tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55934302011-11-08T21:17:15.157-05:00insights and epiphanies, but more likely just random thoughts crowding my brain along with useless trivia like the words to 80's songs.coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.comBlogger2491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-89407442425440330452011-11-08T21:10:00.002-05:002011-11-08T21:15:37.141-05:00

Recently, I went away on vacation. I didn't do anything spectacular, but I had a nice time. I relaxed. I ate, I slept, I read. I watched TV, went places with my beau. It was awesome. We've traveled together before, he's come here and we've gone on day trips, but this was nice just to be. To be together. As I boarded the bus to take me away from him to the airport, it felt like all that

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-667966029373369522011-10-15T22:39:00.003-04:002011-11-08T21:17:15.192-05:00

Sometimes, I love living alone. Other times, it freaks me out. I'm pretty sure what just happened was something like an acid reflux episode but while it was happening, I felt like I was going to die. Home. Alone.It's like that scene in "Frankie and Johnny" when Michelle Pfeiffer nearly chokes on a spoonful of peanut butter. She's all alone, feels that panic, relief, and then still alone,

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-2885329515312663602011-07-10T10:45:00.001-04:002011-07-10T10:48:29.501-04:00

How do I know when it's time to end things? How do I know that this won't give me any more than it already has? Do I stay until the bitter end? It's going to be hot today. I was lazy yesterday. I don't want to have to go out, but I will. And then I'll come right back home.I know going to the gym is good for me. I feel better when I've done my workout. But I'm still waiting for the part

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-55621849997548952742010-10-02T21:29:00.002-04:002010-10-02T21:35:49.873-04:00

It's been such a long time. I used to fancy myself a writer of some sort. I don't know that that is true. Putting thoughts down in writing has always been a good thing for me, though.It's been a crazy year. Not so much for things happening to me, but things happening to those around me. Accidents, surgeries, too much visiting of hospitals in a year for my taste.Lately, work has been the bane

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-58629023058259890072009-06-08T21:31:00.002-04:002009-06-08T21:48:10.035-04:00

Sometimes I feel strong and invincible; but at other times I feel weak and vulnerable. My boyfriend tells me I am strong, beautiful and brave. He tells me this as I tell him how much I feel this way when we are together. I suppose, like Dorothy in her ruby slippers, I always have the powers that I don't always feel I do.Does love make me stronger? I believe that by giving and receiving

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-89420085635847025882008-12-08T21:21:00.003-05:002008-12-08T21:36:17.195-05:00

I attended a wedding of one of my cousins last weekend. It made me think about how I feel about going to weddings. I love weddings. I enjoy attending as a guest. I do not enjoy being part of the wedding party nor all the hoopla that accompanies weddings.Being a girl, I am often invited to wedding showers. I find this problematic and unfair. Not only do I need to buy a wedding gift, but I

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-51909285048518298712008-10-16T20:43:00.003-04:002008-10-16T21:13:23.300-04:00

I am trying to calculate the ratio of time spent indisposed or away from my apartment, and the ratio to time spent IN the apartment before I decide I have to vacuum/pick stuff up/clean.My tolerance for clutter is higher than it used to be. Perhaps I pick my battles. Perhaps I'm getting old and lazy. A clean bathroom and kitchen are essential, as is laundry. But somehow the rest of it just

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-65298458597931893082008-10-04T19:12:00.000-04:002008-10-04T19:25:12.073-04:00

I don't like being sick. I don't really get sick very often, but I discovered I had a UTI on Friday after a trip to the doctor's office. Shortly before that discovery the nurse scared the life out of me by asking if it was possible that I was pregnant. Honestly, that thought had never crossed my mind. She left me in the exam room then, just me and my thoughts. Me and my racing crazy thoughts

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-41129334207147563222008-09-28T11:58:00.002-04:002008-09-28T12:03:42.714-04:00

I'm amused. On my radio next to my desk there is an acapella version of the Hallelujah chorus from Handel's Messiah. On my television in the living room is Kill Bill Volume 1.I wonder if that will create some sort of clash of weather fronts in my kitchen.

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-35846595125354086702008-07-24T21:53:00.002-04:002008-07-24T21:58:41.930-04:00

I'm having an issue with that back to school clothing TV commercial that thinks it's like The Breakfast Club.First of all, nothing is like The Breakfast Club. It was the first time I realized a movie could show the way things ought to be. The way they could be if we were all brave enough and wanted to change the world we were a part of. Everyone could relate to a part of one or more of those

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-54764230005957651592008-05-06T20:37:00.005-04:002008-05-06T21:22:10.531-04:00

My birthday comes around and I seem to get thoughtful, pensive. Not too analytical, but just thinking about stuff. I tend to think a lot, and it's not always productive.So, I'm working on knitting a goofy looking case for my iPod. It's bright and stripey but not protective, other than from scratching. If I were to drop it, it wouldn't protect much. It's the kind of thing that involves

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-75696596318202791212008-03-09T21:52:00.004-04:002008-03-09T22:06:18.667-04:00

