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		<title>Reading</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 22:32:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thank you for your encouragement yesterday. The comments, emails, and messages I received from you letting me know that we&#8217;re all in this together were so helpful. I loved the suggestion to take up yoga. I want to! I will! What a great idea for centering and focusing my thoughts. I love to run and [...]<p></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for your encouragement yesterday. The comments, emails, and messages I received from you letting me know that we&#8217;re all in this together were so helpful. I loved the suggestion to take up yoga. I want to! I will! What a great idea for centering and focusing my thoughts. I love to run and I don&#8217;t think when I run. I am too busy counting my footsteps. Really, I do that. Talk about crazy.</p>
<p>Until I can find a yoga class I like (I wish I lived near <a href="http://dmoms.blogspot.com/">her</a> so I could take her class!), I&#8217;ve been reading. Finding moments of quiet to shut off my own head and listen to someone else&#8217;s. I love witty non-fiction from other flailing their way through life women who keep it real. It has made me laugh and cry this week to pick some of these books up again and to be encouraged. Throw in some fiction from other authors I adore and I am filled up.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/january%202010/DSC_2738.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p>Talk about not being focused though. Who reads 5 books at the same time? I do, that&#8217;s who. Maybe goal #1 for focusing my head and heart will be to pick and finish one. And when I have finished them all, I&#8217;d like to know&#8230;what are you reading? And what should I read next? Recommend away!</p>
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		<title>Because I Had Nothing Better To Do Today</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2010/01/04/because-i-had-nothing-better-to-do-today/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sent my 5 year old off to school (I stooped to a new low and drove her in my jammies), cleaned the kitchen, did the laundry, played trains with the little man, and found myself with some time to kill while he ate candy, ran around naked, and watched too much tv this afternoon. [...]<p></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I sent my 5 year old off to school (I stooped to a new low and drove her in my jammies), cleaned the kitchen, did the laundry, played trains with the little man, and found myself with some time to kill while he ate candy, ran around naked, and watched too much tv this afternoon. Super mom, I tell you what.</p>
<p>So, with all that spare time on my hands, I gave my blog a little makeover. If you&#8217;re using a reader I hope you&#8217;ll stop by to see it and maybe while you are here, say hi. It&#8217;s too quiet with my 5 year old maniac gone.</p>
<p>How&#8217;s your Monday going?</p>
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		<title>Randomly Festive</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/12/18/randomly-festive/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 01:55:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was so proud of myself when December rolled around and I had already started working on projects, checking things off my list, and trying my hardest to not be frazzled when there was a week left until Christmas. Here it is a week away and I am still throwing together projects, figuring out when [...]<p></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was so proud of myself when December rolled around and I had already started working on projects, checking things off my list, and trying my hardest to not be frazzled when there was a week left until Christmas. Here it is a week away and I am still throwing together projects, figuring out when I will wrap anything, and making plans for who is cooking what when next week. It seems that try as I might, there is always one more thing to be done and I can&#8217;t just sit still, listen to Christmas music and sip hot chocolate.</p>
<p>I was proud of myself to have made, ordered and sent my Christmas cards in a 24 hour period this week. There were lots of terrible outtakes.</p>
<p>not only is he picking his nose, he has red nail polish on</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0213-1.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0218.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0234-1.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Somehow we miraculously ended up with this<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/card.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">As the week went on, I spent time at various school events, helping kindergartners make gingerbread houses<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0473.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">and watching my son &#8220;perform&#8221; . This is while he was supposed to be singing and dancing. He sat and smiled very well.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0409-1.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Here are better pictures of the Christmas dress<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0329.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0325.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Today, it rained<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0501-1.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">So, I spent the afternoon inside trying to finish making gifts that need to be sent like yesterday.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0534.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">while I made photo tiles, my daughter made random ornaments with glittery scrapbook paper (as close as I will come to letting glitter enter my home) and rub ons.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0540.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And now, while my kids watch Frosty, I am going to pretend there is nothing left to do and sit and drink hot chocolate.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/december%202009/DSC_0542.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p>Aren&#8217;t I festive?</p>
