tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73092212012-02-16T03:29:14.875-08:00Welcome Edgers (and everyone else). It was just a matter of time before I got a blog. You all knew I couldn't stand to frequent only discussion boards where I don't get the last word!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309221.post-79685337216671182392011-05-29T20:13:00.001-07:002011-05-29T20:25:32.908-07:00

This is one of those "seasons" in life where everything is chaotic and feels out of control and near hopeless. In trying to remind myself that this is a season, and not permanent, I realized that most of us are sharing it.I'm battling financial troubles, single motherhood, health problems, indecision about where to live, and relationship struggles. I've worried until I ache.But...I'm alive. I

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An old friend called tonight to talk about something that has reached out to hurt her from her past. Our conversation felt so brief to me. I wanted to listen to her for hours. I'm finding a hunger to talk with those friends who have that drive to keep growing and allowing God to sculpt their character. My sister, you know who you are. I am praying for you, and I love love love you. Call me any

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I look back over my blogs since about 2006/2007 and I see the change I felt but did not understand. First, I allowed my depth, my insightfulness, my "naval gazing" to be stifled. Then, I carefully started to choose my words, so that my self-assuredness in my convictions was not so evident. Finally, I started talking only about surface things - those things that would impress and not reveal.If any

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It is a fact... A FACT... that human beings are becoming more stupid and unreasonable. The reality that no one is doing a study on this and confirming it to the public is, in my opinion, why stress is increasing and health problems are getting worse. When you think you're losing your mind and the world is out to get you, typically, the rational response is the assumption that if it seems to

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This is really well done! Scared the crap outta me.7 more days till Halloween!!! :D

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I was in the mood for vintage creepy today, so I found some great old black and white spookies and this gem of a stop frame animation puppet show called "The Music Box." MusicboxUploaded by VioletUprising. - See the latest featured music videos.

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It's THAT time of year, and it's getting colder. As Spooky Day approaches, I will get creepier and creepier, and I will share more and more ghost stories and more and more creepy places to visit and become more and more impatient overall. You've seen me like this before.To get your Halloween/Spook palate wet, here's a link to a nice little gallery of creepy, vintage, Halloween cards: What's the

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7309221.post-34345230284899287312009-10-07T23:50:00.000-07:002009-10-08T00:11:54.712-07:00

...the world is not as bad as you think. People in the world are as bad and as good as you can imagine, and none of us, that's NONE OF US are perfect or right all the time.We spend a lot of time criticizing and being shocked or offended by those who do not agree with us. We spend very little time accepting each other. I'm including me in this, and I wish I would stop it. I wish we all would.I

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It's almost NOT funny anymore... almost.

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Vid quality is a little grainy, but it is awesome.

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I CANNOT BREATHE!!!

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I'm finding an odd clash between my two most comforting pursuits of late. In the past, my tea has been my drug of choice. It replaced my smoking, it required repeated trips to the Asian grocery store and brave adventures for my tastebuds. Who knew artichoke tea would taste like chocolate? Since when are mushrooms "intense" in flavor? I used to choose a tea, make a pot, and snuggle into my fuzzy,

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This is adorable! Ready... 'SET GO!'Watch her try to make the same noises as her daddy at the end. LOL!

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Yes, yes, you do have to arrive at such a turbulent time. We hear you concerns, Fair One. We do.What if he's angry, the wind from the south? What if he wants us somewhere where we aren't, anywhere but where we are? What if he pushes us? Already we have arrived too early. It is February still, no time for flowers and greening things. We have no right to request warmer, softer rainfalls between

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This is pure beauty. The man's a true artist.http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/cat_steve_dont_eat_it.php

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Tonight, a friend and I saw the new "Friday the 13th," aka, "Don't f*ck with Jason's Weed."Yes, it was a very, very violent movie. Let's move on. Apparently, there are two rules to follow when camping in the woods near the old Camp Crystal Lake. 1) Do not f*ck with Jason's weed, and 2) Do no f*ck with Jason's weed.Many of the characters in this movie were actually funny, endearing, charming, and

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I'm using Google Earth to search all of Afghanistan for Bin Laden. I think that he might be the dude spray painting "Mine's Bigger" on the Minaret of Jam.

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Someone explain to me why the media is already on a feeding frenzy re: Obama's first 15 minutes in office? The bill hasn't even been signed yet, and already the buzz is salivating for it's failure and driving down the Dow in the meantime! Are people TRYING to cause crisis? It's like failure is so much more interesting than success that we have to try desperately to literally make it happen.I do

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Flowers are essentially tarts; prostitutes for the bees.

