Time for Privacy

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Can you tell I've been playing with my photo software? these are my two violas and Rachels. hers is the really dark one. can you tell who is the worst at cleaning off rosin? Yes, that'd be mine on the far right. Sad really.

Sorry to do this to everyone, but I'm sick of my family reading my blog. Mainly my brother and sister who critisize me afterwards. I feel like this is private place where I can write to friends who don't judge and I can rant about my life. So, I'm setting this blog to private and you have to log in. If you check the "remember me" box when you log in, it redirects you to the blog without having to type anything in after the first time. Toni & Joe are already on here. Tony and Michelle still need to accept my email to read.

If there are any lurkers (I highly doubt it) who would still like to read my blog, shoot me an email and I'll add you. (beckydoodledoo at hotmail dot com) I am fine with strangers reading about my life, just not my family.

I will leave the blog public for about a week and then switch over to being private. Thanks!

Actually, I'll be up for a while, might as well update while I'm at it.

All week I've been working in the garden, weeding and planting bulbs like mad. I even have the beginning of a tan!! (like I ever need one really) Today I woke up to the rumblings of a windy hail storm attacking my newly planted seeds. Plus all my tools were out getting ready to rust to death. So I throw on a coat and rain boots, book it out back and rush around the yard putting everything in the shed to save it from getting wet. Covered up all the buckets of weeds so they wouldn't fill with water, put a tarp on all my baby plants, all while getting covered in mud and soaked by the rain. Finally everything was away, and I ran to the house. Surprise surprise, it completely stops raining the second I close the door. Not only did it stop, but the clouds dissapeared and the sun came out full force. I decided to take a day off of gardening anyway and cook. Stupid rain. or lack of anyway.

I made cheesy biscuits with butter and white peppered gravy. Yummers. My mom and I also planned our St. Patrick's day family dinner. It's tradition to have a New England boiled dinner. My mom splurges and gets the best cut of roast beef usually costing about $25 for a single rump. Insanely high price, but SO good. Plus this year will be Lema's first St Patrick's day celebration. And, my mom (yes, she spoils me she does) found a shamrock cookie cutter for me to add to my collection, so I'll be making my ever popular holiday themed sugar cookies. I can't believe March is almost half over!

Ace has the most peculiar way of sleeping. Any time past 10pm you can find him on my bed, on my pillows, on his back, and drooling. Usually with his tongue hanging out. Some days I swear he's dead and I have to check for a pulse. He doesn't move when he sleeps. Not even when he breathes. Nothing. Zombie corpse dog. In fact, I'll take a picture and stick it on here just to give you an idea.

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Hilarious because he's even sticking his tongue out tonight.

You must admit though, it's cool he matches my bedding. How many people can say that about their dog?

And yes, the clock on my night stand is correct, I'm blogging at 2am. Seems to be the best time for my blogging. It works for me.

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Oh, I took this other picture today too. Ace realized he could see Bruno our neighbor's dog from
my window. So he decided to get a closer look by jumping 3 1/2 ft into my windowsill. I have weird dog eh?

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Well, getting tired now. Anyone else way excited Michelle is moving back to the land of cool people? I'm stoked.

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Night!

Bec