tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16725258773142225432024-03-06T21:34:21.826-06:00it's the little thingsJulie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-58225350214099071302014-03-06T17:45:00.001-06:002014-03-06T17:45:10.276-06:00Touch the Trees<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This painting just came off the easel last week.<div>
Somewhere under the layers of paint is a bird. :)</div>
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I was thinking of the ups and downs of parenting and life as I painted.</div>
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When my kids were little, I'd push them on the swing and tell them to "touch the trees."</div>
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Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-91760043389337877102014-02-09T22:41:00.003-06:002014-02-09T22:41:41.154-06:00I'm Back, Really I Am!<b>I'm painting again, and have a few pieces at a new to me store in Geneva- </b><b><a href="http://reluxvintage.com/">Relux Vintage</a>.</b><div>
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<b>I clicked on a few pictures late one night on Facebook.</b></div>
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<b>I soon found myself clicking away, finding kindred spirits & my style of design.</b></div>
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<b>Barnwood, vintage, paints, jewelry, home decor….oh my!</b></div>
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<b>Then I saw they were looking for local artists who liked to repurpose things.</b></div>
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<b>Bleary eyed, I typed an email and attached a few photos of my work.</b></div>
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<b>A few days later, I carried my laptop & a few pieces into the store.</b></div>
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<b>I left, knowing all was meant to be.</b></div>
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<b>Everything happens for a reason.</b></div>
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<b>The job I loved so deeply last November- June, was a one year position.</b></div>
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<b>I knew that going in, but oh was it hard to leave that place.</b></div>
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<b>I floundered through the Fall, creating when I had the courage.</b></div>
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<b>Painting when I had the strength to bare my soul on canvas.</b></div>
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<b>When I begin a piece, I never know where it will take me.</b></div>
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<b>Take this piece which recently sold at <a href="http://reluxvintage.com/">Relux Vintage.</a></b></div>
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<b>There's so much under those flowers.</b></div>
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<b>Raw emotions…through paint and words…</b></div>
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<b>Layers of paint, modeling paste, more paint, more words…over & over again.</b></div>
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<b>I'm going to start taking pics of the process & post the images here.</b></div>
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<b>You can find me on Facebook as well- under Julie Renee.</b></div>
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<b>Why Julie Renee?</b></div>
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<b>It's my given name.</b></div>
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<b>It's me, only me, and not nearly as common as Julie Johnson.</b></div>
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<b>I'm thrilled to be Julie Johnson, but there are way too many Julie Johnsons in this world.</b></div>
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<b>I could fill a page with all of the ways my common name has been a nuisance.</b></div>
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<b>So when I sign my name on a piece, it has been Julie Renee.</b></div>
Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-64013046422532596452012-10-11T10:08:00.001-05:002012-10-11T10:08:12.892-05:00What the church could learn from Trader JoesI'm a frequent flyer at Trader Joes. It's on my way home from the gym, and makes me happy every time I'm there. The creative packaging, fresh produce, beautiful market flowers, friendly crew, free samples, great coffee. I could go on and on. It's an errand I always love, and I always leave with a happy heart. It sounds weird for a grocery store. <div>
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It got me thinking. </div>
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Why isn't the church more like Trader Joes?</div>
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Both the "c" and the "C."</div>
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I'm disgruntled with both these days.</div>
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At Trader Joes...</div>
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Everyone is welcome.</div>
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Smiles and friendly faces are everywhere.</div>
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Coffee is terrific.</div>
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You can try a sample, and like it or not...and that's ok.</div>
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Gorgeous flowers and bits of nature are in abundance.</div>
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Creativity, art, and humor is abounding.</div>
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Clever marketing.</div>
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"Fearless" Flyers introduce new products with ingenuity and amusement.</div>
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Help is in every aisle.</div>
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Colors of the rainbow at every glimpse.</div>
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Offers to assist on every visit.</div>
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Recipes and advice is exchanged freely.</div>
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No judgement.</div>
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Happy sounds.</div>
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Positive, flowing energy.</div>
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Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-4870315623348314862012-10-10T22:05:00.002-05:002012-10-10T22:05:42.093-05:00FloatingSome days one just has to go with the flow...<br />
2 a.m. Wake to dog sick on tinfoil<br />
2:15 a.m. Back to bed after cleanup and time in jammies outside<br />
4:45 a.m. Turn off alarm. No way I'm getting up for pilates.<br />
6:15 a.m. Wake up<br />
6:20 a.m. Time with Linnea.<br />
6:45 a.m. Drive Linnea to jazz band<br />
7:05 a.m. Return, time with Carl and his buddy hanging in the kitchen.<br />
7:20 a.m. Boys take off for High School<br />
7:35 a.m. Hop in shower. Mark wakes girls up. Get ready.<br />
8:05 a.m. Mark to train.<br />
8:20 a.m. Report to 1/2 day sub duty...ELL (Spanish), I have Latin & Swedish background<br />
8:55 a.m. Sub duty- reassigned to full day of subbing as "Floater"<br />
Spend fifty minutes in each of the following..."floating" from room to room, reading plans as I teach<br />
1. Help with special needs kindergarten and first graders.<br />
2. First grade...Calendar and reading<br />
3. Second grade...ELL...Math<br />
4. Third grade...happens to be Sofi's classroom. She turns the color of her sweatshirt upon my arrival...bright pink. Happens to be the job I applied for 5 days before schools started. It wasn't as awkward as I imagined it might be...<br />
12:40 p.m. Lunch...race home, take dogs out, make lunch, deal with Halloween party planning...<br />
1:05 p.m. Head back to school<br />
1. Fifth grade....Math...Science<br />
2. Fourth grade...more Math...<br />
3. Third grade...back to Sofi's class....<br />
3:30 p.m. Home with Sofi & Linnea, snack, check in, madly clean art room<br />
4:30 p.m. Tutor in now "clean" art room...just don't open closet<br />
5:00 p.m. Iz and Carl back from activities<br />
5:05 p.m. Iz and I take Sofi to soccer, get gas, hang out in mini van with dogs...forgot leashes, fielding calls from Linnea who is making tomato soup from scratch...<br />
6:00 p.m. Leave soccer and head home, not train as planned, Mark is late...again. <br />
6:10 p.m. Finish dinner prep, feed kids<br />
6:50 p..m. Carl & Linnea head to youth group and confirmation...have a ride<br />
