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simplicity: You know those non-linear movies?
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Tuesday, February 4, 2014. You know those non-linear movies? The one where the plot jumps back and forth? That would make too much sense. So instead I will post them according to the memories I want to revisit. Or according to other less exciting variables like what pictures on my computer are the easiest to access. The beach. We went for a jog. Water and light. I can never get enough of these two things. In San Diego you can't not talk about the food. ...
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simplicity: Dreams
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Monday, March 11, 2013. Last night I had a dream I was an ant in North Korea. It's oppressive there. Even for ants. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). O Remember, Remember. Members all over the world! Simple template. Template images by Mikey Man.
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simplicity: October 2012
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Monday, October 15, 2012. Too much to do. Results in me purchasing music that I have longed to buy for years. Thanks Roxy for the reminder. Hopefully the loveliness of this score will help me focus on the tasks at hand. Saturday, October 13, 2012. As hot tubbing season approaches. He gave me a green sweater to wear when we ate soup outside one night on a golf course. I kept the sweater hoping that I would never have to return it with the obligatory box ...
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simplicity: June 2012
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Monday, June 25, 2012. How I wish you were here. Let's see now, what year are you in school? Who did they want to date? If they ever did their homework on time? Did they procrastinate like me? How did they know what they wanted from this life? What did they think when I was born? Were they ready to be parents? Will I ask them? Will they ever tell me without me asking? Http:/ phyllisthomson.blogspot.com/. Thursday, June 21, 2012. Road I drive on everyday?
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simplicity: April 2012
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Monday, April 30, 2012. A love affair with olive oil. When does a love of olive oil go too far? Surely it is perfectly acceptable to use as salad dressing. And it is not too abnormal to dip your Mom's homemade bread in it with a little balsamic vinger. What about putting a little bit of it in your hair to use as a moisturizer? I have done all three things this week. Now I just need to use it as a beauty product. This lovely lady swears by it:. I have studie...
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simplicity: Honeymooners
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Tuesday, November 12, 2013. I want to have a record of my life. I want to record all the things I see and feel and experience. this is a daunting task. Blogs can help a little. So in the words of Maria in the Sound of Music "Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start.". I was so excited! When we arrived to San Diego, I can't remember when Shea told me, but he told me we were leaving on a cruise to the Mexican Riviera. I was so excited!
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simplicity: April 2013
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Thursday, April 18, 2013. She was there. And why would we make everyone standout in the cold December day if we did not want a picture of all of them? The sense of smell is tied to the memory. Turns out they are processed in the same place in the brain. Memory and smell. I jogged past an elementary school and the smell was very familiar. How could that be? I thought. Why blue? I am still sad about the pictures, Texas, and being sick, and I feel overwhelmed ...
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simplicity: Three days.
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Monday, December 17, 2012. Till I say yes to this fellow:. I adore him. He makes me so happy. He makes me want to be a better person. We laugh lots together. And we love the same things. Plus he is just so handsome. I am a blessed woman. Jaime Van Hoose Steele. February 5, 2013 at 9:17 AM. I love these photos! You are a beautiful bride! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). O Remember, Remember. Members all over the world!
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simplicity: September 2012
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Wednesday, September 19, 2012. One nice thing about graduate school. You have a good enough relationship with your professors to merit an email that is solely composed of a smiley face. Thursday, September 13, 2012. I miss being silly with my favorite Aubs. Thank heavens for technology that lets us still goof around! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). One nice thing about graduate school. O Remember, Remember. Members all over the world!
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simplicity: "The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls." Picasso
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Words strung together like beads on a necklace. Tuesday, November 12, 2013. The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls." Picasso. I was getting better at centering and drawing up the sides of items, but then the class was over. I even made a lopsided bowl. Shea was so good! He made several bowls (although some cracked during the drying process) and had a lot of fun. Here are some pictures from the class:. Evidence of class on Shea's face. Shea's bowl ready for firing.