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Last fall we trimmed the HECK out of the snowball bushes.  They had gotten out of control and weren't too healthy so we were brutal hoping they will be healthier for it.  They are started to green up and bloom, and while things are a little wimpy and teeny I'm so glad we weren't too brutal and that we didn't kill it.  We'll get some fertilizer for it and I'll bet it will go nutso.



In Carus's arm news, she is using it with no problems and she doesn't complain about it hurting unless we remind her by asking how it feels.  I think we're in the clear for the broken bone thing. Yay!

Menu 4-29-12 to 5-5-12

Sunday - Hamburgers, potato salad
Monday - Mongolian beef, mashed potatoes
Tuesday - Chicken tacos
Wednesday - Spaghetti
Thursday - FFY
Friday - Breakfast hash
Saturday - BBQ pork ribs, macaroni salad

Links to some recipes can be found here. 


If you see anything you want a recipe to and it's not listed on my recipe page, leave me a comment to let me know and I'll post the recipe.

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Doggies of the in-laws variety. Lady on the left and Coco on the right.

They came by for a visit today and Leia wore the poor old girls out.

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Carus and her birthday-girl friend.

The party was today at Skateworld and it was loads of fun, until Carus fell one too many times and hurt her wrist. She was crying because it hurt, but cried more when I suggested it was time to go.  I iced it there and all the way home, then wrapped it with an ace bandage to make her feel better. We are waiting to see how she is doing tomorrow before we decide if we need to go to the doctor.  She can move her arm, wrist, hand, fingers, etc. so Robert really doubts she broke it.

I, however, am a paranoid worry-wort so of course I think she broke it and it's going to heal incorrectly and she'll be forever damaged.  Or it will get infected and fall off. (Cause that makes sense.)

I just worry I'm making the wrong decision waiting.  What if it is broken and I'm making her wait to get it taken care of?  (Because KNOWING the bone is broken is going to make all the difference.) I'm ruining her life or her arm. It's her right wrist and she's right-handed. Ohmygod,I'mcripplingmychild! (Again, that makes sense.)

She probably just jammed it catching herself with her hand and bruised the bones in her wrist, where most of the pain is, or at the very very most has a teeny crack in one of the bones.

WAIT AND SEE!  Aagghh!

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Baby Timmy




























Kitty hugs

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Apple blossoms



Last night when I went to bed, I thought I had a few moments to read so I switched on my bedside lamp and found this little guy.  He was TEENY! Almost cute... if he wasn't a spider.

Spiders freak me out. I respect them. I am fascinated by them. But they still freak me out and in their presence I become the biggest wimp ever.

I almost wish I had noticed this little guy earlier yesterday so I could count him as my 366. Or that it was the next day, but I wouldn't have been able to sleep knowing he was there (and his little friend I found moments later), nor could I stay up past midnight to get the shot for 366.  And I try not to be a cheater (at least all the time).