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the rest is unwritten: December 2008
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Friday, December 5, 2008. Journey of the Magi. This is one of my favorite poems. It produces a longing in me. To experience in my own life something so real that I "should be glad of another death." Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Or at least a little. Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot. A cold coming we had of it,. Just the worst time of the year. For a journey, and such a long journey:. The ways deep and the weather sharp,. And feet kicking th...
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the rest is unwritten: Pacific NW Poser
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Saturday, September 8, 2012. It occurred to me as I was doing my laundry today that I might be a Pacific NW Poser. On Monday, Labor Day, I was shopping at Value Village with a friend (did you know most of their stuff is an additional 50% off on Labor Day? And I purchased a grey fleece vest for $3.00, which was a fantastic deal! I've been posing as a Pacific Northwesterner my whole life! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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the rest is unwritten: Warning: Discombobulated Driver!
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Wednesday, February 2, 2011. I recently got my car out of insurance jail. This is probably not what you think. It is not the impound lot where your car goes when you get a ticket for driving uninsured. Although that may also be called insurance jail. And I lost 10 pounds. And I got to drive some pretty fun cars. And I rode the train, which is by far the most comfortable way to travel I've ever found. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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the rest is unwritten: February 2011
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Wednesday, February 2, 2011. I recently got my car out of insurance jail. This is probably not what you think. It is not the impound lot where your car goes when you get a ticket for driving uninsured. Although that may also be called insurance jail. And I lost 10 pounds. And I got to drive some pretty fun cars. And I rode the train, which is by far the most comfortable way to travel I've ever found. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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the rest is unwritten: June 2009
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Monday, June 15, 2009. An Open Apology to the men of the Northwest. I've been known to say that there is a distinct lack of chivalry in the NW. Having grown up here, I can say from experience that outside of my Dad and a handful of other men, it's not often that a man opens the door for me or passes to the outside of the sidewalk, or any of those other benchmarks for chivalry (if there are benchmarks of chivalry). Links to this post. Cushion on my...
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the rest is unwritten: March 2009
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Sunday, March 29, 2009. The Holly and The Ivy and The Beach. I know there is more to tell about the Louisiana trip, but I'm still processing that. So for now . . . Today was a crazy long day. First, I left my house at 8:30 am to head to West Linn to help eraticate holly from a City Park. (Seriously, I'm not normally this philanthropic! My friends and I after we'd been pulling holly out of the ground for an hour and a half. 3 There is a crazy big a...
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the rest is unwritten: February 2009
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Tuesday, February 24, 2009. The Search for Buck. Buck" is my friend Rea's ideal man. You'd have to ask her for all the details, but he's out there somewhere and she's looking for him :). Last Saturday my friend Rea and I embarked on an adventure. We were at a retreat center out in the wilderness and decided to go on a hike to the Sandy River. It started out like any other ordinary hike. Mossy trees along the path. We couldn't see it or hear it.
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the rest is unwritten: February 2010
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Thursday, February 4, 2010. Well we're movin on up,. To the east side,. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. But it's been a REALLY long time since I've seen that show and my memory of the melody is fuzzy at best, which means I've had a fuzzy half-hearted, really couldn't sing it if I wanted to, version running around in my head for a month . . . and it's getting annoying. Of course, this move didn't come without sacrifice. I miss my old place.
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the rest is unwritten: May 2009
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Wednesday, May 6, 2009. Silence . . . Sorry for the silence . . . some things going on in the life of Angela I'm just not ready to tell the world about yet . . . good things . . . but I'm keepin' 'em to myself for now. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). For me . . . Therapy . . . for you . . . humorous maybe? Entertaining hopefully . . . inspirational on a good day . . . View my complete profile. Sites and Blogs I visit. Who I wanna be.
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the rest is unwritten: The 40th Year...
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The rest is unwritten. Snapshots of my life as I know it. Tuesday, October 16, 2012. I am currently living the 40th year of my life. I realized this in the middle of the summer when I was thinking about the list of things I want to accomplish when I turn 40. My thoughts went something like this:. Living the 40th year of my life! So, what is the big deal about turning 40? Its already happening.". By the time I actually turn 40 I'll be living the 41st year of my life.". Shouldn't there be something else?
