.<BR/>War is hell. There is no other truth about it. War is only 'grand' to the chess masters who orchestrate the soldiers on the field. I am thankful that my brother was sent home from the Navy. I am thankful that due to a medical discharge, he's not being called up, that he never will be called up.<BR/>Aside from that, yes, I'm back. Go see my lj. Oh - and my brother is becoming a bit more of a decent human being. He's still an a**, but at least he's not directing it towards women and children. At least, so long as those women haven't bad mouthed him or acted rude, in which case I frankly say they deserve his attitude. Ah well. I'm off to actually work. :)Katyhttp://lady_cinnibar.livejournal.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-39319281300077400112007-04-12T21:49:00.000-07:002007-04-12T21:49:00.000-07:00I'm bored with break, too. Thank the gods I'm working all next week!! :) *hugs* But, hey, it's almost over.<BR/><BR/>And since it's 12:47 at night/morning...I just forgot the rest of what was in your post :-pLizhttp://wiccanlilly.livejournal.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-1165041373422317372006-12-01T22:36:00.000-08:002006-12-01T22:36:00.000-08:00What can I say?<BR/><BR/>I am infectious.Dr. Evilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05893137578407552392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-1164743397777466062006-11-28T11:49:00.000-08:002006-11-28T11:49:00.000-08:00It would help if you could find a way to remind yourself of the things that I tell you when you're upset -- those retorts to the horrible things that you say about yourself.<BR/><BR/>Maybe I need to make you another set of "flash-cards." ;)<BR/><BR/>Do you really feel like we hashed that out to your satisfaction?Dr. Evilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05893137578407552392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-1163478036564035122006-11-13T20:20:00.000-08:002006-11-13T20:20:00.000-08:00Apology accepted, babe.<BR/><BR/>No sense in beating yourself up over it. At times, especially at night, when all of your worries are looming over you like some kind of anxiety-fed juggernaut, it certainly can leave you feeling like you're alone.That Darling Rascalhttp://www.drsynonymous.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15430763.post-1162670532410748502006-11-04T12:02:00.000-08:002006-11-04T12:02:00.000-08:00Yours can't possibly suck more than mine will :-pLiznoreply@blogger.com