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Chronicles of Charis: Flavourless
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A cyber journal of sorts. A funny thing is happening to me. And not funny in the haha-I-put-my-knickers-on-inside-out kind of way. More like funny in the have-you-ever-noticed-that-the-lining-in-your-knickers- always-opens-to-the-front kind of way. Everything is losing its flavour. The edible and the non- edible. Dr Suess, may he rest in peace with the least of a crease in a fleece from his niece, defined my trappings. He called it "the waiting place". The Shrink is IN. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Chronicles of Charis: Chasing a Dream
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A cyber journal of sorts. For the most part, I am a very level-headed, non-airy-fairy kind of girl. I like practical. I like logical. I like relevant. And for the longest time this is how I lived my life. Practically, logically, relevantly. Which is all good and proper, I suppose. I did the right things. Made the right decisions. Followed the obvious paths as they came up before me. At first this road looks pretty straightforward, pretty smooth and even. So off I go! This is what I do! I chose the dream.
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Chronicles of Charis: 2010-06
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A cyber journal of sorts. The Chemistry of Farting. Ok - so it is as it is. We all have little bugs in our colons producing quantities of gas every day that have to come out. And at some stage, we've all released the devil's breath in the bath. Underwater like. For a change. Each potent little bubble must contain a bunch of sulphur dioxide molecules, right? You can't deny that rotten egg whiff! And here you are, obliviously mingling sulphur and H2O. One plus one, people! Labels: Acts of God. Life On the ...
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Chronicles of Charis: A good life will go on
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A cyber journal of sorts. A good life will go on. Wow How many times have I stared at Blogger and thought: You bad, bad blogger. Sit down now and write something. Anything. For Pete's sake, just do it! Has there not been anything to write about? No There has been plenty. Then why not write? And I tired, on the whole, to keep things upbeat, humorous. By the time I shut " Midwife Crisis. Down, I was convinced that I was no longer in need of anti-depressants, psychiatrists or blogging as cheap therapy.
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Chronicles of Charis: 2012-11
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A cyber journal of sorts. Busy Busy. Busy. And the crux of all this 'busy-ness'? Really. It's me realising that I have the potential to do something great that makes me happy, that fulfills me, that is meaningful to others. And as I've travelled this road, camera in hand, learning as I go, I've realised more and more that this is something I WANT to do. I want to make photographs. I want to create beautiful memories. And I think it's pretty clear how lucky I am ;-) . Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Watermark...
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Chronicles of Charis: 2011-10
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A cyber journal of sorts. After a week in the Kruger National Park. Which was wondrous and amazing and such a priveledge, we returned home to our 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, study, open-plan, well-lived in home. And I realised (again) that I really love my home. I am a homebody. I want to be at home. I like being at home. When I'm away, I miss my home. My home is definitely where my heart is. So for today's showcase, the floor! I love my tiles 3! Labels: Home Sweet Home. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Coming fro...
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Chronicles of Charis: 2013-03
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A cyber journal of sorts. For the most part, I am a very level-headed, non-airy-fairy kind of girl. I like practical. I like logical. I like relevant. And for the longest time this is how I lived my life. Practically, logically, relevantly. Which is all good and proper, I suppose. I did the right things. Made the right decisions. Followed the obvious paths as they came up before me. At first this road looks pretty straightforward, pretty smooth and even. So off I go! This is what I do! I chose the dream.
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Chronicles of Charis: 2012-01
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A cyber journal of sorts. A funny thing is happening to me. And not funny in the haha-I-put-my-knickers-on-inside-out kind of way. More like funny in the have-you-ever-noticed-that-the-lining-in-your-knickers- always-opens-to-the-front kind of way. Everything is losing its flavour. The edible and the non- edible. Dr Suess, may he rest in peace with the least of a crease in a fleece from his niece, defined my trappings. He called it "the waiting place". The Shrink is IN. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Dadd...
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Chronicles of Charis: To tell the tooth...
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A cyber journal of sorts. To tell the tooth. What was really to become of it? I know of mothers who have kept their children's shriveled umbilical cord stumps! Judge them, because THAT'S weird. But teeth, not so much! It's unlikely that teeth will attract the same predatory attention as a bit of dried bloody tendon. No cat will be scratching at my bedside table looking to snack on a tooth, right? Have you found yourself unable to discard some precious momento of your baby's childhood? That man of mine.
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Chronicles of Charis: 2012-06
http://chariscomesclean.blogspot.com/2012_06_01_archive.html
A cyber journal of sorts. To tell the tooth. What was really to become of it? I know of mothers who have kept their children's shriveled umbilical cord stumps! Judge them, because THAT'S weird. But teeth, not so much! It's unlikely that teeth will attract the same predatory attention as a bit of dried bloody tendon. No cat will be scratching at my bedside table looking to snack on a tooth, right? Have you found yourself unable to discard some precious momento of your baby's childhood? That man of mine.
