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	<description>being real, being true, being love</description>
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		<title>SWICKED!</title>
		<description>Recently, Facebook was praised for the inspiration of a new word: "defriend" or "unfriend".  
Please.
If Webster is desperate for new words, he is welcome around my dinner table anytime.
For example:
When we went night sledding, after our big once a year Virginia snow, my 8 year old put 'Awesome' and ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=202</link>
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		<title>Letting Go</title>
		<description>"The world is won by those who let it go."  -Lao Tzu

As I ponder this quote, I begin to reflect the many things I have had to let go in my own little world.
One such thing is death.  Death is inevitable and I've had to let go of ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=199</link>
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		<title>Woody at Large</title>
		<description>The one thing I love about homeschooling is being able to overhear and watch my boys play together.  
For example, Toy Story 3 is coming soon and my 6 year old is in LOVE with Buzz and Woody.

Currently, Woody, in a Godzilla-esque manner, is stomping and fighting my 8 ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=196</link>
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		<title>This so called Fantasy Life</title>
		<description>I think it's an escape. 
 A mental escape from the stresses of my life, but I know, since I was a little girl, that I live in fantasies.  
I blame the Raggedy Ann and Andy movie into making me believe that my dolls came to life.  
It, ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=191</link>
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		<title>King Kong and Hot Potato</title>
		<description>The stiffness in my neck wasn't the only thing that made me realize I was wide awake and not going back to sleep at 3am.
There, in my weary haze, I saw the vision of my very tall and lanky 6 year old son.
He had managed to nestle his way between ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=186</link>
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		<title>The Whistle Stops</title>
		<description>Every year, since my oldest son, Iain, was 2 years old, we would go to a little cafe called the Whistle Stop for birthdays and special family occasions.
It was a little 'hole-in-the-wall' place with great food,  nestled in the mountains.
The charm of this restaurant, especially if you have boys, ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=178</link>
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		<title>R.I.P Drowned Dot</title>
		<description>Another conversation in the backseat of my car:

Liam:
"Hey mommy, did you know that in 100 years, I'm going to be a teenager and you'll be an old lady!"

Iain:
"Hey Liam, you know that there are teenagers who don't know how to swim?"

Liam:
"Huh?  I even know how to swim!"

Iain:
"Yeah, last year, ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=173</link>
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		<title>re-invention</title>
		<description>I am on a journey of living the life I have always dreamed!!!

I guess you could say it's my 'bucket list'.

I'm only 36, but I do have cancer and qualify for all of the things the government gives old people, so....yeah....I have a 'bucket list'!

I am 'RE'...I love that little ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=163</link>
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		<title>Oh&#8230;Yoga!</title>
		<description>If you know me,  you know I'm not a morning person.

In fact, I'm pretty sure that is the reason I homeschool, so I don't have to wake at the crack of dawn to get my kids fed, dressed and on a bus!

But I will tell you, that for Yoga, I ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=156</link>
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		<title>Road Kill</title>
		<description>

Walking to the car one sunny afternoon, the kids and I spotted a very dead and squished squirrel on the road.  After closer inspection, of course, this is the conversation that followed:

Liam:

"Flies eat poop and they're eating that dead squirrel."

Iain:

"Yeah, who would want to eat a dead thing?"

Liam:

"Who would want ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.krysti.net/?p=136</link>
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