7:08 p.m. Head to train to pick up Mark<br />
7:25 p.m Reheat dinner, feed Mark, make my dinner (vegan)...eat, spend time with girls<br />
8:10 p.m. Pick up Linnea and friend from confirmation<br />
8:30 p.m. Help girls get ready for bed, read.<br />
8:55 p.m. Head back to church to pick up Carl and two friends.<br />
9:15 p.m. Time with Carl doing Latin while I clean kitchen with a glass of wine<br />
9:45 p.m. Send Carl to bed and do this crazy timeline of my day.<br />
10:00 p.m. Mark heads to bed.<br />
10:03 p.m. I contemplate all that I would and should do before another day...<br />
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Sad thing?<br />
Thursdays are a worse time schedule than Wednesdays.<br />
Yippee!<br />
It's All Good....<br />
-Julie<br />
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She tucks "Flea Market Style" and "Pottery Barn" catalogs into her tote bags.</div>
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They go along to soccer games.</div>
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In the car to pick up Dad.</div>
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Off on quick errands.</div>
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Yesterday she wanted to bring one to school.</div>
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I told her she could.</div>
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She said "It would be much more amusing to read it at recess than listen to the screaming and the drama surrounding me."</div>
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Oh she cracks me up.</div>
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She's trying to train the dogs after school.<br />
With six people giving directions to them, their behavior isn't the best.<br />
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Cody (on the right) never listens.<br />
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And often Madison doesn't either.<br />
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But she tries.<br />
Izzy and I crafting.<br />
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These were pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.</div>
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Inside, "Wishes To Mom, Love Izzy"</div>
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Six little flowers with beads glued on.<br />
She's quite good with a glue gun.<br />
She asked me this morning if I'd made my wishes yet.<br />
Love this kid.<br />
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If you stopped by in early June,<br />
You would have seen a pile of sand and a pile of bricks.<br />
Here's a shot of it today from the iphone.<br />
I pulled a few muscles and may have broken two fingers,<br />
But phase one has been done for a few months now.<br />
The "outdoor kitchen" constructed by Mark is almost done.<br />
I'm contemplating pulling out a brick tomorrow in the second level.<br />
And then the fun would begin again...<br />
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Linnea's about the same age in the pic behind Sofi's head.</div>
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She still plays teacher every day.</div>
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She still has to sleep with bun bun, boo boo and blue bear.</div>
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She still loves to cuddle.</div>
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She'll always be my little pumpkin.</div>
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I took a class my Senior year of high school.</div>
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I'd sketch clothes.</div>
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Create outfits.</div>
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Make huge messes in my bedroom.</div>
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I loved it.</div>
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I became a teacher instead.</div>
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Why?</div>
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It was safer.</div>
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The school I went to didn't have the degree.</div>
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I loved kids.</div>
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I loved reading.</div>
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I wanted to major in Children's Literature, but it wasn't an option.</div>
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So I got a teaching degree.</div>
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The profession has changed- a lot.</div>
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The teaching market is tough.</div>
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I interviewed this Summer.</div>
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180 applicants.</div>
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A local district had 1400 applicants for a kindergarten job.</div>
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My outfits are a little "out there" at times.<br />
I don't care.<br />
They make me happy.<br />
I like to shop.<br />
And I'm very good at thrifting.<br />
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I'm often asked where I shop.<br />
My response usually surprises people.<br />
My closet?<br />
It's my little haven away from the chaos of four kids.<br />
I mix and match to my hearts content.<br />
With four kids, I don't shop too often.<br />
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If you're local,<br />
"Community Thrift" on Indian Trail is one of my favorite places.<br />
I've been known to spend five hours there at a time.<br />
Just digging.<br />
If you stay long enough, it's a new inventory!<br />
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A newer option is "Plato's Closet."<br />
It's a little pricier than a thrift store, but the digging has been done for you.<br />
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My favorite store?<br />
Hands down, "Anthropologie."<br />
I can dig in the sales room and find decent prices...<br />
but shopping there is usually a huge splurge.<br />
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Instead I go back to my closet, and remix.<br />
Case in point: Hollister gray knit ruffle tank dress with polka dot skirted bottom.<br />
I wear it with a ribbed tank from Menards. <br />
Yep, the hardware store sells clothes.<br />
Add my Target mustard cardigan and black leggings.<br />
End with my Born boots.<br />
I wear them almost every day Sept.- April<br />
I can change this outfit and wear it with jean capris, or a shrug, or a white jean jacket.<br />
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In a future life, I'd love to style people's clothes...<br />
be the "What not to wear" lady.<br />
Or the window designer for a local store.<br />
I did that once.<br />
I was 16.<br />
I designed the lingerie store windows.<br />
For reals.<br />
If they let me do it at 16, I think it's time to give it a try at 41. <br />
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<br />Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-43075398103005849022012-09-19T14:05:00.000-05:002012-09-19T14:05:01.659-05:00Dumb Things I Do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To save $, I thought I'd give a local place a try that was cheaper...$6 cheaper.</div>
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I'd heard they do a good job, but speak little English.</div>
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"This too?"</div>
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There seemed to be no rhyme or reason.</div>
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Wince.</div>
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It was no longer relaxing.</div>
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Nice, hairless, red, blotchy face.</div>
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"Red go down in few hours."</div>
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Linnea & I had arranged the matching outfits before hand. :)</div>
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Some things in life you will never forget.</div>
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<br />Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-71863909491461945012012-09-17T10:33:00.000-05:002012-09-17T10:33:22.407-05:00I'm Back- For Good, I Promise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yikes, it's been a few months...</div>
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AGAIN.</div>
