tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54852052011-04-21T21:19:46.363-04:00<b>|gərl| <i>noun</i> a young or <u>relatively</u> young woman <br>|glīd| <i>noun</i> a smooth continuous movement</b> <br><br><i>SMOOTH?!?!</i> Well, one can always hope.Julihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784888470050664122noreply@blogger.comBlogger3991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485205.post-1163008049520799992006-11-08T12:46:00.000-05:002006-11-08T12:47:29.546-05:00

My new site's URL is http://web.mac.com/julidavis

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Oh Oh Oh! It looks like the iWeb gig is working--for now! I'm still tentative so I won't suggest changing your link just yet.

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Oh bother. Looks like I'll be hangin' around here a while longer! I just don't want to make the time to learn the iWeb stuff, I guess. It all seemed to be TOO easy then it wasn't, so what the hey... I'll just stay here for a spell. :)

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It's time to get busy with my Mac. So, I'm working on a new site here. Change your bookmarks, bloglines, blogrolls, post-it notes, and scribbles in crayon.

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1. I am an only child but I was born with three sisters and two brothers. You figure it out.2. I can knot a cherry stem in my mouth. My husband of 17 yrs. just learned and witnessed this for the 1st time last night.3. I refuse to do business with Exxon, Wal-Mart or Sam's.4. I have never had a broken bone.5. I have never had to wear braces although I really wanted to as a child.6. I wanted to wear

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None of Nature's landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild. -John MuirThanks to Jodi for reminding me of this site and the importance of judging what is real.

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I received a complimentary copy of this magazine and really have no need for it. No babies around here, ya know. I'd like a mommy to have it though! The first to comment will get it... just email your mailing address to me!

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Cathy Z. posted this You Tuber and I was near tears by the time the video ended. It came at a good time as I try to learn how to hug, step back and let people, well, my niece, live her life as she wishes. I hugged her when I left IN in August fearing for her and her newborn daughter. Without sounding too judgmental, suffice it to say that her decision-making is completely based on a fight or

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Last month, I spent a lot of time reading blogs associated with scrapbooking. I read manufacturer's websites, clicked through galleries of page submissions, researched online kit companies, you name it! I scoured the web! September was a lucky month for me thanks to taking the time to read so many sites. It was my great fortune to spend time on the Li'l Davis Designs site because I entered a

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At first, I thought it was just behavioral. Zoe is very much MY cat, she's my shadow. When I flew to IN in late August, it was no surprise to learn that she'd gone into her depression mode. When the mama ain't home, there ain't no reason to get up. In addition to being a slug, she started making the living room her litter box, which is a huge no-no. When I got home, the behavior hadn't improved.

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For more years than I care to admit, I've been collecting papercrafting supplies. Most are commonly used in scrapbooking but I'm not a "scrapper". I usually use my supplies for mail art, ATCs, postcards and cards. I live in my head a lot and think about making scrapbook pages. I was an avid scrapbooker when I was a teenager. The book from my senior year is obscenely obese with memorabilia from

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No, the GRE didn't kill me, I'm still here. However, it wasn't a good experience. It was like those days that start out by stubbing your toe on a door jamb on the way to the bathroom and end after a long line of other equally disastrous events have occurred. The exam's test site was at my alma mater, the University of North Florida. (Locals usually call it UNF for You Never Finish, but I somehow

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I'll use any excuse I can to get out of studying for the GRE. I'm scheduled to take the exam on Tuesday and am not feeling confident, not confident at all. I still have a couple days to get in some exam cramming but it's hard when you have something as cute as this next to you. This excuse is called cute distraction, aka Omega.

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A CALL FOR ART FOR "A PLACE TO BARK"I discovered Bernie and her mission this morning and am feverishly spreading the word. I'm encouraging all papercrafters, knitters, jewelry makers, painters, and artists of all kind to create and donate. Send along something to help Bernie, an artist herself, and her mission to make a difference. Oh, and she says kids art, too! So why not make it a family

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More mail love today... this time in trade. I keep a list of items I'd like to trade: crafty items like scrapbook papers and embellishments, maps for art journals or envelope making, beads for beading, etc. on Nervousness. This nervousness person sent me a wonderful box of goodies! Some of the included items were: handmade soaps, vanilla scented candles, rub-on letters, blank colored envelopes,

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Note to self: Eat healthier. Buying fruit isn't enough... you must actually eat it to benefit from it's natural goodness. Do NOT eat a log of raw cookie dough again! Yes, it took you three days, but still...

