While I still plan to journal a lot of my more private things here and still read daily, I have become sufficiently disenchanted with LJ's posting hiccups as of late to move my more public stuff to my blog ( Read more... )

A while back we checked this book out of the li-berry:


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Found in the backpack last night, courtesy of the day's Religion class ( Read more... )

While making my family pedal 27 miles along the Heritage Trail up north, I noticed a teeny tiny little cemetery tucked back in the trees that line the trail.

Being a fan of the gruesome and the gothic and the old, I screeched (okay, fine, sloooowly coasted, given the speed of certain other riders *ahem*) to a stop and tromped off to investigate.

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Zia Maria and Zi Paul came to visit this past weekend. John and Liv schlepped out to his parents' house to see them while I sat at home and frantically tried to finish my book for that night's book group. (I failed, naturally. I had two hours and the ENTIRE BOOK to read ( Read more... )

The other night I sheveled myself and set off for a PTA meeting. And not just a regular PTA meeting, which is Installment 835 in this series. No, this was a special one all about...*drumroll*... school sports ( Read more... )

I was reading the Atlantic Monthly article Is Google Making Us Stupider* last night. A page or two into it, I found myself distracted by thoughts of what John was making for dinner. And whether or not I washed the placemats. And when the first Brownie meeting was ( Read more... )

that chopping 40+ cloves of garlic can make your fingertips sting with the fire of a thousand suns and blister up? And that you will have to spend the rest of the day with little Elmo bandaids around each fingertip because they hurt like a mofo everytime you touch something else ( Read more... )

I was about to title this post "Olivia: O, Creek: 1" but then I realized that I'm not entirely sure that's accurate. Judging by the amount of fun she had, she definitely didn't lose...

As mentioned before, Pine Creek meanders through the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania and our campsite was truly right next to it.  Liv wanted to go "see the creek, and ( Read more... )

 After years of hemming and hawing and being thwarted by pouring rain and being pestered by the small child, we finally got it together and went camping this weekend.

Did you know Pennsylvania has its own Grand Canyon? Well, it does, and that's where we headed. It's actually quite lovely up there and there is a great 70ish-mile bike trail that runs ( Read more... )