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I contemplated quitting the blogging thing.</div>
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For about 999 reasons.</div>
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I chose to stick with it.</div>
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For good.</div>
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Why? </div>
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It came down to three big reasons.</div>
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I've missed this little corner on the internet.</div>
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I've missed the friends I've made around the world through it.</div>
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I've missed using my voice in this way.</div>
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I've been busy "staying home" again- such an oxymoron.</div>
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It seems I'm seldom home and spend a lot of time in the minivan.</div>
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Time to figure out how to blog in my "mobile office."</div>
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I'm not working right now, but in the world of subbing, that can change in a moment.</div>
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I'm at peace with being home again.</div>
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It's taken awhile to get there.</div>
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The monotony, the quiet, the cleaning, the chauffeuring, lots of volunteering, home repair stuff. </div>
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It's all good...just very different from last year.</div>
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Kids are happier having me home, esp. child #2.</div>
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Izzy surprised me by making dark chocolate covered strawberries for my birthday.</div>
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The big 4-1.</div>
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I took a "personal day"for myself.</div>
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Mark had the car downtown, so I hoofed it around Batavia.</div>
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Hit a garage sale, then Target.</div>
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I bought myself a pumpkin spice soy latte.</div>
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some pumpkin scented candles...<br />
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some "Fallish" napkins for wine and entertaining...<br />
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My new favorite beauty tool...not sure if it works, but it sure feels good under my puffy allergy eyes! :)<br />
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-and the big exciting purchase...cleaning supplies for the big Fall deep clean.<br />
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Went for a run, worked in the garden, worked on an art piece, and enjoyed the day.</div>
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<br /><br />Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-45983725843756636562012-06-15T06:52:00.000-05:002012-06-15T06:52:54.758-05:00Which Format Do You Use?Navigating blogger these days is like learning Greek.<br />
Clearly I haven't been blogging much.<br />
Clearly I have much to learn.<br />
Clearly I need to decide if I switch to wordpress or something else.<br />
Those of you who have been blogging through the changes...<br />
Do you have a preference?<br />
Any advice?<br />
I'm thinking I need to start over.<br />
All over.<br />
Thanks for any help!<br />
-JulieJulie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-16274023867439115472012-04-19T12:19:00.004-05:002012-04-19T12:31:13.022-05:00Whee!I seem to be swinging in and out of Blogland.<div><br /></div><div>I'm alive.</div><div>I've been filling my days at home again.</div><div>The gym, volunteering, cleaning, organizing, gardening.</div><div>Finally got some calls for subbing and excited about that.</div><div>The days go so quickly, and the 3-10 p.m. shift is like another job.</div><div>Seems like "the boy" stays awake longer these days.</div><div>As a result I'm staying awake longer to unwind a bit.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Painting has become part of my days and late nights again.</div><div><div><div>Forgot how much I missed it.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2eP-fhCEPvkvrMKLnuf3w2ld6dDW-ksXp067FaIAOZR8VYg2_Ea2y35fsttnWN9cWKdo2nD8G6HrB4ZwQQ3PhCYcoM1Eo6HAhMn1TL1o4cs8vZ7N3MFgCv9igDspFDygpMXEPNc23B4/s1600/photo-8.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2eP-fhCEPvkvrMKLnuf3w2ld6dDW-ksXp067FaIAOZR8VYg2_Ea2y35fsttnWN9cWKdo2nD8G6HrB4ZwQQ3PhCYcoM1Eo6HAhMn1TL1o4cs8vZ7N3MFgCv9igDspFDygpMXEPNc23B4/s400/photo-8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733162847359194930" /></a><br /></div><div>It's easy to lose oneself in a canvas for a bit.</div></div></div></div><div>I painted this one last week.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a 24 x 30 inch canvas busting off of the easel right now.</div><div>It's of a tree that's been yarn bombed.</div><div>I found the image online and Linnea asked me to paint it.</div><div>If you have no idea what yarn bombing is, google it and you'll smile.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Julie</div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-29551721408104353932012-03-23T15:28:00.004-05:002012-03-23T15:44:28.121-05:00The Red Baron Has Landed!They are here!<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62IEju0McJLyUHRqH3z6tCeHlD8ginCh01eUs7PoXqq8TKZQZjpvRq8O3YZ05d4JEwD9R4HjXaO9TJVKzO_wrgQJ5x8DS3WB97JoA3Rj9n709c1erIJJgExgfifjgCSjL-m8keboxwkI/s1600/IMG_3707.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62IEju0McJLyUHRqH3z6tCeHlD8ginCh01eUs7PoXqq8TKZQZjpvRq8O3YZ05d4JEwD9R4HjXaO9TJVKzO_wrgQJ5x8DS3WB97JoA3Rj9n709c1erIJJgExgfifjgCSjL-m8keboxwkI/s400/IMG_3707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723192787015226546" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Intrigued?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I fell in love with these last Spring,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I knew I'd never pay Restoration Hardware's prices for them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I didn't think they'd ever be a reality.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Enter overstock.com.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Hurry.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">They disappear often.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgINavln-UdbKRK2JCC7eMWPy_ZmWaUwvd9tYqF8tcUeDkt9ZfEt_xFeHZS6rzWqut8Vaf3EzzZQf5vlyaWVMOeBJXQUKQR_L-nz0XP9YyeAxUIwUOHkAA2q3RFqBiaXCviwFvDmgbXwI4/s400/IMG_3715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723192516127394658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I loved the contrast of vintage leather and metal,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The curves,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The sleek lines,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The uniqueness,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The red baron feel,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">and how they reminded me of my mom.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Let me explain.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8p1t2IanE2wPT6GiqSNFVnUAPYw6bY6xPckQDjIoNH0yKzsdzarlY16adrMr5njJLIDBG7byY__ZSzJNgOS5lRj7VEyEzHmZ9AtHj7YwmLpezebm6Xqu2WDtTExjZ_uewsm8QSvhoJWs/s400/IMG_3714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723192527503473890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">My parents were the prior owners of 545.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mom loved her "bucket" chairs.</div><div style="text-align: left;">She had two in the corner of this room.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I think she replaced them at least once.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I could always find her there with a book,</div><div style="text-align: left;">and ready for conversation.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">With the canoe there, "bucket" style chairs weren't an option.</div><div style="text-align: left;">These don't swivel, but the lines remind me of mom's chairs.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723192506091220386" /></a>I know they aren't for everybody. </div><div>But I love them.