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Your website: The word "Photos" does not need an apostrophe (Someone can't spell)Send email page: "Do you have a membership." is a question, not a statement (Does no one proofread here?)  Front desk and sales: Sales acted like it was going to cost me a fee to change a membership I paid for from my husband's name to my name....within 10 days. (Uh oh....internal alarm bells go off...

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Was always astounded that people would actually read this stuff. Help me figure out how to launch a carreer as an artist.

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This has been a rough day.I just want to sit and cry, but I can't cry. Getting teared up as I write. Can't cry. Very lonely. Big nasty throbbing headache.I have two bottles of water because when I get freaked my mouth dries up. I also have a sore throat and a minor cold. I'm tired, no patience. Been exhausting at school - lot of little shits really acting up, and a Gr. 8 pair of boys -

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I'd call it Seasonal Aggressive Disorder, if I had my druthers. All these "little" things are getting under my skin, and I'm not liking myself much at the moment. The list of little things grows daily....I'm trying really hard to simply stay away from the rest of the world right now, but do you think anyone is listening to the LEAVE ME ALONE?I tried, fruitlessly, last night, to tell someone I

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Turns out our entire school watched it this morning, and this evening, one of my word-a-day claims that it is important for the whole world, including those proud to be of the US.If it's that important, I shall hear all about it. I heard all about Shock and Awe; Watergate and got the afternoon off when Kennedy was assassinated. It's impossible NOT to hear what's "important" in the US.I did, of

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One meltdown too many.Time to leave while the memories are good....I thought.Now, bad things are starting to become a LIST, so it's taking that much more effort to be positive until the end of this contract.But, I did it. Come June, we'll not be seeing the inside of a classroom for a very long time........Do I feel better? No. Scared? Yes.

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This captured my funny bone - especially since a friend is getting married, and another coordinates weddings for a living. Enjoy!

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I've been whiny and unhappy lately. I first put it down to hormones and men-don't-pause; but that would be a cheap excuse. I'm frustrated because I don't know how to be assertive properly.I can't say anything to my boss(es) because that would be insubordination.I can't say anything to my husband because he'll deny it, argue or yell.I can't say anything about my in-laws because they're alive.I

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Rest in peace, B.

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"At Skyservice we appreciate the trust you place in us each time you board our aircraft. You can be assured that we always strive to provide you with a ..."That's from their website.Someone stole the big memory cards from my camera. Close enough in cost to the deductible, but not enough.I'm out the coin, 1,000 pictures, my privacy has been violated, and what does Skyservice do?Within 2 minutes,

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College, universities, some high schools and private schools are out, but this year, I was just comfortable checkin' in daily and getting stuff done. Being part-time, teaching provides the only real structure I have during the day, and I respect that.Did I teach them anything?Not enough. I should work on fat portfolios.On the other hand, I'm more than a little impatient to hand a few of these

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and I noticed a printed advert from Rogers saying this:"free BILLING service..."???my head hurts.

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You know, when you live in a place for 20 some odd years, it becomes pivotal, whether you want it to or not. I moved to Ottawa to be far away from my parents. but close enough in times of troubles. Intended to stay a year, based on a Canada Day Long weekend I took on my own.I stayed almost 23 years, and never did move to Vancouver. Got married and had a baby. Had a secure and fascinating life at

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I believe I had my last cigarette on January 9, 2007. I could actually "enjoy" second hand smoke the other day - meaning it didn't bug me, nor did I want one. I got told Iwas "too old" for Facebook - you know - the very surprised "you're on it?"look . It's true - it's a lot of young people but it can be, apparently, addiciting. Right - another addiction. I also have about 1000 great "

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Many years ago, when I was visiting my aunt in Maple Ridge (then Haney), I overheard a young minister say that the only reason old people went to church was because they were cramming for finals.I remember being somewhat surprised that a man of the collar would say that, but on reflection, realized that it was way too true. I haven't been to church in years....and the last time was a funeral.

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I call myself the Evil Art Teacher so I have a little latitude when the class discipline thing comes around (I truly hate that part of my job. I'm thrilled to be more specific, and can now inform the littles that I'm only 1/3 evil.You Are 34% EvilA bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.http://www.blogthings.com/

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I've got a pretty sick young man draped in my bed with the requisite cold washcloth and ibuprofen who's finally gotten to sleep. Perfect time to visit blogs and links, and found this on one of my favourites - Out of Lascaux.What do you think about Ouija boards?I don't. I've often wondered what the future held for those suffering from poor spelling or the shakes.Your favorite TV shows? Just got

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This came through my email today, and large chunks of this rant hit home (mostly the tax stuff)so I'd thought I'd share this. I don't think our national "identity" is about who we ARE, but more who we're NOT. It's the little kid in us reacting to the really big, powerful and wealthy guy next door.----------------------My name is Norm and I AM CANADIAN.I am a minority in Vancouver, Toronto and

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You Are Sam From "Benny & Joon."You are very talented at physical comedy. People are in awe of your abilities. However, you have many quirks which can either win people over or completely annoy them. But you're a sweetheart through and through, and it's hard not to love you.Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!