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Those friendly folks over at High Hopes Gardens just don't have enough to do around their homestead! They're encouraging folks to show 'em theirs... so I did. Show Me Your...

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It's raining here this afternoon and I love that. Not only are we, like so many areas in the country, in need of rain, it just makes for a nice afternoon. It makes me glad for the sunshiny day we had a couple days ago when I was able to put my laundry on the line to dry. Sheets dried in the fresh air are the best.

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Ok, a post about some good things.Last night, we set our cheapness aside and went to a "night movie". You see, we know that movies all end the same way no matter when you see them so going to a matinee is usually our thing but last night, well, last night we needed a special treat. Ok, what we needed was an escape. Our hearts were heavy and our eyes were weepy so we forked out the cash and

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It's important to not make decisions that one will later regret. Today's action on a decision made several days ago is not settling without a fight. It came to a point of choosing our personal welfare over the welfare of a couple chickens. It sounds really stupid to someone who doesn't embrace animals or to someone who doesn't consider chickens animals of the pet kind. I never would have EVER

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I recently received some of my favorite kind of love: Mail Love. A fellow bookcrosser in the Netherlands sent me a book from one of my wish lists. It was a complete RABCK (Random Act of Bookcrossing) and I was reminded that in order to feel better sometimes, it's good to do something for someone else. So, today I'm mailing out three RABCKs to unsuspecting bookcrossers. I haven't even gone to

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This morning, I unconceivably got the urge to pull weeds from the butterfly garden. Ginger was keeping me company while Ella took care of business in her egg-laying nest. I was reminded of a poem my sister-in-law Lesle wrote after the death of her brother, my husband's brother, Perry. She reminisced about their childhood as a family and the weeds they sorted through as time went on. It made

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My sister, Gina Marie, passed away today. I will always remember her for her youthful beauty and huge heart. She was the best big sister to have when a little sister needed one and I'll miss her.

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Listen to me, I'm a klutz. I can't believe what a klutz I was at the airport in Louisville last week. I had stopped by a rip-you-off shop to buy some postcards, Maker's Mark goodies and a little something to remind me of Louisville. Like all my childhood memories aren't enough?! Well, I saw the Kokopelli painted pony and knew that was the one for me. I love the Kokopelli. I had the shopguy

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Ella's eggs sure are small. She's laid three since Wednesday and I've photographed today's egg aside an egg I bought at the grocery. I was with her when she laid this morning and I'm not so sure she's doing it right. She spent nearly an hour twirling around in a circle trying to get her nest just so. After that, she stood up, flared her wings out a little, squatted a little and less than a

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There was no second thought about going to be with Gina when I got the call. My only dilemma was deciding when. I had to make that same decision in '93 when I learned my mother had bone cancer. It wasn't until I went to her first oncology appointment that I learned she also had cirrhosis of the liver. A little factoid my mother chose not to disclose but hey, I don't blame her, who wants to

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Ella laid her first egg today. Incidentally, I'm home. No, not because Ella laid an egg but because I hit a limit in Indiana. In situations like this, you sometimes see the worst in people. I chose not to subject myself to those surroundings and came home yesterday. I left after visiting Gina and exchanging I love yous. I told her I'd be back and I will, but I'm not sure when. She was

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What a long week it has been. There's too much to tell, some wonderful, some heart-breaking, some shameful. As far as Gina is concerned, she's hanging in there as they continue to manage her pain. That's all that can be done at this point. I spend every night with her in her hospital room and most of the day. It wasn't until the last couple of days that I started to leave the hospital to eat

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Gina will be transferred to Hospice, I'm not sure when. Monday?... oh that's today. I won't know til I am able to contact someone later in the morning. All I hope for is comfort for her, I hope that's not wanting too much.

