tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62688802011-04-21T16:38:34.016-04:00Fairfield County Girl Makes Good in the MidwestHoosiermamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12266301585682802131noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268880.post-1111706156874016392005-03-24T17:55:00.000-05:002005-03-24T18:15:56.876-05:00

When time allows, I plan to blog about Chris's surgeon and how amazing open heart surgery is...but for today, I will briefly blog about Chris's new roommate.We are on a list to get a private room and I am here to tell you that it can't happen fast enough.Today, Chris was transferred from the ICU to the regular cardiac nursing ward. This is supposed to be a good thing, but sadly, Chris has the

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Perhaps I have mentioned that our house has great views from every room on the first floor. In our master bedroom, there are huge windows facing the very private back yard and also facing the side yard. You can enjoy the views from not only the bedroom but from the master bath and the master closet/dressing room.So, the other morning, I was going through my morning routine, at least the routine

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Chris is still on second shift (3-10 PM_ and will be through Friday night. I pack him his dinner every day, and since food is one of the few ways I can think of to comfort him lately, I try to pack him a real dinner. Last night, I packed him vegetable lasagne with a side of roasted beets, drizzled in a dressing of flax seed oil (good for the heart)and rice vinegar. When he came home, he said

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It is Friday night at about 8:30 and now that I am done putting Jack to bed, mopping the kitchen floor, cleaning the kitchen and the laundry room sinks and folding some laundry, I can sit down with a cup of herbal tea and write to my loyal readers. No, no...please don't be sad that I have to toil so. Just think of me as rather heroic and long suffering. That will do just fine.Chris is on what

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A mom of a schoolmate of Jack, Julie, recently asked me to be on a panel in an IU class called "Stress and the Family". (I guess I wouldn't be asked to be on the "Sex and the City" panel...alas.) Julie teaches the class and was planning a discussion on divorce and blended families. I agreed to participate because I love to hear myself talk and because I am sure that the gems of wisdom dripping

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Alert the media! Jack went back to school today! I actually had some free time and got to work out and get some errands done. One said errand was to drop off some documents at our new estate attorney's office. It is a drag, but we are getting all of our affairs in order in case something untoward happens in Cleveland. Chance favors the prudent so we should be just fine.Today Jack wanted to

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Where to start? Well, the topic of the moment, okay, the topic of almost every moment, is Chris's upcoming surgery. Now that the date is set, it seems so much more real. Chris and I will leave for Cleveland on Sunday March 20. On Monday, he has all his pre-op stuff. On Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on how Monday goes and how the surgeon's schedule is, Chris will have surgery. Then, he

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From time to time, Jack participates in studies at the IU Psychology department. It is interesting and fun for him. Most of the studies that we have participated in have to do with how kids learn certain things. Today's was about how kids learn the names of objects by their shapes. Or, that it was it seemed like to me. Anyway, Jack was game for the test until we walked into the room and he

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Happy Valentine's Day, Beloved Readers! I don't know about you, bu I celebrated by making an absolute pig of myself at dinner/desert. I have been doing the weight watchers point diet for the past week and finally went berserk! I just wanted to lose a few pounds before Spring springs and decided to use that diet rather than my tried and true Atkins. For some reason, I just can't get my mind

Hoosiermamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12266301585682802131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268880.post-1107829819583160062005-02-07T21:30:00.000-05:002005-02-07T21:30:29.123-05:00

What I like most about this blog is that it makes me feel so connected our friends who don't live in Bloomington. I started this up again and almost immediately, I feel as if I am in contact with so many people all at once. Illusion or reality? Who cares...it makes me feel connected and that is a good thing. Today was, happily, uneventful. Jack had an impressive cough and stayed home from

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It is Superbowl Sunday and Chris is actually watching the game. I peeked in at halftime just to see how Puritanical the half-time show had become since the bare breast incident. It is amazing what power a nipple has. Babies squeal for joy when they can get one, grown men worship them and network sponsors live in fear of them. What a strange place, this earth. This weekend was filled