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There's a really neat little net-thing put up by The Canadian Cancer Society called the Cost of Smoking Calculator.I quit January 11 or so, entered a constest at the beginning of March called Driven to Quit. I want to win a flat panel TV because I already have the car of my dreams. Despite the unlikelihood of winning a TV, I guess I have saved some money of the past few months.So maybe

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Let me put it this way: the gardening consisted of noticing a yellow viola this morning, and that wonderful wet mud smell in the air. (It's been almost three months that I've been off smoking, so I enjoy smelling things). Just a niplet of chill in the air and a cloudless blue sky - for the first time in too long. I'd just had a good workout with a trainer and was feeling fine.Minor fright when

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The Fight, 2oo1Jan SaudekThis is the battle of the refrigerator, every night. I think, okay, just one....and then I lose the battle completely and eat the dozen. Saudek's image is exactly what goes on in my head, yet he has managed to turn it into something very beautiful.This one below is a positive celebration. This is what I hope Dove's Search for Real Beauty finds.Ladies Orchestra, 2001Jan

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It's been a very long time between posts - the last year was "Can it get any worse than this? Yes."So I hid under a pillow. Today the sun is shining, (if only for a few hours) and it was getting pretty musty under that pillow.Christmas break was pretty good - got into some serious laziness and really upped the scores on my favourite bling-bling net games. Got spoiled rotten by my family on

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amidst the torrents of griefs and damages, I love these little moments of peace that get discovered when you learn a new level of you. From the nightmare of losing Mom to being part of the natural process of losing a generation. From being able to look ahead from the heart again as "the family" begins to assume new dimensions. Stories flourish. It is interesting.But I really enjoy these

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A brother and a sister who were the best of friends - and their children, who, despite thousands of miles, and many years, still reach out and hold each other as we celebrate their lives.I was really looking forward to seeing her this summer; armed with a thousand questions about my Dad. I wasn't ready to say goodbye, and I imagine Mom and Dad and Peggie and Glyn and Gladys all sitting around

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Whew! That was a rough yesterday.For some reason, this persistent lethargy seems worse than a year ago. Perhaps because it IS persistent... those tiny baby steps it takes to get through a day have loomed too big, too much, too great an effort on far too many occasions.There's no answer, so solutions for this misery. Money can't buy a way out, either, I thought yesterday, as it occurred to me

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Man, I'm depressed. Worse than ever, it seems. IS there any light at the end of the tunnel?

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Private paradise: early April. First it's in the 20s; then it snows. Everyone gets out and does their yard work, then catches a cold, then snarls, as April's weather...well, April fools!

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is also an embarrasment. I think I'm supposed to know a little something about commercial art - I have a lot of books on it. But I don't - I react to it the same way I do the "fine" art image - in my gut. I love this stuff! It absolutely fascinates me.Sometimes I'm simply enjoying a novel and powerful use of a simple technique (iPod), other times, sheer technical virtuosity (the transport

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I don't know if those numbers are valid, but I'm sure the graphic designers for the iPod must have a lawsuit on their hands. It's beconing iconographic.

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Bionade

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Hot Wheels

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Yep, it has. A lot has been going on. My father's estate is beginning to be settled, and the upcoming anniversary of my Mom's death has been pretty much foremost in my mind.I have been sad for a year, and it is hard to care all that much about the things happening around me. There's an issue of maturity and the ethics of skipping grades at the school where I teach, as well as a community art

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I think one of the biggest problems people encounter in relationships more complex than the daily superficial (bus driver : passenger) is the assumption that the other can read your mind. The corrollary being that you can read the other's mind.You get caught in a dance and you know the steps. Something triggers a reaction and you're on auto-pilot. The dance begins; comes to a crescendo, and

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I found this fun little time-waster on The Daily Beil...what celebrity do I look like?Well, horror of horrors, it was 5 different uploads (and yet another membership)before I could get the software to even remotely recongnize that I have a face. When I finally got one to work, my son appears to have a good match with Naomi Watts (then I found the gender button; he looks like Robert Palmer).

