Mr. Rogers Fights Fair

Posted on July 16, 2010. Filed under: cartoon, funny, humor, self-awareness | Tags: , , , , , , , , , |

Mr. Rogers was quite possibly the most congruent person of our time.

Thanks to xkcd.com for the image.

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Time Don’t Wait For No One

Posted on September 13, 2009. Filed under: writing | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

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My Grandfather, who was a WWII Vet, had this saying, “Time Don’t Wait For No One” .  Although it drove me nuts, I knew what he meant. It was typically announced when I was either putting something off or taking too long to get ready. Still it always made me pause and think that’s one crazy ass statement. As I get older some how it resonates.  The following is a sweet perspective on just that.

“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”
— Mark Z. Danielewski (House of Leaves)

Thanks to good reads for the quote

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Erase Your Fears

Posted on June 30, 2009. Filed under: mental health, photo, random, self-awareness | Tags: , , , , , , , , , |

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This is a great concept! We  are all afraid of something.

Thanks to Amo Life for the image.

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Do You Deserve Pain?

Posted on June 29, 2009. Filed under: mental health, photo, self-awareness | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , |

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Some of us need this reminder more than others.

Thanks to Solecism at Flickr who posted this and I can read at tumblr for reposting the image.

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Would You Do It For A Dollar?

Posted on May 8, 2009. Filed under: humor, video | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

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This is an old joke but still funny.

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Duct Tape Can Fix Anything

Posted on April 11, 2009. Filed under: humor | Tags: , , , , , |

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Thanks to Rock Paper Cynic

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If The Government Ran Valentine’s Day

Posted on February 12, 2009. Filed under: humor, love, romance | Tags: , , , , , |

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Thanks to Buzz Feed for the document.

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Love The Most Beautiful Form Of Insanity

Posted on December 29, 2008. Filed under: family, happiness, life, love, mental health, romance, writing | Tags: , , |

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When you haven’t been in love since forever it can seem nearly like a myth. Then from out of no where it hits you, and it is the most beautiful form of insanity you could never imagine. The poem below reminds me of this and much more….sigh


A Little Love Poem by Andy Weaver

Someone who hates scrabble.Someone who sleeps on her back near an open window in winter, her breath rolling like a river into night.

Someone who wants me to wake her in the morning by reading ee cummings’ love poems, giving a small candle-flicker of a smile just before opening her eyes.

Someone who appreciates the architecture of churches, but refuses to step inside.

Someone who has hands fit to hold hurt sparrows and robins.

Someone who threw out an her Alice Cooper records when she found out he loves to golf.

Someone who would swerve a new car into the ditch to avoid a frog crossing the road.

Someone who would tattoo my name on her arm in writing the same colour as her skin, so it would appear slowly from nowhere when she suntanned, people thinking her blood was telling secrets to the world of its own accord.

Someone who learned Spanish to read Marquez, or Lorca, or Neruda.

Someone whose hips whisper their own stories of the serpent and the garden of Eden.

Someone who bites the back of my neck like a leopardess carrying her kitten to safety.

Someone who’ll make me wait for her to come out of the shower.

Someone whose smallest movements amaze me: her hair falling over her eyes, the soft swell of her hips when she ties down, a deep sigh when she sleeps.

Someone who maps every ticklish part of my body and then uses her knowledge strictly for evil.

Someone who paints our bodies black and makes love with me under the stars.

Someone who burns through my chest like that first shot of scotch.

Someone whose tongue, if we’re kept apart too long, would nervously trace my face into the roof of her mouth.

Someone who practises her signature with her wrong hand, in case of accidents or a sudden arrest.

Someone whose fingrnails smell faintly of her hair.

Someone who reminds me of the soft tickle of fog.

Someone who would rush outside in the middle of the night, setting a spider onto the lawn, never admitting it’s because she hates rain.

Someone who understands the unforgivable importance of ravens.

Someone wholl flicker into my lips with the ferocity of a dragonfly.

Someone who will open, thick, pungent and vital, like a Mapplethorpe flower.

Someone who has searched for me like a near-sighted woman groping for her glasses, stubbing her toes and swearing in Yiddish.

Someone who would understand why Steve and Dave and Paul and I sat in a bar staring at the mirror behind us for twenty minutes because somebody had asked what would happen if you looked at yourself in a mirror using a pair of binoculars unti1 we had to admit the question was too big for us, and we turned back to the safe optics of the beer bottle.

Someone who would just happen to cut my wrist shortly after reading Ondaatje’s “The Time Around Scars. ”

Someone who’ll stare softly but straight at me, smiling reassuringly when I tell her how my 73 year old Medieval lit prof looked up from Chaucer, stared blankly over the class’s heads and said that even the happiest marriage will end in death.

Someone who understands the efficiency inherent in suicide.

Someone who knows that love can be the thickest slice of hell we’ll ever taste.

Someone who would dance with me by the sides of highways.

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Do You Ever Coordinate Your Clothes?

Posted on December 27, 2008. Filed under: funny, humor, life, parenting, psychology, writing | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

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I don’t mean for your self that is a  no brainier, but I mean for your entire family?  I just went t0 dinner with a bunch, seven, friends and about half admitted to on a regular basis color and or style coordination.  I was in shock and awe. Yeah I know shock and awe, but I was, so what s the word bird……Like what the F…  Okay for pictures with a photographer, but just to go to dinner? Honestly I have never considered it.  One very good friend admitted to getting mad if her husband refuses to coordinate.

They all said assuredly, I do not, could not, would not, and should not….Ha ha “You are just lucky if you and your family make it to the car for the outing”.  I so had to laugh cause well it is true.   But then I got kinda pissed since that seems true but highly insulting. They collectively decided I am just too free spirited to do that.

Yup that me just way too free spirited, so I’m the crazy one.

Do you coordinate?

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Why I am a better cook than my husband

Posted on December 2, 2008. Filed under: cooking, family, humor | Tags: , , , , |

I follow directions.

I measure exactly.

I clean as I go.

I use a timer.

Mostly since I don’t freakn’ think I know everything.

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