As I drove to my sister's new apartment, I passed the Dairy Queen. The letters on the sign spelled out "open Friday". It was this past Friday, and it was open. A sure sign that spring is not far behind.I can remember many years ago, after I first moved into town and was attending college, going to that very Dairy Queen. I didn't have a car at the time. If a friend had a car and wanted to go

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-79402137925224507192008-02-16T11:48:00.004-05:002008-02-16T12:34:18.371-05:00

I'm appalled at what we've done to Valentine's Day. When did it become a way for us to make the men in our lives suffer? Why do they feel like nothing they buy or choose for us will do? Why do they feel anxiety at the flower shop, or feel propelled into the jewelry store? It's partially our fault, ladies. And I'm holding the advertising industry responsible as well.How can we expect them to read

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-3461288084399559042008-01-19T21:09:00.000-05:002008-01-19T21:20:11.593-05:00

I saw a young girl with her mother last weekend at the Y. They were walking on treadmills next to one another. She was maybe, eight years old, with a blond bob of hair, and a pink t-shirt. She walked with determined purpose, smoothly and not too fast. My first thought was, what an awesome mom to spend productive, healthy time with her daughter that way, and to teach her good health habits. I

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-51427423524902511822007-12-27T20:24:00.000-05:002007-12-27T20:34:51.718-05:00

I am sadly remiss in posting to this thing, though I love to write. I haven't been feeling inspired lately.I wasn't really feeling "into" the whole holiday thing this year, but my beau was here, and he helped me put the tree up. I wasn't feeling sad nor depressed, in fact, accomplished that I had my shopping done, and most things that I'd wanted to make as gifts, made.I have the best boyfriend

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-41306900195999218002007-10-22T19:33:00.000-04:002007-10-22T20:01:47.464-04:00

I feel like I ought to be doing something more meaningful with my life. But now that I have attained the all-knowing, much anticipated, even dreaded age of 40, I find myself falling asleep on the couch most nights by 10:00 pm. Waking up at 4:00 am with the TV still on and my contacts in does NOT make me feel accomplished.I have to adjust my life to coincide with my body betraying me.Weight

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-46536512485189729162007-09-18T20:59:00.000-04:002007-09-18T21:24:34.591-04:00

When I was in college, I took a cinema history class. One of the units we studied was entirely devoted to Alfred Hitchcock films. I have always considered myself a movie fan, but that was the first time I understood how to watch a film for themes, camera work, lighting and all that technical stuff. That opened up a whole new way of watching films for me.The past couple of nights, I have been

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-57653408113054086392007-08-21T21:06:00.000-04:002007-08-21T23:11:01.298-04:00

I have learned that a lot of things I used to think were extremely important, really aren't. I've also learned that my beau loves me very much. He remembers our anniversary of when we met. He was visiting and hid a card away to tell me where to find it on that day. I didn't even realize it was our anniversary. I felt so terrible. He said it was all right, which, of course made it even harder

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-29440886616578267962007-07-24T20:44:00.000-04:002007-07-24T21:29:49.064-04:00

I am a dichotomy. I love having friends and family over, but I don't enjoy things being out of place when my niece has been over, playing with my toys. Or my pots and pans. I love cooking, but I dislike having everything out of the drawers and cupboards. I love to travel, but I love being at home, just hanging out.I love to read, but I tend to pick up and put down books at will for weeks at a

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-72527695775270076662007-06-06T15:43:00.000-04:002007-06-06T15:51:02.681-04:00

I'm going on a vacation. Not just time off from work to wander around with my beau or visit family, though we'll do that.My sister and I are going on a real live "get out of town and away from everyone" type of trip. Though she's going for work and I'm just tagging along.I feel like I've just heard the last school bell of the year ring and they have flung open the doors and I'm running home to

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-11597226358475434502007-05-11T21:46:00.000-04:002007-05-11T21:55:53.015-04:00

He said he didn't get me anything for my birthday. He didn't want to buy things just to have things for me to tear wrapping paper off of. We agree having things isn't what we want. We don't want stuff you have to dust.What he did give me was his time and attention. He always does that. He listened to me talk about places I like to go. He made a hotel reservation. We drove up north and spent

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-41773740681011828492007-05-04T12:14:00.000-04:002007-05-04T12:26:49.741-04:00

Aaah, long time I see I've not posted. Sometimes when I have things to do and not wallow, I do them and am not on the computer so much.I've been knitting a bit more. I went with my dad to his surgeon yesterday. He had the gastric bypass nearly a year ago. I think he's lost enough weight. He's kind of fixated on weighing a certain number. I don't think that's healthy. I told him he should

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-54116742712012537192007-04-11T12:03:00.000-04:002007-04-11T12:10:18.093-04:00

I could say that I destest the blizzard-like conditions outside my office window. But I won't.I look forward to spring. The apartment complex trimmed the trees back that crowded around my balcony for the past few years. Hopefully the added sun will produce better results than what I've been seeing the past few summers. It's been disappointing to say the least.Perhaps Friday the 13th has come

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-18776926055022425282007-04-09T11:47:00.000-04:002007-04-09T11:57:06.299-04:00

Every time I start to feel great about myself, my understanding of life and my place in the universe, I'm reminded of a feeling I have yet to learn to deal with or a battle I've yet to win with myself. Not that I don't go on feeling pretty terrific, but I am always reminded that I am a work in progress.Lately I find most of the more profound lessons come in the form of my two year old niece.

