Monthly Archives:August 2006

hahahahaha!

August 31st, 2006 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 4 Comments »

So. I couldn’t get the stupid template to fix, right? It was driving me inSANE! So I kept working, and finally just redid a new one, and it’s all soft and nice and pretty and JUST as i was uploading the last change?

I figured out WHY the old one was broken. Hahahaha.

So now Nana Moosie has two choices of working templates, this new one, and the old one and tada everything works and damn aren’t I fabulous? Yeah, I know. Heh.

Enjoy, mama! Told ya I’d have everything fixed by the time you got back! 8)

While da moose is away…

August 28th, 2006 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 3 Comments »

… the Daughter will play.

While Moosie is down melting in Nashville, I’ll be switching kenaiwriter.net in it’s entirety to the new server. So, if it goes down for a bit – don’t panic, it should be all up and running smoothly again by friday.

Unless I break the new server. again. *shining grin*

I’ll update here when it’s all said and done.

da babies >..<

August 27th, 2006 / Categories: Alaska, Family / 1 Comment »

ladybuggroupwwww – look at them – they were having a grand time. It was a Ladybug Picnic. (come on you know the reference . . . 1 2 3 – 4 5 6 – 7 8 9 – 10 11 12 ladybugs at the ladybug picnic.) Way too much fun – living in Alaskan and making our own fun.

btw – picture is credited to M Scott Moon – Peninsula Clarion photographer.

When loved ones hurt

August 26th, 2006 / Categories: Family / Comments Closed

It’s hard to see it – harder to know what to say – and hardest to let them do the hurting they need to do in the way they need to do it.

Love you, Lessa

We will be remembered by our deeds

August 21st, 2006 / Categories: inspiration / Comments Closed

sometimes you just have to pass them on:

Babs Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr.Miller and the ragged boy next to me.

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