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I am thinking that this is an appropriate way to re-start the BLOG. This week marks one year (gasp!) since we made the move to Indiana. And, to celebrate, I went to the barber's today to get my hair cut. Yep...the HoosierMama got her hair cut at Charlie's Barber Shop. Here is the story... I dropped Jack off at his weekly hour-long pottery class at the Waldron Art Center. I picked up two

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Where to begin? I just read my last entry and that was a month and a day ago. I can't believe that I have gone from writing almost every day to just about once a month. My blog is like my other correspondances lately...poor. I was thinking the other day how I haven't been keeping in touch with people very well lately and I was starting to feel bad about it...guilty and sort of incompetent.

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Is that how you spell that? Anyway, we moved in about 12 days ago and that is why you haven't heard a peep from yours truly. The move went incredibly smoothly but the settling in has been very slow going. It will take us awhile to get settled. The kitchen is not done yet but should be done by the end of next week. The only real glitch has been the installation of the vent hood. The story

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Greetings from Pooterville. Until reacently, I did not know what Pooter meant. Apparently, it is a juvenile midwestern term for a flatulent person. It is Jack's favorite word. Sadly, it has become my, Kate's and Meg's favorite word of the hour as well. Jack is completely enjoying his newest foray into potty talk. Pooper! Pooter! Poopy! Butt-crack! Butt-hole! The other day after going

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My kitchen cabinets are all hung and some of the molding has been put up. The cabinets look SO good in my kitchen. They go up to the ceiling (10 feet) and the upper upper cabs are glass. I am going to put vintage cookie jars in them. I ordered some red glass knobs for the doors. The cabs are white, the floor black and the counter top will be black. My office, which is right off the kitchen

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When Meg came back, we looked through the classifieds for used cars for her. We checked out several, drove a few and almost bought a couple. Nothing worked out all the way, though. After a few weeks, we decided to give her my old Accord with 91,000 miles on it...in great condition with at least another 91,000 to go. So, I needed a new car. After researching the local dealerships and

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I turned 42 last week. On Wednesday. Chris was working second shift, so we postponed my birthday celebration until Friday. I had planned to fix Meg and me something nice to eat on Wed evening but I had forgotten an important ingredient. When Meg came home from work she was STARVING and just could NOT wait to eat. So, I ended up fixing her something fast, putting Jack to bed and defrosting

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I think that it has been an entire month since I have BLOGGED. It seems like so much longer. I thought that I had given this blog up, but lately, I have felt like writing again...so here I am. Besides, my public needs me. I won't try to catch up on everything for two reasons. There is lots of stuff and most of it may be boring to most of you. So, I will give the top lines and move on... We

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I guess that it had to happen. Jack just loves the word Poop lately and is excessively proud and delighted every time he passes gas. This morning, he came into our room and proceeded to sit on my head with his bare bottom (his pj pants are always falling down) saying, I am going to poop on your head mommy! and then cracking up. What a fine young man. I do hope that this is a normal stage and

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I guess that it had to happen. Jack just loves the word Poop lately and is excessively proud and delighted every time he passes gas. This morning, he came into our room and proceeded to sit on my head with his bare bottom (his pj pants are always falling down) saying, I am going to poop on your head mommy! and then cracking up. What a fine young man. I do hope that this is a normal stage and

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It is very late. made pizza from scratch today. Almost really good. I will keep working on it. Rented Kill Bill Vol 1 and watched about half of it. It is something. Lots of blood fountains from decapitations and severed limbs...sort of like an anime, violent comic book but beautifully filmed. Or it is a complete self indulgence for a juvenile Tarantino. I don't know why, but I actually

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It is very late. made pizza from scratch today. Almost really good. I will keep working on it. Rented Kill Bill Vol 1 and watched about half of it. It is something. Lots of blood fountains from decapitations and severed limbs...sort of like an anime, violent comic book but beautifully filmed. Or it is a complete self indulgence for a juvenile Tarantino. I don't know why, but I actually