</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPQJFS3YC2L5j4VHGD_kbFcYuxXvg_7z7Akzx_tM0YZFlfWSbLavoxO-y2cHhJCBpgp-yZwFQjAD5yYHOJfBz3MX_VhUuOz6_yPyb9WYpnys7ZBIsjUxF3f6DexKtLDIEJaiKWwEUxek/s400/IMG_3713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723192532552400146" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The kids do too.</div><div style="text-align: left;">They remind you of sitting in a pilot seat. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Sofi was thrilled to have a box on this rainy day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">See her little arms drawing?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTF7CV-gxlYci2ZwAXewSXDXbxobHcrarZ8KSLxUjnGqqYWz55FJ31hJcE5rY0unhTz4z1UYjZRPzXSleclaRO-L7gQMoS_EcNu7uW7EKgxQPUQ0oh5C08xMroC5Nagu82DCj47WM1bcI/s1600/IMG_3719.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTF7CV-gxlYci2ZwAXewSXDXbxobHcrarZ8KSLxUjnGqqYWz55FJ31hJcE5rY0unhTz4z1UYjZRPzXSleclaRO-L7gQMoS_EcNu7uW7EKgxQPUQ0oh5C08xMroC5Nagu82DCj47WM1bcI/s400/IMG_3719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723192498524441650" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br />Truth be told, the big boy was inside the other...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71894_lzQRazrCC2Di1htLreXt6-oKds1EVnQh6R4xeBs6KwoAMZpyZ7xBgtMk6uBUmDXx_j7dW51hG31IYg960XtuO7o1Mh5J1xuMzKT7MOOSSuZmGXM0kCaGMfMGSMqObgxJl5GF6U/s400/IMG_3708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723192781279001330" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">-Julie</span></span></div></div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-25295034340935100902012-03-22T06:53:00.007-05:002012-03-22T07:35:35.106-05:00Come On In<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCaaIHs7RwAa_BygT4mpxPzBGE8zeJxuD54pmmqg8hJR1OMdRNKl61a7Ipd8cXE08JKenfiyY1D8kJzwVPaLSKCvLQ6xlXzT6PoDqkvzO9gsNWLQQPRt19KI66ecfcXLJNkTA530KMDvE/s1600/IMG_3646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCaaIHs7RwAa_BygT4mpxPzBGE8zeJxuD54pmmqg8hJR1OMdRNKl61a7Ipd8cXE08JKenfiyY1D8kJzwVPaLSKCvLQ6xlXzT6PoDqkvzO9gsNWLQQPRt19KI66ecfcXLJNkTA530KMDvE/s400/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722698772870467538" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdKGWyxUtVKcTsxd0SQ5oNJ0JQsIehh01ebG2ZXlIJq5s7etsQHLlMD3ixVYY9X2YrSjxmtzWDAjDI1zCuUi-o5j34PlEL8G1dP9CN_B2-wLPNlNlcqwbA5XDcVsxfRr-F_-eTDirQ6w/s1600/IMG_3684.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswFhy_EwN4rtquEqUakm94mLn7uwIDvnfD4-QIRoJALckLTdsYM0yoYlPHVVHHROjNLk2ogqCqV-GBaY4nZxRSvk6RygsPUfTtn6fmhaPDBb6NjVNbmoKbmIvwePKnPYRtId2cJ58drg/s1600/IMG_3689.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: left;">The lighting is so hard to capture.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've been playing with the dreaded manual focus.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's kind of fun!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKfgVlsoLNtEz4wsIxMh0Gd8ObTIFnTLz_SjdP6RUd4ndTh0IgYMijsBBWl4S8BcxJ96JV6cjjlQf0dTLU4s215aH9r0R8i3RNp02JYJGdYkeILC4axCPLeDp80cEJ1rtHMypqVV-5h1E/s1600/IMG_3668.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-5Fz51rVVYRmZk2yQpeGiHZqHmGC7yCfJ2utxK6XeOM3VYKTX0f0tQEPO6YwC70vUNm9bLF04UvW-9KyN2FTev6Ie10Wam1EjuA2Yi9zExngqf_irReFCq279cAiwJw2NWwdtiujjKc/s400/IMG_3653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722688806290944146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Everything in the room has significance.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The two rocking chairs are from my dad.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The larger one was a wedding gift.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The smaller one was my childhood rocker. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I bought the decoys when we first moved to town.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Money was tight and I found an incredible garage sale.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The canoe was made by my dad in High School.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The lamp above was his cousin's.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">The little lantern by the window is from a dear friend.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">If you turn to the left this is what you see.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXSlJP0-fTlEzw1LqAPH2qd76iF_4Ml4xYH1lyy_vEpNFw_O9F2fMAz-8VXEoYBnSgy_ZrkZt7z53VvNa1IcIJ6q2xx49jqVmx2jr88naR4wPlyjiEiK3I2CvupOqXcmxzxs0hSQlqLA/s400/IMG_3663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722688812823520690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The pictures were hanging outside on the back of the garage.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The frames are old windows found curbside.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Then I brought them down to the basement.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I love how they fill the wall.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I'm thinking they need to move a little closer together.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Thoughts?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The chest was in my brother's closet when we bought this home from my parent's.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It's big, clunky, distressed, and I love it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Inside the chest is our extra blankets.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I pulled the lanterns out of the trash.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">They were outdoor fixtures.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The metal bin on the bricks was our family toy chest when I was little.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hsefWWPJIRy3ChbD-79UzOTR9PnO0umpCQ5xndAiwxQQ2JKLsYHbKAaBy_C4lhIWQzbPctwuiqZeSEZ72MWvbLlk4n61HDCAVaaajwboJjARO8f3GMeuvMWcZiBohGU5mylZKdX4_XM/s400/IMG_3693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722688833002747858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">We kicked the couch to the curb.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I don't miss it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Coming tomorrow are two chairs to join this one.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This chair was a killer deal at a local store.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I overheard one of the customers say, "that's the ugliest chair I've ever seen."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Moments later I was paying for it. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I love it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It reminds me of my grandpa's wool shirts.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It's down filled and super comfy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The light was a Target find a few years back.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The stump was from our friend's tree nursery.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Here's the nook to the left when you enter the room.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This is where the eyesore of a desk was.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0CgiZa5gw9DQ8JKFVsHI_vfQg_MpSvdtqRuqUlZflRC2fNvQsNGFtq6-zbQim0NGyId6WNMd7vsT8Wvb_1J31L4G3SaAN4vYjRKPWSwzRznI-wt54Qffm7RJwtggr4WwcxBtFKt99t0/s400/IMG_3697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722688820096249218" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span>Eyesore no more...just clean lines.</div><div>This piece was in the dining room.</div><div>It's filled with easy access entertaining supplies.</div><div>Glasses, trays, appetizer plates, candles, napkins.</div><div>Everything needed for a quick party.</div><div>It was from my mother in law's best friend's estate.</div><div>She lived much of her adult life in Africa.</div><div>We think the piece is from there.</div><div>The wood is interesting, and the back is actually metal.</div><div>Mark made an adjustment of the legs to make it fit.</div><div>On top are forsythia from our flowering bush outside.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswFhy_EwN4rtquEqUakm94mLn7uwIDvnfD4-QIRoJALckLTdsYM0yoYlPHVVHHROjNLk2ogqCqV-GBaY4nZxRSvk6RygsPUfTtn6fmhaPDBb6NjVNbmoKbmIvwePKnPYRtId2cJ58drg/s400/IMG_3689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722698088422292258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The inner vase is filled with water.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The outer vase is filled with wine corks.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div>S<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">wing back to the left and you'll find the next area we're figuring out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This piece was from an antique store in Michigan.