tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88706164911501873132012-01-31T08:03:08.412-05:00[a]eolist: A pompous windy bore [a la petite] who pretends to have inspirationEolist Petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03238331650918347713noreply@blogger.comBlogger911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870616491150187313.post-13545423450016088362012-01-29T12:39:00.001-05:002012-01-29T21:04:22.978-05:00

At a café just up the street from Clock Watching  (Dr Max Tunguska's tale) Indigo Roth sat across the booth nervously fidgeting, a noticeable amount of glistening liquid beading up at his hair line and in the spot where a mustache might have been next week and may indeed be last week.  He seemed preoccupied with something.  Something I was sure had everything to do with the tiny sprocket and

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Anonymous Attacks Justice Dept as FBI Shuts Down File Sharing Site this is why i did not, do not, and will not support yesterday's SOPA/PIPPA  blackout.  as a general rule i don't believe people are really pissing about what the government might do if this law is passed, what i see them truly screaming about is the fact that they won't be able to share/download things they should be

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since i have no idea how to create a slide show within a posting (somebody please send me an easy tutorial) you are on your own to scroll down fast and watch the snow accumulate;  long after it should have been here, winter happened in less than 24 hours...  mind you this is not the Mother Nature of the Lake Michigan Shoreline's grandest feat and photos can never do her justice (especially

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when i was little - maybe 4.  although it could have been 2 - i was sitting there with my hot mug of coffee and my mom said; "if you keep drinking that stuff it will stunt your growth and turn your hair dark.... one only has to meet me in person to realize my mother was indeed correct. she also warned me when i pouted that a bird was going to shit on my bottom lip and/or some day my

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i have no idea if this photo is real or contrived.... .... but it speaks volumes to me. not the least of which is that every living thing needs a friend.

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it was a tradition. every christmas morning after all our gifts had been unwrapped, Trouble and i could choose one gift to bring on our long trek to the home of our best friends in the world..... mom would always lovingly guide our selections - no! not that gift! choose something else. No. no. no.  not that gift either! can you not choose something that won't break?! those gifts cost good

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if you know me at all, you understand what kind of family i live in... a family wherein love is not a big enough word...  and neither most times is dysfunctional.   Thanksgiving holds many memories for me; i was born via emergency cesarian section on Thanksgiving day - in contrast to the story that has me born in a ditch during a tornado, but perhaps it felt like that to my

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need i say more?

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cute isn't she? Raggedy Anne was hand made by my aunt and given to my daughter when she was born... somewhere in our vast stack of historic event photos Anne is perched on the hospital window sill with a balloon... in another my young daughter is dressed in her clothing for Halloween...  Halloween;  that holiday which is surrounded by candy and ghost stories and supernatural beings...

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a couple weeks ago i woke just after 3am to find a man standing next to my night table facing me. he was wearing a long green coat, which was open to show his brown loose fitting trousers, grey cotton shirt and a brown floppy brimmed fedora hat.  at first i thought it was Mr. Petite and wondered why he would be dressed and leaving at that time of morning... maybe something was wrong?  when

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so yesterday while i was playing cards with the mr there was a praying mantis on the screen door… i hate praying mantis!  there is something bone chillingly wrong with these misshapen alien life forms and this one was not welcome on my screen checking out my card game… shivering i went to the screen and tried to flick him off but nooooooo the creepy little alien just looked me in the

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am i a parent?  yes, i am in fact, i’m a grandparent too…  do i understand how frustrating raising children can become? yes, as a matter of fact, i do. i understand fully those times when you would gladly give up a body part just to have the ability to shut the bathroom door, create utter silence, and pee in total and complete peace… and those times when you must - for the sake of yourself

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this morning i was wandering through a small store and overheard the clerk telling a customer - whom i will assume was his friend - the following story: ...what happened to my finger you ask? well let me tell you Jim... talk about Karma; Saturday after spending a couple hours couped up in a car with the wife who has to constantly tell me (his voice changes for effect) 'you're going too fast'