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I am somewhat pensive tonight, probably because I have been reading the headlines and browsing MoveOn. Org. The Barely Tolerable Universe is what this world is called in Buddhism. At first I thought that wasn't true, but I now think that it is true. My life is pretty wonderful, even on a so-called bad day. But for most of the people in the world, life is really hard. REALLY HARD. Survival

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As you last left our heroine, she was about to embark on a not-so-thrilling vacation, which she was not looking forward to, truth-be-told. Let's join her now, back from her motor adventure and see what she has to say: Well, folks, I am back. We arrived home yesterday night after the longest driving day of our trip...thirteen hours! In total, we put approx. 2500 miles on the odometer in seven

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Tomorrow we leave on a long car trip. I guess one could loosely call this a vacation, since Chris won't be working and we are going somewhere. Our first stop is New Castle, PA. We will visit Chris's aunts and cousins...there are several of them. One of the aunts & uncles is having a weinie & corn roast at their house. It is a big deal when they have it. Corn picked from the Amish farm down

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Maybe I will make this a Sunday night weekly blog. A work in progress, this is. Nice day today. It was actually cold and damp. Felt a little like fall. Chris was working this weekend so Jack and I just hung out. Today we went to KMart where I was tempted to buy Martha Stewart items that I did not need just to support her company. It isn't that I like her or that I think that she isn't guilty

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I am finally in bed, where I have wanted to be on and off all day. It isn't that I am depressed and want to take to my bed. It is more that I just want to be alone and have my whole brain to myself. There just have been too many activities this weekend, although I don't think I got very much accomplished. Friday night we went out to Jazz in July. Next week we will definitely go without Jack.

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Under water, I mean.  Yesterday was the big day when Jack finally got comfortable putting his whole head under water.  Now, for those of you who are not Jack's mom - oh yeah, I guess that is all of you - it might not be all that big of a deal.  But for me, it was so exciting.  We have been working on this all summer and after 23 lessons, By George, I think he's got it!  He had such a little

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July 14...Power On, Internet OFF I am blogging off line AGAIN because now we have no internet service. I am a little surprised at how internet dependent I have become. For instance, I want to check some specs on appliances...and I can't. I want to investigate using marble instead of granite on my kitchen island...and I can't. I want to check my email...and I can't. Waaah. Will my luxury

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I am blogging off line because we are without power. I have no idea when we will get it back. This is our first Hoosier power outage. There was a HUGE thunderstorm earlier. It must have been massive in size because it was moving at 30 miles per hour and it still lasted a long time. Anyway, I am grateful that the days are long here and we still have big daylight at 8PM. When the power first

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We saw "The Quiet American" tonight with Michael Caine and Brendon Fraser. I hadn't heard much about it and Chris sort of picked it out by chance at the video store. It was very very good. I guess it was based on a novel or story by Graham Greene. Recommend it. It takes place in Vietnam in 1952. Part love story, suspense. I was going to blog about what I did today, but basically it was

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The jazz concert last night was great. It was outdoors...on a terrace at the (IM PEI designed) art school at IU. The weather was perfect (until it started to thuder...what's new?). It is hard to omit the superlatives from the BLOG because I have to point out (AGAIN) how incredible the music scene is here. The Caswell Sisters - the jazz group we saw- both went to Bloomington North High School

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We are going to a jazz concert tonight at the IU art school. The Caswell Sisters are playing a free concert for the Jazz in July series. One plays violin and the other cello. I have never heard jazz violin before so it should be interesting. They are IU grads and quite well known locally. After the concert we are going to Scholars Inn for dinner with Lily and Sean Flynn. It should be a

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It's 9:19 PM. I am sitting here on my bed with a facial mask on, looking, shall we say, lovely? I have slathered this enzymatic lotion all over my "zoo" feet. The purpose of this stuff is to eat through all the hard skin and make my little tootsies new again. It burns. Before I applied aformentioned mask, I removed all unwanted whiskers from my lady-like chin. I am working hard to be a