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-83497952409436860222007-03-26T14:46:00.000-04:002007-03-26T15:09:00.353-04:00

Good things have been coming my way. Granted, they've been mixed in along some not so good, but for now I am focusing on the good.Having my sisters and niece come for a last minute visit, complete with movies, pedicures, late night runs for french fries, trips to the museum, driving around with the windows down, sleeping with stuffed animals, playing with play-doh and barbies, drinking out of

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-62901629477057096562007-03-06T20:13:00.000-05:002007-03-06T20:18:54.284-05:00

I wanted to think of something moving and wonderful to say. I have attended two funerals so far this year. My best friend's dog died as well. I have been feeling sad but not depressed. Not much motivation to speak of, either. However, a trip has been plotted to visit the beau. It's fast, it's flying, and I'm going.I don't mind flying, it's all that other airport/luggage/screening/taking off

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-48959185900698174082007-02-21T11:36:00.000-05:002007-02-21T11:41:31.058-05:00

My group of college friends and I turn a specific number birthday this year. I usually send silly cards or slightly obnoxious ones. I am refraining from that this year in the hopes that I won't get any of those cards (or a black balloon arrangement sent to work) back in return.Plus, I am not the FIRST one in the group to have a birthday, thank goodness. As long as someone else goes first, I

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-59650540756209704702007-02-19T16:10:00.000-05:002007-02-19T16:53:30.366-05:00

I wanted to post a picture of the lovely flowers I got for Valentine's Day. My beau sent them to me. Lovely red roses, red carnations, white flowers with small blooms smelling of cloves, and pinkish purplish star lilies. They arrived on Wednesday in a purple vase. They are beautiful and full of variety and texture just like I would choose for myself.I'm not one to believe Valentine's day

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1170817184940448422007-02-06T21:35:00.000-05:002007-02-06T21:59:44.963-05:00

Somewhere along my way, I'd come to the conclusion that astronauts were smart people. They had to pass a bunch of types of tests to get there. They had to be in excellent physical and mental shape to withstand what they would put their bodies through.I like to stick to the "rooting for my fellow women" club as well. When a woman does something noteworthy or awesome, I like to support her, talk

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1170523339545986092007-02-03T11:48:00.000-05:002007-02-03T12:31:57.426-05:00

I have to have a giggle to myself about one of the morning news programs broadcasting live from Miami, for the superbowl, and who is the featured performer of the morning? The Indigo Girls! My very favorite, is it a mistake? A joke? Or are the womenfolk slyly putting one over on everyone? As they sang from their new album about pendulum swinging, the cameras passed a rather confused, sports

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1169575555011886992007-01-23T12:58:00.000-05:002007-01-23T13:05:55.013-05:00

I always have amazing brainy ideas of things to write at like 10:00 at night or just as I'm falling asleep or in the midst of my afternoon commute. Then I sit down to write something, and poof, it's gone.I'm fascinated by AM radio. I like the financial advice programs, the regular kind of advice programs (when I could find them) the call in types of things that deal with bad customer service or

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1169047823450539182007-01-17T10:22:00.000-05:002007-01-17T10:30:23.453-05:00

I seem to whine and prattle about really unimportant things while people all around struggle with just getting through the day. It's true, some sorrow has befallen my family and that of a co-worker of mine.All I can think of to make a parable is how we all survive the winter. Or how the trees do. We hunker down, wear our warmest coats, grumble about scraping off the car, eat more, sleep more, try

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1168983028651017222007-01-16T16:13:00.000-05:002007-01-16T16:30:28.680-05:00

I really enjoy the convenience and ease of wearing contact lenses.Thing is, when something goes wonky, it feels like I'm getting stabbed in the eye. A zillion times. Over and over again.I hate the expense of going in to the eye doc all over again when my chance to order more lenses has run out, too.I only have two pair left.What's it going to be, buttercup?

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1168288920531683532007-01-08T15:40:00.000-05:002007-01-08T15:42:00.533-05:00

Someone's getting married! Ok, I knew she was getting married, but now it's to the planning stage.I'm an organized person, and I enjoy helping people make lists and tackle tasks. I like finding things, and hunting for things online. I like brainstorming and coming up with ideas.I do not, however, like wearing fancy dresses nor being the center of attention.Better you than me, my friend!

