tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50756396372620156252012-01-02T21:56:14.884-07:00A year in the life of... well... mealw_ayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933113574460174714noreply@blogger.comBlogger2641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075639637262015625.post-16581562346241017672012-01-02T20:46:00.001-07:002012-01-02T20:46:10.342-07:00

http://threesixtysix2012.blogspot.com/

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3sixtyfive2010.blogspot.com/some lugnut stole my threesixtyfive2010 (a continuation of threesixtyfive2009) so I reserved all the threesixtyfive/six until 2020. Heh heh. Hey, I was ticked.Merry New Season Happy Greeting Year Christmas Holiday Things!-A

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He goes away andI stay to waitand we are getting better atour brief times apartbut only in theoryin practiceitsucks________My daughter's science photo for the day, auto

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Found it!A way to get pumpkin number one to do her school work without me standing over her shoulder.She even said she liked it!and there were glaciersand finger paintsand violin practiceand trail mixand she still has plenty to do tomorrow

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moved about a million things aroundandI call that cleanmaybe one dayI'll get past organization andactually clean something

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We went downtown to where his pieces were on displayand walked by all the cars that were on displayI'm selling my carand the other car(and throwing a third in with the first)and I think I am going to buy that car that was in the show todayohit will be the oldest yet1949I'm going to buy it.mine

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I didn't take a pictureI didn't turn on the computerI didn't do something every dayI still think I am a firm believer that time off is more important than time onIt's a writer's input timeI definitely put in my time on fridayJust not hereand not for thisand not for youeverything is not about you

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Todaylazy daywore my new shirt todaysomething about my new shirtI'm a dorknew levels of dorkness achieved every day

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She read the storyinstead of telling me oneand that was the success of the dayAfter so many days on the taskso many weeksshe read the story

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Tomorrow the artist is offering up his work to the god of salesLet's hope all goes wellMy contribution: Finding spoons.

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Today was the one day I spend findingthings for free across the countryto teach withor to make stuff fromor to ease my life--like shelving--it's my version of shopping.I don't buy stuff.I get everything I need via some other method.WellSometimes I buy stuff.Because sometimesa) stuff isn't freeb) stuff is worth it. Like art.Also, I hope my tomatoes don't freeze.

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It's that daythat day where you don't want to tick me offsaykick me out of my library room because you are twenty-five minutes late to an event you didn't post a reservation for on the door of said roomwhen I only ask for five more minutesNot cool.I'm likely to get myself my own personal post onpassiveaggressivenotes.comof courseI'm going to call first, and talk to public relationsdon't offer a

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what thendo I do with the moments I have left in a minute where I've used more than half being unhappy or displeased or angrywhere I finish crying and there's this moment where there is not what made me over-react nor is there anything that makes me act rational, just this in-between non-experiential momentwhat do I do with thoseas I sit and realize that I'm done with what I had been doing but

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wrote some today, an episode that happened a while ago and has been stewing for some timeenjoyed my first day of "living with a closet." It's been quite some time since I've had a real closetThis one is the bestthe most functionalthe most comfortableand it was finished yesterday by my resident fixer-upper, via my design and about a million friends' opinions swept inSince march I've been

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No one will remember why I keep the things I keepbecause I don't tell their storiesso their stories aren't sharedand the reason they're valuable to meis not a reason any could figureso I thought a bit of a photo album of where and who loved the things I have before I had thembecause that's why I have them in the first placehistory

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happy mommy day to me! went to the park. bummer they haven't repaired the ropes I complained about months ago and they'd said they'd fixed. here's the pic I'm sending them tomorrow so they can actually fix it.