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It's 9:19 PM. I am sitting here on my bed with a facial mask on, looking, shall we say, lovely? I have slathered this enzymatic lotion all over my "zoo" feet. The purpose of this stuff is to eat through all the hard skin and make my little tootsies new again. It burns. Before I applied aformentioned mask, I removed all unwanted whiskers from my lady-like chin. I am working hard to be a

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I think my life is just fine and dandy, but let's face it. It ain't very juicy. Back in the day, it was, but now, to an outside observer...YAWN. I am amazed that I have even three readers. I took care of the financial stuff for the closing today. We close next Tuesday but don't get possession of the house until Friday. Indiana is wacky that way. Very weird. So, next Friday night, I am

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See Fahrenheight 911. If you are a moderate, it will make you sick. If you are not a fan of Bush, it will make you sick. If you ARE a fan of Bush, it will make you sick. See? It has something for everyone. I realize it is a totally biased movie but I do believe that everything presented in it is absolutely factual. No matter what side of the fence you are on, the issues raised in the film

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Today we saw a hearse parked downtown. In its windows, were little posters advertising a "Traditional Christian Funeral" at an "Untraditional Price" ...$2500 or so. If you keep your eyes open, there is always something interesting to see. Last night we went to the Bloomington Pops Concert with five other couples and their kids. We had a picnic dinner and Jack and I marched in the kids' parade

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We went to Indy today to pick out the granite for our island top. (The rest of the counters are soapstone...www.vermontsoapstone.com for those who are interested) Anyway, on the way, we saw a huge billboard. It had two signs on it. The one on the left said in huge bold letters...AVOID HELL REPENT NOW. Below those lines, in smaller (but still huge) letters it said TRUST JESUS TODAY. The

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Today, Jack experienced his first little heart break. Little Madeline refused to hold his hand after swimming lessons. Jack and Madeline always hold hands and walk to the parking lot together and tonight, she flat out refused and held her cousin Torrey's hand instead. Jack was CRUSHED. It was heartbreaking for me too. Not only did she refuse to hold his hand, Madeline got "promoted" to Level

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I am out of blogging practice. Bear with me... I have been pretty busy trying to get the plans for the kitchen remodel finalized. It is a bit challenging because we are moving it really fast and because we don't have daily access to the house so that we can mull things over in the actual setting. I won't bore you with the details of everything we are doing, but I am pretty excited about it.

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It is Tuesday night, almost eleven. I should be sleeping because Jack got up at FIVE AM!!!! today, but I wanted to blog a bit. Chris has been out of town at a conference since Saturday morning. It seems like he has been gone so long. Since he has been gone, Jack learned to ride a bike and I have designed my new kitchen and gotten an estimate (OUCH!) and a timeline from a cabinet vendor. Now,

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Did I mention how much I love this town? Only a million times? Greetings loyal readership. Tomorrow is our home inspection. I am going to be there studying the kitchen for what I can do to make it perfect. I already had the cabinet guy out to give me an estimate on how much it would cost to repaint them and rework them around the cooktop. I want to have a larger on than they have. During

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We are thinking about making a few changes to the kitchen in the new house before we move in. The biggest would be to replace the existing cooktop with a larger one. This sounds like a small thing at first but it could be pretty major because of the way the current cooktop and hood is installed now. The guy who built the cabinets is meeting me out at the house on Tuesday morning to give us an

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Today I worked out at the Y. I want to share with you a conversation I had with the guy who works in the weight/arobic work out area. He is a retired doctor who used to live in Bronxville, NY. He works at the Y to keep busy and (as I learned today) because he is a total gossip hound. He lives in a section of the area we were going to purchase land in and that is how I know him. We say hello

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I cannot stop playing the harmonica! I play it sometimes when I drive, hoping I don't pass anyone I know. I play it when I get into bed. I play it when I am in the kitchen. You name it. I really love the instrument. And, if I must say so (and, of course, I MUST), I am not too bad at it. Next week is my last class. I am going to take the intermediate course later this summer if they offer

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They have taken our house out of new listings so the way to view it is to search by the MLS number. Go to www.homefinder.org Put the following number in the MLS box: 10031562 I hope it works.

