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It’s a sickness, I tell you.

  Can’t say I’m afraid of the camera now, can we? I’m a pretty shy girl in public, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned since opening my flickr account, it’s that it’s fun to take my own picture. It’s bringing out the ham in me, and I never realized that she existed before. Kind […]

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Baking, Feasting, and Re-Thinking

Before I forget again, let me get this out of the way: If you are a Facebook user, and a fan of Polka Dot Creations, Polka Dot Radio, or both, you can visit their pages there and declare yourself to be a fan: Polka Dot Creations Polka Dot Radio Oh, and feel free to befriend […]

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Leaf me alone

So the lawn guys were here today cleaning up two weeks-worth of leaves. They did a great job on the lawn, the sidewalk and the driveway. And speaking of the driveway, guess where most of the driveway leaves got blown? Yeah, oh so conveniently onto the car. And up against the garage door. Neil was […]

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Welcome Autumn

It seems that my favorite time of year has arrived. The house is filled with the quintessential smell of fall – fresh-baked pumpkin bread. If your house doesn’t smell like this today, why don’t you take my recipe and see if you can rectify that, hm? I welcomed autumn this morning with the very first […]

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We’ve been painting!

Ok, when I say “we” I actually mean “Neil.” My contribution is to keep the children from touching the wet walls. That is a surprisingly difficult task. As soon as they know that they can’t touch it, it becomes a serious problem for them. Just walking through the room, they are inexplicably drawn to leaning […]

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P is for Polka Dots

In the Encyclopedia of Me, P is most certainly for Polka Dots, and I’ll tell you story of how that came to be: Fifteen or sixteen years ago, when I was a college student, I spent my summer working as a teller in the local bank where my dad was (and still is) the manager. […]

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