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Debby My Journal 1108605 Curiosities served |
October 2009 Previous Month :: Next Month 07: yoga (0 comments) 07: what's up with Debby (0 comments) 07: better than Christmas, Hannukah, and your birthday rolled into on--it's a trip to the public library (2 comments) 08: math at home (1 comments) 08: Battlestar Galactica spoiler alerts (0 comments) 10: chores (0 comments) 11: Tevi's Brit Shalom (3 comments) 12: Tevi's Brit Shalom on Youtube (0 comments) 18: Fauntleroy Fall Festival Fabulous (0 comments) 18: bumping into friends (0 comments) 18: The Bloody Red Baron (0 comments) 19: grandfathering in siblings (1 comments) 25: Alabanza Martin Espada (0 comments) 28: real time snapshot (1 comments) 28: kid quotes (2 comments) 29: the tooth fairy strikes again (0 comments) 29: dance camp (0 comments) 29: po biz (2 comments) 30: Dear Tooth Fairy, it's an emergency (1 comments) 30: the letter the tooth fairy left (3 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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