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English GeniusYou scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 80% Expert! You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go! Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you

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Not all treasure is silver and gold

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Leonardo Da VinciYou scored 62% artistic! You are a true Renaissance person like Leonardo. You could do just well as a painter,musician, inventor, sculptor, architect, engineer or a web designer. As matter of fact anything, if you put your mind to it. This means you are using both hemispheres of your brain equally. Well Done! It's a Gift! That and the dyslexia which many of you might have on some

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A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when thewife looks over at him and asks the question. WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get marriedagain?" HUSBAND: "Definitely not!" WIFE: "Why not? Don't you like being married?" HUSBAND: "Of course I do." WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?" HUSBAND: "Okay, okay, I'd get married again." WIFE: "You would?" (with a hurt

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You Are A: Puppy!Beloved by all, puppies are energetic, playful, and loving. Your playful and outgoing nature is part of what makes you a puppy. Known for their loyalty, puppies make great pets for young and old alike. And an innocent puppy face can melt anyone's heart!You were almost a: Pony or a LambYou are least like a: Groundhog or a TurtleWhat Cute Animal Are You?Found on Depp Fans Over 30

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Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible without surrenderbe on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clearly;and listen to others,even the dull and the ignorant;they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons,they are vexations to the spirit.If you compare yourself with others,you may become

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Last Christmas, good friend Tim and I had just started taking Improv classes at Second City. We were excited about seeing our instructor, Kerry Griffin perform with their group, Slap Happy. I think the phrase "you have to have been there" aptly describes improv comedy. Needless to say, I sat front and centre, about a foot from the actors feet, with the eager grin of a child watching a

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David got a parrot for his birthday. Unfortunately, it had a bad attitude and screamed expletives all the time. David tried hard to change the bird's behavior by constantly saying polite words and playing soft music, but nothing worked. When he yelled at the bird, it just got ruder. Finally, in a moment of desperation, David put the parrot in the freezer. He heard the bird squawking,

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Argh!

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Santa terrified my little boy, who, for a few years, insisted he leave any presents outside the house. By the driveway. Near the street.Thus year, my husband has informed me that we're taking out the fireplace and the chimney. It could well be to prevent pirates with candy canes stuck in their heads from stealing our baubles.

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(c) Anne Taintor, Inc

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As I struggle through another season of homemade Christmas cards, lost addresses, and half-decorated trees while my husband and son are couch-spudding and spending quality time together watching wrestling, I found Anne Taintor's wonderful work entirely refreshing.I feel MUCH better now!

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What manner of man needs to jump in between a mother and her camera-shy son to make a funny face?What manner of man cannot converse an hour with a child without sarcasm?And yet again, what manner of man who works 16 hour days, 7 days a week finds it in his heart to give a bottle of rice wine to a customer on purchasing a loaf of bread?

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Reindeer and a pickle

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You'd think that after half a century, I'd stop fantasizing about movie stars. In fact, my son said: "I've never seen you get so crazy over an actor..."My answer, of course, is "You haven't been around all that long, kiddo"------------------Steve McQueen (or was it the motorcycle, cigarettes and "bad boy" image?) Best quote:"I'll be walking down the street and some guy spots me and flips out. You

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Last of the visual puns....I like this one because it makes me think about being trapped in my computer when I'd rather be at the pool.

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My monitor died the other night, and I'm in no hurry whatsoever to replace it. It was much more fun at the swimming pool that it is losing Bejewelled.Sadly, though, a part of my life IS attached to this machine, so the store I give all my business to gave me a loaner until a bigger and better one arrives. They said they'd do it special for me because I was so nice.Isn't that lovely?Damn it.

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More visual puns: This one had me stumped at first. Any guesses? p.s. yesterday's was I-Pod.

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Visual puns: Can you guess what this is?

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Going through the motions, but not quite grasping reality. I'm beginning to develop a hospital-bed phobia. All I can see in my head is the yellow feet (iodine) on an otherwise very dead-looking father. There was iodine all over him - a jaundiced colour that does no justice to the grey, mechanically breathing body that was lying there.In contrast, the round-faced, gentle nurse was smiling and

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Went out with a couple of folks from my woodworking class for a couple o' last night and enjoyed a very entertaining evening, all told.At least, that's what my head feels like this a.m., anyway.While the English girl talked to the (very sweet) instructor about marriage, his friend and I talked about death. He had lost a son. We talked about sincerity and theft and justice and structure.I'm off

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As seen in a dog's diary:7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favourite!8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favourite!2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favourite!3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favourite!6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favourite!7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favourite!8 pm - Oh

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And the concept, for some folk, is greed.From today's postings:Someone wants a featherweight sewing machine, either working or reparable. They want it for quilting. Makes me wonder why they took up quilting if they don't have a sewing machine. I wonder if an old fashioned, heavier machine would be acceptable to these poor souls. Maybe I should ask for a kiln, because I like working in clay.A

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Well, Martha, you walked ALL over Shania, who stood there, looking so petite beside you, trying to get a word in edgewise, trying to tell us that you were making poutine all wrong.You just kind of insisted it be your way, you know, oven baked potatoes with herbs that you grew in your garden this morning. You DID ask Shania, who started to say deep-fried, but you cut her off and said it was the

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So subtle - so perfect!