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That's what Gina's primary care physician just told me. "Unless there's a miracle, we're looking at a life expectancy of several weeks to 6 months." *breathe, Juli, breathe...*It's daunting to think of such things. It's inevitable but I can't help but feel so overwrought with negativity when I think of my sister and her condition. She's currently fluctuating through incoherency due to the

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There's an unwritten rule in life that states bad news rings the phone late at night. Last night was one of those nights for me. Around the year 2000, my sister informed me that she had Hepatitus C and liver disease. My sister is one to avoid the truth so what she failed to say is that she had cirrhosis of the liver due to alcholism. It's an ugly truth and I suppose I can't blame her for

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If there's one thing I believe in life it is that not one politician can be trusted and that big business owns and operates the U.S. Call me a cynic, I'll accept the title. What you can also say is that I'm an educated cynic. I'm not one to just pronounce an opinion without doing research to form a firm base for that opinion. I do obtain my information from a variety of sources, as one who

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Although our summer garden didn't provide a harvest bounty, it did prove well for flowers. Sunflowers are my favorite flower and to actually grow my own gave me an amazing sense of pride. Next year, the giants will be planted around the perimeter of the yard. An incredibly simple pleasure of this spring and summer has been the watering of the butterfly garden with Ginger and Ella keeping me

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She's so cute I could eat her!Mo Kinhi

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I'm lounging in the backyard while Jeremy works on the coop. (YES, the coop is not done but it will be THIS MONTH. The only thing that happens quickly around here is the disappearance of ice cream.) He's listening to my RIO MP3 player, the one he bought me when I thought going to the gym was a swell idea. He was just dancing with his Makita and singing with Mary J. Blige, to the best of his

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... But I will. I love me some chickens and since the last picture of the girls received praise, I feel obligated to post a couple more.Ginger has been practicing her Marilyn McNugget pose atop the heat pump. Unfortunately, she does it when I don't have the camera with me or when it's getting late and any attempt to snap a cool pic is in vain. This one will at least give you an idea of what

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Jeremy discovered this family of baby mockingbirds tucked into a caution post at work. Of all the places to call home! Mama mockingbird was minding her flock from a close proximity while Jeremy tried to get a closer look at their humble abode. There were four peeping babies tucked into that tube and how they've survived this long is totally amazing! Their home offers z e r o protection from

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Sometimes I really like to stop to look back at where I was not too long ago.This morning, this VERY early morning, I checked the NOAA radar to see what Alberto was up to and discovered what I should expect today as far as weather is concerned. After that quick update, I checked my email and browsed through the Borders Rewards email which mentioned Ann Brashares' book The Sisterhood of the

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We finally cleared a Saturday morning to make our way down to St. Augustine for their weekly Old City Farmers' Market. We have these rural romantic notions of what a farmers' market is or should be. Booth after booth of local farmers selling their tastelicious vegetables and fruit. The best scenario would, of course, have all of them selling organically grown goodness, but we'd be willing to take

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Upon exiting my house, I enter into a mini-Jurassic Park. I can hear them shake the leaves, see them scatter rapidly across the patio, sense them watching me. I have, at last count, 1.63 billion lizards in my yard and they're taking over.A few weeks ago, I hung a cheap birdhouse in the butterfly garden. Yeah, it was a clearance item for $4 but to one certain lizard, it is a mansion fit for a,

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Yes, it's true! We'll soon have adorable squash to harvest from the garden! This is a sneak-peek view into the "maternity ward" that is nestled safely beneath the plant's large leaves. Although no sprouts are showing yet, the green beans are showing great growth. We constructed a pergola-type trellis to support the runners that are in the marathon. In FarmGirl fashion, discarded plumbing parts

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It's been a busy few days around our place. Priority #1 was to find a home for the Cockerel Formally Known As Xena. There was no denying that our Barred Rock was a male. The crowing practice continued and became more frequent. Thanks to a post I made on our local Freecycle site, I found a farm home for the big guy. He won't become dinner and even though I enjoy eating chicken, I wasn't ready for

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If I just heard correctly, Xena just attempted to crow while free-ranging in the backyard. Now that is cause for concern because Xena shouldn't be crowing. She shouldn't even know what crowing is let alone practice doing it. If my ears haven't failed me, then Xena is Xander and that's not good. Roosters are not allowed. Well, chickens aren't allowed for that matter, but that's beside the point.

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Should I be concerned? Is this to be expected at "my" age?I awoke with ease today at 4:35 a.m. when I heard the bricks rattle. That alone is quite odd because I am a professional sleeper. But when I heard the sound, I grabbed the flashlight from the nightstand as though it was routine. Without pause, I leapt to the bedroom's sliding glass door to peer into the darkness, trying to determine

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I don't look 40.But, my official papers say I am.

