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"Did you ever wish you had a Shut the Eff Up gun?"Keith asked me this question today, today of all days, today when my stress level can be measured using the Richter Scale, when my inevitable climactic reaction to it is likely to rival Vesuvius. Yes. I replied without a thought. Yes I have. At times, I've also wished I had a Common Sense ray, or a You Are the Last Person I Want to Deal With Right

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This one sort of speaks for itself, so I'll get straight to it. Random thing number three: I have a healthy obsession with pineapples.It all started with this:And it grew from there, subtly infiltrating my house. Let's take a walking tour, shall we?Well here we are just outside my house-- Regardez! Un anana! Incredible. Well, turning out attention to my home's facade, you will see that there are

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It took only a few weeks of diligence, patience and unbridled determination.I FINISHED CROCHETING MY FIRST HUMAN ADULT-SIZED BLANKET. Do you fully understand the magnitude of this achievement?! (And is it not beautiful!?)(However it's not really my personal taste, what with the lacy border, although I do like the textured herringbone pattern. It *is* my mother-in-law's taste, though, because it's

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I think I'm a pretty patient person ("pretty" as in "generally," although I won't mind if you also think I'm pretty) with a mild temperament. I don't think I rant often (right? Jen? Keith?), and I'm usually not quick to anger; do you know that saying, Beware the fury of a patient man? When I *do* get angry, and I rant and rave and shout and yell and cry and shake and my stomach turns to knots,

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Since when is it so wrong to refuse to go to the trouble of making a dish (a pie, no less) to a meal being hosted by someone else, (a) when your weekend is so full that you won't have time, and (b) WHEN THEY DON'T CALL YOU UNTIL 4:00 THE NIGHT BEFORE?Also, since when did it become okay to get angry with a guest who says No, I don't have time to make a pie--because in all the history of hosting I

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[with heavy German accent]My name? My name is Greta Schmidt. I am a 33-year-old Astronomer from Germany. I am traveling to London, England on business for four days. Of course I am not Sarah! Codename "Pineapple"? What are you talking about? I do not know any such person.I certainly was not at the International Spy Museum in Washington, D.C. this past weekend. In fact I've never even heard of the

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A short while ago, Jen tagged me with another blog tag game thing. I'm going to be a bit of a Scrooge again and not tag anyone else, but I will play the game because it's good creative writing exercise. Although I'll do it in installments. What's the game? To write six random things about myself. It is from this that I cleverly derived the title of this post. According la belle Jennifer's post on

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Somewhere, in a parallel universe, where my life is closer to ideal, my day went something like this:7:00 a.m. - I wake up to the sound of the birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in a spring breeze, as the sun pours its golden rays through the bedroom window, filtered by a lush canopy of green. Ever reluctant to leave the comfort of my bamboo sheets and cashmere coverlet, I stretch and push

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I got tagged a few weeks ago by Jen A to do a meme. The rules, which I may or may not follow one hundred percent, are as follows:Write your own six-word memoir.Post it on your blog. Include a visual illustration if you’re so inclined.Link to the person that tagged you, and to the original post if possible so the meme-gods can track it.Tag at least five more blogs with links.Don’t forget to leave

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I've made a habit of reading The Onion daily because darnit it's just my style. And while all of the articles make me laugh, or at least crack a smile, occasionally I'll come across one that's just *SPECIAL* -- that I connect with on a deeply personal level, and I laugh until I can't breathe or fall out of my chair, whichever comes first.This is one of THOSE. (And if you're with me on my

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There comes a time in every woman's life when she is faced with a seemingly insurmountable challenge, a problem with no clear solution, and she must look into the farthest reaches of her soul, take a deep breath, and ask herself one question.What would Martha do?Jen B's bridal shower was yesterday. Since lemonade is her *favorite* beverage, and she is a soon-to-be Southern hostess, I thought that

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My husband has an uncanny knack for getting almost anything he wants over the phone. Lower interest rates, eliminated fees, free product upgrades, free shipping upgrades, lower rates on hotel rooms -- you name it and chances are very good he'll get what he asks for. Maybe sometimes he'll come away with something a little bit less, but he almost always, *always* gets something -- never losing,

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Why is it that -- no matter how hard I try, no matter how careful and diligent I am -- I cannot get 10-day nail polish to last even 10 minutes?

