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St. Eom’s Pasaquan, Buena Vista, Georgia
--Tagged under: art, craft, design wednesday--
Ivan has agreed to me using some white paint in the kitchen! White paint! You have no idea how HUGE this is.
Painting the kitchen commences on Friday. I’ll try and post some before/after pictures.
--Tagged under: art, craft, design wednesday--
Bad Hair Day
I got my haircut on Friday by the best darn hairstylist in the whole of Seattle. But, you know what? It looks ‘meh’ today.
Absolutely no reflection on Sean’s ability, just due to the fact that I am in that awkward space between ‘long’ and ‘short’. To short to pull back, to long to do anything but hang there.
I look like I’m a character on some mid-seventies sitcom who wears polyester pants with the pleats sewn down the front and argyle sweater vests.
--Tagged under: 'misc. monday'--
“When we started watching his shows, we had intended to apply his advice toward our dogs,” said Amy Twomey, a blogger on parenthood for The Dallas Morning News who is raising three children under 10 with her husband, Matt. “But we realized a lot of ideas can be used on our kids.”
Crazy? I don’t think so. As a (to-be) teacher, I’ve been told and can see that they just want structure and a reliable authority figure.
You know this reminds me of a Sandra Dee movie I loved as a kid: If A Man Answers.
In this case, dog training was used on a husband, not a child, and I don’t know if I would love the movie now but I have fond memories of it.
Also? I totally agree with fishy’s assessment.
A North Pole sunset
On the ferry to Orcas Island.
At the Anacortes Ferry dock on our way to Orcas Island.
Video Friday #5 - What About Gay Marriage?
poem: I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love, put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
-Sara Teasdale
--Tagged under: prose and poetry friday--