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These are Xena's feet. Because her toes are curled, she has special needs as far as a perch is concerned. She's not able to wrap her toes around and therefore has difficulty getting a grip. Ella and Ginger aren't show-offs but they have no problem perching and choose to do so any chance they get. Xena, well, she has a bit of complex about this and we're trying to work through it together. She

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The plant selection for the garden to go in the northeast corner of the backyard is complete. I've chosen shrubs and flowering plants in a variety of colors to attract bees, butterflies and hummingbirds. Besides being beautiful, fragrant and relaxing to sit among , these plants will serve as host plants and nectar sources for a myriad of butterfly species. *click photos to enlarge*

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My voter registration card arrived in the mail over the weekend, interesting timing. I'd recently told my husband that I want to change my current party affiliation so getting the card in the mail served as a reminder to do it now. With the help of the internet, I was able to complete and print the required form so I can mail it. No visit to the Supervisor of Elections required. Nice.So what's

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I've been angry for the last few days and it makes me angry that I have been. I prefer not to waste energy on such negativity but I have to face the reality of feeling those feelings and letting them run their course. I step in to make modifications where I can and where I should, but overall, I free myself to feel. A couple things in close proximity that have chapped my ass as of late:A neighbor

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Trendy, I'm not. I'm one who usually waits to jump on the bandwagon of things that are hip and cool, if I manage to hop up at all. One thing that I think is pretty high on the cool scale is Flickr and I've been meaning to post there for quite some time. Well, consider me Flickr'ed. I posted a few photos today but have many more to add so if you're ever in the mood to browse through someone's

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On my way to meet a friend for lunch today, I stopped off at a farmer's market. It's a new market and very small. Today's sellers included five vendors, that's really small.The first tent I stopped at was selling fruits and vegetables and some bottled products made by Manning Farms located in Lyons, GA. I bought a bottle of steak sauce and cheese caesar dressing, both for $2 a piece. Good deal.

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The good news from yesterday afternoon was that it rained! We've been hot and dry here for several weeks so the precipitation was more than welcome. The garden veggies were depending on our hand-watering and although that is relaxing for the waterer, it is just one more thing to add to a day's To-Do list. The tomatoes are blushing and the green beans are preparing to relocate to the new garden

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Of all the things that can bring tears to my eyes, listening to my cats cry/howl/scream for the mercy of veterinarian science is high on the list. I had to take Zoe to the vet this morning due to her weepy, goopy, massive eye-boogeries. One of her eyes was a little weepy here and there and then BAM! both of them started producing maximum goop late last week. My attentive wiping and head rubbing

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I feel as though I took my life into my own hands today. Actually, they were in Stan's hands. Stan was "my driver" from the Jeep dealership where my Jeep still sits waiting for parts. That's always the case... wait. Wait is what I did today. I dropped the buggy off at 9am and didn't get home safe and sound until 12:30pm. You do the math, the dealership is 20 minutes away. While sitting in the

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I haven't hung clothes on the line since I was a kid. At that time, it was mostly done out of necessity: either mom didn't have the money to pay the electricity or the dryer was broke. I guess my situation today is somewhat similar considering it was a bit of necessity that led to line drying. It wasn't because the bills weren't paid, they are. It's the dryer. The relay switch required to

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Today marks the one month mark of being a chicken herder. It all seemed like a great idea, then a crazy idea, then a trendy idea, then and finally, it seemed like the right idea. Get chicks, raise them organically, naturally. Let them free range in the yard so they can run after each other, chase butterflies, peck at weed seeds and flap their wings in the warmth of the sun. In turn, they'd

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One major part of a chicken's day is bath time. Most females will probably agree, a nice long soak in the tub can wash away any of the day's problems and make us forget the world around us. I think it's got to be just about the same for the poultry girls. I watch the girls take their numerous dust baths every day while they're outside practicing their chickenness. Ella, or Little Ella as she's

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I stumbled upon this article today and had an immediate flashback to my visit to La Jolla last spring.