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Is it just me ... or is there something funny -- and by funny I don't mean funny ha-ha so much as funny odd -- about selling organic produce wrapped up in plastic and styrofoam? Doesn't that kind of defeat at least part of the purpose of *organic*?I find this ironic in the same sort of way as driving an SUV to the recycling center.And building a luxury townhome community called Beverly Hills

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AT LAST! I wasn't sure that it would ever happen, I've been working on it for so long. But today, just a few moments ago, I did it. I achieved that which so many others try and fail to do for a lifetime. They must pass from this world to the next without knowing the feeling of the wind of such great success because it is so rare, so delicate, so fleeting. It is sad. But I -- *I* -- now glide upon

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I'll have an Easter weekend post for you soon, but in the meantime, you can enjoy our box of Chai tea latte mix. It's not just a pour spout, it's a RETRIEVAL PORTAL!

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I was shopping at Crate & Barrel online the other day, and inadvertently discovered their children's shop, The Land of Nod. I started exploring The Land of Nod, not only because it sounds like a place I'd like to live (wouldn't that be fun to put in your return address?!), but to see if maybe they had anything up on Pottery Barn Kids (besides the FANTASTICALLY FANTASTIC NAME)...and then I found *

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Just adding to the list:Run a marathon (26.2 miles), or be capable of it, by the time I reach the age of 26.2 on December 31, 2008Get a little pineapple tattooPASS THE PRAXIS IIStart an Etsy shop for my art and design work (stationery and maybe the Little Joys cutouts) in 2008Take a Zorbing trip to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee this summerFinish my master's degree by May 2009Vacation in the Canadian

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While color will always be, in my heart, the numero uno design element, texture runs a tight second. And that is precisely the reason I'm loving crochet. It's been a loooooong time since I picked it up, but I've started, I've fallen deeply in love, and I can't stop. It's like some highly addictive fiber arts frenzy. Crafty crack.The catch, however, is an affliction I call Creative-ADD (CrADD),

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Sarah Schodroski EhmanAsterisksDecember 2007Paper5" x 7"It's been some time, but I've finally gotten around to remembering to post a photo of my most recently completed cutout, inspired by a previous post on the delightful punctuation mark of the same name, and with every intention of being gifted to Jen A for Christmas. I must admit, it was tough to part with, but it made her happy, which made

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I am aDaffodil What FlowerAre You?Thanks Jen ( & Courtney)!

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It's employee review time at work. This always depresses me, because as I go through and make my list of accomplishments for the past year, I realize that I can basically summarize my job accomplishments as follows:I drew some stuff, I printed some stuff, I scanned some stuff, and I mounted it all on foamcore.It might be alright if it read more like this:I drew some stuff, I printed some stuff, I

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You're One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest!by Ken KeseyYou're crazy. This has led people to attempt to confine you to a safe place so that you don't pose a danger to yourself or others. You feel like you pose a great danger to the man (or maybe the woman) or whatever else is keeping you down. But most of the time, you just end up being observed. Were you crazy before you were confined?Take the Book

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One day I think I'd like to have children. But it occured to me today that if I have children, there is a fifty percent chance I will have a daughter. And if I have a daughter, chances are pretty good that she will like purple. Because little girls like purple. Little girls adore purple. Little girls want to wrap up in purple blankets and drift off to sleep wearing purple pajamas with their

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My latest iTunes obsession is a little music movement that sprang up in/around 2002 out of the Harry Potter fanomenon, called Wizard Rock. Some of what I've heard so far is actually pretty enjoyable music-wise, but what I *really* like is the lyrical cleverness. J'adore cleverness.So after this quick and dirty introduction to world of Wizard Rock, I've decided it might be fun to be in a Wizard

