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Not living up to my potential: July 2008
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Not living up to my potential. Monday, July 7, 2008. Who is that old lady in the mirror? Funny thing about getting older - you don't actually feel. Older, you just look. Older Most of the time I still feel like I'm about 13 - it's so unfair to have the inadequate, clueless, insecure personality of a 13 year old and the wrinkles, sags and gray hair of an old person. Then I could be a little (not), old (maybe), retired lady too. Wahoo! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Woo Woo Woo Woman!
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Not living up to my potential: She Can't Find Her Keys, or...I Won't Grow Up.
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Not living up to my potential. Saturday, September 7, 2013. She Can't Find Her Keys, or.I Won't Grow Up. I am very bad at being a grown up. So I was looking for a set of keys, and I pulled out tons of stuff. Now my purse looked like a circus clown car, or a magician's pocket - just wads and wads of stuff in a never ending series of receipts, gum wrappers, notes to myself, envelopes, unpaid bills, paid bills, business cards, empty gum cartons, candy wrappers, and. She said, in her entitlement tone of voic...
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Not living up to my potential: January 2009
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Not living up to my potential. Thursday, January 29, 2009. 24 - my way. I ordered an item from Amazon and forgot to check the shipping address. So the item sat around at the wrong address for five days while we fumed and fussed and wondered where it was. I wanted to use a particular flannel board set for a storytime, but the set was not in the file, and I have not been able to find it. We opened up a jar of newly purchased jam to find mold on the top. Links to this post. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. A life...
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Not living up to my potential: Soul Quilter
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Not living up to my potential. Monday, January 12, 2015. There were hours, oh, long hours, when I lay on the couch in a stupor, and I wondered - what am I doing here? Here meaning, being alive. (I'm trying not to sound trite or cheesy, or overly dramatic; unless you've experienced depression first hand, it's nearly impossible to convey how it feels, although Ally of Hyperbole and a Half does a pretty good job in her post " Adventures in Depression. In the quilts I see today there is such an effort toward...
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Not living up to my potential: December 2008
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Not living up to my potential. Wednesday, December 31, 2008. Two of the comments on the Project 17o7 site stated that there were other people who were more deserving of help than my family. I agree. My family has some problems, but compared to many others, we have just been greatly inconvenienced. We are comfortable, well fed, and working toward making our life better. Another family in our community was recently burned out of their home. Their home is a complete loss. Native Americans in South Dakota.
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Not living up to my potential: January 2010
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Not living up to my potential. Monday, January 18, 2010. I hate it when I'm cooking eggs, how it sometimes smells like burnt hair. I once caught my hair on fire, in my college dorm room. I had lit several candles in an effort to. Panic as I slap my hair between the palms of my hands. Charred hair remnants littered my bedspread. So romantic. And speaking of scorched, I once put eggs in a pot of water to boil, then yawned and lay down for a nap. Did I mention I am not a good cook? One Christmas Eve I was f...
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Not living up to my potential: December 2009
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Not living up to my potential. Thursday, December 10, 2009. This poem was written in December of 2007, at the end of a year in which I had slipped several times on ice and injured myself, my house caught on fire and my mother had a massive stroke. I recently re-discovered this poem on my computer. To live is to be vulnerable. I'm afraid of the ice. I'm afraid of getting hurt. My mother, once so strong and fearless, a lioness, a bitch,. Lies wounded, helpless. Frail, broken, she cries out. With good deeds;.
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Not living up to my potential: September 2010
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Not living up to my potential. Friday, September 3, 2010. I used to be , but now I'm . I've been reading the book Spook. And I could tell Mary Roach about two stories from my own American circle of family and friends that point to a possibility of reincarnation. When I was about 13, my stepdad, Jack Hafner, told me a story about his best friend, Ernie Eineman. I knew Ernie. Before Jack and my mother married, Jack and Ernie shared a house. Should they have watched him more carefully? My second reincarnati...
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Not living up to my potential: March 2008
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Not living up to my potential. Wednesday, March 12, 2008. My grandson, Guthrie. Will be one year old next week, March 19. It has been a momentous year in many ways, and Guthrie has been the shining, redeeming star. A few days after his birth I had the privilege of staying with my daughter and her family in Brooklyn. Here is a diary entry from that trip:. I am in Brooklyn! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Woo Woo Woo Woman! I write a group of blogs both personal and professional.