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1168108676340605392007-01-06T13:30:00.000-05:002007-01-06T13:37:56.350-05:00

Relationships, all relationships are hard. If you want them to flourish, they have to be treated like a growing thing. But families are even more challenging. Not to say that they aren't worth it, but everyone is moving in all divergent directions at once. There can be obstacles and weeds and bugs. One has to cut back the undergrowth to stumble along the rocky path. Sometimes, they fall apart,

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1167423418548716352006-12-29T14:50:00.000-05:002006-12-29T15:16:58.566-05:00

I think I'm getting CSI'd out. I start to have dreams of death and crime and blood and lab tests. I fall asleep in front of the TV and I'm sure I start to dream about the sounds going on around me. I think the science is interesting, I used to love Quincy, but I think it's too much death. People can be really horrible to each other. I know this, and frankly I don't need that point driven

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1167228712711727642006-12-27T08:55:00.000-05:002006-12-27T09:11:52.723-05:00

Ah, another holiday come and gone. Frankly, I'm relieved. I enjoy my loved ones, and I enjoy food, but the trouble here is TOO MUCH of everything. I must psych myself up to almost any social gathering, and then spend time after it decompressing. This past weekend will require at least two solid days of sleep. Yeah, good luck with that, sweetie.The blessing was my niece. She reminded me to love

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1166821834969576632006-12-22T15:51:00.000-05:002006-12-22T16:14:37.573-05:00

One of our superiors brought in a massage therapist this week and gave us all 15 minute "chair massages". I was skeptical. How much could that really help?It helped a lot. She did a very good job at zeroing in on the spots where I get tense, and working my arms, shoulders and even a bit on my lower back.I think we should have those every week. And so much LESS fattening than the gazillion pounds

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1166624365605259672006-12-20T09:05:00.000-05:002006-12-20T09:19:25.616-05:00

Working on (in other words, faking) my Christmas spirit.I wonder how we all got into the habit of sending each other cards? I suspect it was those crazy Victorian English folks who loved to write to each other. I also suspect it's mostly intended for those loved ones far away, but I still get cards from people across town. I then feel obligated to send them a card. I can't just do away with cards

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1166198325896865522006-12-15T10:57:00.000-05:002006-12-15T10:58:45.906-05:00

I didn't actually need my refrigerator to STOP working to get me to clean it out. All that meat in the freezer, OY. I am choosing to operate under the mantra of "when in doubt, throw it out".Now, to the grocery store!

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1166036136023217312006-12-13T13:52:00.000-05:002006-12-13T13:55:36.036-05:00

Dear Christmas Tree Light Manufacturers,Why do strands of lights bought years ago last so much longer than the ones I bought 1 or 2 years ago? And then why is there no conceivable way to repair them? I'm just supposed to fill up trash bags with them, dump them in a landfill and buy more?Just Wondering,Me

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1165889199807239282006-12-11T20:56:00.000-05:002006-12-11T21:06:39.820-05:00

I am a movie snob, admittedly. I don't, however state that movies I don't like are all bad. I just state that there are some movies I do not like.For example, I am not generally a fan of what most Americans consider comedies. I do love classic films with Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn. I find Monty Python amusing.So for the love of all that's in glorious black and white, would someone explain

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1165716680946100522006-12-09T20:54:00.000-05:002006-12-09T21:11:20.966-05:00

I saw a man today, walking down the sidewalk, on a side street toward downtown. He had a metal halo around his head, secured by long metal rods that ran from his head down to a brace around the base of his neck. I think the halo was bolted into his skull. He was smoking a cigarette and walking away from the hospital.It reminded me that one year in high school, one of my classmates' car hit a tree

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1165609853504167572006-12-08T15:27:00.000-05:002006-12-08T15:30:53.506-05:00

I wonder if there is any correlation between the number of television advertisements for diamonds and the television advertisements for anti-depressants?And if so, are the meds for the women who won't be getting the diamonds, or the men who feel obligated to buy them?Or for those of us inundated by the unreasonable expectations we may feel placed upon us by too many family obligations/competition

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1164896395099719642006-11-30T09:18:00.000-05:002006-11-30T09:25:02.510-05:00

Here comes the "lake effect snow"!!!I suppose I should be grateful that it didn't start sooner nor hamper my holiday travel plans last week.And if I don't like the snow, I should just get the heck out of dodge, right?I know, I know...

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1164836534706058132006-11-29T16:41:00.000-05:002006-11-29T16:42:14.706-05:00

Having one's beau begin a conversation with "Don't panic, but I have something to tell you..."is NOT a pleasant feeling.*sigh*

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1164722556368062142006-11-28T08:55:00.000-05:002006-11-28T09:02:36.416-05:00

Some general observations.Family holidays can be really competitive. People are already trying to out-do one another with perspective gifts.My niece is full of baby magic. She has the power to transform moods and attitudes with a smile.Going to the zoo is fun even when you can't feed the goats.Sometimes being too big to climb on the toys at playland is as frustrating as being too small

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1164210948798108182006-11-22T10:49:00.000-05:002006-11-22T10:55:48.816-05:00

My grandfather is in a nursing home. The building used to be a school. I was really happy to be able to visit him without a lot of other relatives telling me when to come and go and what to bring. My sister and I brought him restaurant take out BBQ and some beer. I'll admit I felt like I was "breaking the rules" bringing that six pack in there. I carried it on my right side, trying to shield it

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1163003807509765732006-11-08T11:32:00.000-05:002006-11-08T11:36:47.510-05:00

Voting is such a multi-faceted experience. I'm still constantly amazed at how many people standing in line with me don't know where they are supposed to vote, or how they are supposed to vote or what they are really voting for.I'm pleased they show up and everything, but it's hard for me to understand them not putting a touch of personal responsibility behind what they are doing. They could pick