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i took my mom out for a breakfast muffin today. i ordered a caramel cappuccino to go with my muffin because it sounded like a lovely combination... mom ordered water, because, she said;  i already drank my limit of coffee today. wait!? there is a coffee limit?!? good god! is the city rationing coffee for tourist season?!? man i'm glad i already had that cup at home and that cup at uncle lar's

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being the inquisitive creature that i am, i signed up for a Shamanic Journey class last week... and before climbing into my car i ticked off the list of things to bring; a blanket or mat - to lay on a blanket - to cover up with (sometimes it gets very cold on your journey) an eye mask or some form of eye covering a journal and a writing utensil a water bottle a rattle - if you would

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when i was a kid my best friend and constant companion was a boy named John. he belonged to my dad's best friend who lived just around the corner with his wife, who just happened to be my mom's best friend. John was born in september. i was born in november. wedding plans began in december. we did everything together in spite of the fact that Trouble and his sister were always holding

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there is a saying that goes something like this; give me a fish and i will eat for a day. teach me to fish and i will eat for a lifetime.  though giving has rewards of it's own, teaching assures that you will forever live on... Happy Father's Day!

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you may say this is no big deal.  after all it's just a lilac.  but i have waited 28 years for these blooms. even though the tree never bloomed, i couldn't leave it behind when we moved house - twice - because it was a gift from my daughter on my first mothers day. never let it be said that i do not understand what commitment means nor underestimate the joy that waiting so long for something

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5:45am - i need a drink. i want a snack. i'm hungry. i wanna watch tv. i have to go potty. could we have cookie. can we go outside. can we go inside. why. can we watch a movie. can you read this book. can you push me on the swing. i spilled my milk. can i have one of those. can i wear my pajamas outside. do dogs have a stomach. i'm not tired anymore.  its morning. i have to pee. can i

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the telephone is ringing... i've got her on the line... "hello..."  she answers with a voice that sounds like honey and flowers. "hello, Mother Nature it's Eolist. remember me?" "well, hello Eolist dear. yes, i do remember you. what can i do for you today sweetheart?" she gushes. her words filling the room with sunshine; "um... it's the end of April..." "oh yes. i know....  a hint of

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I sat up in bed blinking the morning light from my eyes sure I had closed the shades last night in preparation of a long morning lie in. “Good morning Miss.” the waiter said as he straightened the linen napkin draped over his arm. “Sleep well did you?” “yes... well... no actually... what time is is!?!” i answer through a yawn. “7am.” he replies pulling a thin narrow board from his

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Pretty isn't she? Tonight i discovered that i quite like the new bottled Smirnoff lemonades - so much so that i drank a full 11.2 ounces with dinner... and i've been giggling ever since. which reminded me of this rental car (as seen before in Indigo Roth's  Gravity Takes Hold Again ) and just how much i wanted to drive it - just a little bit - and how, being the gentleman that he is,

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it has been a long dreary winter filled with renovations... to break up the long winter rut - or perhaps to stave off my greeting him while wielding an axe with the all too famous; "Wendy, I'm home!" -  mr. petite went online and rented a hotel suite with a jacuzzi tub - and to make it even more romantic it was in the hotel that hosted our wedding rehearsal dinner all those hundreds of years ago

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this morning i ran errands. those errands included stopping at the home improvement store to pick up a few 1x4x8 trim pieces and a piece of plastic tubing along with other odds and sorts. i was greeted as i entered the store and as i passed each aisle with "Good Morning, may I help you?" to which i responded that i was headed to pick out some lumber for trim.... evidently lumber was not

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in the hopes that, as Punxsutawney Phil predicted, Spring will indeed arrive early this year, i revved up my epilator to whisk away all the body fuzz that has somehow accumulated in the last three months. nekkid on the floor, perched in my very own incredible position™, designed to make even the best yoga master green with envy, i put epilator to skin. and the pain and cursing began. halfway