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Today's spooky story is an old favorite that I'm certain you've all heard in one form or another. I'm willing to bet you'll argue in comments about how the story REALLY goes. It's gone from campfire story to urban legend. I give you my own attempt at telling it:The Legend of Green Eyes BridgeI'm just winging it -- I don't care if you laugh at the added plot bitsIn early fall of 1952 Henry Simpson

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In honor of the 10 last days until All Hallows Eve, I will be posting a scary story a day. Some will be originals, and some will just be old favorites handed down. I've decided to obsess over Halloween (as if I don't do this every year) and fall and drag you with me!I'll start with my favorite classic: Bloody Maryretold by S. E. SchlosserListen to it here: http://americanfolklore.net/mp3/

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There is ongoing drama at my house lately over possession of a certain cloth-lined, wicker basket. It came to me containing care package goodies when I was sick. I have since eaten most everything that came in it, and as I type this, I'm drinking the last of the pumpkin spice coffee (that detail was thrown in just to make you jealous). After it was emptied, I placed it on my bookshelf/window seat

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I'll tell you this, and then I'm going to bed...I cannot wait for Halloween! The weather is just starting to chill a bit - not too much, but just enough to feel like fall. I keep hearing the theme from Halloween in my head, and I'm desparate for blowing leaves and "punkuns."$50 says I have my house fully decorated BEFORE October 1st. I'm going to buy fresh corn on the cob for roasting and pumpkin

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I love rainy nights. I do. And, please, tell me who the hell doesn't? It's still warm, and the rain is doing that constant white-noisey washing of the tension in my soul until all I can feel is relaxed and craving warm tea. Why does thunder make me long for fall? I know it is close, but I want it now. I want the smell of it. I want the farm grown pumpkins being sold in large carboard boxes on

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I need just one more chair in the living room of the thimble we live in. The cats have taken over the couch (they are looooong cats), the coats have taken over the white chair, and Faeron has taken over the fuzzy orange chair.I don't try to move the pets or the coats."Faeron, do you want to sit at your Dora table and color?""I am trrrrying to read this, mama," says the four year old who cannot

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I don't want to be apart anymore. I miss you guys.I know we are scattered, and I know we all have lives where we are, but dammit, I want to see you, talk to you, have meals with you... on a regular basis. I've been missing Helen and thinking about how we never know how long we have. We all keep talking about visits and "the next time" we'll see one another, but our plans are never guaranteed.

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Face to face with my mortality yet again? What is it with me and near death? What am I supposed to learn that I am not learning, here?... and will it eventually kill me?I thought I was well. I keep hoping for hope - hoping for normal - hoping for peace for a season. But each season has it's natural disaster. Every spring has tornados. Every summer has fires. Every fall has hurricanes.

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Funny. I feel so vulnerable most of the time, but nothing seems to hit me. Then, something far away, supposedly removed stabs me right through the heart and I'm fearful that the pain will literally do physical damage.People I have not heard from in years have, apparently, been spending a good deal of time in speculation over how they would be judging me were I there with them still. Their

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Okay, so a friend tells me I'm overdoing it. I'm crying to everyone that I'm disciplined enough or organized enough to accomplish my goals - and everyone watching me thinks I need rest and to learn when to take a break. Am I in Bizarro World?Had to swallow some pride with regard to a recent job offer. I could make much more money than was offered, and I have been used terribly, but this job is

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Up, down, up, down...I think I'm getting used to the cliched roller coaster that is my life. One week, I'm financially sound, healthy, happy, and hopeful; the next week, I'm sick, I'm broke and overdrawn, and I see no future and no way out of "this mess." No way out except to wait another week.Then a friend leaves me a message on my voice mail asking me to tell her what I would need to be

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Another night of better judgement cast to the wind as it is now after midnight and despite my exhaustion, I am up. I've decided to blog those thoughts that keep me from crawling into bed. Perhaps this outlet will give me satisfaction enough to be content to sleep.I still owe a few of you your blogs. I love you and I miss you. Bear with me. Don't stop visiting yet. I have much to say to you

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What do you say in front of the world about your best friend? How do I even begin? I knew you would be in my life forever that first night we talked. At 4:00 a.m. I wasn't even tired, I was exhilarated! You thought out things before you said them, and you had spent time on your opinions and observations. Where we disagreed, I learned. Where we agreed, I soared.There are so many things about

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... could it be the music you listen to?For the first time in a long time (years, literally), I noticed I felt peaceful and normal for a few hours this weekend. Nothing in particular in my life changed that day, and I was alone, and I have no prescription for any drug going. However, I was listening to Louie Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald the entire time.I take for granted the music that lifts me