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1162687929225354082006-11-04T19:43:00.000-05:002006-11-04T19:52:09.226-05:00

I hate that once a month my emotions get out of control.I hate that the cashier at the grocery store called the women in front of me with their heads, faces, arms and legs covered "foreigners" and was irritated by them.I hate that I can't separate certain actors with details I know about them.I hate that I'll have to watch every single thing I eat for the rest of my life.I hate that I eat for

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1162171731388200712006-10-29T20:28:00.000-05:002006-10-29T20:43:46.190-05:00

"You aren't going to wear that to church?" she asked, a little nervous.I didn't bother to tell her I didn't go to church anymore, only when she asked me to join them when I was visiting."No, Grandma, I won't." I said.My beloved Grandma died a little over a year ago. I can remember trying on dressy fancy hats at JC Penney's with her once when I was in high school.My heart still misses her and I

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1161790739045735362006-10-25T11:32:00.000-04:002006-10-25T11:38:59.046-04:00

I'll admit I'm completely amused that I stayed on the treadmill for 40 minutes instead of the usual 20 because the TV attached to the treadmill (that's right in front of my face) that was installed a few weeks ago is now hooked up to cable.It's still a bit painful with my runner's knee to maintain a consistent speed and incline. I can't vouch that my heart rate was up the whole time, but I was on

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1161700163275375742006-10-24T10:19:00.000-04:002006-10-30T10:44:07.203-05:00

Collecting. It's an interesting eye into people you know (and people you don't). Have you ever been to a show, a gathering, a convention or group of people with similar interests that you may not share? Not likely, if you don't share it, you probably wouldn't spend the time.I think it's interesting though, to take on even for the day, a mantle of "outsider looking in" to something a good, dear

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1161266201191237172006-10-19T09:50:00.000-04:002006-10-19T09:56:41.193-04:00

Feeling like a feeble old lady this morning with numbness in my hands and fingers and joints aching all over the place.Great.But I did do a workout last night to make up for blowing off Tuesday.And totally hooked on Lost, but more importantly the psychological underpinnings they seem to be focusing on just now. Which for me, who analyzes everything, is absolutely a match made in heaven. I get

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1161187714483099202006-10-18T12:06:00.000-04:002006-10-18T12:08:34.483-04:00

Signposts marking the passage of time. Anniversaries, birthdays, friends and relatives celebrating, children growing older.I feel happier, more content, more settled and just basically pleased with life in general than ever a time I can recall in the past.I don't love my job, I don't live in the same town as my boyfriend, I don't even have a house.There were things I thought I'd need to feel the

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1160959654714328972006-10-15T20:42:00.000-04:002006-10-15T20:47:34.736-04:00

Sometimes I go for weeks without an inkling of a clue. I need some signpost to point me in a direction. I need some semblance of a sign that there is a reason to go on in the world full of people that make me crazy.If a community can create a fund for the children of the man who killed their own children, THAT is forgiveness. That is what those of us who believe in a higher power strive for. But

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1160513357564304412006-10-10T16:47:00.000-04:002006-10-10T16:49:17.566-04:00

I'm tired of letting my battle of the bulge get the better of me. I'm tired of quieting my whiny moods with food. I'm tired of feeling like Jabba the Hut.I'm still working out, and mostly going through the motions of sticking to my eating plan.I'm not giving up, though.Just too dang stubborn. I can beat this thing.

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1159882447935961982006-10-03T08:46:00.000-04:002006-10-03T09:34:07.996-04:00

I learn new things about being part of a couple all the time.I learn that we don't always have the same idea of how to spend a sunny Saturday afternoon. I learn that we don't always want to eat the same thing for dinner. I learn that we have different ideas of entertainment. I learn our need for sleep often vastly differs, as does our sleep schedule.I also learn that we can still connect on new

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1158763238712480752006-09-20T10:38:00.000-04:002006-09-20T10:40:38.713-04:00

It's baby fever around here where I work. Some of the women are new grandmothers. That's wonderful for them, and they are so excited, and that's great, but can we PLEASE talk about something else?I know maybe I'm feeling left out of the conversation because I don't have labor stories, hospital stories, nor what I craved when I was pregnant stories. Frankly, I'm glad for those things, thank you

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1158238517448959442006-09-14T08:42:00.000-04:002006-09-14T08:55:17.460-04:00

Things must be looking up for me. I look around my apartment and see what needs cleaning. I was too tired to do most of it last night, but I started picking up the big pieces.I even made the bed this morning!This morning, I notice the return, albeit tentatively, the return of my friend the sun.yay.It's going to be a long winter. Maybe I'll break down and get one of those light box things. They

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1158064653689876112006-09-12T08:30:00.000-04:002006-09-12T08:37:33.690-04:00

Is it just me, or does it seem like all these "news" shows are trying to make more "news" by talking about their own personnel changes?Jeez, people leave jobs and take new ones every day for more money or opportunity. Get over yourselves.Oh, and by the way, some celebrity offspring photo shoot is not "news" either. There was a day when this type of stuff was reserved for those entertainment

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1157981296837813262006-09-11T09:15:00.000-04:002006-09-11T09:28:16.850-04:00