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poster from moviegoods.com hello, i said; my name is annie hall huh. no kidding? annie hall? really? yes, really seriously? wow! your mom musta really liked that movie to name you after it huh? seriously? are you kidding? that movie came out the year after i graduated high school! *confused and somewhat disappointed* what? but you just said your name was annie

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when my son was a young teen he asked for a guitar. and, being the cautious frugal parents that we were coupled with knowing that nothing ever lasted beyond a thought or two no matter how expensive it might have been at the start, we thought long and hard and came up with what we thought was a good solution. if he really seriously wanted a guitar, he would save half of what it would cost on

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It's that time of year when we all contemplate where we've been, realize we've fallen far short of where we want to be and begrudgingly resolve to make ourselves better people.   an email regarding inner peace came to me this morning while i was doing just that and it was exactly what i needed. bless Dr. Phil you may have received the same email, but in case you haven't i share it here

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it's been one of those months where grains of sand have gathered into a dust storm and just for good measure the calendar threw in a holiday. i don't know about your holidays, but ours tend to create secrecy, chaos, tears, food fit for kings, and eating until even the largest tent still feels twelve sizes too small. this year was no exception. the feast prepared could have fed two more familys,

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the mr and i were spending a nice afternoon with our children and their two tiny tornados. there were stories and giggles and puzzles and games and a wonderful home cooked meal. afterward a fire was lit in the fireplace and we settled in front of it. and, our two tiny tornadoes skipped and sang and danced and giggled. and, after they had sufficiently amused us the elder tornado decided to play

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this story stems from: The Tunguska Event - "Balloon" by Dr. Maximilian Tunguska  so you may want to give it a look see first. 44,986... 44,987... 44,988... i held up a finger to silence the man who had cleared his throat for the third time in an attempt to garner my attention. men, it seems, are always demanding something that isn't theirs. 44,989... 44,990... 44,991... 44,991!  i said

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My two tiny tornadoes (grandchildren aged 5 and 2) spent the weekend with us... and both of them brought along their scooters. grampa was at work when their daddy dropped them off, but because it was supposed to rain grampa had not driven his motorcycle to work and it was parked in the garage. the tiniest tornado was thrilled. he loves grampa. and, he loves grampa's motorcycle, (how cool is

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sometimes what you see is not what is there. written words cannot convey the emotion coming from someone's fingers as they write them. meaning whatever you read will be molded into something within your own thought pattern, be it good or bad, at the moment you are reading it.  next week when you read the same thing, you may find that it says something completely different. and one day you may

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she was released into the care of her husband in the wee hours of the morning. once out of the car there was severe stiffness that made it difficult to walk. all she wanted was a hot shower, she was chilled to the bone and showering was advised to rid her of airbag residue because nasty chemicals are contained in airbag propellant.  but it was more than that, she wanted to believe that water and

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she was taken for a series of x-ray testings - all taking place while she was immobile - and moved back into the hall.  the attending physician then asked her several questions some of them repeated and told her she would be examined further once a bed was available. at that time they would have her test results and possibly be able to remove the restraints. she began to pray for an open bed and

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once across the road the officer helped her into the ambulance and disappeared into the night.  there were two attendants.  one male. one female. the female attendant helped her remove one arm from her coat and was preparing to check vital signs when her brother crawled in and sat beside her. he told her he'd been on his way home from a service call but because of an accident - obviously this

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she stood on the side of the road in the cold december rain trying to decide what she should do.  her brother's house was probably only a few miles up the road.  she could walk there. but, if she did would she be leaving the scene of an accident? and if she left the scene of an accident would it make things worse? did it really matter one way or the other? if it really mattered where she was

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as they walked she pieced together many things.... the driver of the semi was on the phone calling a friend to come pick him up when these same two angels had gotten to his cab. he was angered when they had to break his windshield to get him out of his cab. he had refused medical attention and was released to a friend who had driven 40 minutes to pick him up. the tanker had just been filled with

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"no. you aren't dead." though the answer came in a serious tone meant to comfort, there was also a hint of brevity and the stifled chuckle behind her caused her to feel quite the fool for asking... the voice behind her added; "but by the look of your side of that car i don't see how.  you sure you are okay?" she mentally checked for anything amiss.  she was unsteady and disoriented but there