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I did not vote today. I was not allowed to participate in the Maryland primaries because I am not affiliated with a political party. But I did fully realize my supreme love of voting. Voting is exciting business. I love to vote. I wear my "I voted!" sticker for days. Power. Control. The fate of the nation--the ENTIRE COURSE OF HISTORY--rests (in part) with me and my X.So it was troubling today,

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Do you ever get the pit feeling in your stomach, like something's wrong, you just don't know what? And it's the anxious anticipation that really kills: the knowing that something is about to happen, but when? When? WHEN?! Like when you go to the eye doctor and they want to do the glaucoma test--you know, when they blast your eyeball with a strong puff of air--and you've got your forehead and chin

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When you start your weekend by finding on your doorstep a J.Crew box that contains a dress in the most adorable pattern, made from the most delectable silk-wool blend, which you have eyed longingly since last summer and have recently purchased because it was on clearance *AND* THEY HAD YOUR SIZE, you know it's destined to be fairly good.I spent most of Saturday and some of Sunday getting all the

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I think we artists have a tendency to sort of "latch on" to a particular design element--line, shape, texture, color, et cetera--and spend our lives obsessing over it. It's the first thing we notice in nature, in other's artwork, in the cereal aisle at the grocery store. And it isn't that it's the only element we see, but it's the only one we care about, the only one that really matters.My

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Thanks to Jen A and her magnificent blog for hooking me up with the ColorGenics test, which was FAR easier to do than the stupid Myers-Briggs. Unfortunately it didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, but still, it's nice to have my gut feelings confirmed by the Internet every once in a while.* * *You are always alert and keenly observant (well said) . You are not truly satisfied with your

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Not 10 minutes ago, I had an idea of something to write for a post. Because I think it's been a while since I've put in a really good one. But now I've forgotten my idea. And so I will go take a shower and go to bed, so that I can remember it at 3:17 in the morning only to have forgotten that I remembered it when I wake up tomorrow morning only to have it come back to me, half written in my head,

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The only thing that might be worse than August is rain in winter. The only thing worse than rain in winter is having to walk under a large tree to get to your car in the rain in winter and getting dripped on in big, fat, wet, icy drips on the way. The only true cure for either is a large serving of delicious hot chocolate.

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I would like to be magical. For real. As in Harry Potter magical. Because right now I would really like to use the Confundus charm on a few people.CONFUNDO! ... No, I stopped working on that project. Don't you remember? We agreed it was a waste of effort and that my work time would be better spent sipping mojitos on a beach in Jamaica.I would also like to have Stupefy! at my disposal. And it's

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Happiness is a bridesmaid's dress worth dieting for:Modern with vintage flair. The crisp silhouette. The delicately detailed neckline. The amazing color (thank you Photoshop!). The flounciness. And it comes from the "Belle" line...wedding in Savannah..."Southern Belle"...this is not an accident. This is an act of God.Words alone cannot express how much I am lusting after this dress. And that *is*

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Sarah: "How do you spell 'genius'?"Keith: "K-E-I-T-H."

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I want to say THANK YOU! for asking me what was wrong last Friday, when you noticed that I was going berserk in my own head and I thought I would suffocate from the burden of my own impending insanity. It was as a pin prick relieves a blood blister: a bit painful, kind of icky, but DAMN if I didn't feel instantly better!Gestures like this serve as a periodic smack in the face to bring me to my

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Is it possible that there is a point at which you can be so addicted to creativity, let your imagination so free that you can no longer distinguish emotionally between reality and imaginality? And at that point, you feel that to choose reality would leave you feeling grounded, but hollow, while on the other hand to allow imagination to take over and let your creative genius flourish unhindered