I'm so not ready for winter. This past weekend was rainy, damp, gray and chilly. All the fun of a taste of winter in the not yet fall! Thanks!My bones ached, my mood went south, my interest in things normal to me, my motivation, all gone.Sitting on the couch watching Miami Ink seemed like a good idea.I came to the conclusion then that I feel about tattoos the way I do about mini-skirts. They may

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1157741545567213902006-09-08T14:46:00.000-04:002006-09-08T14:52:25.570-04:00

In my little world, I believe being mad is better than being sad. It signals to me that I am moving out of the darkness and dealing with my feelings. It's a wound healing. It's the bad stuff draining out.Not everyone agrees with me though.I grew up being ashamed of and hiding most of my feelings. Girls aren't supposed to get angry. Ah, but they do. I spent a whole year a while back just being

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1157645905568749682006-09-07T12:10:00.000-04:002006-09-07T12:18:25.570-04:00

So, some toluene heptane and acetone xylene got into the ventilation system where I work.Evacuation followed by people going to the hospital.Makes me wonder, though, just how safe is it in here now, the next day?Reason #612 to eitherA) run away and live in the woods as my beau suggests ORB) buy a private island and move there, as my sister and her hubby plan to.

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1157471215527364432006-09-05T11:41:00.000-04:002006-09-05T11:46:55.530-04:00

Many good things.long weekendsWeddingsdancing to 80's music with my 19 month old niecechocolatered wine75 degree days in Northern Michigan even though the trees are starting to changean omelet at a "Hole in the Wall" breakfast jointstaying in a hotel room upstairs from the reception of said weddingblowing bubblesseeing a lake from one's window in the morningan entire day of sitting on the couch,

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1157115673648678222006-09-01T08:54:00.000-04:002006-09-01T09:01:13.660-04:00

Trying to keep my mind on the good stuff. And that theory that you can choose to be happy?Bunk. Especially if you aren't really sure why things seem to suck so much.Fake it til you make it, that's my current method. If I pretend I'm happy then maybe I'll start to believe it. Isn't that like lying, though?It's just regular life angst stuff. Nothing can change it, it is what it is. I just have to

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1157043291960234872006-08-31T12:54:00.000-04:002006-09-05T11:49:46.906-04:00

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1157038924934105422006-08-31T11:27:00.000-04:002006-08-31T11:42:04.953-04:00

Let me just say that co-workers who bring in bumper crops of tomatoes ROCK. A few weeks ago it was regular sized tomatoes and grape tomatoes. Perfect for roasted veggie pasta and out-of-hand snacking, respectively. This week, it's cherry tomatoes, but the size of golf balls!! I sprayed them with balsamic vinegar spray-on dressing (what a great idea!!) and added salt and pepper. It was the perfect

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1156770462354217712006-08-28T09:03:00.000-04:002006-08-28T09:07:42.356-04:00

Another day, another dollar as they say. Who are "they" anyway?Working to overcome my moods that seem to overcome me lately. Not sure why that is, can't really pinpoint anything out of the ordinary normal everyday crud. One has to wonder, is there an everyday crud threshold? Is there a buildup factor? Do I need scrubbing bubbles for the everyday crud?Seems like it.Where the heck did the summer go

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1156695804889023192006-08-27T12:10:00.000-04:002006-08-27T12:23:24.906-04:00

New self-challenge. To embark on thrift shopping. Haven't been in any type of thrift store since Halloween costume shopping in high school. Nothing would fit me. Discouraging. Disorgaznized.Now I want to raid at least 4 places near work, learn the layout, see what they have. The goal is to try to find holiday gifts there. Also other items, like household and kitchen things I can use. I hate

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1156509642302853512006-08-25T08:27:00.000-04:002006-08-25T08:40:42.316-04:00

I wish they made sippy cups for adults. I had an incident with my coffee this morning getting out of the car with pot luck supplies in hand.Maybe it would have helped had I tightened the lid on my travel coffee cup.Operator error.At least it's Friday!

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1156437345272703282006-08-24T12:30:00.000-04:002006-08-24T12:35:45.273-04:00

Ever notice one person's idea of "good food" or a "great restaurant" is radically different from one's own?Maybe I have high standards, and I do cook a lot, but I find most places to be overrated. People will rave on about a certain new place (until a newer one opens up) and go on and on about it. I'll go there, and say, eh, it's okay.I seriously doubt anyone in most of western Michigan has had

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1156348688625444392006-08-23T11:53:00.000-04:002006-08-23T11:58:08.636-04:00

Not feeling overly inspired lately.Though this morning the willpower it took to put a small bag of M&M's on someone else's desk was enormous. I'm proud of myself for that. I have grapes, yummy red seedless grapes. Never ate them as a kid, so grew up thinking I didn't like them. Amazing how they can have a completely different taste.I had forgotten how good working out with the Nautilus equipment

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1155909419096804432006-08-18T08:44:00.000-04:002006-08-18T09:56:59.160-04:00

