tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44953748280984748922024-03-06T00:59:01.151-06:00life beyond the bleachersDeenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.comBlogger406125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-49920825203826051312014-01-07T21:35:00.001-06:002014-01-07T21:35:52.343-06:00Good luck blooms<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Over the years I have become happily superstitious about my plants. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">We had a peace lilly from my mom's memorial service that always seemed to bloom just before some happy event. In my garden, the most beautiful purple delphinium bloom at the anniversary of my Grandma's passing. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A little piece of Christmas cactus fell off my coworker's larger plant at Thanksgiving, so I stuck it in a spare pot with a random piece of succulent that someone else brought in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">I returned to the office this week to see my new little Christmas cactus starting to bloom</span> and can't help thinking that this little plant - blooming after being carelessly tossed in a pot, barely rooted, and ignored for two weeks of vacation - is a sign of something very happy to come. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yr5GzmIi6-A/UszHldCbeRI/AAAAAAAAFy0/cF4KRiHYQSo/s640/blogger-image-272771296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yr5GzmIi6-A/UszHldCbeRI/AAAAAAAAFy0/cF4KRiHYQSo/s640/blogger-image-272771296.jpg"></a></div>Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-2598213695505348332014-01-03T08:20:00.000-06:002014-01-03T08:20:14.787-06:00Let's reviewThis year I really planned time for myself to focus on shifting years - reflecting on what was 2013, and starting 2014 with intention. More about the intention part later....<br />
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I wanted to collect the past year of memories from the rest of the family, but finding an idea they will play along with can be challenging. On New Year's Day, I put a box of crayons - the big box of 64, with new tips and no broken ones or peeled paper - on the table with a piece of poster board that had 2013 written in the middle in plain bubble letter outlines. <br />
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<br />Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-10283853161284256962014-01-01T22:42:00.001-06:002014-01-01T23:06:05.788-06:00Why, yes. Yes it is.<div>I was riding home with my sister, and set my water in the cup holder. "Is... Is that a rubber toilet?" I asked. </div><div><br></div><div>"Yeah," she said, "I gave the boy $3 to buy something at the book fair and he got that eraser and an itty bitty plunger." </div><div><br></div><div>And he came home with $2. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj96eJvCAN406iMFMWiCHyAvB7jr5ALT2rZlB-6u-2zBME1f4U4YQO7d5WTk8ITAYUB_t222HHhv4r0vE5BWD18gzJmkE_Y_-sWLpubKcbp9m-Cqqj17XjNhUr_Fz7mEqjC2fnxFjBm1pjL/s640/blogger-image--572437594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj96eJvCAN406iMFMWiCHyAvB7jr5ALT2rZlB-6u-2zBME1f4U4YQO7d5WTk8ITAYUB_t222HHhv4r0vE5BWD18gzJmkE_Y_-sWLpubKcbp9m-Cqqj17XjNhUr_Fz7mEqjC2fnxFjBm1pjL/s640/blogger-image--572437594.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-156036109824919142013-12-20T11:12:00.003-06:002013-12-20T11:12:46.503-06:00the real work worldOn the way to school my youngest was complaining about a teacher who said they were too old and too busy for holiday parties. I said, "That's not true - we take time to celebrate in the work world."<br />
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I am so grateful for all of the family I have: kids, step-kids, sons and daughter in-law, sisters, brothers-in-law, nieces, the nephew, my dad, great-grandma, cousins, aunts and uncles, and all of my husband's family members. <br />
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Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-22025400697330488622013-11-21T22:58:00.000-06:002013-12-04T23:27:41.862-06:00just a few more minutesOn Thursdays, school starts half an hour later than the rest of the week
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then make coffee and eat breakfast at home. Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-19558801723339643852013-11-20T23:00:00.000-06:002013-12-04T23:28:26.048-06:00another seasonWe had a parent meeting for the start of the basketball season. The
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goals for themselves and work hard to reach them. Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-36874384810506735122013-11-19T07:23:00.000-06:002013-11-19T07:23:26.118-06:00Plus also...This week the author of the Junie B. Jones series, Barbara Park, passed away. I am thankful for authors like Barbara who bought reading and imagination to my kids throughout their childhoods. <br />
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Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-42040763141237909292013-11-17T08:32:00.000-06:002013-11-17T21:42:11.033-06:00SNL time<span style="font-size: small;">Saturday Night Live has become something that connects me with my girls. We don't stop our lives for it, but when I do catch an episode, I can usually find one of my kids who is also watching. We will often text back and forth during the show. It's a little thing, but gives us common jokes and stories - even apart. </span>Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-31790841937340593942013-11-15T19:34:00.000-06:002013-11-17T21:41:45.077-06:00Finally Friday<span style="font-size: small;">The best part of attending a work conference is having time to take off work after! Turns out my youngest was off school today too, so we got to sleep in and spend the day together.</span><span id="docs-internal-guid-2bb0f0b2-68d7-d972-a94c-b5d2cc130454" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span>Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-13182027773589620992013-11-14T22:55:00.000-06:002013-11-17T21:46:30.463-06:00I work in the best place<span style="font-size: small;">Today there was a security incident at work. It ended safely. Since then I have received communication from every single level of management making sure that facts about the event were conveyed, that staff were prepared for any effects of it, and offering any support services we needed. <br /><br />I am proud to work with people who can respond to an event like this with professionalism. I am beyond grateful to work in a place where I feel that my employer has my back and cares about me.</span>Deenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111947226606156521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-37536719877708059882013-11-14T12:35:00.000-06:002020-01-12T12:39:33.239-06:00Coffee anyone?When we moved into our house we had a beautiful, formal dining room set that we never used because we didn't want to damage it with art projects, backpacks, and piles of junk.<br />
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Her (in fake whiny voice): Mah-ahm, you're ruining my li-ife.<br />
Me (in fake mommy voice): Don't use that tone with me.<br />
Her: Oh my Gah-ahd. Why do you hate meeee?<br />
Me: You are grounded young lady.<br />
Her: Whaaat? You are so unfa-air.<br />
Me: That's it, I want your cell phone too. <br />
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We were laughing about how all three kids really played with all their toys.The Littlest Petshop pets lived in block and lego houses with railroad track roads, and traveled in the playskool camper to visit Fashion Polly. Good times, good times. </div>
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