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">We bought it soon after we were married.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It holds our wine and some candle holders.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It's an old school desk attached to a Singer base.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Love it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It was in the dining room too.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OxSgoc3YBLkzzKDCOqIXFRRmNDBRRAldrEcHb8a2OAWqAgeSLdfRIkpmpNnczztS7nILEKrTSUNULQGihgPkYf9EBbwsZ3b7078oAAruo-maTHXSjjbnIxf-2mp9ZCQxgLTjHreCIks/s1600/IMG_3692.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OxSgoc3YBLkzzKDCOqIXFRRmNDBRRAldrEcHb8a2OAWqAgeSLdfRIkpmpNnczztS7nILEKrTSUNULQGihgPkYf9EBbwsZ3b7078oAAruo-maTHXSjjbnIxf-2mp9ZCQxgLTjHreCIks/s400/IMG_3692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722688841315391010" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKfgVlsoLNtEz4wsIxMh0Gd8ObTIFnTLz_SjdP6RUd4ndTh0IgYMijsBBWl4S8BcxJ96JV6cjjlQf0dTLU4s215aH9r0R8i3RNp02JYJGdYkeILC4axCPLeDp80cEJ1rtHMypqVV-5h1E/s400/IMG_3668.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722689584685381250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">We're still playing with options for above it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This is a magazine cover from 1960 that we had enlarged.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Mark's grandpa is on the front cover.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It was found after his grandma passed away last year.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This copy is too big...we're still looking for a frame.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Here's that space. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Note you are now back at the entry to the room.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I'm looking for a 36 inch clock to put in that peak.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I have some artwork to hang on the left side as well.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hsefWWPJIRy3ChbD-79UzOTR9PnO0umpCQ5xndAiwxQQ2JKLsYHbKAaBy_C4lhIWQzbPctwuiqZeSEZ72MWvbLlk4n61HDCAVaaajwboJjARO8f3GMeuvMWcZiBohGU5mylZKdX4_XM/s1600/IMG_3693.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2p5vmSK75oriDRQrHYNIoJMGZRYnKXmE3JcPpQKWH7MyBwOiKklso5TPAC0Ul951a2tRJpK0NBQ7Dij35n65RFxNJ3BL8WdFhNJVF_kdedjDEYwG6atxKstgKB5DBow74PDHMAoYKmXc/s400/IMG_3669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722689582290228162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">So there you have it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">More pics to come once the art is hanging and chairs have arrived.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">One last look.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The weasel on the canoe is the only thing in the room I'm not fond of.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdKGWyxUtVKcTsxd0SQ5oNJ0JQsIehh01ebG2ZXlIJq5s7etsQHLlMD3ixVYY9X2YrSjxmtzWDAjDI1zCuUi-o5j34PlEL8G1dP9CN_B2-wLPNlNlcqwbA5XDcVsxfRr-F_-eTDirQ6w/s400/IMG_3684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722698766506099778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I need to photograph the dining room too.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Despite moving two pieces in here it's not empty. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I'm loving the changes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Today's task?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Tackle the kitchen cabinet.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">With four busy kids it's a constant issue.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This is my last day at home before their break.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Time to fill more bags for Goodwill.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">-Julie</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXSlJP0-fTlEzw1LqAPH2qd76iF_4Ml4xYH1lyy_vEpNFw_O9F2fMAz-8VXEoYBnSgy_ZrkZt7z53VvNa1IcIJ6q2xx49jqVmx2jr88naR4wPlyjiEiK3I2CvupOqXcmxzxs0hSQlqLA/s1600/IMG_3663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-5Fz51rVVYRmZk2yQpeGiHZqHmGC7yCfJ2utxK6XeOM3VYKTX0f0tQEPO6YwC70vUNm9bLF04UvW-9KyN2FTev6Ie10Wam1EjuA2Yi9zExngqf_irReFCq279cAiwJw2NWwdtiujjKc/s1600/IMG_3653.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div></div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-4011360338516245582012-03-21T10:13:00.003-05:002012-03-21T10:33:58.724-05:00Room Remodel<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I overcame my technical challenges, without my children or my husband.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">WooHOO!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Here's a few in progress shots of the living room.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Many things were no longer working in here...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The oak trim around the room</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The white ceiling</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The Henry David Thoreau quote poorly sharpies over the windows</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">(yes I used a sharpie on a whim....I know)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The beams...n</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); ">o longer easily cleanable, and the ceiling to beam line was a mess.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The painter suggested painting them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">His thought?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">He could get a clean line that way.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">They'd be cleanable again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I frantically called Mark.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I thought he said to go head and have them painted.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">He didn't.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Bad connection on the train.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Whoops!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">They can always be painted again, but I admit to crying quite a bit.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">They had been stained before and were quite dark.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-L9tuknlmrwPQJB235mzTMP3Vh2ue_-No76rYYLMuIHcOKWZ8d2CJG-XbsOYj5IsJZeP3QFttFstG-FrhdYLWdtxO9rLUQQ-IxIkThOoQ7ENBsy4QzbQgQv3TH4ULH703UhtAZzJB3A/s400/IMG_3568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722369507658893666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Here's the uncovered canoe.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This was the canoe my dad made in High School.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">He and his buddies used to take regular canoe trips together...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">in High School.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">How cool is that?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Yes, he did give us permission to saw it in half and make a window seat.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">One of my treasures I will never part with.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9FbCHH-f-8sV8ueyHiCsPw8q8mOsXM8hd81__FZKcAo7ipbN4x_n2wdfMo1nAy6YEKBBGyzQGDDGAufU_9Wgz4pk-ONcV4p4wiD6dcrCvooM_u39sbrwnvz6zkMP8WhAYoCCtXSDeA8/s1600/IMG_3569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9FbCHH-f-8sV8ueyHiCsPw8q8mOsXM8hd81__FZKcAo7ipbN4x_n2wdfMo1nAy6YEKBBGyzQGDDGAufU_9Wgz4pk-ONcV4p4wiD6dcrCvooM_u39sbrwnvz6zkMP8WhAYoCCtXSDeA8/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722369536532362482" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This wall posed a few challenges.</div><div>Note the paint color.</div><div>We removed a bookshelf 10 years ago...and never painted it to match the walls.</div><div>Whoops.</div><div>The chalkboard was covering it up. </div><div>We had long discussions about this corner.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_XKokiOJHqEJWyAh0fqF_5CJfzqyqzKmQRw-8VamGa2kfEynvhWbl50gMGKSffT8dN69_PxmeO1n0XP7LwbRYM4xLyNFIjBy2xMEy4i88h370zG90H71sxjvaOc0sNex79YMfgIvDxM/s1600/IMG_3567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_XKokiOJHqEJWyAh0fqF_5CJfzqyqzKmQRw-8VamGa2kfEynvhWbl50gMGKSffT8dN69_PxmeO1n0XP7LwbRYM4xLyNFIjBy2xMEy4i88h370zG90H71sxjvaOc0sNex79YMfgIvDxM/s400/IMG_3567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722369528502730210" /></a><div>See the table?</div><div>Mark built it about 16 years ago.