I'm sitting here at work listening to some women down the aisle laugh really hard. They keep saying "oh Gary", to this man who must be saying or doing something funny. I can't hear him, though.All of a sudden, it popped into my head why I, the meek and mild 7th grader that I used to be, got in trouble in Mrs. Partlow's class all the time for talking. John Hardwick who sat near me used to make me

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1155820704583888712006-08-17T09:14:00.000-04:002006-08-17T09:18:24.583-04:00

I feel sad and depressed, but I still have hope.All along my path of life, I look back and realize hope was always there. Even when things seemed their darkest, shards of hope remained. Somehow I was able to gather them together and move along.I've been through darker days than this. But having moved into the light, when the darkness approaches, I worry that that was the last of the light I'd

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1155747152621169612006-08-16T12:45:00.000-04:002006-08-16T12:52:32.633-04:00

Evidently disagreeing with a group, asking for ideas to compromise and agreeing to disagree means one "has issues".In the end, I persevered, though. Because excluding people is never a good idea.Maybe this committee I'm on at work pushes the buttons of high school where I was often excluded. Or perhaps there are too many strata of employees of who reports to who. I just think if we are doing

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1155645131844186602006-08-15T08:20:00.000-04:002006-08-15T08:32:11.863-04:00

I have to wonder, is life really complicated or do we bungle it up ourselves?I think it would be simpler to live in a different place for me, closer to those I care for, but I can always find an excuse not to move. I think it would be great to have a different job, but I get in a comfort zone (rut) and can't seem to get the oomph to get out.I see those around me who have far more complexity and

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1155558837553807912006-08-14T08:22:00.000-04:002006-08-14T08:33:57.566-04:00

Trying to snap out of the blues I feel coming around me.Went to a really interesting Celtic Festival where two of my friends had a psychic reading/tarot card/fortune teller thing. I didn't really have anything to ask, so I abstained. They both seemed to have interesting experiences, one of them having to call the woman back because what they needed to talk about was going to take too much time

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1155301476643446652006-08-11T08:56:00.000-04:002006-08-11T09:04:36.646-04:00

Some days it's just not worth the makeup.I have a lot to say about work and what it's worth and how I feel about it. Thing is, if I write it all down here, it might just make it feel worse.I try to keep a good positive attitude. I try to realize what I do is important somewhere, to someone. I try to do my best each day.When you have the type of job though were the only reward for hard work is

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1155217332081735972006-08-10T09:38:00.000-04:002006-08-10T09:42:12.083-04:00

Usually there is all manner of festivals around here in the summer. A Polish Festival, a German Festival, an Italian Festival....food and random items for sale along with music and great people watching. Sadly, most of them have been canceled for lack of money. Usually the city kicks in some stuff for free, and what with the state clamping down on funds, the city has to as well.I understand the

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1155130132341072652006-08-09T09:25:00.000-04:002006-08-09T09:28:52.343-04:00

Yesterday I voted in the primary election. It wasn't a huge monster deal. At 7:15 pm when the polls were only open for another 45 minutes, I was voter #100.That's a shame. Also a shame was the young woman trying to vote and looking puzzled at the ballot because some of the names she'd been told of weren't on it. All the education we are doing just isn't enough. But, sometimes people don't take

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1154954541141396132006-08-07T08:37:00.000-04:002006-08-07T08:42:21.143-04:00

I miss buying school supplies. They are having a donation program here at work though. But *I* want new pens too!I wish I knew why I keep watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition. It only makes me cry. It's good they do what they do, but is it just contrived to make me feel better by watching it though I didn't do anything? A big network and big department store did. Maybe it makes THEM feel better

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1154694729851431582006-08-04T08:26:00.000-04:002006-08-04T08:32:09.853-04:00

I wonder if everyone has days when they just want to give up. I am sure they do, but most people don't likely dwell on it or think about it too much.I see trash on the ground around my apartment that I usually pick up. People are pigs. "Hey, that's my front yard!" , I think to myself. Today, feeling defeated I just thought, they'll do it again tomorrow anyway...I just feel tired, kind of "beaten"

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1154545139318071392006-08-02T14:49:00.000-04:002006-08-02T14:58:59.320-04:00

Does food equal love because that's how it worked when I was young?Eating certain things I enjoy is a pleasure. Sunday it was biscuits. Today it was kibbee and tabooli. It's not just "comfort foods" nor foods that are just bad for me. Though Dove dark chocolate is always love.I am part Italian, Polish, German and English, while being Lebanese via osmosis. Almost any ethnicity shows love with food

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1154436644468627602006-08-01T08:49:00.000-04:002006-08-01T08:50:44.466-04:00

Yes, it's "fry an egg on the sidewalk" hot. I saw them do it on the news this morning.I'm grateful for air conditioning at home and a job where I can work inside, sitting down, sipping coffee and be a bit chilly in my sleeveless shirt.*counts her blessings*

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1154351892720739992006-07-31T09:13:00.000-04:002006-07-31T09:18:12.723-04:00

I really try to keep my life as drama-free as possible. Others around me don't, though.I find that dealing with them, listening to them, trying to help and support them when they want it but NOT saying nor doing anything when they don't is exhausting.Some people I know have drama thrust upon them whether or not they want it or mire themselves in decisions that bring it on. Some though, seem to