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in one moment,one small momentI became a motherGold necklace from my grandmother on my mom's sideButterfly from her great-grandmother on her dad's mom's sideFingernail polish from nowhere in particularA flower from last year's birthdayAnd a dress from momShe is made of everything that was before herand she is unique because she is the only one like her.__________photo cropped from auto+flash

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I was asked tonightif I ever got tired of being the only sober one in the groupand I had to answerthat all I had to do was look around to remember I was totally and completely happy to still be soberdrunken lecturesconversations in worlds I don't care aboutin words I don't care to hearand with words they don't hear at allAnd all I want to do is enjoy myself, even if the company is alternately

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My literal piles, as opposed to the figurative ones I mentioned the other day,have been moved and sorted again. In the processI found several bits of my jewelry.I have very little jewelry--and furthermore never wear any, even a wedding ring--so it was quite a surprise to find them in the pile.My bracelet from my sisterA hat pin from my grandmother-in-law's inheritanceA butterfly hair clip from

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Swift and true flew my lesson todayaddressing the most basic of issues without so much as a hint that she might be learning somethingThe knitting needed cut down to size, by half in fact,and the scones from yesterday were freeThe jokes were funnythe mail line was long--twice--and the shirt made me seven minutes lateand it was just a daylike any other day

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It's a relationship that includes a fair amount of exchangelike zippers and a car seat and a repaired sweaterfor a broken lamp that works and some fresh eggs and one of the twins to holdor lessons for lessons, which isn't as equal as it sounds but we make it workor coffee for companywhich is how most relationships seem to gocoffee for companybut I like a piece of the London bridge in exchange for

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everything in my life is in fluxin between later and now is a pile that needs to be done and by the time I get thereby that time there will be another pile because all they do is shiftshape shiftcategory shiftpurpose shiftit's not that there's a lot around that I don't needit's that there's not enough around of what I do needand to construct what I need takes timeand my time is perpetually

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Hey everybody,some days I get leftjust sitting around, being around,then everyone walks away one by one until I'm all aloneand stuck, usually, stuck watching my own kids and sometimes theirs too,while everyone is off being social with the adults.I'm never quite sure where the line between being a mom and being a babysitter gets crossed,but I thinks it's somewhere perpendicular towhen others

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Arose to scout for missing personal belonging lost by the side of the road two hours awayFound said itemDropped by to enter an alert on the delivery of second lost personal belonging to an empty buildingAnd found someone thereMissed lunch with friendsBut they were open for the afternoon so we went over anywayExpected the arrival of long-time-no-see friendsWhich ended up being unexpected until

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to sleep, perchance to dreambut all the dreams were militant and bitter like the last words spoken before bed in a state of mind that precludes the rule of not going to bed angryand all the bitterness awoke in the darkness with a head full of clouds and a struggle for sleepimmunities start weak, especially against militant wordsand waking with the sun is too soon or too late because you can't

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The sun rose and waved at the earth in shades of yellow and shades of greyThe sun rose and colored the earth in skies of tarnished goldThe sun rose and warmed the earth with shadows and yellow spotsThe sun rose and baked the earth and dried the tongueThe sun rose and teased the skin that walked below with dark stings and sharp reflectionsand there were peaches and the peaches were unwanted except

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being that intelligent life begets intelligent life--or so I would like to think, as such implies I am intelligent lifebased on the idea I have been given intelligent life to foster--being thatI think there is a level at which I think I am outranked by the subsequent generation of intelligent life.Who else will make me lunch?or wear a fancy dress up costume all day instead of clothesand wander

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I have rested my mind and my responsibilities.I have given my thoughts to other endeavors, and friendships.I have accomplished, and traveled, and wandered.I have contemplated and discussed and left thoughts by the way-side.I have rested, and I have remembered.I have been frayed.I have been together.I have been missing. I have lost my mind.I have recovered. I have rested. I have asked for help.I

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This post was to be based on flickr group Money From Around the World

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This post was to be based on the blog National Parks Traveller

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This post was to be based on the blog WebUrbanist

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For the FishesA not-yet-stuffed fish and, what, fish food?For Original Blog Why Would You Knit That?______________________________________________________Unfortunately, this blog hasn't posted in going on a year. Boo hoo. But I loved the oddities it has posted, especially the dissected lab animals. Yay! weird!Also, I know the host site usually links to a pattern but there is none. I made it all