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It's almost Christmas and I *know* what you've been wishing and hoping and thinking and praying for! So I thought I'd give it to you a bit early: an exclusive interview, Christmas edition, with everyone's *favorite* RI poster (the person, not the thing on your dorm room wall).Okay, Sarah. When is the best time to open presents? Christmas morning. Presents, good and bad, are infinitely more

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*RANDOMOCITY ALERT!* I received a welcome surprise early last week:which was, I am delighted to say, from Jen A. To let me know how--and I quote--"superwonderful" I am. So all last week the view from my desk looked like this:and a strong scent of lilies lingered in the 20-foot radius around my desk (through walls and everything), drawing curious people to my creative lair like an olfactic tractor

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I am the Loyal Warrior (who are you?) Loyal Warriors are never as happy as when they are in the company of loved ones. Strong, loving and secure individuals, they care deeply for friends and family and aren't afraid to show it. Their value of teamwork and dedication make them fantastic leaders in casual and serious situations. They're social chameleons and can adapt easily to any place they

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I usually roast fennel with other vegetables to accompany chicken or turkey, but tried this the other night and it was delicious. The fennel retains more of its sharpness than with roasting or other longer cooking methods.Ingredients:Fennel bulbs, cut into wedgesBalsamic vinegarExtra virgin olive oilKosher saltPepperDirections:Blanche the fennel wedges (Bring a pot of water to a rapid boil. Add

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This may come as a shock to you, but I--yes, I--am the creator of the ugliest angel ornament *EVER*.I discovered it in a box of Christmas tree ornaments at my parents' house, as if to remind me--before I embarked on a stack of sewing projects I've been planning--why I *DO NOT SEW*. See the fine craftsmanship? I especially love that the floral pattern is going sideways. The random sequin detail is

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Thanksgiving was fairly mundane, as expected. We ventured up the road to Crofton--where Keith's aunt (his mother's identical twin)lives with her family--to attend the traditional Thanksgiving all-you-can-eat buffet for 30, complete with monkey bread and turducken. To balance things out, we had decided to spend Friday afternoon at my parents' house with my parents, my brother and the cats, Chrissy

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We're nearing the end of the calendar year for the umpteen-billionth time, which means it's time once again to think about the purpose and purposelessness of our lives. It's also time to start another blog. So I pulled out my current list of short-term life goals and began to evaluate which item to tackle next:Run a marathon (26.2 miles), or be capable of it, by the time I reach the age of 26.2

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I read this on the Nike Running blog:"Thanksgiving dinner comes to 3358 calories. Run a marathon and burn about 3350 calories."ARE YOU *KIDDING* ME?!!?

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I realized that I still have to decide what class(es) I'm going to take in the winter/spring. And I just don't know. Well shoot.I also find myself wishing that Thanksgiving would just get over with already. This is perhaps because I find Thanksgiving to be at once both the most stressful and the most boring holiday of the year. Which itself perhaps has something to do with (a) having to decide

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For me, the holiday season officially starts when Daylight Savings Time ends, ushering in the depressingness of spending every daylight hour locked in my office, trapped under cold fluorescent lighting, my retinas seared by the phosphorescent glow of my computer screens. I drive home with the headlights on, check the mailbox by what little bit of light is left as the sun dips below the horizon,

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This post from True Office Confessions made my day:10.23.07 2:04pI wish I could use these out of office messages. It would make me happy:I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be prepared for my mood.You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at

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It's official: I am an ordained minister of the Universal Life Church.I see the face you're making, the face that says, "Why, Sarah? What has compelled you--you who are not outwardly spiritual or at all religious--to become an ordained minister?" I'll tell you why: My roommate, fellow art major, and very close friend from college, Jen B, called me about a month ago to tell me that she had just

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Today I experienced the joy of doing NOTHING. Or, rather, not having to do anything, although I still did practically nothing. It was beautiful.I did feel a bit guilty about not posting for a while--not even to celebrate MY QUARTER-CENTURY BIRTHDAY--and I have something to post, but I'm waiting until I'm back at work to adjust the image size for the Web.So, since I was feeling a big linky today,