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twice she took steps forward but slid back against the little red car where she remained trying to form confusion into something she could understand. "don't be afraid" the voice beside her said, slipping an arm about her waist; "i've got you." a hand appeared before her from the darkness; "take my hand" said the muffled voice she'd heard before, but now it was somehow very clear and far more

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her vision fogged and she blinked.  but nothing looked right. things were fogged but glittery at the same time. shimmering light was all around her and the shimmers were accompanied by tiny trickles of bright white that appeared as fingers... not unlike miniature lightening jags spreading out in front of her. confused, but intrigued all the same, she reached out to touch them. but, before she

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the twinkling houses became fewer and in the envelope of darkness she realized a second too late that she had missed her turn.  she would have to go to the next road - whatever it might be. she felt silly for missing her turn, after all the party was at was her sister-in-laws house and she'd been here so many times before. she couldn't picture the next road and started to hope it wasn't the on

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she had been invited to a cookie exchange party the week of christmas but tonight she just wasn't in the mood for celebrating. holidays had never been easy for her because they were cause to remember unpleasant things and nothing, no matter how much she wanted it to be, was quite right or quite enough... perhaps it was simple and boiled down to the lifelong expectation that something wonderful

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and just in case you too are thinking the same thing i was; "Taco Bell is not fine dining!"  just check out their bathroom: the first photo is a bit fuzzy - because a photographer i am not - but, as you can see, going into the "Jane" there are photographs of far away places, flowers, and poetry meant to bring even the toughest man to tears. all this interspersed with inspirational three

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two days ago i had all the windows and doors open and the stereo cranked up to maximum while i was scrubbing toilets - and damn it felt good.   then the doorbell rang; good morning ma'am. (the guy with the three piece suit and bible says loudly indicating with a hand gesture that i might want to turn the stereo down while it starts playing George Michael's version of Don't let the Sun go down

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either it's because i want to believe or they really do exist: or maybe sometimes truth really is stranger than fiction.... my daughter caught this fairy on film while trying to photograph fireflies. you may think it a bug, but i believe it was a fairy who was attracted by the sound of laughing children...

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this text came from my best friend in the world - who is a man. i saved it until my phone died because it was classic that made me giggle every time i read it: I will be at the airport at 11:30 to pick you up and we'll take the BART back into the city. I cannot wait to get you back to my hotel room * *     * * * so you can drop your suitcase and we can begin exploring the city!

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Jo says:   can i ask you a question? eolist says:   sure Jo says:   before i ask i need you to promise me you will tell me the truth. eolist says:   okay. i promise. Jo says:   i mean it.  you have to be honest! or i won't ask. eolist says:   this is me remember?   Jo says:   Of course i remember...  eolist says:  when have you ever known me not to be honest? Jo says:   true.  eolist says:

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i've been tagged by the infamous and extremely inventive Dr. Max Tunguska at The Tunguska Event to "name seven fictional cars or other vehicles you'd have liked to have driven and why;" Cars…  Vehicles… Aircraft… Spacecraft… oh god man, you certainly had no idea i have an extreme love  for souped up… er… tricked out?… um… maybe now it’s called pimped up? vehicles - of any sort - did you?  

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My good friend Indigo of the world famous blog:  Indigo Roth  handed me this award because i am one of - and i quote; "a few of the bloggers I adore, but who are missing in action. I hope that this will inspire them into new output!" Thank You *the Eolist humbly bows*  Indigo, for thinking my dribble worthy of more. For you see, i don't dribble for entertainment or readership, i dribble for

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When i was a teenager i went to a movie based on a theatre production and for the first time ever there was a huge line to get in. Which was something that never happened in this small town - which was even smaller back then... Turns out the reason for the line was that the entrance was being blocked by a group of religious zealots.  Zealots (calling themselves christian) who were refusing to

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IndigoWrath's  blog  Gravity Takes Hold Again  reminded me of another story regarding that sleek black beautiful mustang we were blessed with while in California… It was the last night we were going to be in San Francisco and, with him being from the other side of the world and me being from the other side of the states, we’d filled up the day with so much sight seeing  in Marin County that we’d

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Ms CatLadyLarew tagged me for this; I am to make a list of what i hope life will hold for me ten years from now and, after posting my list i am supposed to tag ten other people to do the same. firstly; thank you, though i know my list will not be any where near as noble as yours... secondly; i don't know ten people to tag who have not already been so right away i am breaking the rules...