<p>Adding to <a href="http://todayscreativeblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-your-craft-on_22.html">Get Your Craft On </a> at <a href="http://todayscreativeblog.blogspot.com">Today&#8217;s Creative Blog</a></p>
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		<title>Morning</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/12/10/morning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 11:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love mornings. It&#8217;s the time I get to myself, in the quiet, without a full day&#8217;s worth of events racing through my mind. A blank slate. A time to think about what lies ahead, what I want to accomplish. A time to center myself, and to prepare for the day mentally. I take care [...]<p></p>
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<p>I love mornings.  It&#8217;s the time I get to myself, in the quiet, without a full day&#8217;s worth of events racing through my mind. A blank slate. A time to think about what lies ahead, what I want to accomplish. A time to center myself, and to prepare for the day mentally.</p>
<p>I take care of lunches and lay out outfits at night so that when morning comes and I roll out of bed, I can sit quietly with my coffee and my thoughts.</p>
<p>Each time I get up for another cup of coffee, I can check on the kids who inevitably are in my bed, arms slung around each other, holding on in moments too sweet to capture in words or photo. I smile. I count my blessings. I ask for just a few more minutes of quiet and settle back down in my favorite chair and watch the world around me become lighter as the sun rises.</p>
<p>This time of year, I sit surrounded by white Christmas lights &#8211; strung across the french door, and gracing the pergola outside. I always say I love the white lights so much I want them to stay up all year. This year maybe I&#8217;ll actually do that. They are peaceful and so much better than a harsh overhead light at 6 a.m.</p>
<p>Slowly, I sneak through my bedroom and begin to get ready for the day. I love the times that I am fully dressed and they are still asleep. I climb into bed and snuggle with them. Wake them up in fits of giggles and welcome their headlock hugs.</p>
<p>Their day begins. Our day together begins.</p>
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		<title>A Thankful Home</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/11/25/a-thankful-home/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:36:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day until the official day of thanks.  I would love to be one of those people that is eternally grateful for each and every blessing during each and every day. I would love to cherish each moment as it passes, soaking it in, storing it in my memory of steel. But I don&#8217;t. Moments [...]<p></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One day until the official day of thanks.  I would love to be one of those people that is eternally grateful for each and every blessing during each and every day. I would love to cherish each moment as it passes, soaking it in, storing it in my memory of steel. But I don&#8217;t. Moments slip by, opportunities to be grateful escape unnoticed. But, I still consider myself a person who appreciates the many and abundant things around me. Even if I don&#8217;t stop and purposefully think about it each and every day and in each moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: left; ">I am thankful for days when I can sleep in. I am thankful for mornings that I am up early and can have quiet moments to myself. I am thankful for the ability to run. I am thankful for days off from running. I know my kids are not the most appreciative beings ever, but I am grateful that they say thank you when given something, from a gift to a meal. I am thankful that my family has a home, a paycheck or two and more than we need. I am thankful that my family and friends make each and every day more special. And even if my son is going to erase my chalkboard full of things that I am thankful for minutes after I write them, it doesn&#8217;t change that I am thankful. For all of it.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/november/DSC_8852.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">So pleased with himself, he is.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/november/DSC_8839.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p>I think if you asked him at that moment, he&#8217;d say he was thankful for paintbrushes used as erasers. And trains &#8211; just because.</p>
<p>One day until thanksgiving. If you need some inspiration, here you go:<br />
<a href="http://www.four-pillars.ca/2009/11/22/christmas-thanksgiving-table-decorations/">Thanksgiving Turkey Table Decorations</a><br />
<a href="http://lifeongrace.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-banner.html">Thanksgiving Banner</a><br />
<a href="http://www.incourage.me/2009/11/20-little-attitudes.html">20 Attitudes of Gratitude</a></p>
<p>Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy your day!</p>
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		<title>2 Years of Blogging</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/11/15/2-years-of-blogging/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For some reason, I had thought I started this little old blog on November 17th, 2007. As I started digging to write this post, I realized that I am not ahead by writing it early, but I missed it by a few days. November 11th, 2007 I started this blog. It seems like forever ago. [...]<p></p>