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This past weekend, we traveled to Cumberland to attend the closing reception for a gallery show called "Fresh Produce." I submitted three works to the show (Sweet 100, Swiss Miss and Strata-licious), and all of them were accepted, while about 25% of entries were cut, which is pretty darned good if you ask me.Anyway, since we were all the way up there, and since the cheaper hotels were out in

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*In a whisper*At this very moment I am sitting in class. Education class. Technology for Instruction and Management, to be precise. A graduate level course.We started by playing Solitaire (for real). And then, moving on to an activity slightly more complicated, we got into Paint. You know, because we are GRADUATE students.And THEN--JUST when we thought it couldn't get any more difficult--we

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Sarah Schodroski EhmanSwiss Miss: Friendship Liquefied and Piping Hot!September 2007Paper7" x 5"

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Sarah Schodroski EhmanSweet 100September 2007Paper8" x 10" Read about Sweet 100.

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Mom: Sarah, how would you answer this question we had for a team building exercise at work today: if you were stranded on a desert island, which 3 people would you like to have with you, and which 3 books would you want to have?Me: Hmmmm... Well, ideally, I would like to have 3 friendly island natives there with me. But in case there are no people on the island already, I would need Keith there

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On the occasion that I witness an ordinary act of kindness, I often think “That was so very nice!” and wish that I could send a mental *HUG* to the Nice Person, and that they would sense the mental *HUG* and feel good knowing that a stranger they never saw or knew was watching, and will never cross paths with again, thinks that they are deserving of a mental *HUG* for niceness, or in technical

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I got this in my e-mail the other day from Jen A. I am one of the friends who never responds with my own answers, so today I thought, "I'll do it!" And it's all 100% true, of course, because this is serious business. No time for facetiousness.Friends Survey0. What time is it16:25.You might be wondering why this is numbered "0." When I received this e-mail survey, the first two items were numbered

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This morning, as I was lounging around in my pajamas, enjoying the day off and busying my mind by thinking of all the things I should be doing--showering, eating, moving--I suddenly heard the joyful tune of "When the Saints"--buzzz, buzzz--"Go Marching In"--buzzz, buzzz--coming from my cell phone, which was also vibrating furiously across the coffee table. And I was delighted to discover that it

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Sarah Schodroski EhmanStrata-licious (from the kitchen of Little Joys)September 2007Paper7" x 5"

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Call Julie.An ordinary command--a statement instead of a request, as indicated by a period at the end, rather than a question mark--becomes elevated in importance with the simple, continuous application of the shift key:CALL JULIE.But with a line hovering over that period, the urgent all-caps statement seems not only more urgent, but friendlier too:CALL JULIE!as if what it's really telling us, in

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From: Amber, JenniferSent: Wednesday, September 19, 2007 15:41You're bloggerific today! ;)From: Schodroski, Sarah CSent: Wednesday, September 19, 2007 15:38Does the candle just stay lit and drip wax all over the floor? Does the faucet keep running? Yeah, um, sorry, all of that at least better be cooking me breakfast too. Freaks.From: Amber, JenniferSent: Wednesday, September 19, 2007 15:27OMG if

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Rich text editors have enabled the more animated percentage of the population--of which I am a member--to enliven their informal written communication with emboldened, italicized, colored and otherwise visually enhanced text. However, the loss of rich text editing in my work e-mail has allowed me to develop a true appreciation for the humble asterisk. Asterisks can be used in plain text editing

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From: Schodroski, Sarah CSent: Wednesday, September 19, 2007 9:02LOL- I'm signing into my account as we speak...From: Amber, JenniferSent: Wednesday, September 19, 2007 9:00I think you have another blog entry! ;) hehehe along w/ the pumpkin brownie recipe!From: Schodroski, Sarah CSent: Wednesday, September 19, 2007 8:59I agree--I never have liked that word since it sounds so...biological. And

