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jibba jabba and stinky feet: April 2009
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Jibba jabba and stinky feet. Wednesday, April 15, 2009. Easter was a lot more colorful than I'm eluding to here. In fact, I am trying to escape pastels for a bit. Black and white is what you get. Wednesday, April 08, 2009. If you think I'm lazy. And just haven't posted the dramatic conclusion of the. You're just too impatient. Keep holdin'. That's what my kid is doing. 14 days and counting. Miralax does nothing for marbles. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Randomness from my world.
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jibba jabba and stinky feet: March 2009
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Jibba jabba and stinky feet. Friday, March 27, 2009. Or, if you like: Poop Watch 2009. Someone in this house swallowed one of those metallic marbles that belong to a magnetic set. Someone. Has to find a way to collect and sort through each bowel movement. If not, the next post will be entitled, "Mega X-Ray Monday". Would make sense. I won't say who but in all his six years, he has never swallowed anything foreign. That I know of. Stay tuned. Poop Watch 2009. Monday, March 16, 2009. Milestone four: Middle...
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jibba jabba and stinky feet: June 2009
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Jibba jabba and stinky feet. Monday, June 29, 2009. RIP Mr. OxiClean. Of the recent rash of celebrity deaths, perhaps one touched our hearts and home more than the rest. The death of Mr. William Mays, pitchman for such infomercial products as OxiClean, Mighty Mendit, Mighty Putty, etc. left us with a huge hole in our hearts and a shelf full of products bearing his likeness. The middlest and oldest:. Man, you're going to be in so much trouble when Mommy sees that stain on your shirt.". You broke my toy!
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Journal of an Inept Haus Frau
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April 3rd, 2013 (12:31 pm). Even though we’re no-grain. There’s a jar of white flour in the cupboard. It’s a vital part of a lot of my crafting, mostly in flour glue. For papier mâché. What I forgot that it’s great for, until recently, was salt dough. I used to sculpt a lot. Anyway, my point is this. I’ve never seen anyone waste their time playing with clay. I’ve seen fabulously ugly beasts formed lovingly, shapes built and destroyed in endless cycles, the surprising genesis of someth...8221; Answer: YES...
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And to think my intentions were so good - Journal of an Inept Haus Frau
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And to think my intentions were so good. May 23rd, 2013 (09:36 pm). So, I saw a sweet little moment at the Medieval Faire in Forest Grove. And I was like, “I’m gonna paint that all. Stylez.” Because I miss painting. It was fun. I super love using using my Instagram. As a documentation of process. But everything is the Loc-Nar, for me, so. The feeling sort of changed. Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other. This entry is cross-posted from my Dreamwidth journal. Comment at either, please.
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Journal of an Inept Haus Frau
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And to think my intentions were so good. May 23rd, 2013 (09:36 pm). So, I saw a sweet little moment at the Medieval Faire in Forest Grove. And I was like, “I’m gonna paint that all. Stylez.” Because I miss painting. It was fun. I super love using using my Instagram. As a documentation of process. But everything is the Loc-Nar, for me, so. The feeling sort of changed. Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other. This entry is cross-posted from my Dreamwidth journal. Comment at either, please.
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Project Dayshoot: what I’m doing on Monday. July 14th, 2013 (07:40 pm). I grew up in a small town in South-ish, Central-ish Willamette Valley. Then I moved to another small town and lived there for a long time. While Chase and I lived in Forest Grove I documented the places we went. And the drives we took. Part of me always wanted for the WPA to happen again, or to figure out a grant for us to just drive and document. Will be the 30. Being a professional photojournalist for the past eight (nearly nine) y...
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And to think my intentions were so good. May 23rd, 2013 (09:36 pm). So, I saw a sweet little moment at the Medieval Faire in Forest Grove. And I was like, “I’m gonna paint that all. Stylez.” Because I miss painting. It was fun. I super love using using my Instagram. As a documentation of process. But everything is the Loc-Nar, for me, so. The feeling sort of changed. Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other. This entry is cross-posted from my Dreamwidth journal. Comment at either, please.
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Even so, went through it in about a day and a half - Journal of an Inept Haus Frau
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Even so, went through it in about a day and a half. April 20th, 2013 (12:24 pm). Each year, around my birthday, I allow myself one box of cereal. This year it’s wheat Chex, because I live an exciting life. So yeah, cereal knows exactly how I like it but can choke its opinions on politics, y’know? Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other. This entry is cross-posted from my Dreamwidth journal. And was itself originally posted at my proper site. Comment at either, please. Look, a portfolio.
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Even though we’re no-grain there’s a jar of white flour… - Journal of an Inept Haus Frau
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April 3rd, 2013 (12:31 pm). Even though we’re no-grain. There’s a jar of white flour in the cupboard. It’s a vital part of a lot of my crafting, mostly in flour glue. For papier mâché. What I forgot that it’s great for, until recently, was salt dough. I used to sculpt a lot. Anyway, my point is this. I’ve never seen anyone waste their time playing with clay. I’ve seen fabulously ugly beasts formed lovingly, shapes built and destroyed in endless cycles, the surprising genesis of someth...Look, a portfolio.