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Today very well may be the last day I ever eat Chinese food. My favorite Chinese restaurant for the last 14 years is closing its doors. The sign on the glass front door reads: It is with a very heavy heart that we announce we are closing Wednesday, April 26.Hing Loung's owner, Peggy, kept us company while we ate dinner in her place on Friday. She told us, with a big sigh, that she and her husband

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While visiting the county's extension office last week, I was offered a tour of the city's urban garden. Nestled in between a number of non-descript municipal buildings is a plot of land loaded with growing vegetables and herbs. The extension office maintains the garden as a test bed and education location and is grown and maintained using guidelines set by the University of Florida. It was there

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Bring fallen trees. A wonderful rain shower (finally) moved through and with it came strong wind gusts. Our neighbor's (half dead) pine tree couldn't take it so on our fence it came. I was sad to see all that Jasmine lose its home. Oh, and the HUGE squirrel condo that was nestled in the frangrant boughs.**click photo to enlarge**

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With one bed of the vegetable garden completed, work is underway for a woodlands butterfly garden and sitting area. The extra butterflies in the yard can only help as long as I keep an eye out for the caterpillars. I'm still collecting plants and shrubs while I work on a natural-setting design of sorts. The garden will be in a semi-shady corner of the backyard, underneath a handful of tall pines

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A recent find at the grocery made me a very happy girl. As a comparitive consumer, I find it's rare to see organically grown produce priced the same as their chemically treated cousins. Fortunately, I found lemons priced the same this week and I snatched 6 lbs. of lemons because summer is here. I don't care what the calendar says. The temperatures have been in the mid-to-upper 80s the last week

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My interest in bees has grown over the years. My first influence, of course, was Pooh. There's just something so yummy about having honey in the tummy. One of my most recent influences has been meeting an apiarist in Wewahitchka, which happens to be where the film Ulee's Gold was made. There's also Idgie in Fried Green Tomatoes. She was quite the bee charmer. Actually, I'm fascinated with the

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For those of you who are taking a look at my blog for the first time, my title and descriptor might be cause for confusion. I mention a motorcycle yet post pictures of cowboy butts, carrots and chicks.When I started this site, nearly three years ago, I was all about the motorcycle. Riding to Texas for lunch was not unusual and spending two weeks out on the road was commonplace. Times, they are a

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With skies colored ala Crayola, a stroll through the 38th Annual Mandarin Art Festival seemed in order. It'd been several years since I last attended the longest continuously running art festival in Northeast Florida and the warm breezes warranted a visit. The festival was held beneath the 130+ year old Live Oaks that shade the grounds of the Mandarin Community Club. The Club once received funds

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One good thing about living in Florida is the window of planting opportunity. All threats of frost have passed and it's time to get dirt under the fingernails (again). Today I made a stop at a family-owned Ace Hardware and an independent nursery to buy some seeds and plants. In addition to vegetable, fruit and flower seeds, I bought a raspberry plant, blueberry bush and six tomato plants of two

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It's evident from the two pictures that Ginger is growing and is the ugly chickling phase of poultryhood. These pictures show her growth over the last week. Yesterday, I had the chicklets out for nearly two hours so they can do what they enjoy: practice becoming chickens. They make complete fools of themselves running around in big circles with their wings-a-flappin', but hey, if it feels good,

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And so it is the end of Garden #1. The last of the lettuce, onions and carrots were harvested and the broccoli, well, it never produced. That was simply a timing issue, seeds were planted too late. At least we know it'll grow because the broccoli plants themselves were standing at 2' once we fed them to the compost pile.The leaf lettuce did wonderfully well and I kept many co-workers in stock

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When I saw my first live performance of a Cirque du Soleil show, I'd never heard of it. I had absolutely no idea what to expect, I couldn't begin to imagine what I was in store for. Thanks to Sylvie, I was treated to a magical, mind-blowing performance of Quidam, which to this day remains my favorite show. For several weeks, Leah has been telling me how she was looking forward to seeing a Cirque

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It is often that I go link-clickin'-crazy when I'm on the 'net, which means I lose a lot of time that could otherwise be spent doing things that really deserve attention. (that's a polite way of saying I'm lazing and I waste a lot of time online) Through all that clicking, I can typically end up somewhere that leaves me singing Once in a Lifetime.It happens when I'm in a conversation, too. I'll

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Netflix finally mailed a copy of Walk The Line so it'll be popped into the iMac tonight for viewing. My favorite song by The Man in Black is, hands down, I've Been Everywhere Man. In case you didn't know, Australian Geoff Mack wrote I've Been Everywhere with place names in Australia which became a hit for Lucky Starr in 1959. Three years later, Hank Snow topped the charts after place names in

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Some places are worth going to twice. I posted this link about a year ago and somehow found myself there again today. I'm so easily amused.