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If this is what they advertise out frontI wonder what goes on in the back roomFor Original Blog Unfortunate Names________________________________I drove by this sign twice more since I took the photo, and hours later I still don't have anything funny to say. The original blog says something funny in 2 parts, a title and a text line. Got any ideas? This one was my husband's.Photo: auto, zoom,

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Review: Dark Chocolate Dreams Peanut ButterHaving been in love with chocolate and peanut butter combinations since puberty-- particularly a treat wrapped in a noisy orange wrapper with classy little individual cup-cake like papers inside, a treat that I, with a wardrobe of few prominent product-names, own a glaring t-shirt of enviable and mouthwatering recognition--having been a fan of the combo,

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A uniquely Colorado dinner: Olathe Sweet Corn grilled in the husk and Colorado-grown tomato and pepper.Flash, indoor setting, about 24x zoom from across the room to combat the flash glare.For Original Blog Colorado!__________________________________This should be my last Flickr group contribution, unless I have another incredibly uneventful day and need to take my very last backup-easy-Flickr

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The Bob Dylan ExperienceCredit: AHFor Original Blog Sleeveface_______________________________________A) Yes, that is me.B) Yes, I own a "Brown Mickey Mouse" jacket.C) That guitar strap is my daughters and DOES NOT FIT. I pinned it on the jacket.D) Yes, those are Oreos.E) Yes, I did this photo all by myself. It took 13 shots for composition before I put on the jacket, and 10 after.F) Yes, this is

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Mismatched Mardi GrasI went to Goodwill today to find a few things for my son's room's organizational makeover. The kids were over-willing to find ugly things for me to photograph today. I found something most terrible, though.Festive Mask mounted to Country-Heart-Bordered Mirror.Show your goods for beads by unbuttoning your gingham dress, I guess.Not to be overlooked, there are real dried

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An International Call For Action......Federal Government:"Our environment is literally choking on plastic bags." Jim Moran (D-VA 8).Newsletter on government's involvement + political discussion on role of government + A pair of scissors in the hands of a crafter/writer= Ransom Poem of the Day, on a knit plastic grocery sack reusable grocery bag.For Original Blog Protests, Political Art, Democracy

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Knitted Coin PurseI've enjoyed a lot of use and attention from my recycled grocery sack bag that I knit a couple of years ago, and I've wanted to make a bag from magnetic tape for a while. I've had these movies stashed for ages and couldn't wait to turn them into a carrying vessel. I discovered aluminum needles are better than bamboo for knitting the vinyl magnetic strip. I also learned there's a

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All His FaultThe guy who built the engine signed it.Now we know exactly who to blame if anything goes wrong.Of course, we also know who to thank when it lasts fifty years running perfectly.An engine, is, of course, a piece of art.Auto+Flash+ZoomFor Original Blog Write me____________________________It was a long day, leaving Utah before breakfast and stopping at the house with just enough time to

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Four Headless Couch PotatoesPortrait of the family as composed by the shorter photographers. submitted by Auto+Flash+10seconddelay+short stoolFor Original Blog Awkward Family Photos_______________________________This was a relatively difficult blog to copycat because all the posts there carry their anonymity through lack of context, and here on my blog I need my anonymity to be a bit broader. I

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I don't feel well today so I'm doing my own blog, funny, isn't it? Here's today's picture. My daughter took it as practice for her photo contest, or maybe as an entry. We won't know until later. Macro Auto no flash Display (she says)

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Design FailShe's trying to die an honorable death by having her veins ripped from her arm. Come, my falcon!Picture By: Indoor+Flash+12x zoomFor Original Blog FailBlog________________________This is not the blog I had planned on today, and we got home after a long (FUN!) day and I looked back at my pictures and had gotten lucky at dinner with this one. I didn't think of taking a picture of it

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12 Repurposing Ideas in the ShopOwning a business is tricky and making things work with the resources on hand instead of buying a solution to a problem is sometimes the only way to hold on to the business advantage. It also allows for spontaneity: problems can be solved as quickly as they arise. Practical applications of things that already come in through the doors keep many out of the trash,