</div><div>It's sagging.</div><div>It was constantly covered in Carl's schoolwork or Sofi's teaching stuff.</div><div>It was a constant eyesore in the corner.</div><div>For me anyway.</div><div>It's in the garage now waiting for Mark to part with it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-hU7lcGMDMnAqvvxr3fYV1D8UOuFnjkSADQGyqMhKxo6NF3OYwsSNn6Co1s8H6Sgxj3_o0RX_a0IKLhQicpORR051aJ29GS_H5kOPwtNtlAMmy2KyQzyAqs5ozWE7xoXjTP6wezPPtQ/s1600/IMG_3566.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-hU7lcGMDMnAqvvxr3fYV1D8UOuFnjkSADQGyqMhKxo6NF3OYwsSNn6Co1s8H6Sgxj3_o0RX_a0IKLhQicpORR051aJ29GS_H5kOPwtNtlAMmy2KyQzyAqs5ozWE7xoXjTP6wezPPtQ/s400/IMG_3566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722369521743503634" /></a>I'm not good at rearranging furniture.</div><div>I don't do it often.</div><div>This project really challenged me.</div><div>I flip flopped quite a few pieces, and discarded quite a bit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a sneak peek into the room.</div><div>I don't know that the colors are captured completely here.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAQ1f1GVV4TU1AiP_wWKcKtsci1YIhQujiVkw6NS10ya_Ak0KU1alu8kWGMiOUe_3f0gAPTEAoUl8BCqm19Bta7_o3fwCRen7UHK1yv98IQ1zIsoYoZpKgWfxIbGvFx-Rbxqsnj5qTjQ/s1600/IMG_3646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAQ1f1GVV4TU1AiP_wWKcKtsci1YIhQujiVkw6NS10ya_Ak0KU1alu8kWGMiOUe_3f0gAPTEAoUl8BCqm19Bta7_o3fwCRen7UHK1yv98IQ1zIsoYoZpKgWfxIbGvFx-Rbxqsnj5qTjQ/s400/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722369517541550850" /></a>I grabbed one of the Benjamin Moore Historical Color palettes.</div><div>The lightest color is on the living room walls and the beams.</div><div>The mid tone is on the living room ceiling.</div><div>The darkest color is on the library walls.</div><div>In person I think the library looks darker. </div><div>I'll try to capture that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes the books are in rainbow order.</div><div>Love them that way.</div><div>The little ceramic vase in the corner was made by Linnea in sixth grade.</div><div>The piano keyboard was a curbside find.</div><div>Mark said he'd never take it off the wall.</div><div>Thankfully he did for the paint job.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love the flow of colors.</div><div>They color looks different all day long.</div><div>I need to find smaller speakers. </div><div>I'm still looking for a clock.</div><div>Found one, but it was 15 inches too big.</div><div>Oy.</div><div><br /></div><div>More pics next time. </div><div>Off to dig in the yard and organize the kitchen cabinets.</div><div>-Julie</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-L9tuknlmrwPQJB235mzTMP3Vh2ue_-No76rYYLMuIHcOKWZ8d2CJG-XbsOYj5IsJZeP3QFttFstG-FrhdYLWdtxO9rLUQQ-IxIkThOoQ7ENBsy4QzbQgQv3TH4ULH703UhtAZzJB3A/s1600/IMG_3568.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-27472292545660737002012-03-20T12:36:00.003-05:002012-03-20T12:56:35.537-05:00Random ThoughtsPlease excuse my technical difficulties.<div>This is not the picture I intended to post.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3F4utCXVBzvLa_uMZX86ltZ-jB14BNrO8FUC-l2Gt-wlxU3sfa6QxpuUxFogFaKHCIZ5JiA7lb61_vceW8Ah-r9gISyR3e64SLq6Xvj3Ny1TBPluHJfab6zl9V485Venh5nAMfLIjvfA/s1600/IMG_3573.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3F4utCXVBzvLa_uMZX86ltZ-jB14BNrO8FUC-l2Gt-wlxU3sfa6QxpuUxFogFaKHCIZ5JiA7lb61_vceW8Ah-r9gISyR3e64SLq6Xvj3Ny1TBPluHJfab6zl9V485Venh5nAMfLIjvfA/s400/IMG_3573.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722034770711776082" /></a>Kindergartener's response to Lane Smith's book Grandpa Green.</div><div>If you haven't seen it, go give it a read at your nearby bookstore.</div><div>Mine left....my nearby bookstore that is.</div><div>I miss Borders every day.</div><div>This book will leave a little lump in your throat and cause you to think.</div><div>I probably got more out of it than my kinders,</div><div>but they had fun with the project.</div><div>I asked them to make a picture of an important life event using only green and texture.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wow.</div><div>Pretty talented little guy don't you think?</div><div>Many of the others had a sea of green.</div><div>His reminds me of Adam and Eve.</div><div>Too cute.</div><div><br /></div><div>I dowloaded 197 pics onto my desktop.</div><div>I don't like blogging on my desktop.</div><div>I have iPhoto on this little laptop.</div><div>I forget how to get them onto here too.</div><div>I'll ask Carl for help in a few hours.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm still wrestling with what to do when I grow up.</div><div>I wish I was subbing.</div><div>I'm "on call" constantly...but only was called when I was sick.</div><div>My brain is on creative overload.</div><div>1 million ideas, constantly.</div><div>It's a gene I was given.</div><div>I will never be bored in life.</div><div>I will never have enough hours in the day to do all my little brain dreams up.</div><div>I dream of projects, connections, events to host, and all kinds of things in between.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm making a dent in the disorganized chaos of six people.</div><div>Uff Da.</div><div>That's a Swedish expression.</div><div>I'm trying to find ways to support my family through their days.</div><div>Mark is now on our pastoral search committee.</div><div>I don't talk about religion or politics on here typically.</div><div>It's going to be a long process.</div><div>There will be lots of meetings.</div><div>There will be lots of time that he is away from the family.</div><div>There will be lots of stress.</div><div>I know because I was part of the last one.</div><div>I see the church having changed so much.</div><div>The big C and the little c.</div><div>It will be a long year or so.</div><div>I think the church has so much to wrestle with...the big C and the little c.</div><div>On that happy note,</div><div>I'm off to use my brain and wrestle with the technological challenges of this computer.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to share pictures of our work in progress home.</div><div>Snoopy is coming on Friday.</div><div>Huh?</div><div>Remember the red baron?</div><div>Coming soon to our living room.</div><div>That should be enough of a tease to bring you back.</div><div>-Julie</div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-9113365237915150762012-03-12T13:23:00.002-05:002012-03-12T13:35:49.312-05:00Lazy Lazy JulieNeeds to upload pics.<div>There are loads of pics on my camera and phone.</div><div>They are upstairs.</div><div>I am downstairs.</div><div>I'm really that lazy today.</div><div>Kind of.</div><div>I'm sitting in the corner of the playroom typing waiting for Izzy to fall asleep.</div><div>This is day 5 of her missing school.</div><div>Poor thing had the flu and pneumonia.</div><div>She wants me close.</div><div>I want her to fall asleep.</div><div>I'm bored and have plenty to say, so I'm sitting here in the corner blogging.</div><div><br /></div><div>Having her home sick has helped with missing school.</div><div>It's given me a purpose.</div><div>My little brain is still rolling with art ideas.</div><div>I guess I'll be making them with Izzy instead of the 400 kids I was teaching.</div><div>Sofi and Linnea don't like making stuff.</div><div>Carl's beyond making stuff with me.</div><div>So Izzy and I will be happily creating when she gets better.</div><div><br /></div><div>I dropped Sofi off at school this morning and the tears were flowing.</div><div>Mine, not hers.</div><div>After she left the car.</div><div>I really loved what I was doing.</div><div>The reading.</div><div>Then the art.</div><div>What an absolute blast I had.</div><div>The interaction with kids.</div><div>Planning of lessons.</div><div>Seeing the racks fill with their artwork each day.</div><div>Hard to have it all come to a screeching halt with the end of the second leave I was filling.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm hoping to do some day to day subbing once Izzy is better.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime there is loads to do here.</div><div>Laundry.</div><div>Cleaning.</div><div>More cleaning.</div><div>Painting.</div><div>Now that the living room is painted (woo hoo!) everything else looks a little dingy.</div><div><br /></div><div>She's finally asleep.</div><div>The purr of the vaporizer and the clicking of my keyboard did the trick.</div><div>Off to clean.</div><div>-Julie</div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-72439936862078390042012-02-26T14:17:00.002-06:002012-02-26T14:29:08.267-06:00Changing Things UpThis is what our living room looked like last week.<div>Now it's empty.</div><div>Drywall repair is done.