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Want to know if you have hawks in your neighborhood? Take three peeping chicks into your backyard and you'll find out quickly. I know because I had the chicks outside, their second field trip to the great outdoors. I'd been watching them pick and scratch and was about to cozy into a book for a few minutes when I heard a scream. I looked up into a pine tree to see one VERY large hawk eyeballing

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Yes, it's true... I'd never been to a county fair before Saturday. With my strong interest in moving the hell out of the city, growing crops for self-reliance and maintaining livestock, going to a local county fair seemed mandatory. Keep in mind that I wasn't a complete fair neophyte. Afterall, I'd been to the Kentucky State Fair many times. But a county fair has the feel of community, unlike

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Taking Cleo outside for brushing is wise. She is like Pigpen from the Peanuts when it comes to fur.

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This was taken when the peepers came home three days ago. Two names have been established: Xena for the B&W one (Black Australorp) and Ella for the black one (Black Sex Link). I explained Xena's name, just look at her! She's quite the girl of size. Ella got her name from her large pipes and sing-songedness. I often mistake her for a song bird. The poor lil yellow one (Buff Orpington) remains

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Gardeners live in the most beautiful places... because they make them that way. -Joseph JoubertAfter the pick-a-chick outting on Tuesday, I went to a local nursery to pick up some plants for container gardening. Included were a strawberry plant (there will be more planted in a raised-bed garden), thyme, rosemary, bronze fennel, parsley and chives.

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One of the benefits (?) of chicken poop is the nitrogen. As one to keep a compost pile, the poo will get tossed in with other things like non-animal scraps (kitchen waste), raked & mulched leaves and shredded newspaper. All of these things, once broken down, will energize flower beds and vegetable gardens. In time, the flowers will bloom and the organic food will be harvested and to my delight,

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It wasn't planned but I managed to come home from Standard Feed with three peepin' chicks! Their breeds are Black Australorp, Black Sex Link, and Buff Orpington. They'll stay indoors for several weeks before a coop is constructed and they're allowed to put a whoopin' on our insect population.It's going to take a few days before I can come up with names. At first I thought the Australorp was going

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The last comment by this guy really gets me. He isn't, nor his family, nor his tribe are asking for an apology based on the article's content. It's all about the money... which he demeans.

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BakingSheet pointed out 3.14 on her site today and I want to look like I really have a mind for math. Truthfully, I just wanted an excuse to bake a dessert. After scouring the kitchen cupboard for ingredients I decided that Sweet Potato Pie is the pie du jour. Pecan Pie is my favorite but after one failed attempt, I've never baked another. One day I'll give it the ol' college try again. Do

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When I'm not herding worms, watering the garden (by hand), baking bread or viewing DVDs, I can often times be found reading. One of my current page-turners is Better Off by Eric Brende. I ran across the book while perusing a shelf at Borders and it immediately grabbed my attention. Even though I never intend to get completely off the grid (but who knows?!) it's interesting to learn from those who

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I'm So Dizzy, My Head is Spinning...Apparently, the vertigo I've been experiencing for the last couple of weeks isn't the brain tumor I self-diagnosed myself with having. An actual professional health practitioner deduced that I have sinusitis because of the fluid in my ears and my "very swollen sinus passages".I've Got Worms...Sorry to have been so secretive but I know how jealous some of you

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I know this is true. I learned that while serving on a jury last Friday. *cough* I'll keep this in mind before throwing out all of his cds.

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Last night, one of my best friends from high school called. She sounded absolutely wiped out, maybe she'd been drinking? Come to find out, she was in New Orleans, a city known for partying. Goin' wild wasn't why she was there, however. She and her Ball State daughter were there on spring break to help with the city's clean-up effort. She said they'd been mucking out homes and buildings that

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I can appreciate this now that I consider myself an organic gardener.

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... a DUI chick.Yup, I've been picked. Jury Duty. I spent the entire day at the courthouse yesterday, waiting, and waiting, watching my tax dollars get pissed down the river. Not only did the snack bar lunch wreck my insides, my brain was swollen and my last nerve frayed after listening to a state attorney and a local TV-trial attorney question potential jurors for a case they'll be

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When I think of bees, I think of buzzing. When I think of buzzing, I think of being stung. When I think of being stung, I sometimes think back to that day when I intentionally stomped on a bee to experience a bee sting for the first time. But more times than not, I think back to that day when I unintentionally punted a football directly into a hornet's nest. I ran for what felt like three states,