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Skulls are Crunchy and Good with KetchupArtist A.H. contributes Dragon, with a side of Skull."It is a moment of insignificance, and a reminder that even humanity has a predator. All that is left is something that vaguely reminds us of ourselves. Done in charcoal, pastel, oils: remnants of life in themselves."[Insert someone else's assessment of my work. Your assessment, if you'd like.]For

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Toss it into My Scrap BagIn an entire store geared toward selling you fabric and fabric accessories, why would something that looks like leftovers pass for an example completed project? Maybe the idea that hibiscus and bamboo handles should occupy the same bag crossed someone's mind as they were in the design stage, or maybe they just took some remnants with a similar color scheme and put it

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Serving SuggestionUse in place of fresh ginger in equal amountsdressings, stir-fly dishes, curries, sauces, or when a fresh gingerSubmitted by: Auto via Macro-FlashFor Original Blog Engrish Funny_____________________________Today's post writing sucked.I did not know what I was doing until ten o'clock this evening. Not going to happen again.I made a list of all the blog ideas I had accumulated and

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Cooking with Kids: Grandpa's PicklesWe've always wanted to try Grandpa George's Pickle recipe because we know how many pickles get eaten in this house, and it's remembered how good the pickles are. We took a trip to the farm produce stand and harvested some fresh dill and pickling cucumbers from their available selection.An old family recipe with the kids is a great way to carry on tradition.

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Contents of One and a Half Gallons of GazpachoContents of One and a Half Gallons of GazpachoGraph by: stand on stool+auto-flash+iridescent lighting via mathwarehouseFor Original Blog GraphJam____________________________________Juice of L.. is Juice of Limes.The number preceding the ingredient is in CupsContents of Other:GarlicRed VinegarGrapeseed OilI haven't eaten it yet, but I'm sure it's

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My Finger Doesn't Bend That WayImage Credit: Photographer's rig, Auto, with flashRube Goldbergian Solutions car, baling twine, handle, brokenFor original blog There, I Fixed It.________________________________Today's blog does not do text, so I get to write about the blog as opposed to write like it.I have been following There, I Fixed It for about a month. I've enjoyed the random nature of some

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It's interesting to take pictures of the kids as they grow. It's interesting to be able to see them do tasks they couldn't do before. It's interesting to study their drawings and how their perception has changed. But I think a simple nostalgic way to keep a memory of the kids as they grow is to look at the clothes they once wore. Once, they were small enough to fit in these shoes. Once they were

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Everything that is to come to me, whether it is freedom, health, family, even salvation, all of this is something I work for, make an effort towards. You can't make me anything. My choices lead me.I sat on a curb today having walked the length of the Farmer's Market and picked up a jar of honey, eaten local chicken, and sipped a limeade. The topic of conversation was that there was something

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You know, L 7, following the rules, traditional, part of the machine, earning an honest living. Me. A peg, a cog. The contrast hits me hard today as I leave the beauty and time-free world of the open desert in a schedule tight to get back home to go to work, to deposit money to pay the bills, to buy the food to make the dinner. Chunk chunk churn churn take the job make the money earn earn burn

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I am going to house sit. Today we went for the grand tour. Instead, we got to help protect the house from a desert wildfire. The wind picked up. The columns of smoke poured into the painted sky as the clouds overhead teased with rain and the sun went down. The whole northwestern horizon was shrouded with grey smoke. A scouting helicopter flew over the vast, empty desert to assess. Empty except us

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I tend to love Mondays, if for no other reason than to annoy people with my Monday Optimism. Today, however, was just a day that asked a lot of me. I taught and I usually don't teach on Mondays. I work late, got to Tai Chi late. I ate late. I worked school stuff with my daughter, organized a trip out of town, then canceled it in favor of a different out-of-town trip, and then put the first back

