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You know how it gets around the holidays. You want to keep up with the blog, but there are so many other obligations. Like working on your short game.
And your vertical extensions.
No real surprise that with all of . . . → Read More: Holidays = Much Worky-Worky, Little Writey-Writey It’s pretty much like this: Always. Without ceasing. No breaks. All the time. Except for when it’s like this: Which is equally love and sigh and joy and peace and please don’t ever, ever, ever, ever change. Ever. Even the sly cookie-sneaking ways, don’t change those. And the bokeh-lesson-interruptus-via-ornament-hijacking? Leave that be, . . . → Read More: Merry Christmasing This afternoon we made dough for sugar cookies. To avoid the temptation of eating all of it while it chilled in the fridge and before we could get to the fun (?) of the rolling and the cutting and the baking and the icing and the sugar-sprinkling . . . I . . . → Read More: I Do What Left Eye Tells Me (click on image of article twice for a larger, slightly-more-readable version) tweetmeme_style = ‘compact’;tweetmeme_url=’http://othersuch.net/2010/12/20/other-such-shelbyville-rerun-oss-in-the-e-t-on-the-125/’; Last week the dryer quit working. I called for service. The Child was listening. She asked if someone was going to fix it. In a hurry to explain the service call in toddler-terms, I said a repairman was coming, maybe Handy Manny. This morning the repairman is here. . . . → Read More: It Might Be Handy Manny . . . answering a plea for potty assistance by scurrying out of the shower, dripping water across the floor, helping her climb up and down, complimenting her big-girlness, and then resuming the shower. And then, three hours later, realizing that you forgot to shave the second leg. And: not caring. tweetmeme_style = ‘compact’;tweetmeme_url=’http://othersuch.net/2010/12/13/motherhood-is/’; Okay. I made you wait all week—are you ready for it? Because believe me like you’ve never believed anyone before: you want to try this one. You NEED to try this one. Your life won’t be the same once you do. Here goes, in photos and . . . → Read More: THE Salsa Sisterhood, I’m going to be very honest with you: for the first time ever in the history of The Other Such Household, I’m totally in love with our Christmas tree. Like, sit-and-gaze-lovingly-into-its-many-glittery-branches LOVE. Like, encourage-The-Child-to-rearrange-the-bottom-over-and-over-again-because-I-adore-seeing-her-next-to-it, two-of-my-fave-sights-in-one-place LOVE. Like, I-don’t-care-if-it-stays-up-til-May LOVE. Like, I-am-now-going-to-subject-you-to-multiple-pictures-of-it LOVE. I’ve never felt this way . . . → Read More: The Other Such Tree Project Number 5, the final project, the living room. In the beginning there was a great open space:
I did what I could with it . . .
. . . which, after painting and new carpet, was basically to just move our stuff into it. . . . → Read More: Project No. 5: Warm Living “Woe, woe, woooaaahh the boat . . .”
“. . . itchily down . . .”
“. . . tha stwing . . .”
“. . . meh-willy, meh-willy . . .”
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