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Miss Camille: Stressed
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Confessions of an anxious mind. Thursday, March 14, 2013. I found this quote tonight.and I TOTALLY feel this way lately. Stress is the trash of the modern day - we all generate it but if you don't dispose of it properly, it will pile up and overtake your life.". Not to mention.bills, work, ANY type of personal endeavors or something for leisure/pleasure. It's mostly just accumulated piles that I KNOW if I just spent 20 minutes organizing and putting things away/finding a place for them, it really would n...
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly: Because I Need to Make a Quick Update
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly. Mundanity, insanity, inanity. Daily life in any form or fashion it takes, usually with a positive spin. Life's a little easier with my rose-colored shades :-). Wednesday, February 27, 2013. Because I Need to Make a Quick Update. Well, since I seem to have trouble getting through posts about our trip to Europe, I'll go back to some regular posting for a while with special appearances from various European cities. I will eventually finish talking about that trip! Messa...
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Cars Have Faces - Socrates's Sketchbook
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An exercise in intelligent vernacularity. Oct 10th, 2012 at 10:45 PM. A short story/fairy tale/fable. Enjoy. It doesn't matter that you won't believe me. It only matters that you consider believing me. There is whimsy in the world, proved by honey in bear-shaped bottles, leaning towers in Italy, and the fact that all cars have faces. When you consider these small miracles, it's not much of a stretch to imagine the possibility of my miracle, too. But what better place to pursue a dream? As we sat down on ...
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly: Because They're Safe
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly. Mundanity, insanity, inanity. Daily life in any form or fashion it takes, usually with a positive spin. Life's a little easier with my rose-colored shades :-). Monday, May 20, 2013. There is a special brand of terror experienced by parents when their children might be in harm's way. Yesterday I felt it. I began a slow, steady panic. As Mike Morgan kept saying that a tornado was right on top of them, I got taken back for a CT scan. Alec kept trying in vain to call...
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly: On the Day You Were Born
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly. Mundanity, insanity, inanity. Daily life in any form or fashion it takes, usually with a positive spin. Life's a little easier with my rose-colored shades :-). Thursday, April 25, 2013. On the Day You Were Born. Dear Miss P,. We got back to the hospital at about 5 am, both very sleepy because, upon the suggestion of the nurse, we'd taken some Benadryl when we got home the first time. Your Daddy almost fell asleep standing up! I love you,. That is so sweet! Just had t...
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly: Because It Never Dried
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly. Mundanity, insanity, inanity. Daily life in any form or fashion it takes, usually with a positive spin. Life's a little easier with my rose-colored shades :-). Thursday, December 27, 2012. Because It Never Dried. And the answer to the final question from last vacation blog post is: No, the laundry never dried. Indian Jones and the Last Crusade. Enjoying our last lake cafe morning on a clear day. I count this as one of the more relaxing experiences of my life....We ha...
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly: Because It's My Day
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly. Mundanity, insanity, inanity. Daily life in any form or fashion it takes, usually with a positive spin. Life's a little easier with my rose-colored shades :-). Monday, May 6, 2013. Because Its My Day. Today I turn 32. Yesterday I got to sit in church as a family of three for the first time. Tomorrow I will do my best to finish the issue of The Chronicles that I nearly finished on Friday (somehow all my work disappeared from the file-darned remote access). Why are you...
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly: Because the Doge Said So
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly. Mundanity, insanity, inanity. Daily life in any form or fashion it takes, usually with a positive spin. Life's a little easier with my rose-colored shades :-). Friday, December 28, 2012. Because the Doge Said So. These steps are the Giant's Staircase, guarded by statues of Mars and Neptune. They make them in Murano. And you can buy them pretty cheaply there. We had fun shopping for Mr. B's mother and sister. We were practically alone on Torcello, walking along the ca...
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly: Because the Music Tells the Story
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Through Rose Colored Glasses, Darkly. Mundanity, insanity, inanity. Daily life in any form or fashion it takes, usually with a positive spin. Life's a little easier with my rose-colored shades :-). Thursday, December 27, 2012. Because the Music Tells the Story. Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming". Translated from German by Theodore Baker. Tune: Es Ist Ein Ros. Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming. From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming. As men of old have sung. It came, a flower bright,. Why are you n...
