| Sunday, March 11, 2007 |
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Diggin for taters |
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"Topeka" is Kaw Indian for "good place to dig for potatoes." Wow. That is not what I was expecting when I looked it up on Wikipedia. Maybe "good place to buy crack" or "rundown seat of Sunflower State." I have recently spent too much time in T-Town as we like to call it around my house. Young people making poor decisions have wreaked havoc on my professional life lately and challenged me to use some skills I wasn't sure I had. Now that the debacle is mostly behind us, I am moving on to more work - starting a new blog specifically for work (maybe 2 since there are 2 jobs), traveling a lot this Spring, finishing the latest painting project, and starting the garden. My goal is to get some things in the ground by the end of St. Patty's Day next week. St. Pat's is the traditional day to plant potatoes in these parts, but potatoes are so cheap it seems silly to waste garden space growing them. Carrots, too. And I have never found homegrown spuds or carrots to be particularly tasty - not like the difference between pithy, pink store tomatoes vs. luscious, homegrown, Eve-tempting jewels that make the best BLT's ever and can turn cottage cheese into a gourmet lunch. No, I'll be saving my weed-pulling energy for the simple tomato. I wonder how you say "good place for picking tomatoes" in Kaw.
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| posted by Rosie @ 3/11/2007 07:43:00 PM |
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| Sunday, March 04, 2007 |
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'Tis a Gift to be Simple |
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It has been just over a year since I started writing this blog, and some days I hate it, other days I am glad for a place to spew the thoughts that come to me, and record some of the things that happen in my life. Like the Anna Nalick song says: "If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life they belong to. And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud, And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to". Today was one of the wonderful days where after work I felt like there was nothing insanely pressing that had to be done and I could breathe. Got home from work at almost three with Kiddo and a pal in tow, sat on the berm between the house and the goat/chicken house, soaked up the sun and watched Nibbler jump like a bareback bronc at the rodeo with an imaginary rider he was trying to shake, while the kids rolled down the hill over and over. It was simply bliss.
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| posted by Rosie @ 3/04/2007 09:50:00 PM |
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| Thursday, March 01, 2007 |
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Introducing Lord Nibbler |
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  Here are some pics of our housegoat. Sheesh - we have a friggin house goat! Picked up Walker's ashes today, cried with Erica who works there and whose pet calf died yesterday. She too had a pet goat that slept in her bed even!!!! She swears they can easily be housebroken - I sure hope so!
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| posted by Rosie @ 3/01/2007 08:40:00 AM |
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