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Our trip to the mountains was shortened in such a way as to chop out the part with the mountains. Instead, we drove through some incredible rain. It's the desert, and it's raining, and there are flash floods in the washes, miniature muddy rivers swarming down the sides of the canyons into the river, which was its typical low level and determined to be lazy despite the extra water. The sky kept

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I stayed home and cleaned house today while the engine compartment got cleaned and the new engine got (kind of) installed. ("Kind of" because it doesn't get properly installed until the transfer case and transmission are also installed.) It's gorgeous. There's all these colored stickers with inspection numbers and dates and names on various parts of the engine applied before the whole thing was

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Today was the last day of first grade for my girl. She successfully hosted a poetry recital (and reading! she always reminds me) and everyone who came enjoyed themselves, and it was a really great, and really interesting experience. Things I learned:The poem read by my aunt called "Beyond our Asking" by her neighbor when my aunt's husband was sick with cancer is about death in a grateful way, in

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My son has this incredible gift: he can sleep anywhere! He generally sets up a good napping arrangement, too. He carries his pillow and blanket and snuggles up and crashes. Well, if he's home and knows he's going out. There have been times he just loses himself, once in the tour truck at the December bottom of the Canyon de Chelly. I was bracing myself and holding him, and I looked down and he

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A day with no one to entertain me is what I imagine being single must be like. It is remarkable how much my general happiness and well-being is dependent on the proximity of the man I married, hence the aforementioned super-hero identity Proximity Girl. On the other hand, it is a relief to be free of the simple restraint of coordination. So for my day, which included three child-free hours, I had

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I have a new idea. One month I am going to do all contributions to my favorite blogs, whether I draw a comic or post a picture that would fit into a specific group, or what. Now, it should be forewarned that I mostly read blogs that make fun of people or things people like/have made, so you should not be concerned with my willy-nilly finger-pointing amusement. It's not willy-nilly. I choose these

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I've always wanted to be cooler than I was, and I generally have achievable definitions of cool, like Mercedes-Benz ownership, making something useful out of junk, being a supporter instead of a criticizer, being able to help someone with their Calc 3 homework while I slack off, gutting a car, soccer, writing a webpage. Some things I'm not so cool at, like hacky-sack, skateboarding, basketball,

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"Come! Welcome!" People say, people write. It's summertime, filled with events because there really is no better cure from being home from school all season than to go see your friends. There is nothing better than finding a great place to hide from the heat.It's actually been lovely busy, delivering invitations, receiving invitations, the visits that come with each exchange. Nothing is as simple

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We caravaned to my husband's uncle's shop about an hour away. Said uncle is retired, and trying to sell the shop, so we're taking advantage of the space and time the uncle has to do awesome fun things with our van (Chevy 86 army-converted 4x4). We pulled the beast into the bay and raised it on the jack, wandered underneath looking at this and that, lowered it, poked around under the hood, raised

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I worked this morning clearing weeds, spraying wasps nests, raking, moving lumber and old railroad ties. I wanted to get up early so I could beat the heat of the day but the headache I woke with made me close my eyes and pray for rest. I got it, but had to work in the heat as payment. I felt lethargic as I worked. My mind was active enough, ordering the task to maximum efficency, but my muscles

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I found out I mispronounce the word harrowing today, as I was trying to use it to describe my day, and on a certain level I shouldn't be surprised at that because I'm pretty good at mispronouncing things. I read more than I listen, or at least I did for a good portion of my life. Now I have talk radio and all my satirical comedians, and very little reading. But that's a tangent. I was trying to

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As much as this blog is about writing, it is about the photos. I've noticed there are two main types of photos: one is the preservation of a moment of time, a permanent record of something transient. The other is a photo of something perpetual, a location, a place. I could go back day after day and take the same photo of a particular spot. What makes this second type of shot impressive is the

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Right so like this friend of mine totally linked me to a blog about making fun of people's stuff, right? so I read every one which at teh time wasn't very many but it was totally rotflol material, right, so I followed it ever since and always dreamed of being half as cool and know I know I am! What is it? It's a Cake Wreck!!1! It's not bonifide unless she publishes my pic (the blogger's name is