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We got the signed agrement to purchase back today and it looks like we will close in August. Wow. Hard to believe. If you want to see the house, here is how to do it: Go to www.homefinder.org Click on "new listings" Go to the last page of the new listings (today, there were four pages) and then click on the Russell Road property. There are sixteen photos. Enjoy the little tour. We are

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So, I am sitting in a conference room at the realtor's office waiting to sign some paperwork. The buyer is going to sign our offer today, making it the third accepted offer we have gotten since we moved here. What a crack up. I am going to call myself the J. Lo of real estate. One fiance after another for her and one property after another for me. The listing is on the computer now...I'll put

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So, Chris and I went to look at a house tonight and we put in an offer on it. It just cracks me up. It is the third purchase offer I have signed since in Bloomington and will be the third that we will have had accepted if it goes through. We were all set to build but then this came on the market and here we are... This house is pretty much everything we want and it was in excellent condition.

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Tonight we went to an event at the Bloomington Cooking School called "Under the Tuscan Moon". It was sort of a cooking class/evening out. First, we sat at tables and were served Prosecco (sp?), the Italian equivalent of Champagne. Then, we all went into the teaching kitchen to see the creation of three of the dishes that were to be served. Then, we went to a buffet of twenty or so Italian

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A dramatic title for such a little thought. I am thinking about stopping the blog again. When things look new, it is easy to think that you are writing something witty and insightful. After things settle down into a routine, as they have, writing becomes dull and sort of diary-like. At least, this is the case if one is not a good writer. Alas, that is how I see this blog anymore. Just a

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I am writing this on my word processing program and plan to upload it later after it stops storming. It seems that we have a thunderstorm almost every day lately, sometimes several times a day. They are impressive storms with very loud thunder and lots and lots of streak lightening. Last night, the thunder was so loud it woke Jack up. The whole house vibrates sometimes. Right now, our county

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I might not be able to blog for long because it is thunderstorming on and off (AGAIN!!!). It storms almost every day here. The last two nights, we have been woken up in the wee hours by LOUD thunder and relentless lightning and torrential pelting rain. This evening, we experienced our first tornado warning, complete with town sirens. I didn't hear them but my friend Lilly called and told us

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I want to write all about the weekend because it was an interesting one. But, I am so tired out (okay, hungover) from last night's festivities that I shall keep this brief and do my writing about the weekend tomorrow. Okay? Last night we went to a dinner benefit. There were seven featured chefs who each made one course and along with those courses came seven wines. Suffice it to say that I

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I am just taking a quick break from what has become our new bedtime pastime. Chris and I are both in bed practicing our harmonica scales. I am serious. We have been getting into bed and getting out our little stand up practice guides and doing our scales over and over together. Who said romance fades? Jack got into the hippie school!!! Yippee!! Gotta go and practice my scales.

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I read some headlines in grocery line today. "Britany Spears: What she wants next!" Good Lord! Who cares?? Lisa Marie BLOWS UP! Turns into fat dad Elvis. I am not kidding about this one. Fourteen signs that tell you if he will love you forever. Are there really exactly fourteen? Wow. Who knew? Seriously, though, I saw a great bumpersticker the other day. (Bear with me if I already Blogged

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There is a great deal of harmonica practicing going on at the McGary household after I attended my first harmonica class last night. Yep. Chris has been hogging the old harp all day! He had the day off and he decided that he wanted to learn how to play this beguiling instrument. I am going to have to buy another harmonica tomorrow if I think that I might want to play it as well. Jack is

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This is my eighty-first post, just in case you were wondering. The blog posting site has a new format and it tells you how many posts you have done. I started this right before the new year on a whim and it has been such a good thing for me. The consistency of writing it has carried me through all these changes in a way. Plus, writing it and knowing that you read it makes me feel that I am