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I got up early this morning because the luck of the draw had me expecting a cable tv technician before 8am. I had every intention of heading to the supermarket after the tech had left. . . Even so, there I stood dumbfounded as a blonde wondering which new to me and extremely expensive Victoria’s Secret bra I should put on. Pretty black polka dots or Boring basic beige… hmmm… I don’t want to

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I went for a massage this week. I disrobed and crawled onto the warm table face down, pulled the sheet over my back side and wriggled into a comfort zone. But the comfort zone quick lost its luster and I wriggled into another position. And then another. And yet another. Laying there unable to find a comfortable position I thought about my childhood. In particular the long rides home on an

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as if the world doesn't find us  me invisible enough, enter technology; i spent an entire morning with someone i love. someone i rarely see.  i spent the better part of my week looking forward to that morning. and the someone i rarely see, spent the entire morning across a tiny table from me chattering endlessly. which would have been a wonderful thing had it not been chatter about what

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obviously iDifficult has seen me in the wardrobe without my sheeps clothing  *blush* for he has passed this: Kick Ass Blogger award on to me without requiring me to do a damn thing but accept it. Thank You, Sir, I am humbled. of course i'm also a bit worried - i'm not sure i can live up to this and i know for a fact i won't look any where near sexy in ninja tights... because it

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"Ms. Petite, 'wrong shoe Drew' needs your help." said the frantic blonde boy clutching my pantleg. "he's in the boys bathroom." in the boys bathroom? oooh, those are words that no female in the school system ever wants to hear. legally; females are not allowed in the boys bathroom for any reason; there will be no exceptions; an immediate dismissal will occur; lawsuits may be forthcoming. of

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I was given this Best Follower Award by the wonderful, creative soul known to the world as Indigo Roth He says it is because I have been [and I quote]; A huge encouragement and consistent presence since the beginning. And a "real life" friend, gorgeous redhead, sharer of escapades, and renowned tinyperson. [bless him for editing what he really thinks] I humbly thank him here for

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Today's iDifficult blog entry: Mind Found Missing reminded me of a small boy in the kindergarten/first grade class I worked. This little lad was lucky enough to not only to be living with his parents but his grandparents too. This made him very social and as likeable as they come, but also must have created great chaos getting dressed for school in the morning… or so I assumed... For every

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She’d had a little boy once but somewhere between changing diapers and preparing his food she blinked and he’d become a man. But life she found truly must be a circle because it had again given her a little boy in a form they called grand. And grand he was - mostly, she assumed, because he could come and go as he wished leaving behind only joy and a scattered toys. And smart he is as well.

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This evening i shall raise a glass to all those i hold dear - and all those i dearly miss; To You; I am humbled that when our life paths crossed, you stopped to linger here with me. I wish for you love and joy and health, but most of all, I wish you a reason to smile every single day and forever happiness. Merry Christmas! ~annie

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there are Grinch's and there are Scrooges... and though we come across them every day of the year we hear quite a bit more about them during the holiday season. so much so that i am certain i need not explain the characteristics of either. sure we know that the Grinch had an undersized heart and Scrooge was the bent on storing riches, but have we ever looked further than that tiny glimpse at

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yesterday i was at lunch. and though the waitress attending to me wasn't exceptional - she was simply doing her job - she was friendly, courteous, and attentive. she wore a necklace that was quite simple, a silver chain with a tiny pendant over which lay an small open heart, but somehow it caught the light in such a way that it appeared to beam. maybe there were crystals in it, i thought, and