</div><div>Looks like we never even had skylights.</div><div>Painter comes tomorrow.</div><div>WooHOO!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OWFEsg6Y_XqPMG58r_FOjM7XdTicDHNzmWLGcM8jODuDMGbFshHBgb_1RQJVGUm6wY_yBfeJ4drA-afm9Td2pnl3i6SM5MYNBSOveww7xCaRmQlwIzjiBG5fLBynThG7bFD_dEvHnqI/s1600/photo-6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OWFEsg6Y_XqPMG58r_FOjM7XdTicDHNzmWLGcM8jODuDMGbFshHBgb_1RQJVGUm6wY_yBfeJ4drA-afm9Td2pnl3i6SM5MYNBSOveww7xCaRmQlwIzjiBG5fLBynThG7bFD_dEvHnqI/s400/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713541310131346242" /></a><br /></div><div>The library and living room our both getting much needed facelifts.</div><div>In the meantime my head is spinning.</div><div>The possibilities are endless when I see empty rooms.</div><div>I've mentally rearranged all of the furniture we own.</div><div>I've measured spaces.</div><div>I've dreamed on Pinterest...aka land of the lost.</div><div>I could lose myself there in happy land for hours.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most of my dreams have been vetoed by Mark or the kids.</div><div>I looked at the pic above, and instantly thought a library on the far wall with a moving ladder would be fantastic.</div><div>Vetoed..</div><div>We have a library.</div><div>Not if we moved a wall and opened the kitchen.</div><div>I've mentally Mark's most despised piece of furniture (the chalkboard), into the dining room.</div><div>I've mentally moved the library bench into the kitchen and added a table from the basement.</div><div>I've mentally moved our buffet into the living room.</div><div>I've mentally moved about 10 pieces of furniture curbside.</div><div>I can dream right?</div><div>It's exhilarating and exhausting.</div><div>I have a big headache from the dust and the dreams.</div><div>My wheels never stop spinning when I see possibilities.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll post pics of the progress this week.</div><div>For structural reasons we won't be adding wood to the ceiling.</div><div>I'm nervous and excited about the paint color choices.</div><div>Once again I chose them and then opened the Pottery Barn catalog.</div><div>There they were.</div><div>Sigh.</div><div>-Julie</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. My adorable nephew Toren was born last Saturday. So cute and too far away! :(</div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-1505346732020636992012-02-18T21:15:00.002-06:002012-02-18T21:23:08.962-06:00WaitingJust sitting here waiting for the little guy in the pic to call me.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63kVzJloV6_10n3eDclMZyt31QFGtQq5BdRU8O4-unMRGVCuDaMBE12F6mtvZfGfVMKhEoFRFNLlhsLuBeg7mPjrYcxuo0P1mDuEOaV4Fp_7RQxAEHnM4MPPpl7gC6AP8zQFpg_QPDoU/s1600/photo-5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63kVzJloV6_10n3eDclMZyt31QFGtQq5BdRU8O4-unMRGVCuDaMBE12F6mtvZfGfVMKhEoFRFNLlhsLuBeg7mPjrYcxuo0P1mDuEOaV4Fp_7RQxAEHnM4MPPpl7gC6AP8zQFpg_QPDoU/s400/photo-5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710680254937596146" /></a>He's going to be a daddy for the first time. </div><div>He's my baby brother. </div><div>I'm going to be an aunt...for the sixth time.</div><div>I can't wait.</div><div>I'm giddy.</div><div>Totally stinks to be two time zones away.</div><div>I don't think I'll sleep tonight!</div><div>-Julie</div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-9205916368947750362012-02-16T21:33:00.002-06:002012-02-16T21:55:19.026-06:00Chips, Dip & a Mexico TripToday's random photo,<div>an attempt to win a radio contest trip....</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocB8CakRbdS5Kak8E_lBbvFBQUCKhtEj0f0wBkAxsomqqM-QSMFHMtT1PlLh9qm0Q9VXemNcPzZuVnF5MkOaxSuimukJxKyh5F6_34RHSRhPOejjrBS_dIx8nxWWNYMEk3DjjcWeoHR8/s1600/photo-4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocB8CakRbdS5Kak8E_lBbvFBQUCKhtEj0f0wBkAxsomqqM-QSMFHMtT1PlLh9qm0Q9VXemNcPzZuVnF5MkOaxSuimukJxKyh5F6_34RHSRhPOejjrBS_dIx8nxWWNYMEk3DjjcWeoHR8/s400/photo-4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709942835582942082" /></a>I had 7 minutes from hearing the contest announcement to post to the radio show.</div><div>I was en route from dropping Mark off at the train.</div><div>I didn't win, but Izzy & I had a good time making the "beach scene" together at 7:45 a.m.</div><div>The goal?</div><div>Post a pic of your bikini somewhere.</div><div>The winner was wearing her over her clothes while on the Metra train.</div><div>I guess I couldn't top that.</div><div><br /></div><div>My days are crazy, and I'm sure yours are too.</div><div>Adding humor keeps me sane.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I proofread a student's dreams & wishes for her artwork.</div><div>"I want testes. I want a man."</div><div>She meant tests and a mansion.</div><div>I had to ask for clarification.</div><div>Whoops.</div><div>So hard to keep a straight face sometimes.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have about fourteen days left in the art room.</div><div>Every day is a blur of paper, paint, spills, glue, pastels and fun.</div><div>I'm going to miss it.</div><div>A lot.</div><div>I love the planning, the prep, and interacting with the kids.</div><div>Today I taught my fifth graders how to enlarge their drawings,</div><div>brought the fourth graders to the computer lab for Sketch Up,</div><div>taught the third graders how to turn numbers into art,</div><div>helped the second graders finish their puppet shows & Chinese dragons,</div><div>made "sandwiches" with the first graders after reading The Sandwich Swap,</div><div>and taught another third grade class how to make Notans with scissors and paper.</div><div>Then I had my reading intervention group.</div><div>Between the second and the first grade I ran to Hobby Lobby over lunch for more supplies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Crazy, busy, busy day.</div><div>Home making meat loaf, baked potatoes, and playing with shrinky sinks with my girls. </div><div>Homework help, spelling practice, reading time.</div><div>I'm loving it all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Linnea asked me tonight what I've learned from my teaching experiences this year.</div><div>I've learned I've missed teaching, a ton.</div><div>I've learned I didn't need to be scared to try it again.</div><div>I've learned I love having a schedule during the day.</div><div>I've learned I want to find a position in the Fall.</div><div><br /></div><div>We'll see what the next six months bring.</div><div>The last six have been an incredible wild ride, and I'm so glad I've taken it.</div><div>-Julie</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-53082049215029047472012-01-15T21:24:00.003-06:002012-01-15T21:58:01.727-06:00Happy New YearI'm alive and well, <div>and hope to be back on here on a more regular basis.</div><div>Yikes it's been a busy school year!</div><div>I miss keeping up with my friends in blogland.</div><div>Please forgive me!<br /><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6DsCWBANV6pRr8X2O3jXdq5lwLdYLB-eUeYOVo3bc3NBfHj4PtV61sV12mu_YeLPjIafdB4EIsUKCpaauwf0R6Zz0SZac30zaXls1u55z-vYnSBj11_5XPkx9wY663GURR0EY5957GEI/s1600/photo-2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6DsCWBANV6pRr8X2O3jXdq5lwLdYLB-eUeYOVo3bc3NBfHj4PtV61sV12mu_YeLPjIafdB4EIsUKCpaauwf0R6Zz0SZac30zaXls1u55z-vYnSBj11_5XPkx9wY663GURR0EY5957GEI/s400/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698065759109778354" /></a>That's me in my new purchase that my son thinks is absolutely hideous.</div><div>Hmmm...I needed something to cover my ears with a whee bit of style, and at $7 the price was right.</div><div>Hey, at least he could find me on the sledding hill, right? ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>I've happily finished nine days of teaching art.</div><div>I'm filling in for a long-term paternity leave.</div><div>Thank you Deep Space Sparkle for your amazing blog and ideas...</div><div>Check out this awesome work by one of my first graders!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKWnxredr4B8Nrr5BdslTeAsJsXE73iWispVqPoQXYpVU-19u9xihR2JJRbEtZYPo1Nz_uY6MSzRCxbL1q_fg1qopCHkjjUTBa0eR5vB6P6m8xXTrdwb02-ZKKbP6eCo7dV1CDJf0U9w/s1600/photo-3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKWnxredr4B8Nrr5BdslTeAsJsXE73iWispVqPoQXYpVU-19u9xihR2JJRbEtZYPo1Nz_uY6MSzRCxbL1q_fg1qopCHkjjUTBa0eR5vB6P6m8xXTrdwb02-ZKKbP6eCo7dV1CDJf0U9w/s400/photo-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698065761924666418" /></a>I absolutely LOVE what I am doing.</div><div>I loved substituting for the reading specialist too.</div><div>Reading and Art are my two favorite subjects, so I feel so very lucky.</div><div>This job is completely one hundred and eighty degrees different.