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It is ten pm. I am in bed with the windows open, enjoying the fresh cool air. Kate and Chris are in the living room talking hard core science. I am completely impressed with how smart they are. Kate arrived home today with boyfriend Phil and friend Jacob in tow. I love them all. It is a treat to have them here. They leave Sunday for NYC where Phil and Jacob lives and where Kate is spending

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So, there is this guy who works out at the Y who is, shall we say, rather enamored with the new testament and with Jesus. One can often find him in the cardio room with his bible under his arm, talking enthusiastically to others while they work out. From what I can see, he is talking to people he knows, not about religion, but about secular stuff. One day, he was wearing a T-shirt that said "

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Ah, Gentle Readers! (Sorry Miss Manners). I know that many of you have been checking daily to see what our heroine is up to. Alas, I have been so down in the dumps I could not write without risk of bringing my readership down with me. And, of course, I would never want that. You may be relieved to know that I am on the mend - actually, I am almost back to my old happy Bloomington self.

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Ah, Gentle Readers! (Sorry Miss Manners). I know that many of you have been checking daily to see what our heroine is up to. Alas, I have been so down in the dumps I could not write without risk of bringing my readership down with me. And, of course, I would never want that. You may be relieved to know that I am on the mend - actually, I am almost back to my old happy Bloomington self.

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Yesterday, I was having this tender moment with my son. I looked into his wonderful blue eyes and said, "Jackson, I love you so much. I am so glad that you are my son. Do you know that?" He looked back at me with a smile and a twinkle in those baby blues and said, "POOPY!" Men. They sure know how to ruin the moment. I am happy to report that I am moving on from the house thing. I woke

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Today, I was reading to Jack and I said to him, "I love you, honey. I am so glad that you are my son, you know that?" It was a tender moment, full of meaning. Then, he looked at me with his big blue eyes and said, "POOOOPEEEE". Nice. Today, I woke up really bummed about the house. I started thinking about how we could remedy the patio/garage problem and wondered if I should call the

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I don't know quite how to tell you this, but we are not going to buy the house. We had two inspections; your basic home inspection and a second look from a structural engineer. The long and the short of it is this: The basic inspection went very well. The basic inspector guy said that the house was built well and that there were no major problems. But, the structural engineer couldn't

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Ah, where to begin? Chris's parents are visiting for the week. They arrived Saturday and will leave next Saturday. It is sort of a long visit but I really love them and they are easy to have here. Jack ADORES them. Besides, I get my semi-annual dose of Fair and Balanced Fox News Show because my father-in-law watches them every night. I forget how incredible some of these TV personalities

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I am getting so excited about this house! Today, I went to the library and researched the history of the house. It is in a neighborhood called Vinegar Hill, which was so named because it was at one time near apple orchards. Apples that had fallen to the ground rotted and gave off a vinegar smell. The neighborhood was mostly built between 1900 and 1940 by/for limestone quarry owners or master

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Today I lined up the inspection guy for our house and also left a message for the structural engineer we want to work with. We want to make sure that we can do the things we want to do as far as moving walls...etc...is concerned. I am going to go the the library tomorrow and get some books on decorating and renovating. I am SO excited. I just hope that the structural stuff comes out okay.

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Okay...where were we....oh yes. I was crying myself a river. Well, the sun did come up the next day and the next and the next so all is well now in Bloomington. Jack didn't get sick again all week and other than congestion and a cough, he was completely fine. I did keep him home from school though because he was a bit snotty. Plus, it is such a playschool environment that I figured he wasn't

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Bear with me...I am feeling a little sorry for pampered self. First off, I spent the day with my sick child. Jack woke up this morning feeling sick and proceeded to vomit all morning. Because he had headcold symptoms as well, I worried that he might have strep, which, has been going around. I took him to the doctors at about one and he vomited on the way. To be fair, it was just water

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Hi All. Is this the longest I have gone without BLOGGING? And why do I put that word in all CAPS? Let's catch up. I think that when we last spoke, the owners of the house we are looking at had come down one thousand (yep folks, that is one whole thousand) dollars from their asking price in their negotiations. In round two, they came down a whopping three thousand more. These folks just