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Mary Lu Everett - will you marry me?Heh heh, I guess, Lu and I still wish that the other was male so we could marry each other. I will always think that we were meant to be together more than we are and that something is very very wrong with the world.[Sorry, but I think I'm gonna babble on this one]Lu is that friend that I will always long for from time to time. She's the one that I can feel in

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In many conversations, I hear myself talking about my “heart friends,” my soul mates. The few scattered women who have created me. The ones who truly know me and will always know me who I miss everyday are the ones I never see but constantly talk about, of course!When one of those friends (Helen Harris) died last week, I immediately longed for the others. I wanted to reach out, fly to

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Faeron and I went to the Midsummer Night's Faerie Ball at the Paseo District. It was the best thing she and I have done together, thus far.Dressing my daughter (sometimes feels like "mini-me") in a faerie costume was enchanting enough, but then taking her to play and dance to celtic music with other little faeries... and watching a dance company perform as faeries... well, it was almost too much.

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We few, who have missed each other for so long, are now thrown together again when one of us leaves for home. There is so much to say, but not right now... not at this moment.In summary, Debbie, Wendy, Lu, Katy, Leticia, Syliva - not a day goes by that I don't think of you. At some point, each day, know that some memory, or some lesson, or some picture in my box has brought you up again and with

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I'm sitting here still trying to accept that you will be out of my life for a while. I know I will see you again, but I don't know when and I don't know what you will be like then. I would really like to talk to you now about losing a friend (you) and ask you to pray with me about it. You would probably suggest we pray before I could even ask you anyway.There are so many things I never said

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Is it just me, or is the current job market shoving illegal substances into its collective vains? The current work ethic seems to be as follows: work your ass off, but allow your boss to treat you like shit while you admire him for being in his lofty position. If he does not appreciate your extra effort, work for free. That will make you a better person. What the? No thanks, man. I'm gonna

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How do you choose your friends? No. Really. We've seen it a million times - the cliche'd "how do you choose your friends" quiz. Normally, I give a complex, good for me, intelligent, funny type answer. But in the spirit of being honest and introspective (Britt just cringed), I would say that judging by how I spend my time, I seem to value those friends who do not make waves with me, who

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Heard an old mentor on the radio this morning. He was pushing the concept of "Big Godders vs. Little Godders." He suggested that a "Big God" intervenes in life on your behalf and a "Little God" is one you are always in trouble with. Sounds nice doesn't it? Sounds like people with problems have those problems because they don't have enough faith. I have one problem with it... It's bullshit.

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I've gained a bonus to my diplomacy roll through association with a mentor. Normally, I wouldn't even try, but a few days ago, I managed the impossible. I stood on the battlefield, nearly equally matched with a vile enemy. With everything to lose, I lowered my weapon and made him smile. Who knew I had the power to do that? Winning a battle with charm really does work. I've only tried it in

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I've been griping about the disease of patriotism that grips many of "my fellow 'mercins" for months now. I've seen so many of my friends and family members blinded by a loyalty to country that seems almost religious... ...and now I have it. Watching the O'Reilly Factor the other night (don't jump to any conclusions, I can't stand Bill O'Reilly), something he sniped got through to me. He said

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Faeron held my hand everywhere she went - whether it was from the living to the kitchen or from the chair to the table - she wanted to know I was there at all times. I've never known love like this. I can't imagine life without it, though. I've become desperate for this co-dependancy called "motherhood." If two people in love behaved like this, I would think they were unhealthy... ...and yet

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I'm playing with my blog format because it's mine and I can - WHAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Let's see, polkie dots or light house, polkie dots or light house, polkie dots or light house... I may switch templates often until I finish creating my own personalized, super-duper, handy-dandy, Conan-centric, way-too-cool, representative of all things science and many things philosophy, look at me I'm so

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I've been thinking about that whole "patience is a virtue" thing. I think I get it. This has to be experienced, you cannot just sit and think about the meaning of something being a virtue (which actually means excellence in standard of morality). Either you are patient or you are not. To be patient with someone or something that is mildly bothersome is not difficult. It is also not really

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...those links are doubling up. I guess either I REALLY want you to check out those sites, or I REALLY need help with my HTML.

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Monday is almost over, so I have to face it. The weekend is gone. Another two and a half day moment in pseudo-free time is gone. I've spent the day working my tail off for a job that I love, but I do miss my baby. On Saturday I got some constructive criticism. A trusted friend told me that I am too introspective and that is affecting my relationships. I must admit that I've spent the past

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Took Faeron to the circus this weekend... well, her Aunt Marsha took us to the circus, I should say. Anyway, it was wonderful. She thought the applause was for her. She stood up on her chair, whirled around, and shouted "TA DA!" each time the audience clapped. For the most part, she screamed and pointed throughout the show. It was a wonderful performance. And the circus wasn't bad either.

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