</div><div>I was becoming bogged down with the paperwork and meetings.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm dreaming in color again.</div><div>I love the creativity.</div><div>I love getting to know all the kids in the school.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>I have six or seven classes a day for forty minutes each.</div><div>Each day Sofi & Izzy come to school with me.</div><div>I start the day with a prep, then 5th, 4th, 3rd, 2nd, lunch, 1st, prep or Kindergarten, and another class, then a reading intervention for the last 25 minutes of the day.</div><div>I see sixteen classes- twice a week.</div><div>The classes have 20-27 kids.</div><div>A lot of faces and names to learn...I'm getting there.</div><div>Many projects are drying each day on the racks!</div><div><br /></div><div>Our first project was a little game of getting to know each other.</div><div>We made a monochromatic self portrait using pastels, markers, and colored pencils.</div><div>They shared what they love to do in art.</div><div>Isn't it fun?</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP959918sozbjZA_v_Q2ZeMBgWaMLrjMZQdRaD_OFG7M44XqOmnEdOk5nFCrQgjNkrdvWqRLnTO_1SJyogcpSzXENkd_gf4MACRHMmXgyb6tEmASYPdkoYUm93xAD3UBZdAQYd9YDNkMc/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP959918sozbjZA_v_Q2ZeMBgWaMLrjMZQdRaD_OFG7M44XqOmnEdOk5nFCrQgjNkrdvWqRLnTO_1SJyogcpSzXENkd_gf4MACRHMmXgyb6tEmASYPdkoYUm93xAD3UBZdAQYd9YDNkMc/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698065759953460658" /></a>Each little head is on a 4 x 6 inch card.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AmVFIPIMgR4bs4UcL-RzDomByrFVIz5POo4TC5L_4y-9StchWv0LuwFO4TZJNYvCh3Eed_eQ2emkub6LqDGnibk0jaKg_7rTzi42HOPOarazw06psENMe_twu6TMJWhNINbDPwkrsnw/s1600/photo-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AmVFIPIMgR4bs4UcL-RzDomByrFVIz5POo4TC5L_4y-9StchWv0LuwFO4TZJNYvCh3Eed_eQ2emkub6LqDGnibk0jaKg_7rTzi42HOPOarazw06psENMe_twu6TMJWhNINbDPwkrsnw/s400/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698065754947153394" /></a>Putting it together took a little bit of organization!</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>My mission this week is to sew up some fun aprons.</div><div>I love dressing up, and I return each day a bit of a mess.</div><div>Pastels on the face and paint on the sleeves has become my new accessories.</div><div>I'm happy to be doing what I love so close to home.</div><div><br /></div><div>Balancing the laundry, paperwork, meal planning and cleaning is still a little challenging...</div><div>but it was even when I wasn't working full time!</div><div>Cheers to a New Year!</div><div>-Julie</div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-52291752239370527682011-12-12T21:27:00.003-06:002011-12-12T21:40:51.829-06:00Find Our Home on the Newstand...We're in the January issue...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvJ6lst_RzrN5KZTTvUu5jND_uFI-fSIu4NjRhqw45YVZXEi6Fh0kngVPr6KV-WTzJa46GbFMhglhvmcbdo-STzKxLAleB1OnqLFgPW1bYHlzDsi566yhwlmkLSYfGo37bb1oaMasZII/s1600/C112cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvJ6lst_RzrN5KZTTvUu5jND_uFI-fSIu4NjRhqw45YVZXEi6Fh0kngVPr6KV-WTzJa46GbFMhglhvmcbdo-STzKxLAleB1OnqLFgPW1bYHlzDsi566yhwlmkLSYfGo37bb1oaMasZII/s400/C112cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685449470748435026" /></a>They were here in September,<div>and I was at school!</div><div>So not fair.</div><div>Mark worked from home...</div><div>truck was here with stylists & photographers from 9-3,</div><div>so the pics in here are new to me too! ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>I honestly couldn't find our living room,</div><div>or my bedroom,</div><div>or my dining room.</div><div>Izzy did!</div><div><br /></div><div>Our rooms are throughout the magazine...</div><div>They use products advertisers are selling, and staged them in our rooms...</div><div>the living room, kitchen, kid's bath, dining room, library, our master, outside, and my studio.</div><div>It's kind of a "Where's Waldo" game we've been playing as a family...</div><div>or "What in this picture is really in our home?"</div><div><br /></div><div>My neighbor walked through our home with magazine in hand and played the game.</div><div>It's pretty funny actually.</div><div>They were an amazing team.</div><div>Everything in our home was put back in order.</div><div>They mixed things up a bit, and it was fun to see what they put here and there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our home is nowhere near magazine worthy now.</div><div>The tree is up.</div><div>I'm sitting near it and tingly & itchy from head to toe.</div><div>Ears are clogged, and nose too.</div><div>I think this may be the last year for a live tree.</div><div>I hate allergies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway...an 8 foot ladder is propped nearby,</div><div>Just in case I get the urge to clean the rest of the ceiling.</div><div>80% of the ornaments are on the tree,</div><div>75% of the decorations are up...</div><div>and the irony is I'm not phased by it one bit.</div><div>I'll get to it,</div><div>sometime before a big party here on Friday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Four more days of school.</div><div>Four more days teaching reading.</div><div>Four more days with kids I've come to absolutely adore.</div><div>Four more days to tidy up the loose ends on this position,</div><div>Four more days to meet with the Art teacher during plan periods,</div><div>Five more days until a Nutcracker birthday party for Sofi...</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'm the big nut who hopefully won't crack while getting everything done!</div><div>Time to lose myself on Pinterest for a bit so I can forget it all....</div><div>-Julie</div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1672525877314222543.post-23030387191609946062011-12-05T21:08:00.003-06:002011-12-05T21:35:37.277-06:00It's A Wonderfully Full Full LifeMark & Carl asked why I wasn't blogging much these days...<div>I didn't think they even checked in here.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've probably used this pic before.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCWhV9eKmudSfue26IU_hMCWqvgiVHYVb_PR9tlpj743OFboEwXFBCWy4MSZMbVPF2kLGHnYrMSfeQJKsuq0Cgug041yYEJr8KR_BApbh34wiUBAMzaA_ImqloJ1QvDBMhCxBLheKGM0/s1600/IMG_2970.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCWhV9eKmudSfue26IU_hMCWqvgiVHYVb_PR9tlpj743OFboEwXFBCWy4MSZMbVPF2kLGHnYrMSfeQJKsuq0Cgug041yYEJr8KR_BApbh34wiUBAMzaA_ImqloJ1QvDBMhCxBLheKGM0/s400/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682847422431614146" /></a>I'm too lazy to get off the couch, take off my snuggy, and plug the cord into my camera.</div><div>Just being honest. </div><div>I am bone tired.</div><div>Full days and a ridiculous cold have zapped the life out of me.</div><div>Nine hours at school over the weekend finishing paperwork didn't help.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nine more days as a substitute reading specialist.</div><div>I'm going to miss these kiddos a ton.</div><div>I was feeling a little depressed about it ending actually.</div><div>Life threw a little curve ball last week, and I jumped up and caught it.</div><div>I was asked to cover another leave...from Jan. 3 into March.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll have minimal paper work.</div><div>I'll get to play with pastels, paint, paper, and pencils.</div><div>I'll get to dream again.</div><div>I'll get to plan mini history lessons.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to be the art teacher!</div><div>I've done a few happy dances this week in between sucking on lozenges.</div><div>I'll be in the same school, have a prep, and a room.</div><div>The girls can still come to school in the a.m., and leave with me in the afternoon.</div><div>I'm still pinching myself.</div><div>Two and a half block commute.</div><div>Reading, art, kids.</div><div>Three of my favorite things.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm the calmest I think I've ever been about Christmas.</div><div>No tree yet...we'll cut it down on Sat.</div><div>No cards...I have it picked, just need to place the order.</div><div>No decorations out...the bins are all in the dining room.</div><div>Stockings are hung.</div><div>Two or three little female elves took care of that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyone else have three girls?</div><div>Anyone else make it through the drama?</div><div>OH MY GOODNESS.</div><div>If it isn't one, it has to be the other, or the other.</div><div><br /></div><div>Plucking gray hairs,</div><div>Julie</div><div><br /></div>Julie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177257035529073223noreply@blogger.com3