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.... and I'm slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.

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"...there is nothing more delightful in life than doing what you want."

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"So you're an artist? My aunt's an artist."Isn't that lovely! My aunt knits. She's made as many sweaters as Picasso did paintings. Do I look like your aunt? Is your aunt in my art history books? Does your aunt frame her stuff to match the couch?"So you're an artist? I don't have any talent, but my daughter gets hers from her grandmother."Hi honey, now that you're 21, I have a little

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Je n'aime pas le mois de novembre parce qu'il est si mat, mais seulement pendant quatre jours après que mon érable l'a perdue des feuilles, il neige, me faisant pensent à une vieille chanson du Québec (par Gilles Vigneault)Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiverMon jardin ce n'est pas un jardin, c'est la plaineMon chemin ce n'est pas un chemin, c'est la neigeMon pays ce n'est pas un pays,

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You'd think I had a bad case of sour grapes when it was almost with delight that I read (National Post: Second City puts Brakes on Touring Company) that Second City Toronto is folding the Touring Company.By George, I think they've got it!I just finished part of their training program. Coincidentally, just before I started their Training Program, the newspaper announced that Second City Toronto

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1. If a job is worth doing, it's worth doing well.Yesterday's mail included a lovely Thank You card from the organizer of last week's Spirit Walk which I had participated in. The kind words of praise lightened my heart; but more importantly, it meant that our volunteer time was worth the effort of a follow-through. That doesn't happen much any more, and is far more valuable than a paycheck.2.

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Toronto: The end of the day for Second City and friends; the end of summer; the end of a beginning.

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I was talking to an aquaintance the other day, and found myself light-bulbing over another connection: Buddhism and passages. I know next to nothing about Buddhism, except in this context, and that is that nothing exists for any length of time.This passage is the completion of the pre-Conservatory levels at Second City. I'd really like a frameable, calligraphic, gold-sealed certificate to hang

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...as you can tell by the results.You are a STUDENT of the English language!You are on your way to becominggramatically sound; however, you must keepstudying if you ever want to become a master.You do manage to speak better than mostAmericans, but then again, that's not reallysaying too much. Keep studying, littleStudent. How grammatically correct are you? (Revised with answer key) brought to

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The "spirit of Mrs. R.M. Anderson".

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"LOL" is NOT a punctuation mark. And oddly enough, I've rarely heard anyone who uses this acronym actually, genuinely laugh in real life. At least out loud at the end of every sentence, serious or not.

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You scored as Hermione Granger. You're one intelligent witch, but you have a hard time believing it and require constant reassurance. You are a very supportive friend who would do anything and everything to help her friends out.Hermione Granger80%Remus Lupin75%Ginny Weasley70%Harry Potter70%Albus Dumbledore60%Sirius Black50%Lord Voldemort45%Ron Weasley45%Severus Snape35%Draco Malfoy30%Your

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Man, was I miserable earlier this week! I could never really remember my Mom's birthday - and I've never gotten her a card on time. So I missed her all week. Cried. Whined. Complained. Worried. Worried over pickle faces at work. But generally, the kids were good, so I couldn't figure out why the misery. Must be because I can't quit smoking and am doomed to a lifetime of simply hanging in

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Samhain (IPA: /ˈsawənʲ/) is the word for November in Irish; the Scottish Gaelic name Samhuinn is closely related. The same word was used for the first month of the ancient Celtic calendar, and in particular the first three nights of this month, the festival marking the beginning of the winter season. ...Celtic folkloreThe Samhain celebration survived in several guises as a festival dedicated to

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Mother Nature is full of surprises! Here's some great cloud photography from Hastings, Nebraska...the website explains their formation and includes a few more wondreful skies.

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Halloween Costume: I've made my decision!

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And this is my dog, Nietzsche. Uber-dog. Named after my favourite philosopher because he's (slightly) insane. His original name was Elmo, but he met a skunk. I figured he'd turn pink if I did the tomato juice thing - the original "Tickle Me"

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Newmarket, Ontario. Welcome to my neighbourhood.