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It must be the milder weather and messiness of my house. But lately (and by lately I mean today) I've found myself reminiscing about happier times--like last Christmas when the Ehman and Schodroski families came together in our new home to celebrate the holiday:Hallway, Dining Room cleared at lastA Christmas miracle, some sayDECEMBER 26DINING ROOM TABLE, Downstairs -- Maybe miracles really are

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And my other short-term life goals are few and simple:Run a marathon (26.2 miles), or be capable of it, by the time I reach the age of 26.2 on December 31, 2008Get a little pineapple tattooPASS THE PRAXIS IIWoohoo!

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It all started when I was skydiving.I was falling, gliding, floating, drifting peacefully above the Earth. I reveled in feeling the wind against my face, my feet completely free of a ground on which to stand. Right-side-up, upside-down, sideways, backwards--no matter: I was free. The world lay beneath me, unaware of me, uninterested in me, but it was mine to gaze upon--mile after mile after mile

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Observation: Since the first of the month, we’ve experienced something like 347% humidity, temperatures around 100 degrees Fahrenheit, the gloomiest week of the summer weather-wise, and my head has been in a funk such that I’ve thought it was Tuesday at least once every day this week so far, and I believe at this point I need either a fabulous year-long vacation, magical pills, or an infinite

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Vegetables:1 bulb fennel (the white part—slice off the green stalks & save half for the chicken), cut into wedges6 small potatoes, peeled (I made slits ½ inch apart in each, and stuck clumps of rosemary leaves and thyme into the slits)3-5 carrots, peeled, quartered1 large sweet onion, quartered6-10 green onions, chopped (green & white parts)6 cloves garlic, peeled & smashedPreheat

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Sarah Schodroski Ehman Little JoysAugust 2007Paper7" x 5"

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I hold a half-dozen in one hand--ethereal orbs of tomatoey goodness. Popping them into my mouth one at a time, I savor them like filled chocolates.The skin is tight and smooth, still warm from the filtered sunlight. I bite into the flesh without reservation, unleashing a hot sweet explosion that tastes like robust red-orange with a surprising hint of delectable pink, finishing off smoothly with

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Observation: I have two Jennifers: Jen A. and Jen B. Each of my Jennifers happens to have at least two Sarahs. One might speculate that each of these Sarahs has another Jennifer, who has another Sarah, etc., and thus that every Jennifer has a Sarah and every Sarah, then, has a Jennifer.Hypothesis: There is a metaphysical connection between girls of the name Jennifer and girls of the name Sarah.

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Why is it that Life wants to teach us lessons?I started the day feeling emotionally raw, even a little sad, for no reason in specific--rather a whole bunch of little reasons building up on top of me to create a very great weight. I was thinking about my blog goal--to write something once a day--and of how I started the blog a week ago and have only managed three entries (now four). Sad.So then I

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A dryer sheet just fell out of my sweater and landed on my leg. Really, just now--like a mysterious artifact from the past, a witness to secrets and stories, history in the making. One can only imagine if it had fallen into anyone else’s lap: in as much time it would have ended up in the trash can. But it surreptitiously, serendipitously fell into MY lap! What providence! I understand your worth,

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I was thinking today about the purpose of blogging. I am fascinated lately with the blogosphere, like a whirlwind of simultaneous autobiographies happening in real-time: oooohhhh. Except I can’t help the feeling that I’m supposed to be blogging about something--that this blog* should have a “purpose” or some consistent thread of subject matter. Get over it, I tell myself. It’s mine, all mine, and

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In celebration of one year of moved-into-our-new-housedness, and because I'm too tired to come up with anything exciting for my numero uno blog post, here's a rediscovered bit of writing:There are but a few things in life that fill one with absolute, untainted happiness. My latest joy: unpacking boxes.I get chills as my scissors, splayed apart to make use of a single blade, slice through the

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