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Once in a while I look at my blog, and it makes me want to write. Except I don't have anything I really want to write about. I just think "Oooh, my blog! That's fun!" :) Then I check to see if anyone I used to follow is still writing, and most of you aren't writing either! - Which is not the reason I don't write. It just makes me feel less alone in my not-writing-ness! I'm not sure why I don't

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* From my Draft Folder My scalp was bothering me. I tried olive oil. It helped. 24 hours later I looked up how to get olive oil out of my hair. The answer... vinegar. All I need now is croutons.

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A woman kept yelling this at someone a few yards behind me. Eventually I glanced to see what was going on. I thought she might be annoyed with an adult who was having socialization problems now that they were no longer incarcerated, but no. The comment was directed at a child who was being too rowdy. I suppose it's no worse than saying "Stop running around like a chicken with your head cut off."

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I have over 50 unpublished posts saved to draft. Some are rants. Writing about something that irks me is easy. Publishing it, not so much. Some are rambly - You know. The ones written on days when you think "I'll just write something. That's gotta be better than nothing." - And then realize, it's not. Many are writing prompts that I had answers to but don't think they're interesting

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MeThey recognized me. That was weird. I didn't expect that. FriendWhy? MeI don't know. I only met them once, and… I don't know… I don't think of myself as being that memorable looking, that someone would remember what I looked like later. PLUS my hair was down and I was wearing totally different clothes. Last time I was wearing a headband and my hair was back in a ponytail. FriendAnd you think

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Conversation with a friend after surgery MeHow are you feeling? HerGood! Good! Except I think the meds they gave me are making me hallucinate... I keep seeing all these weird images.... like Christmas ornaments with evil muppet mouths... opening and closing.... and they're all sparkly... Really vivid! And they keep popping up... MeAre your eyes open or closed when you see these images?

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My friend's kids got a cake making kit. Guess who got to supervise? Here's how they're supposed to look And here's how they actually looked. (We liked to call this "the cheeseburger stage") The cakes were about the size of a cupcake bottom with no top, and there was more icing on these than cake, so when the kids asked if they could eat them, I said they could each have 1/4

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Been laughing at this for several weeks now. (Laughed at it again just now!) Posting this mostly for overseas readers. There's a whole series of similar commercials whose premise is to show bad ways to save money, followed by the suggestion that you save money by buying their affordable insurance instead. My other two "money saving" favorites are a couple that use a "Rescue Panther" instead of

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I have a highly intelligent friend. I believe we determined she's about 5 IQ points higher than me ;) As such, since I just mistakenly emailed her from this blog's account, I'm pretty sure she'll put things together and find me here! *waves!* So, ummmm... Hmmm... don't know what to call you... you'll have to tell me. I'll call you... "A" for the moment ;) I'm pretty sure there's nothing here

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If you visit someone frequently enough, that you leave certain belongings at their home to use when you're there, such as clothes and food, which you store in a box in the top of a closet… And if, to save space, you put oatmeal in a ziploc bag and store it in that box, along with your clothing and other items… You will end up with fabric softener flavored oatmeal. Which, having now had it for

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(Click picture to see these better) I learned something new the other day. Russian nesting dolls have identical nested dolls inside, and Ukrainian nesting dolls have dolls with different designs nested within each other. - Who knew?  The sets in this picture were 5 or 10 dolls deep. I didn't get one but I was tempted. I might the next time I see them. My favorite was when the

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Pinterest has been my "Happy Place" for a while now. I pin recipes I want to try (and have tried some!) clothing I like (which has helped me figure out specific items I wanted to buy) holiday ideas... Sometimes I just go there and look... and scroll.... and look.... and scroll... eventually I feel kinda happy. - Possibly even motivated! I've been wanting a "Recent Pins" Pinterest widget (gadget)

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* Updated with instructions for the New Blogger Interface. This post comes to you in honor of a blogging friend of mine, who deleted her blog a while ago, leaving her blog's ULR up for grabs. Said blog URL is now being used by a Prostate Cancer site. For anyone who can't figure out how to Un Follow the old site (and stop receiving daily Prostate Cancer posts in their Blogger Dashboard!) this

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From Pinterest :)

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Phone conversation with a friend after her first "pre-chemo" shave MeHow's your head feel? HerOk. Bald. MeHow's the wig? HerHot. And tight. It feels like I'm wearing a really tight hat. I have to get used to it. MeBetter than loose. I mean, you don't want it flopping around. HerYeah, but it really feels like a hat, and I have to remember it's not. I'm worried I'm going to walk

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* From an email I just sent two friends. Last night, on my way home, I came across a creepy 10 foot tree who was quietly walking up to restaurant windows, leaning down to peek inside, and scaring the crap out of people! It's dark. HE'S dark, and everyone he passed was stunned into silence or screams. I, of course, walked right up to him and started talking! Because I'm not afraid of trees OR

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I sat next to a woman today. A very intelligent, lucid, entertaining woman, who was talking about her ailments. Except she kept saying "Aliens." - I wish I'd had a tape recorder going! Her I got so many aliens... And you know, the doctors? They don't tell you about all the different aliens you got. They don't go into details about your aliens! But I got a LOT of aliens in my body.

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I have an interesting relationship with my brain. It does things that amuse and perplex me at times, and I always notice. Often I wonder if it's some kind of subconscious message. Sometimes it is. - Like when I find myself with a seemingly random song stuck in my head and realize the lyrics are relevant to something I'm going through. Today as I was walking through my home, doing nothing in

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A RelativeSo what are you going to do while I'm gone? MeI figured I'd invite all your neighbors over for a party, since I'll have the place to myself. But don't worry. I'll be sure to let them know where all the important papers and jewelry are kept so they know not to touch them. 

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A friend was just telling me about a school meeting she remembers, where a teacher was reprimanded for teaching sex education in their classroom. At the meeting, an angry parent stood up and said they didn't want their daughter in the same room as a bunch of boys while everyone was talking about their "Gentiles." Which led my friend to lean in to the person next to her and ask "What about the

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Large, vibrantly colored flowers have popped up all over since I was last here. - And I was only "last here" a month ago! I asked a friend what they were. (Because she knows everything, and seems happy to answer my never ending questions about "What's this? And this? And that thing? And that bird!" - For which I am grateful. Everyone else shrugs and says "I dunno.") "They're Hibiscus" she told

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I've figured out how to exercise one of my relatives. Say something that sounds like I'm talking about them on the phone -> They'll start tailing me as I continue talking and walking around the house from room to room. - I could keep it up for hours ;) Oh sure... you say "Evil." - I say "cardiovascular workout" :)

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As I sit here on the plane, during an unusually bumpy takeoff, I am reminded of a really bad joke: "I hope I die peacefully in my sleep, like my father. Not screaming in terror like his passengers." I am also reminded that my Dramamine is in the overhead compartment. You know, the compartment you can't open during the flight? Not much help to me there. Yes, I've already located the barf bag.

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* Edit: I have debated taking this down, but I'm going to leave it here for now. Things were very very difficult for me for several months. On the outside I was nice (I'm always nice), but I was stressed 24/7, my safety was threatened by the thoughtlessness of several different people (all unrelated!) and I was angry. I was angry all the time. I go to bed angry. I wake up angry. I calm down a

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