Countdown 25

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I Believe

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In the Spirit....

~ Happy Thanksgiving ~

The DAY vs The DAY-AFTER ~

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Grilled Turkey and Brie Sandwich with Cranberry Chutney.

recipe and photo: http://closetcooking.blogspot.com/ via design crush.

When the Black Friday shopping sandwiches look like this - I vote day-after!

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Thought Process

Betty would trade a year of worms for those Fendi heels...

kwilson, illustrator

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Soooooooooooo glad it's Friday...............

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If I can peel these gloves off,

I may just fall asleep in my party dress!

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Happy Weekend.

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When Artists have FUN

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click on artwork to enlarge
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Artist Jay Howell

San Francisco, California

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do you giggle at those faces in the leaf piles?

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Blog Photos

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See...I understand when a blog is "pushing" or helping sell something. I read MARTAWRITES blog - young woman - new baby - GREAT at writing and I enjoy her missives. So...when she posted this, I think it's clear:

We're either pushing a cupcake t-shirt---or breast implants. Maybe the implants help sell the t-shirts? (bright, Candy!)

But WHAT is this? This hurts my head. A woman in a print dress. Ok. In the middle of a wheat/weed field. Ok. Blowing confetti out of her hands. WHAT? WHY? WHEN? WHO?

It's then that I just have to get up - walk away - find a book with some real thought processes going on - ones that I understand.

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Girl oceanside with her ship toy

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That's the caption. But I saw this adorable girl with an imaginative hobby living or visiting an ocean in a really cool black and white striped dress wondering if she sets her ship asail what will happen to it.....how far will it go? Will it come back to her? Will she see it again? Should she set it out or take it back home?

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OMmmmmmmmmm

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(do it my way; it's not as painful)

Baby, baby, when I look at you

I get a warm feeling inside

There's something about the things you do

That keeps me satisfied

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I wouldn't lie to you, baby

It's mainly a physical thing

This feeling that I got for you, baby

Makes me wanna sing

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CHORUS: (everybody sing)

I feel for you.....I think I love you

I feel for you.....I think I love you

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by Candy 'Chakra' Kahn

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(ok..I've got to confess or you won't truly understand this post. You DO know that in order to meditate, one must ONLY think of and concentrate on their breath...inhale...exhale. But after awhile, my mind wanders...and lately I can't stop singing (in my head) CHAKA Kahn's song "I Feel For You". There..now I haven't left you in a lurch.)

Thanks Dad ~

for my freedom. i love you.

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How High

..are your stacks of holiday catalogs? I'm saving them so I can write to every single company and tell them I want to OPT OUT - I don't need this stuff in my mailbox everday and I would prefer to see the tree they cut down in lieu of their waste of paper.


You're welcome, John Muir.

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decadent

...and why not?

via fffound

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...got this thing for stripes this fall

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Dry Cleaners Under New Management

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After all today's errands were behind me, I stopped for a coffee to review my TO DO list and realized I'm surrounded by Asian folk this weekend. The pharmacist this morning was Asian. Tomorrow I'll spend some time with Susie Lee at the salon (Vietnamese - but I can mimic her accent perfectly).
And then - new owners at my dry cleaners. And I had just become comfortable and friendly with the former Asian owners - dam.

This gentleman, I could tell, was going to be work: I approached the counter, dropped the big bag and put the smaller bag on the counter and pulled out five items. He starred at the items.
I said: "one jacket, 2 pants, 2 tops".

He repeated the last: "top? new rangwege - what top?"

Hmmm: "blouse?"

"Whaaa?"

"Brouse" I say. "ohhhh, brouse"....sez he: two!

Ok: 1 chaket, 2 pans and 2 brouse. Me: "YES, THAT'S IT. GOOD"

He: and compahtoo.

Me: what?

He: 1 chaket, 2 pans and 2 brouse and compahtoo.

Me. I'm sorry. I don't understand the last word.

He: c o m m p a h h h t o o o.

Me. Well, that's slower but I'm still unsure....

He: (points to the big bag I originally planted on the floor at the side of the counter): compahtoo.

Me: Well, absolutely. Of Course. Silly Me.

C O M F O R T E R: COMPAHTOO


I can't wait to see Susie tomorrow: "HERRO, KANDISS, WANT BOTTO WATTAH? HOW YOU?

Fine Susie...and yourself?

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Yummy

wrist worms

wrap

posies of fabric

gimme, gimme, gimme

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Childhood Memories

my childhood memories overflow with

chocolate milkshakes and dandelion wishes

and pony rides every single day.



odd. we were too poor to own a blender.

weeds and hay made me sneeze.

but that's the beauty of childhood memories,

isn't it?

Hmmm: First - I'm gaga over this site: www.trufflegirls.com called the sweeterie - like a daily 'sweet' dose post -

and Second...I need a place to post my horsie stuff. but 3 blogs and fb later, I don't dare take on another, do I?

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Esther Pearl Watson

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How cool is her art?

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love love drool love want love drool
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folkart: someone's stories. yum

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UhOh...I think I'm faaallllllling again.....

BOB SCHNEIDER....yep, I'm in love...

40 Dogs (Romeo and Juliet) - (hothothothothot!!!)

I'm not THIS bad...

Halloween is over.

Thanksgiving is just dinner.

I was just thinking that it was probably time to start thinking Christmas Lists...

So I googled it.

Geez-o! I thought there would be cute little list templates with holly...or Santas...or...brown paper packages tie'd up with string....

Nope.

Just put your wish shit on this list.

Your family and friends put their wish shit on their list.

Then you just shop via the internet for everyone's shit.

THIS is shit and I'm not playing!