tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-271007302009-07-15T14:57:02.819-05:00Adventures of Wendy Dorrel<br>Dame Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074420245997967189noreply@blogger.comBlogger427125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100730.post-42710517363892788622009-06-28T08:57:00.004-05:002009-06-28T09:08:12.818-05:00

For all the words of support, thank you. It means a great deal that so many care and want to share their own experiences. I'll return when I can. I'm trying to keep up on my pictures for now, but my writing will have to wait for the tide to change a bit. Be well.

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I get one. One entry where I explain. It'll get the questions out of the way and it's also a bit of therapy for me. Writing always releases my demons to fly off to where ever dreams go and die. But I just get one and I may vanish for a bit after. I may be totally fickle about this but my intention is one entry where I'll talk about Marty and the soon ending of our relationship. It’ll be

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Lies, weight of the world infatuation, still the sweetest kisses, fear, I love yous, pain, same texts, 2 smiling girls, tears, choices, loss. I'll get there - to that place where I talk about it, but not yet.My blog will be dark for a bit, probably till after my surgery but I send my love, my hope to all. I'll live and love vicariously through each of you for awhile.-WChristina, Fahima, and Jen

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Good days and bad days. If I'm honest it's been more bad days than good as of late. I think my life is like a game of Jenga, especially now, and one key piece was pulled. I toppled and am overwhelmed by so much all at once. Everything is falling apart. I can't talk about it right now. I'm still in the "dealing with this" mode and my top priority is getting through my surgery next week. Oh.

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Maybe it's totally morbid but I think it's just fascinating looking at pictures like this. The dark spot is the little bastard.

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I felt like I had a slight exhale yesterday and the comments made me laugh, and feel better, stronger. If I didn't thank you personally, shoot me an email, I tried to get everyone. The only person besides doctors I've really had contact with is Marty so it was wonderful to hear from others. I need to stop worrying so much. It's like battery acid in my stomach but the more I try not to worry,

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It's a strange way of announcing it. In fact I can't really think of a more tacky way of telling people I have a brain tumor than by declaring it on my blog, twitter, flickr, and facebook (maybe a singing tele-gram?)but you have to admit - It's effective. Those who click will know and those who don't won't be bothered with it. I don't like being a bother. More than wanting lists of contacts

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It began with a picture that a flickr buddy posted. I became instantly intrigued and excited by the idea of taking this child's toy and using an adult version to dance with. What was this thing called hoop dancing? I soon found out that it was pretty much the most fantastic form of exercise EVER. I now have 2 hoops and hoop ever day.You just can't help but grin and laugh while hooping. My

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During college I became a heavy smoker. As a theatre student, I joined the masses and in-between rehearsals, scenes, tech, anything, I was outside smoking with the rest of them. I can say with complete sincerity I loved smoking and, because of how much I enjoy it, wish I had never started.I remember that first real cigarette. It was a capri slim and I was visiting my Aunt in Montana. I was

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Hey NYC'ers!! Franklin Habit of Panopticon will be at Annie’s on the Upper East Side tomorrow for a talk and book signing for It Itches. Here's the details from the Ravelry group:Saturday, March 28th6-8 pmWine & cheeseQ&ABooks are available at the store.Reservations are encouraged. Please contact the store at 212-289-2944 or leave a message here.Hope to

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Edit to add: WOW! Seriously thank you! I can't believe how fast they're going. :) Woo!I poured a batch of my 12oz frosted glass candles. They're now available at my etsy shop. :)Thanks to all who purchased from the last batch!

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I like that this photo tells stories. I could create lots of characters from this photo. My expression is hard to read, yet so much can be guessed. I look at this "me" and wonder what secrets she has. What's she feeling? I'm not a loon, it's me, so of course I know what I was feeling. But you know that slight disquiet you feel sometimes when you look in the mirror and feel distanced from

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Previously ~In the middle of the room was an older man, with white hair discussing something with another man. They looked like teachers going over something so when they yelled for everyone to quiet down and take a seat I wasn't surprised. The older one, I learned, was Rick and he started the meeting. After a few announcements about upcoming shows, he had the other man take over saying, "Marty

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Wanna do a happy dance with me? I'm so excited to finally announce the re-opening of Dame Candle Company! I'm taking things slow and keeping everything small to see how it goes. If the first batch sells I will be pouring small batches and posting them on my etsy store as they become available. The first batch is listed now (without photos, will have photography done soon - here's a flickr set

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Marty brought me flowers the other night. I'm looking at them right now and I can't help the little smile they give me. They're white and hang in a waterfall. I love them and I love him for the bubble of happy they give me. I bought a Moleskine notepad thinking it would help get my story out. Perfect notebook for a perfect writer. It's blank. And lovely. I love placing my palm in it's cool

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I've been taking some classes and studying sculpture and jewelry making. I'm still a beginner, but I LOVE working with the clay and the tools. I am hoping to get good enough to make some really nice pieces of jewelry and art. There's some more tools I need to get but for now I'm improvising with what I have (using a shot glass to roll out the clay, etc.).The first piece I worked on (to the

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Today's post is in audio format so pop on those headphones if you're at work. I also have a wicked cold so forgive the craptastic voice. It's about 3 minutes long."i love then envy ok Okay this as my assailment for today"

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(for Beverly)This little bunny totally has our cat whipped. Every morning they now have a routine. Bonnie will thump in her cage to wake Dickens and he'll rush over to have the following conversation:Bonnie - I'm hungry.Dickens - You're hungry? My goodness, I'll go jump on the humans at once.Dickens (upon returning to her cage): OK, so I tried, and Mom just threw me off the bed and made that

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"You have beautiful hair."I'm standing in Barnes and Noble and I look up to find a nice looking older woman. You know, the Barnes and Noble where I was assaulted by the word of God? Yes, that one. I smile at her with genuine happiness. It's so nice to hear and it gives me a boost. I work hard to keep my hair looking pretty. "Thank you!"She smiles back and leans forward like she's going to

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It started as Fahima asking to learn how to knit. A game of telephone ensued but instead of the message being confangled into something like "Breach the cow, you shit,"(Marty's favorite) or "Peachy, bow, and sit," (my favorite) it managed to stay the same, "Teach me how to knit!"Knit Night was born and it could not have come at a better time for me. I was at a cross roads and I needed a group

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Three years ago I attempted Thanksgiving dinner for the first time. How hard could it be, I thought. I now feel that one should not start something like that with so much confidence. The turkey was boring and dry, the gravy could have been used as cement, and my homemade cranberry sauce was so bitter it made your tongue want to commit suicide.This year I made my second attempt with results

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Write something hard to say. That was one of the suggestions I got to get out of my writing funk. So I wrote this:I move on and forward but if I want, and sometimes when I don't want, I can recall a morning years past with crisp clarity. I think we all have times like this. The ones that actually change who we are much more drastically than the little things that shape us more gently. These

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Last night a friend scolded me for not blogging more. I used to blog all the time and then a few pivotal things happened that crippled my writing for public consumption. I have a few rules when it comes to blogging and because of those rules I couldn’t say what was on my mind. I mean, I said it, and saved it as a tidy little doc file on my mac, to be read later and put away as a past chapter.

Dame Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074420245997967189noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100730.post-59279119647036090942008-10-17T14:17:00.005-05:002008-10-17T19:00:16.755-05:00

Hey friends! I need volunteers to send me some pictures to retouch. I think with a little more time I'll be good enough at this to start retouching for photographers or actors who need their head shots retouched. If you're willing to let me retouch your photo and post it on my site let me know! I'll, of course email you the final so you have a copy.Edit to add: It can be any kind of photo. :)

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