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this morning was the doctor appointment i always sarcastically reference as the highlight of my year. i should be thankful it's only once a year because as a young woman it was the "highlight" of my month - and sometimes of my week. (even more proof that some things actually do get better with age.) so there i am in the exam room and the nurse has me stand on the scale - holy shit! i weigh

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This award was bestowed upon me by iDifficult "for the fine piece of writing that is Trading Cards". thank you kind sir, it's very pretty. even gothic. makes me yearn for a bottom that looks good in lace. alas i've yet to find one willing to try it on... *ms petite curtsies* in order to keep this award i there is a "must" - as in, i "must" pass it along. sort of like love. so to to

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halloween was always one of those nights we spent as a family, though i'm completely sure i'm the one who loves it most... here in my area, though township laws now govern it, the tradition of trick-or-treating remains strong. in our rural neighborhood if you dare entertain the howling beasts begging for a treat your porch lights must be on from 6pm to 8pm. i must add here that porch lights

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yesterday i had time to spare between appointments so i stopped at one of those "old stuff for cheap" stores to have a look around. after all you know the saying; one man's junk is... the store itself is old, poorly lit, and dusty, with aisles overly filled with random "stuff." i wasn't even sure where one was supposed to start. so i began my hunt in the left front corner. as i walked i

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i went out for breakfast with my mr. actually it was mid morning so but for a few advanced aged stragglers here and there the place was pretty empty. while we waited for our breakfast to arrive a woman came in and sat a few tables from us. she only wanted water and she wanted it pronto! as in "i want water. i only want water. and i wanted it like yesterday! don't just stand there and wait for

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according to InteractiveStars.com my birth date specific horror scope reads like this: Stimulating new horizons beckon, so don't let people you rely on make you feel you cannot stand alone. If you let go of something you once needed, but have now outgrown, you could find a whole new way of looking at the world this week. You have more options than you - or those you are involved with - now

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iDifficult presented me with this Award for having a blog that is a tiny bit "Over the Top" Though surely there are far more deserving than i so i thank you Kind Sir. This award, much like the Honest Scrap Award i recieved from IndigoWrath, comes with instructions and a possible chain. [though i have not been instructed to present this award to someone else in order to keep it and oddly

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i was in a pissy mood yesterday - okay. i lied.I've been in a pissy mood all month.okay year.... in any event i started sending complaint notes to companies whom i have recently purchased sub-par items from. Freshlike was one of those companies.After the umpteenth can of Green Beans i opened only to find the contents inedible, i took this photo: I sent the photo with a note to Freshlike/

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my daughter called late last night. we chatted about her new house. we chatted about my well being and hers. we chatted about kids and life and weather. and then she said; mom, the reason i really called is because i needed to tell you just how much i love you and dad and how much i appreciate knowing you are there for me. knowing without a doubt how much you love me. i had to. today i was

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CONGRATULATIONS YOU'VE WON! The Honest [S]crap Award award rules and regulation - fine print - ie: Honest [s]CrapThe Honest [S]crap: this award must be shared! The recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows. The recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers. Those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have

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i don't sleep well. i sleep so badly in fact that i can tell you the exact day it was that i last slept an entire night - meaning 7 hours without waking - generally if i sleep two quality filled hours at one time i congratulate the Sandman for fear he will skip me the next time round if i don't. but last night something quite odd happened [despite my saying screw the earplugs and the window

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Yesterday while shopping for groceries I overheard a conversation between a mother and daughter. I wasn't eavesdropping mind you, the conversation caught my attention only because the tiny child [who might have been 5] was wearing a pink flowered dress and sparkling diamond heel ensemble. This ensemble was accessorized by a cleverly placed white hat, a pair of white gloves that ended just past

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oh yeah! i need it! gotta be just my size too! oooh.... i wonder if there's a tiny batcopter to go along with it? "holy turbo trickster batman! i've dropped the penny!"

