Feb 14
These girls are just too cute! So I thought I’d share.
Lydia and Elizabeth compare accents:
Check out L&E Productions on YouTube!
I followed a link to L & E from Tough Bananas, where Jan and Amanda described Canadian money in a vlog of their own. It’s cute too!
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Oh, you have to watch this one too!
I will stop now. But cute!!
(and Michael Scott quote, so awesome!)
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Feb 10
I looked at the clock and thought, “11:17!! Already? I haven’t gotten anything done today!”
But when I tried to pick out just what it was I thought I should have done already, my mind was a blank. The idea of what I hadn’t accomplished was just a kind of hazy cloud, an overcast. Ill defined and vaporous, yet substantial enough to cast a shadow across my mind.
All this as I dried my hands from washing dishes. Hmm.
So I asked myself, “what have I done today?” I clicked them off in my head:
washed a load of clothes
cooked 2 pounds of bacon
made 2 pitchers of tea
emptied the dishwasher
took a conference call for work
texted back and forth with my boss
read my emails
cleaned the kitchen
made breakfast
hand washed a bunch of dishes
cleaned the kitty litter…
I guess I did do some things. And yet I had stood there, downcast and self-condemning, in the shadow of a cloud of my own making.
Why do we do that to ourselves? I know it’s not just me.
Why are we so hard on ourselves?
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This chasm between what I think I am and what I really am has never been more difficult to cross than now. Unemployed me couldn’t possibly be a treasured piece? What am I without to-do lists and deadlines and an organizational email address?
I am enough.
– Jamie Golden
The Post About Being A Work Of Art
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Feb 2
I spent the weekend with my parents, and it occurred to me that no matter how old I get I’ll always be the kid.
And my mom will always be my mom…
Me: “Hey Momma, is Louis’ bed still in here?”
Me: “Hey Momma, where’s my soda? ”
Me: “Hey Momma, is this my plate in the oven?”
On Friday night, my mom cooked the dinner, and then cleaned everything up by herself, before I was even done eating. But when I put my plate in the dishwasher…
Mom: “Thanks for doing that.”
No, thank you Mommy!
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Here are some pictures:
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I'm a writer and photographer, sometime poet and philosopher, who is figuring out who she was meant to be.
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