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We currently live in a rental complex that has lots of apartments and some free standing houses. We are on a little street in this complex, in a free standing house. There are two other houses across the "street". Today, the four-year old girl from across the street came to our door and asked if she could come in and play with Jack. Jack and she had a great time. She came over again with her

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So, we made an offer on the house yesterday. I wrote the owners a little letter to go with the offer and I baked them some scones. The scones were packaged in the traditional Lucky Guy Bakery manner and so looked lovely. I am now afraid that the offer was too low but we will have to wait and see. I will blog more later and keep you all posted. Tonight we are going to see Herbie Hancock so I

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So, today we walked through the house with a designer and an architect. I realized that I want this house. Chris is game so we are going to make an offer on it tomorrow. The difficult part is knowing what amount to offer. I don't think that the sellers need the money, so there isn't a minimum amount they must get. Mrs. King's first husband was president of American Express so my guess is

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Hello from the state that does not spring forward or fall back. As of today, we are now an hour behind the east coast. It has great advantages...The Sopranos are on now at 8PM instead of 9 and we can get go bed earlier on Sunday nights. So, I know that you are all waiting to hear about the house. Well, in a nutshell...it appears to have great bones and appears to be well built. But, it is

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Last night, we went to Lily & Sean Flynn's house for "Wednesday Night Dinner". Sean works with Chris. They have two kids around Jack's age. It was great. We arrived right after the guys got out of work (around 5:30) and had margaritas while the kids played and then sat down to eat a delicious dinner, family style. It was really fun. The kids had so much fun and the adults had lots of laughs.

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So the realtor calls today and tells me that I will be the first person through the door into the house we have been waiting and waiting to see. There are four interested parties. The appointments will begin at 5PM on Saturday evening and each be 45 minutes long, back to back. And you know what??? We will be out of town. I can't believe these owners. We are going to St. Louis on Saturday AM

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Is there anything better than being in bed early after a not so great day? What? Oh, you want me to tell you my troubles? Oh, no...I couldn't. What? You insist? Are you sure? Of course, I know that's what friends are for. Well, if you insist... Okay, so today, I called Bloomington Montesorri school because I was tired of waiting to hear from them. Keep in mind that they told me that

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First let me inform you all that I am premenstral and retaining water. Or if I must be painfully honest, I am retaining desert from last night. Anyway, I was very cranky today and just feeling sort of low in spirits in general. I went shopping for a little while and I bought a cardigan at Talbots. This was a bit of a shock for me as I have been used to purchasing mid-life crisis clothing such

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What a wonderful day! I apologize to those who encourage me to speak disparagingly about my new home town. I must, once again, sing its praises. Today, Jack went to school for his two-hour session. In that short time, I was able to stalk the house we are trying in vain to see (I drive around and around the block, craning my head to see anything new), work out at the Y, do some limited shopping

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These are the headlines I saw while I stood in the checkout line today. There were many more but only these come to mind right now. What a world. I was just on hold on the phone listening to the hold music. A woman singer was crooning away. I quote: "I raise my glass to the way you kiss my ass." I bet she didn't hold onto that guy for long. More later on this bat channel.

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Okay people. Here is the scoop on the house we are trying to see. The couple who owns it (the Kings) is going into an assisted living community. (I think that they have actually moved already.) It seems that they did not want to make this move. While they were in Florida last week, their adult daughter had the movers come and move their stuff into the assisted living place in town. Their

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Today at the post office, I saw a notice for preparation classes for the mail carrier exam. It was in English and also in Spanish. Do we really want people delivering our mail who can't read enough English to comprehend a simple notice? Shouldn't one be able to read English to deliver mail? The night sky is beautiful here. There isn't as much night light and not as many trees, so I think

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One thing that I keep forgetting to mention is that at two of the grocery stores here, in the produce sections they play "Singin' in the Rain" just before the automatic sprayers come on over the produce. I get a chuckle out of it every time. The other day, Jack and I went to the Y to swim. The teaching pool, the smaller, warmer pool where we usually swim, was unexpectedly closed. So, instead