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1154106094985967672006-07-28T12:43:00.000-04:002006-07-28T13:01:35.643-04:00

No matter how hard I try to shield myself from the undercurrent of emphasis on weight (or lack thereof), it still manifests itself.Most of the time I'm happy with myself just the way I am at this moment. Most of the time I like me. I am, however, a work in progress. Not to be a certain weight, nor a certain size, but to be healthier.It's just frustrating some days, most days. To be barraged. I

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1153918259746379762006-07-26T08:18:00.000-04:002006-07-26T08:50:59.840-04:00

This morning on my way to work, I was driving behind one of those lawn care company trucks. There is usually a pick-up truck with an open trailer bearing the tools of the trade. This one was different, though. It was an enclosed trailer, the kind that reminded me of a horse trailer.Imagine a lawn care company arriving to cut your grass, trim the hedges, etc. Instead of mowers and edgers and weed

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1153835044633309312006-07-25T08:43:00.000-04:002006-07-25T09:44:04.740-04:00

I wonder how much of the day-to-day interactions most of us are involved in are reactionary, habitual, and how much is consciously trying to be heartfelt and thoughtful.How many of us are going through the motions?I, for one, today seem to be short of patience as I was yesterday, mostly with stupidity brought on by lack of communication. It's work related and it won't change. But if people's

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1153747035176412382006-07-24T09:14:00.000-04:002006-07-24T09:17:15.176-04:00

The conversations I had with my beau this past weekend ranged from the difference between knowledge and wisdom, to the difference between navy beans, pea beans and great northern beans.Yes, we can talk about anything!Gosh how I love that man.*smiles like a besotted teenager*PS. Lady in the Water is an amazing movie! I'm sure most of the general viewers won't get it, but they won't likely see it

coleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13560063898049974832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593430.post-1153675541694642772006-07-23T13:13:00.000-04:002006-07-23T13:25:41.786-04:00

I've often found that most films that pass for comedy these days are ones I simply don't find amusing.I used to wonder, is that because I don't "get" the joke? Is it directed at a younger crowd? What am I missing?I think I don't get the joke because I just have a higher expectation than fart jokes and making fun of someone, or laughing at someone else's expense. (I always identify with the

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Ever notice when someone uses the word "but" in a sentence, you can pretty much ignore everything they said right before it?I hate to bother you, but...I really like you, but...That's a nice sweater, but...I know you're busy, but..wouldn't life be so much simpler if people just said what they thought, or asked what they wanted to ask?Many people don't appreciate directness, though. When they ask

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I heard a story on the news this morning about a company that employs a "result oriented work environment".In other words, workers aren't restricted by specific work hours or times or blocks of time they must devote to tasks. They don't need to ask permission to take off early or come in late or go hiking. All that matters is that the tasks be completed.And the employer has reported not only a

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I bought some awesome Michigan blueberries a couple of weekends ago at the farmer's market and JUST only finished eating them. Super yummy and I love how the local stuff lasts longer. Duh, it doesn't have to travel so far to get TO me!The grocery store had Michigan blueberries this past weekend for 99 cents a pint (I miss the cent symbol key that used to be on typewriters) and made 6 lovely jars

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Not much insightful I can think to say.Ever notice how few people really go out of their way to do a small kindness? Like, Sunday I picked up a kid's sandal who had kicked it off while his cell-phone-engrossed mother pushed him around the store. It would have likely been lost, or by the time she noticed, she would have been halfway around the store, or out to the car. She barely indicated a

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I have no motivation, no energy, no desire nor commitment to even watch a movie. I seem perfectly content to sit in the meat locker cooled room, covered by a blankie, changing channels from nothing to nothing.It's not normal for me, and it frightens me a little. Then again, this hasn't been a normal couple of weeks, and it's friggin' 90+ degrees outside.The bathroom won't clean itself, however.

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I'm still learning about the power of the mind-body connection. It's amazing to me that over a period of stressful time, how the muscles can actually clench onto stress, onto feelings and emotions, onto worry and fatigue. I can wake up aching all over and not really know why. Then when those feelings have release, or fear is relieved, how the body can make all sorts of signs of this.I cry. I cry

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Been gone from computer land a while.My boyfriend was in town, and we like to spend time together as much as possible because he doesn't live here.My dad had major surgery. I had no idea how tired I would get from waiting.I'm glad my niece was around though, to make the time pass faster with smiles.I took my beau to see Willie Nelson, one of his very favorites. That was truly wonderful, sharing

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Once I took a tour of the Kennedy Space Center. It was kind of boring because there weren't any launches or anything. Just buses taking us out to patches of dirt where rockets had been or would be launched. I do recall one of the burners being bigger around than I am tall. That gave me a tiny inkling to the vast scale of things, especially parts of the rocket that wind up being shed as it

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When I did an internship at the Art Institute of Chicago, there was a student exhibit that had one piece that consisted of an American flag laying on the floor. I didn't see it myself, but I heard people talking about it all the time. It was on the news. The flag was placed in such a way that to read the caption, one had to step on the flag.Now, I'm not super patriotic, but smart enough to figure

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