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<p>For some reason, I had thought I started this little old blog on November 17th, 2007. As I started digging to write this post, I realized that I am not ahead by writing it early, but I missed it by a few days. November 11th, 2007 I started this blog. It seems like forever ago. Many themes, many directions ago, here I am. This blog has definitely evolved over time, been remodeled if you will, along with me, my home, my life and my passions. I thank you so much for being here, for those that have been here since nearly the beginning and for those that will find me for the first time today. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that more than 2,000 people would be part of this blog. I don&#8217;t know who most of you are, but I am thankful for all of you. For the comments, the emails, the support, and for being here to make it fun.</p>
<p>Going backwards, the top posts ever on this blog are:</p>
<ol>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2008/05/30/do-kids-a-favor-by-saying-no/">Do Your Kids a Favor By Saying No</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/01/30/cottage-style-bathrooms/">Cottage Style Bathrooms</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2008/10/01/diy-projects-to-save-money-at-home/">DIY Projects to Save Money at Home</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/01/04/photo-tiles/">Photo Tiles</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/03/19/good-enough/">Good Enough</a></li>
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<p>Google and I don&#8217;t always agree on my best posts though, so here are a few not on this list and nowhere near the most popular, but are ones I personally like (and trust me, this is hard. Usually I don&#8217;t like anything I wrote more than a few weeks ago).</p>
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<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/09/08/finding-comfort/">Finding Comfort</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/04/19/on-purpose/">On Purpose</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2008/03/28/let-it-be/">Let It Be</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/03/24/letting-go-of-perfection/">Letting Go of Perfection</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/08/23/embracing-this-imperfect-home/">Embracing This Imperfect Home</a></li>
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<p>Many wonderful people have linked to this blog, sharing it with friends and readers on blogs, twitter, and facebook and it means so much to me.</p>
<p>The top referrers have been:</p>
<ol>
<li><a href="http://www.theinspiredroom.net">The Inspired Room</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.nestingplacenc.blogspot.com">Nesting Place</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.simplemom.net">Simple Mom</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.smallnotebook.org">Small Notebook</a></li>
<li><a href="http://onsimplicity.net">On Simplicity</a></li>
</ol>
<p>Last but not least, some wonderful women were sweet enough to let me blog crash and guest post for them, messing up their blogs and leaving them worse than I found them. The most recent of those are:</p>
<ol>
<li><a href="http://www.livinglocurto.com/2009/11/easy-diy-wall-art-for-kids/">Easy DIY Wall Art For Kids</a> at Living Locurto</li>
<li><a href="http://smallnotebook.org/2009/05/01/live-simply-by-staying-true-to-yourself/">Live Simply By Staying True To Yourself</a> at Small Notebook</li>
<li><a href="http://www.mrsmicah.com/2009/08/17/find-contentment-so-you-can-find-financial-peace/">Find Contentment So You Can Find Financial Peace</a> at Finance For a Freelance Life</li>
<li><a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-your-home-beautiful-to-you-guest.html">Make Your Home Beautiful To You </a> at Nesting Place</li>
<li><a href="http://theinspiredroom.net/2009/01/28/perfectly-imperfect/">Perfectly Imperfect</a> at The Inspired Room</li>
</ol>
<p>There is so much more I could put here as a roundup of the past two years. I don&#8217;t want to bore you to pieces though. Suffice to say, thank you. For the inspiration, encouragement, friendships and fun. Life in this little fixer upper house and this simple little life wouldn&#8217;t be nearly as fun without this blog to keep me sane <img src='http://www.remodelingthislife.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>Enjoying Autumn</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/11/13/enjoying-autumn/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 18:10:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I woke up today determined to get to the bottom of my baskets of clean laundry, have everything folded and put in their places and to have a tidy house by the time I start making pizza for dinner tonight. It is 1 p.m. and I have done none of that. I can fold laundry [...]<p></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I woke up today determined to get to the bottom of my baskets of clean laundry, have everything folded and put in their places and to have a tidy house by the time I start making pizza for dinner tonight. It is 1 p.m. and I have done none of that. I can fold laundry while the boy naps or while everyone sleeps tonight. I can&#8217;t enjoy a sunny autumn morning when everyone is sleeping tonight. So, I ditched the mental list of what needed to be done and took my little man for a walk down a path in the woods.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/november/DSC_8415.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He was scared of the winding path and the noises of nature, so he stuck close to my leg<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/november/DSC_8361.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Then was brave enough to step away from my leg but still wanted to hold my hand, and was a little unsure.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/november/DSC_8374.jpg" alt="" /><br />
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/november/DSC_8375.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He finally let go and chose a leaf to carry<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/november/DSC_8365-1.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He loved when we came to forks in the path so he got to choose which way we&#8217;d go<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/november/DSC_8424.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">There will always be laundry. I won&#8217;t always have chances to hold my son&#8217;s hand while we walk, then watch him choose to let go to show me the way.</p>
