Speaking of shirts, one of my kids from our Collaborative Kids Project (a project of a non-profit I'm on the board of) wore this shirt to Friday's workshop:
He's one smart kid! Had I thought to trade my sister for a video game, I would have had a much happier childhood and would be a much happier adult.
Why? I'm so happy you asked!
(1) My sister with her golden curly locks and naturally sweet disposition, was my parents' favorite (not that I blame them, for I was a surly and depressed child), and most of my time as a child was consumed with revenge or up-staging. Since I was more talented in Revenge, I got in trouble A LOT.
(2) My hand-eye coordination would be much better than it is today, and I have a theory that this skill adds bulk to the Multi-Tasking gene. Mine is seriously atrophied.
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I love broccoli and beets. (Don't worry, I only eat this way when I'm cooking for myself. When I have guests over for dinner I add green beans to the menu.) I found a way to save dishes and water: I steam the broccoli over cooking beets!
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Did I clear out the room yet? I hope not, because I'm really not as boring as I appear. (Well, I am, but please don't tell anyone.)
Last night was my meditation teacher's 50th birthday and he wanted to play pool. I haven't played in 12 or 15 years, and after the fun I had last night I'm wondering, "Why not???"
I rocked last night, thanks to beginner's luck. I won 2 out of 2 games!
My final and winning shot!
My teacher trying his best to distract me.*Sigh*
What am I going to do with him?
I know: Kick his enlightened ass in pool!
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*What was I thinking when I wrote this? I should be asking, where I can find a trophy husband.
Don't get me wrong. I'd be content with the shirt, too. Just not as much. Something tells me it doesn't have a strong shoulder to cry on, and it wouldn't be a lively dance partner... although it might tolerate the dry spin cycle of the washing machine better than a man, but who knows? Maybe my future trophy husband can handle all of the wash and dry cycles (as well as permanent stains) life throws his way and remain comfy like my favorite pair of jeans.
*What was I thinking when I wrote this? I should be asking, where I can find a trophy husband.
Don't get me wrong. I'd be content with the shirt, too. Just not as much. Something tells me it doesn't have a strong shoulder to cry on, and it wouldn't be a lively dance partner... although it might tolerate the dry spin cycle of the washing machine better than a man, but who knows? Maybe my future trophy husband can handle all of the wash and dry cycles (as well as permanent stains) life throws his way and remain comfy like my favorite pair of jeans.
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I grew up in the era of the Atari Home Console ... commodore 64 came in when I was 13 maybe... don't now that I would have actually traded my siblings for any game on that... none was good enough!!
Well this is a nice blog you've got here. I do one too: gledwood2.blogspot.com. Very different to yours though. You are most welcome to visit if you like.
All the best now
Gledwood
Are those caned beets or fresh ones? I would like to try fresh beets, but I hate caned ones.
Gledwood: Thank you and welcome to my blog.
MT: It's a secret, but I'll share it with you. Elves. Magic elves.
Ookami Snow: They are canned beets! Fresh beets taste much better, but they take a long time to cook.
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