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Debby My Journal 1108602 Curiosities served |
July 2009 Previous Month :: Next Month 01: Rose's bike got stolen (2 comments) 03: slowly slowly getting better (0 comments) 03: The Antigonish Review! (0 comments) 07: Grammy's Grammy's blog (2 comments) 07: going to Vegas (0 comments) 09: what's with the Indians wanting to make the white man their chief? (0 comments) 09: what I did today (0 comments) 14: Vegas, yes (0 comments) 15: prepping the trip (0 comments) 15: telephone Swedish style (0 comments) 19: Rainier (1 comments) 19: pioneer farm museum (1 comments) 21: summer swimming (1 comments) 23: play dates galore (0 comments) 24: what do you say? (2 comments) 24: a day at the river (1 comments) 25: words Rose needed defined (6 comments) 27: hot, hot, hot (0 comments) 27: I'm a mommy blogger. where's my blog ola? (1 comments) 27: Rose moments (0 comments) 29: David's best swim lesson ever (2 comments)
People you'll meet in this blog: Debby: That's me. I'm in my 40's, live in Seattle, within a twenty minute radius of my mother, father, sister, and friends who are family. I used to be a community college writing instructor. Now, I'm 90% at home parent and 10% writer, editor, tutor. John: my partner, a fabulous cook. You could find out what we had for dinner by checking out his blog. Rose 8/02: our daughter. Rose is shy, strong-willed, sweet, incredibly picky about food, kind of obsessive compulsive, loving, verbal, and has an excellent memory. She likes chocolate and playing on the rings. She really likes being with Miriam. David 1/06: our son. David is easy going, likes to bang on drums and throw balls. He really likes being with Rose. Julia: my sister. We live six blocks apart, talk on the phone five times a day, and have dinner together at least half the week. Dan: Julia's husband. He reads the kids four bedtime books a night. Miriam (2/02) and Ariana (5/04): my nieces. Sometimes there are tussles over who gets to carry the purse or who gets to be the mommy, but basically when the kids are together (almost daily), they disappear upstairs and play. |
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