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Forget what you know about bake sales -- the bake sale at the Julia Green School fall carnival is the big box store of bake sales.

Forget what you know about bake sales -- the bake sale at the Julia Green School fall carnival is the big box store of bake sales.

In hopes of rectifying the sticky problems of uttering words and phrases which may be deemed obscene, sexist, or otherwise downright distasteful (aka "lipstick on a pig"), here's a partial lists of words/phrases to be avoided for the next few political months:

let's run it up the flagpole

We had to go home last weekend for the wedding of one of Steve's favorite cousins, so we decided to wait and celebrate Elijah's first birthday a few days late, with our families. Our little guy was blessed to receive lots of love and generous gifts from doting grandparents/great-grandparents/great-aunts & uncles...and then he got his very first taste of chocolate.

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I’m learning a lot, watching the world through the experience of my very old grandmother. It’s true that every day is a gift, and you can learn something every day. But sometimes it’s hard to be grateful for that gift when the day brings pain, or loneliness or isolation. And things you learn, you might just as soon not know.

I’m writing this for inclusion in Shannon’s Works For Me Wednesday carnival.  (ManCode Violation #1: Participation in a themed mom blog event.)

Becky keeps a sinister folder.  It’s labeled “Party Ideas” but inside is nothing but evil clipped from magazines and printed from web sites. For me.

I simply can’t decide.

Since the cupcake fad has hit Middle Tennessee with a vengeance in the last couple of months, it was only a matter of time before I got pulled into this vortex of frosting covered sin.

Thanking God this week for...