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yeah i know. i hear it all the time. "god you have a warped sense of humor!" but hey, when people do things that warrant a giggle i just can't help myself. personally i don't think my sense of humor is any more warped than my thinking and for that i shall thank my relatives. god bless 'em all for creating in me the necessity to find humor and solace in the smallest of things, without that

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you gotta love small town grocery stores and the folks that work there or -after the first view of this sign by the manager - do not work there. it would appear that they are selling ten pound bags of pot for the low low price of $2.49 - which i'd bet is a steal. but you'd have to ask somebody in the community who doesn't grow their own. my sister-in-law reminded everybody that our annual

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i had left over candy canes in a cup on the counter. my granddaughter saw them when she and i were loading the dishwasher. "grama, can i have a candy cane?" she asked. my first thought was to wonder if she'd ever had one or knew how to go about eating it. my second thought was that she'd surely slice her mouth on it if i gave it to her. so i, being the bad grama that i am, said; "i'm not

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the neighborhood cats are constantly marking territory. mistakenly they assume my slider door is theirs. my grandchildren are here happily playing together when my just learned to crawl grandson performs an amazing feet. he crawls over to the slider, makes his way up the glass and leans there against it triumphantly surveying the great outdoors. and me? well, i notice that there on the outside

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the second - and last time - i saw her was in early june several years ago. my son was on the sofa after minor surgery. he'd come home from the hospital a few days before but had developed potentially dangerous complications which made constant supervision a necessity. he'd been quietly asleep for a time and i'd finally gathered enough nerve to allow myself a bathroom break. the bathroom in

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the first time i saw her was in the spring. it was one of those glorious spring days that start out brisk and slowly unfold into something warm and wonderful. because of that, i chose to enjoy another cup of coffee and leave for work at the last possible second. after all, you can never know if this might be the last beautiful dawn you will ever see. and even if it's not i can assure you,

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i have ghosts. or maybe they have me. or maybe i really am just as jumble brained as some people think i am. i've felt them all my life and on occasion i hear and smell them (one is a chain smoker). i have even seen them a handful of times. my first visit to a therapist for something unrelated had her asking me a series of dumb questions. you know the sort; what is today's date? um... is it

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it seems a simple thing. i talk. you hear. you understand. but it isn't. and there are probably as many ways as there are number of times you can tell someone the same thing and still have them respond as if they heard something entirely different. so there i am explaining it again in a new way hoping for better. and there i am explaining it again in much simpler way adding; 'do you

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the following is not mine. it's from a book that i quite enjoyed and it's just here for safe keeping. for some reason which i don't understand yet, it spoke to me. won't tell you here where i got it from so kudo's to you if you already know. ;) i hope its clear that i was really really trying not to be weird about the way things were. all the time i was telling myself; just enjoy it for what

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i recently handed over some strange happenings for a book someone else is compiling and the author sent back the finished work for my final look through. my initial reaction was far less than jovial. i guess i expected more from a published author. something with a bit of style and flair. but this? this was Joe Friday's penciled notes typed verbatim - complete with spelling errors. this was

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in reply to IndigoRoth's blog entry; Do Not Send Ransom post script comments: eolistpetite said... fo cuorse yuo raeleiz, ym fiendr, evnetaully ouy wlil evah ot litf taht vile. !!ahahahawb Indigo Roth said... Just in case today's blog entry makes no sense to anyone: click here. And it's a lot harder to do that it seems! interesting theory in that link; buseace the huamn mnid deos not

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spilt milk. for the past month i have been promising myself that tomorrow i will do nothing at all but things that make me smile. and the sun comes up and the sun goes down and there i am promising myself that tomorrow i will do nothing but those things that make me smile... but as always there is "eolist petite's" laws. you know the ones - best laid plans... - if something can go wrong... -

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some day i shall have something brilliant to place here. it won't be today. today i am far too angry at the world and all that is in it to create a fair assessment of anything including my own tiny existence in the grand scheme of things. today i'm not even certain there is a grand scheme (sorry god). today i'm just bent on thinking that there is a life out there with my name on it and the

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