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At night, most nights, freight trains pass through town. They blow their horns loudly and long and I love the sound of it. It is loud and far away at the same time. Sometimes, it even wakes me up in the middle of the night. There is something comforting about it. I couldn't begin to explain why. Maybe it is like the clanking heater in our old house. This is a quiet week. Everyone is on

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Let's see...where were we? Ah, yes. I wrote last on Thursday. It is Sunday night at 10:15. Still loving Bloomington, although I have a bit of a cold, so I am loving it from a cranky perspective. Friday night, we went to an Irish dinner at the Bloomington Cooking School (I know, how does a town this size support their own cooking school??) I bought six tickets (the last six of only

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Jack is obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine and all of the trains and track configurations lately. He doesn't have the Edward engine yet, a fact that he makes sure that I am aware of on an hourly basis. I finally said, "Maybe the Easter Bunny will bring it to you. You can make some eggs for the Easter bunny and leave them out for him and then he will give you something." Jack thought for

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I was thinking tonight that maybe it is time to stop blogging. I don't know. I was on a roll there for awhile when we moved her and I think that I got as close to funny and interesting writing as I can get. Now we are in more of a routine and although I am having new experiences all the time, I think that blog is getting pretty dull. I do enjoy writing it though. I guess I can leave it up to

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So, today I called the Bloomington Country Club. We are interested in joining so that Chris can golf and I can lunch. Anyway, there is no waiting list, the monthly fee is a reasonable $250 per month and that includes greens fees. The food minimum is $600 per year. We won't pay an initiation fee because Chris's practice has a corporate membership. We need two sponsors or the sign-off of the

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Yeah, I know. It is still the honeymoon phase of the move. Everything is novel, exciting. But, even so, I cannot believe our good fortune of having landed here. Bloomington continues to exceed my expectations on a daily basis. The evidence that this might not wear off completely is the opinions of scores of other Bloomingtonians who are wild about their town. Mothers in their 30s and 40s,

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I heard a song on the radio today. "You cauterize my feelings with your flaming tongue, I 'm reeling." Just wanted to share it before I forgot. Also, today is windy. Jack says that the wind is telling us that spring is on its way. He went on to say that spring is brining us a present, summer!

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Just a quickie tonight. I am so tired. For some reason, we are getting to bed much later here than in Fairfield and Jack is still getting up just as early. Do the math. I am sleep deprived. I still love this town. There is so much to do here and it is all so accessible. Tomorrow night, Chris and I are going out to a Moroccan restaurant and then to a (free) screening of a documentary film

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The title above is comprised of the latest song lyrics that my genius son has written. He speaks the phrases in a good rythymic beat over and over and he intersperses boom-chick-a-boom sounds between verses. Borderline autism or musical genius? You make the call. Today we did our routine. "Jumpers and Climbers" at the Y for Jack and a good workout for me. Lunch. Post office to mail some

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testing

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A Very Good Day in Bloomington, Indeed. Today, I cut Jack's hair with the professional clippers. I had never done it before. Chris is the designated barber in our family but since he is out of commisssion with his broken wrist, I thought I would give it a try. And may I say that I think that I did an even better job than Chris? Now, Jack and I both have close-to-crew-cuts. He looks very

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It is late and I want to get a good night's sleep so this will be brief. Today we went to see Miss Saigon with two of Chris's partners and their wives. One of the couples had two extra tix and invited us. I had seen it when it opened on Broadway a million years ago and didn't like it then. I knew that Chris would hate it. But, we accepted the invitation to be social. It was at Indiana

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Big day today. First haircut in Bloomington. Found a great hairdresser by asking a woman at (where else?) the Y who cuts her hair. I took her suggestion and got one of the best haircuts I can remember for about 25% less than I was paying in CT. Her name is Nicole and she is 23 and called me "dear" several times. Very sweet. After I had my hair cut, I wandered into this store upstairs in the

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