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Yup, I'm all about the romance. When asked "What would you like for Valentine's Day?" I replied, without pause, "a worm bin". So folks, as usual, I'm getting what I want: a worm bin AND one pound of worms! I hear the collective *sigh* of envy.Actually, vermicomposting is quite beneficial for folks, like us, who are maintaining gardens. It takes little effort and is a much better option than

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I'm sorry to report that my footprint is 17. I AM making changes to reduce that footprint and that process started prior to taking the quiz. I want to reduce my number of planets from 3.8. :(With that in mind, how about a lettuce update? This was the lettuce last week so imagine it even BIGGER this week! I expect harvest in another week or so. No driving to the grocery to buy lettuce that was

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A few months ago, I received an email from a Canadian named Jason Shim. Apparently, I'd mailed him a postcard through PostCardX a long time ago. He remembered receiving that postcard and offered to send one to me from the bottom of the Earth. He was pursuing a dream of his by visiting Antarctica and was kind enough to include me on his mailing list. His postcard arrived last week, a first for me!

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I woke up wrapped in the aroma of fresh baked bread. No, I didn't crawl under a table and doze off at Panera's.... we baked bread from scratch last night and the aroma lingered til morning. Not bad for first-timers! I was a bit leery since I failed miserably using a bread machine. The recipe was for "Homemade Bread" and sounded simple enough so we were willing to forget all of the bread machine

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The wheelbarrow with yard soil/sand. Peat moss, composted cow manure and a few other natural nutrient promoters were added to the plot. The veggies have 18" of yummy goodness to feed on. A cloche was constructed from PVC tubing to cover the garden from freezing temps. We've actually had a few nights that required protecting the tender plantings. These pictures were taken mid-December (when the

Julihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784888470050664122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485205.post-1138765733091425452006-01-31T22:33:00.000-05:002006-01-31T22:48:53.120-05:00

On New Year's Eve, the 6-year-old Sony Trinitron blew its tube. Pow, like that, I had no television. So much for watching the ball drop. It's been one month now and I'm still TVless and I'm loving it! Over the weekend, Jeremy took the dead idiot box to a local TV repair shop and here's how the conversation went:J: Here's a dead TV you can have.TVD*: When do you need it back?J: Never. I don't want

Julihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784888470050664122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485205.post-1138675313764630462006-01-30T21:27:00.000-05:002006-01-30T22:06:11.703-05:00

January tis the season to juice! Drive through just about any neighborhood and you'll find citrus trees ready to be harvested. Two of my neighbors have orange and grapefruit trees with branches heavily ladened with ripe-and-ready-to-eat fruits. Go to work and pick through grocery bags that co-workers have brought in... stuffed with fruit freebies for the taking.

Julihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784888470050664122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485205.post-1138417917031174912006-01-27T21:59:00.000-05:002006-01-27T22:11:57.066-05:00

That secret is that I have WONDERFUL friends! Over the last several weeks I've been receiving spectacular gifts from them and it has absolutely filled my heart with joy! A few of these friends are people I've never met; I've never even heard their voices come to think of it. Those few friends are people I've met through the post, which is no big surprise if you've been reading me for a while.

Julihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784888470050664122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485205.post-1137894662535454062006-01-21T20:31:00.000-05:002006-01-21T21:15:39.170-05:00

I call myself a motorcyclist yet I've not ridden my bike since July 20, 2005. I've got some nerve! (And yes, I know the specific date because that is the annual Ride To Work Day.) For some reason, still unknown to me, I'd lost the desire to ride. With that said, my moniker of GirlOnAGlide should be erased from my being. I tried to redeem my conscience and feed my soul today and went riding. As

Julihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784888470050664122noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485205.post-1137288957366311332006-01-14T20:32:00.000-05:002006-01-14T20:35:57.380-05:00

I picked up a George at the library today! Here are some of its stats:This bill has travelled 939 Miles in 1 Yr, 3 Hrs, 43 Mins at an average of 2.6 Miles per day.It was initially registered on WheresGeorge.com in Muskegon, MI ONE YEAR from today!

Julihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784888470050664122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485205.post-1137104329797627872006-01-12T17:10:00.000-05:002006-01-12T17:27:51.913-05:00

I've agreed to participate in a LMAO (Land Mail Art Object) on Nervousness, which is something I haven't done in ages. I used to be very active on the site, nearly creating some kind of arty something or another almost every day. Let's suffice it to say I've been in an artful nap for a while. The LMAO I am mailing tomorrow contains the ATCs (Artist Trading Cards) above. Someone mailed me a 6"x9"

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