tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77236652009-07-16T01:13:01.964-03:00(and sometimes pictures too!)wordnerdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00041062532779226895noreply@blogger.comBlogger624125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723665.post-14274700004771539522009-07-15T19:41:00.005-03:002009-07-15T19:54:24.951-03:00

I spent this past weekend in St. Andrews. It's the kind of place where pictures speak louder than words. So I won't even try to do it justice any other way.

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it started with a slow fizzle, not a burning desire. sort of like a wafting idea, something that floats lightly on the breeze. she sometimes wondered about it, sometimes spoke about it but she certainly didn't need it. not yet. but she woke up one morning and felt a sense of urgency. the slow fizzle had suddenly become a fire. it felt strange, she felt strange. it became everything, and she

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It has been busy and hecticwith alot of long rainy daysand while some have been stressful and crazymost have been enjoyable and sweet.There was a day trip to Halifaxcomplete with fog and a 5am departurethere were deals found at Old Navyand a lazy rainy afternoon spent at the Imax.There was an impromptu eveningwith friends old and newa table filled with too much food, cider, beer and wineWe

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Just got some pictures back that were taken at a shoot with Jack at JEY Photography in May. More later...but this one...this one made me feel too good to not share right away...

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If I were an eloquent critic, I'd tell you all about an enchanting evening I spent walking up and down a fragrant woodsy trail at O'Dell Park, following faeries, misguided lovers, and an amusing quarrel between a king and queen. A golf club for a sword, a country club as a backdrop, a cell phone as a calendar but the ass…oh, the ass, he remained the same and did not disappoint. I would also

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Last week admidst the chaos of a busy life, I stumbled on a simple question, written black on white, staring out at me from one of my favorite websites …where is your place to be today? No sooner did I read this question that I got a call from my daycare advising me that The Dude was running a high fever and needed to be sent home for some extra TLC. And the answer was clear. My place, today,

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I woke up on this rainy Friday morning and wondered what she was up to…was she nervous, was she having a hard time swallowing through a ball of emotions in her throat, was she thinking about tonite, was she nervous about that first lap around the track? What will she say when people ask her how her fight is going? I wonder…yet I also somehow know the answers to those questions. Because I know

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I used to hang onto things, random things. Notes discussing a 6th grade crush, a doll bought back by my father on some random trip, an ugly clock that doesn’t work that I *might* someday get fixed. I used to have boxes and boxes full of treasures and memories in our basement. I don’t anymore.I’m not quite sure when all of that ended, probably at some point between the nesting phase with The

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Today I am letting my fears take a seat among the wooden benches, I am parking them temporarily and letting them be. I know that she may not be around to see him grow up, I know that she may not be around to see another grandchild. I know that they both need me now, more than ever. I will be around as much as I can but my decisions will not be ruled by fear.Today I am giving myself permission

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I grew up in a quiet home. Not museum-quiet, but quiet nonetheless. I was an only-child to a set of parents who liked to cook, read the newspaper and putter around the house. We had no instruments, extended family get-togethers or regular groups of people in our house. As a matter of fact, my father traveled for most of each week and I spent most evenings alone with my Mom. I played alot of

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A few mornings a week, The Dude and I take pictures to send to his father (who leaves very early) and to my parents (who have a *slight* obsession with their only grandchild).My mom is in the hospital, again. This is the picture we sent this morning.

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she parks the car in the same spotalmost every dayshe takes four deep breaths and opens the door.she walks the kid to daycare, gazing at the morning lightshe loves the morning lightthis is her favorite part of the day.on her way back from dropping off the kid, she wills the blocks to go on, just a bit further,but they never do.she feigns confidence as she climbs the stairs to the 4th floor.with

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Thursday morning 8am: arrive to a rainy day in New York. Think to self: wow...simply fucking wow!Thursday morning about 9:30am: soldering through a pre-booked double-decker bus tour. Feel very dorky, but wow...also COLD and WET and this guy's head is really very shiny.Thursday morning noon: note to front desk staff at Doubletree, please please PLEASE do not tell us to come back for our room

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14 months old...where does the time go?

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I've seen you watching me over bridge of your well-worn glasses. We've been co-workers for over 5 years and you think you know me so well. You walk around, big, tall and loud but underneath it all, you are caring, concerned and sensitive. You don't fool me.Your eyes are greyish blue and surrounded by laugh lines. You are not old nor are you young. You have seen more in your life than most

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Feeling - Better about a whole lot of stuff (including but not limited to stomach flu)Drinking - Coffee, for the first time in 3 days (F(*#@, stomach flu)Working on - Kicking my to-do list's ASSHearing - The Cure Accoustic Album - Here's a Friday treat! Dreaming - About a possible trip to Kyoto this Fall or this Winter.Thinking - I need to get back to WORK!

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At this point last year, things were hard, harder than what they'd ever been. I was deliriously happy with a new baby but my Mom was battling cancer and I was waging an emotional and physical battle with my own body due to the hospital botching up my delivery, very badly at that. At about 6 weeks post-partum I was still in tremendous pain and was wondering if things would ever be easy or normal

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Ever look in the mirror and think: Is this the best I could come up with? 33 years in the making....and this is it?I'm not sure why or really how long this will last, but this has been happening to me lately. ALOT. I'm not feeling depressed, or tired, or really sad about anything. I have however been feeling slightly confused, out of focus and generally contemplative about life so far.

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About two and a half months ago, I wrote a post about being fat, not chubby, but fat. I wrote a post about how difficult it was to come to terms with not recognizing the girl in the mirror, not being able to find the girl who could dance, run, swim and tear down a mountain. I wrote a post about desperately wanting to find that girl and let her back into my life, once and for all.I'm not gonna

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Click to make me bigger

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