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My kids got a magazine in the mail today, the National Geographic for Kids (complete with ADD information color/bubble/swatches/font things) and in it is a photo contest! National Geographic is known for their photographs, if you didn't know and/or I like to be Sherlock. So my daughter now has her own memory card with a gig of space (borrowed from her mommy) and is learning the settings and

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There are certain things that I know will and will not happen before I'm done living. One of these things is something that I have found to be difficult to predict in which category it belongs.I have two children, twenty toes that by this time have walked miles. Earlier this evening I saw two children, the fifth and sixth of a friend of mine, which she didn't plan on having. These two children

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Up early enough to make the household complain, I had a student this morning, which is out-of-the-ordinary for a Saturday. Remember the drafting discussion? It was proper drafting day. We converted a toy block into three different scales, first in one dimension where there was plenty of fraction-converting patterns to establish, then in two, where new tools for the job were introduced, as well as

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I worked early. It was fractions. I like fractions. I visited my now-not-pregnant friend and one of her two beautiful babies.I got home to find a new carburetor in the Mercury.I went to work again. It was how many legs bugs, animals, and birds have, and adding them.I got home to find a good reason to take the Mercury for a test drive: Palisade peaches and fishing.I got peaches.I got my feet stuck

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I know you can't tell that I predicted "hole" as my mad lib for the day, and I know that you haven't been able to enjoy my Mad Lib month as much as I have for the past month, but if you read in my sidebar there, you'll see that I've been out of cellular range with no internet for a week, so all my photos are scattered in different cameras and all my writing is in my journal. Last night I was not

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Pick one, drink like a fish or swim like one. Either way, there was plenty today. We returned to the boys' old stomping grounds: they had both spent time in Nederland at separate times but enough to know some common ground. Brewery in the town being the destination after a non-traditional trek over the mountain instead of around, with dirt roads and a cemetery filled with children who couldn't

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It really was a million-events day, full of things being fixed or held together.No rain: tarp down, reading in the hammockNaptime: reassemble tent fly after days of rain shift the earth.Rain: reassemble tarp coverFishing: use rarely-used seatbelt for fifth passenger down the mountainBlown tire: assist a couple of teens with their roadside emergency (their dad had taken the jack out of their car.

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It rained on and off again today all afternoon, but this morning was bright and clear. We decided against Grand Lake on the 4th in lieu of reverse traffic battling for the 5th. This led to the conclusion of the day wrapped around the last few moments of daylight for a hike after the weather let up, and a small fire in a little grill under a cloudy sky with a nearly full moon desperately trying to

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Our trip east into the mountains and across the Great Divide was fueled by two stops at breweries and a range of tasters at each. One offered no in-house brewed soda, which is kind of a bummer.For Tomorrow: Twist*This post is as handwritten.

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I was, today, kind of a jerk. I realized this especially when this kid was selling raffle tickets for two bucks and all I had was three dollars in quarters for the sole purpose of procuring milk. I managed to slip by on the way in unnoticed but grumbled at the sales pitch. He accosted me on the way out and I produced my lack of give-a-sh*t by wordlessly demonstrating my two quarters remaining. "

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Today marks day 30 of my morning photos. I may have broken the streak of photographing just before bed, but I don't think I broke the habit of posting last-thing. What did I do this morning? Nothing really, I didn't feel well all day. I did a little bit of nothing here, a little bit of nothing there. My knees hurt, my back hurts, and all because of my hip which hurts chronically. My sleep has

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Every year I expect my daughter (and later I will my son) to host an event that increases in responsibility and difficulty each year, and shows off educational advancement, both in social aspects like speech, presentation, competition, confidence, organization, as well as academic aspects, like rote memorization, facts and figures, language, writing, composition, art, biology, music. Last year

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A knit group friend is pregnant with twins and had started a hat, though by following the pattern, it came out the size of the sweater. Being a new knitter, she wasn't sure how to turn it into a sweater, so I have taken on the challenge. I frogged some part of my design with this sweater, well, I can't tell how many times, but it was a lot, and the finishing has taken me much, much longer than I

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It's 1:45 am. I am NOT going to try and write now. Complete post in the morning, or afternoon, whenever I get up.Update: I didn't update this yet.Update 6/28: Still un-updated.