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		<title>With Butterfly Wings</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/11/03/with-butterfly-wings/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:06:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was a butterfly for Halloween. A beautiful monarch butterfly. The rush from the holiday has worn off, but she still asked if she could put her wings on for bed tonight. &#8220;So I can fly with butterfly wings in my dreams.&#8221; She curled her long body into my arms and asked me to tell [...]<p></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She was a butterfly for Halloween. A beautiful monarch butterfly. The rush from the holiday has worn off, but she still asked if she could put her wings on for bed tonight.</p>
<p>&#8220;So I can fly with butterfly wings in my dreams.&#8221;</p>
<p>She curled her long body into my arms and asked me to tell her a story about her and a butterfly. I started sentences, she ended them.  I am a terrible story teller so it was boring and choppy but I made it fun by starting sentences and letting her finish them. The butterfly landed on her nose.</p>
<p>Afternoons and evenings at home can be quite the challenge, trying to combine what needs to be done with what she wants to do &#8211; be a kid.  She talks a lot, bounces a lot, has a lot of energy. A lot of days end with frustration.</p>
<p>Not today. This day ended with understanding a little girl&#8217;s desire to fly free in butterfly wings.</p>
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<p>Blogged for <a href="http://www.chattingatthesky.com/2009/11/03/incouraged-and-unwrapped/">Tuesdays Unwrapped</a> at <a href="http://chattingatthesky.com">Chatting at the Sky</a>.</p>
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		<title>A Special Day</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/11/01/a-special-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:13:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Surrounded by the people I love helping me celebrate being firmly entrenched in my thirties, Friday was fabulous. Thank you for the birthday wishes! The kids were off school. We went to a costume party. We ate a lot of cake with friends. My mom took me to lunch and out shopping for new sheets. [...]<p></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Surrounded by the people I love helping me celebrate being firmly entrenched in my thirties, Friday was fabulous. Thank you for the birthday wishes!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The kids were off school. We went to a costume party. We ate a lot of cake with friends. My mom took me to lunch and out shopping for new sheets. I guess I am getting old and practical when that&#8217;s all I can think of when she asks what I want for my birthday.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/ptl/DSC_8011.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The kids helped me make and frost a lot of cake<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/october/DSC_7729-1.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Flowers from a friend<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/ptl/DSC_8004.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A cookbook (who am I kidding &#8211; THE cookbook!) and a photo book (my sister-in-law dug through 4 years of photos on my family blog, saved them to her computer, uploaded them to shutterfly and printed me a book. Talk about an awesome gift!!)<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/ptl/DSC_7995.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/ptl/DSC_8003.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/ptl/DSC_7999.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A <a href="http://lisaleonardonline.com">Lisa Leonard necklace</a> that I got for myself. <img src='http://www.remodelingthislife.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/ptl/DSC_7457.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">And dinner on the water with people I love<br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/emlovesdrew/ptl/DSC_7807.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p>Things that make my heart smile, make my home more cozy, and are part of making more beautiful memories.</p>
<p>I hope you are having a fabulous weekend!</p>
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		<title>Thirty One</title>
		<link>http://www.remodelingthislife.com/2009/10/30/thirty-one/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 11:07:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today, I am 31. 31 things I am grateful for. Hot coffee, sleeping kids, silence. Running shoes, jogging stroller,  cooler morning air. Cake, lots of cake.  Family, friends, phone calls.  Comfort, inspiration, nature, laughter. Curly hair, my favorite jeans, flip flops. Criticism so I know how to do better. Compliments for encouragement.  Fruit in my [...]<p></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today, I am 31.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">31 things I am grateful for. Hot coffee, sleeping kids, silence. Running shoes, jogging stroller,  cooler morning air. Cake, lots of cake.  Family, friends, phone calls.  Comfort, inspiration, nature, laughter. Curly hair, my favorite jeans, flip flops. Criticism so I know how to do better. Compliments for encouragement.  Fruit in my yard. A beach to walk on. A clean kitchen and a messy living room reflecting that we *live* here. Time to read a good deep book or a light magazine. My amazing hubby. Quiet. Calm. Chaos. Noise.  Color.  You.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I hope you feel special today and find the time and space to reflect on all that is around to be grateful for.</p>
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