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A seven-year-old boy from Toronto was at the centre of a courtroom drama in an Ontario Superior Courthouse this morning when he challenged a court ruling over who should have legal custody of the juvenile. The boy has a history of being beaten repeatedly by both parents and the judge had previously awarded custody to the boy's aunt. The boy confirmed that his aunt beat him more than his

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This is not only my laundry, but some days it feels like my life.

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I am critical of the life around me these days. Unfortunately, the urge to create; the next idea; the "muse", or whatever the hell it is, has abandonned me. This is the difference between art-making as a life-choice and art-making as a hobby, because now, it's WORK.

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You deserve a break from everything. You're always on the run, always doing something of earth-shaking importance (well, more important than everyone else). You rule the universe you live in with sarcasm and kindness. We are certainly kept on our toes.Go away and enjoy a bright sun on an almost-crisp autumn day. Get out on the highway; feel that motor running.When you come home, there'll be a

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How WOULD you eat one? Bite off it's little head? Nibble on it's feet?

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Snow-Globe Newborns? Okay, the mini-babies were sweet, adorable and clever, but this is starting to remind me of the mad neuro-anatomist with pickled brains on his bookcase. For more, look up Migiwa's dolls, Japan.

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Marcia's One of a Kind Babies: UK.And here's the website: Marcia's One of a Kind Babies at KR Bears and Dolls, in the UK.You're look at a few hundred POUNDS STERLING.

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I must say, it was rewarding to see so many hits and the tremendous response. Sure wish the work in question was mine! BUT, in light of all this interest, I did do some research, and for those of you wishing to purchase those little babies, here's some links, and some original artists for you to contact.Heading the list, of course, is Camille Allen, whose work was featured in the "anonymous"

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Camille Allen makes these little lovelies, and they're NOT marzipan, but polymer clay. Which is just as well, because they look way too good to eat. Contact her, and let her know - all her information is on her website "Camille Allen's Artist Dolls and Sculptures".--------Sideline on email attachments: Moral of the story is to give credit to an original author! Not long ago, my husband sent

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Marzipan Baby (venus in the Half-shell!)

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Marzipan Babies

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Definition of Marzipanalmond paste: a sweet paste made of ground almonds and sugar, often with eggwhites or yolks, used as a layer in cakes or molded into ornamental shapes.The size of these little sculptures is what blows me away...From: ICouldEat (well, actually, an email she sent)

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1. Blister (large) on big toe.2. Miserable weather.3. Two people who are interesting, but who I don't want to see, invited themselves to SLEEP over at the end of the week.4. All the wood I bought for my first project not only cost triple what I was expecting, but was warped and cracked. The "Beginner" plans for the potato bin had about 3,000 pieces. So now the wood has to go back, the plans

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You scored as Peter Pan. Your alter ego is Peter Pan. You are a child at heart. Anything you believe is possible, and you never want to grow up. Peter Pan88%Goofy75%The Beast69%Donald Duck63%Ariel56%Cinderella56%Sleeping Beauty50%Pinocchio31%Cruella De Ville31%Snow White19%Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego?created with QuizFarm.com

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There are four relatively moderate seasons where I live, with winter providing the more extreme weather (freezing rain isn't any fun). But it's nothing like living in earthquake-prone lands, tornado country, underneath a volcano or the southeast US. I cannot even begin to imagine a hurricane, let alone a whole stream of them over the course of a year. As I watch for news of Rita, my concern is

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You are The Cabin Boy/Galley WenchYou, me lad, are an activist! You will not only change the world, you will make a dyed-in-the-wool Pirate dream of you in a sheep costume. You are the embodiment of the love that dare not hoist its sail! Ahoy thar! You could make a two-patch Pirate turn his head - but then he would lose sleep over it and what good would that do anyone? An innovator, you are WAY

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Today's motivation

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My pirate name is: Red Anne Flint Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr! Get your own pirate name from fidius.org. Found on What I'm Blogging

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I am on SUCH a high! Meeting up recently with some photographers and a videographer whose work I very much respect inspired my artwork this week. I have the perfect job for me (I teach art to kids) and it's only part time and I can afford to travel. Had a great summer in California, Nevada and Arisona. And tonight, I just booked myself (tentatively) for a solo exhibit in January, if all goes

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Pumped! Every one of my blogs has an update today: Industrial Art; Diapositive; Little Black Sketchbook; this one and Aunt Alice's Art Room. There's a few opportunities on the horizon; oh boy oh boy - AND the discovery of the day - a contest to find the most incongruous couple to fit this car - and GM will award a 2006 Chevy Malibu. My car is getting old and sick, my husband is 6'5" to my

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