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My life has been burrowed into one deep labyrinth of a goal. I am here to enable someone else, anyone else. They (the elusive they) say life is a journey with a path and a purpose and that we all fill some role, but mine is to help others reach their goals. I am nothing independent of other people; my path is nothing without someone to walk beside. I find that I am nothing but a sum of my

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Forcing myself to write is the only thing these days that gets the writing out of me. This here daily occurrence is the only assemblage of language I produce every day. Some days I despise it, others, I compose all day and savor my moments alone making that composition concrete. Really, really good writing days come rarely, spontaneously, and with no reservations. It's write now, or chug out

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I taught a lesson on something my 12th grade English Teacher called "Ransom Poetry." The assignment: to chop up publications and make a poem on a piece of paper. I worked for hours, with my sister's help, deep into the night hunting down the right words to make the poem flow, to make the phrases connect, to communicate. I returned to class to be met with gaping jaws as mine went on the wall next

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Up and out and onto the Grand Mesa where...there are thousands of bicyclists coming down the mountain while we are going up and man are there some real idiots out there who don't know how to stay in their lane or share the road or, well, it was kind of scary. Onto the Grand Mesa where we went fishing...well, the children and the fathers went fishing and I minded the pup and read some Lovecraft

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Food on the grill before noon, smoked for hours, consumed in minutes. Families together to appreciate the fathers, and eat. Owl on the fence. Day up to ninety-some-odd degrees. Fresh produce.Indoor setting+Flash in the opening of the smoker. I wish I could photograph the smell.

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Being that I've had a long day I will be brief.It was a car day. Not just any car day, but a beautiful car day. My Mercedes-Benz and I cruised across town, where I saw the subject of this photo and four other amazing vehicles, one I wanted now and even made my mouth water (but it might have been the candy-apple red paint job that did that trick). I then passed the city park and in three signs it

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There were adventures today. My children played with the baby, and we took them out on the orchards. They played together at the Meadery while we adults tasted honey-wine and they spun the rollers on the peach packing line at the peach orchard. They looked out for each other, entertained each other, played with each other. For dinner two more children joined the fray and it was remarkably

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The cleaning I indulged in for the Mardi Gras celebration some five months ago had become unapparent since. Yesterday afternoon I get a call from my husband that he had heard from his friend that friend and family were coming to my house to visit, today. I had just taken all my usual source of quick-clean-up and set it out with the recycle, so I had to do without cardboard boxes. A day later and

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It does not matter if the book has pictures or words or neither, if it has a cover it must be opened. Have you ever stopped to think why this is true, especially of children? We are curious creatures and knowing that between the leaves there are surprises and that each bound creation has something different, and that each page of a single bound creation has a relationship to the others in that

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My first conscious breath this morning came with a knowledge that I was not going to make it back to sleep. Instead of asking the darkness of my room for another chance I went ahead and accepted the challenge, moving about the room quietly and starting in on Tuesday's chores. I bucketed and carried the recycling to the curb, and then I broke down the cardboard boxes I had accumulated and stacked

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It has not been an easy day. I do not want to write. I do not want to spend my time here right now. I awoke in the darkness in a sweat with a belly full of undigested food. I discovered an open door at the back of the house and in my feverish delirium I searched for the raccoons I was sure I heard moping about in the bedrooms. Having cured myself of said ailments, I awoke again in the morning

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Today marked the 132nd Flag Day. *insert cheers from the crowd* Upon this day in 1877 our most recognized national symbol was endowed with its own celebration. Break out the flag and practice your flag folding. Make sure the kids know the real words to the Pledge of Allegiance, so that it is not "under God invisible" or other misunderstanding of the poetic inversions. Make sure you know the real

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