Somehow (well the Haitian rum sent home with me by the missionaries didn't help) our sophisticated game of four point pitch turned into a rabid spoons tournament.
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I thought it might be a fun project to snap a photo and post a blurb each day for a year as way to keep in touch with family and friends who are far away. And as a way to stop and smell the roses as they say. Even though in Chicago,for much of the year,the roses are covered in ice and snow and are often peed on by dogs.
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- Niece and Nephews Fix (CUTENESS ALERT)
- Haymarket Farmer's Market
- It was so very fun to see everyone at Jack's party...
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- So. I think I'm hereby declaring that I am steppin...
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- We camped out at the drive-in movie theater tonigh...
- Writing on the Wall
- Tiny Magnets, Ladies and Gentlemen
- I love the way the grass smells when it's bright a...
- Sorry. Still catching up on Lost. Later yo.
- Making up for Lost Time
- 10K Champs!
- Baby onions! (On our farm.)
- On a cool day, throw these things into a crockpot ...
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- Charlie shopping at the Logan Square food co-op. (...
- Just getting back from a Godspell rehearsal. Brain...
- For some reason, I loved this sketch on Sesame Str...
- Tree Peony
- Somehow (well the Haitian rum sent home with me by...
- This will blow your mind. (Thanks Allison!)
- I thought Your Snappy Shop would make a cool black...
- Tablecloth Poetry
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- The Secret
- We're farmers!
- This was tagged on the facebooks today. I had to s...
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