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Edition 18 - 7/31/08

AmytheBlack suggested the Thursday Thirteen Theme “13 Parts of My Body That Have Been Altered or Fixed.” I decided to add “Removed” to the criteria. So I give you

Thirteen Parts of my Body that Have Been Altered, Fixed, or Removed

1. gall bladder removed
   
2. appendix removed
   
3. left foot (neuroma removed)
   
4. uterus removed
   
5. ovaries removed
6. tonsils removed
   
7. parathyroid (one lobe removed)
   
8. upper left chest (pacemaker added)
9. left shoulder fixed
   
10. wisdom teeth extracted
11. broken left hand fixed
12. eyesight (not a body part, but I’m reaching here) improved with glasses
13. 3 molars crowned

Now you know why I seem to spend so much time with my doctors.

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Wednesday, 30 July 2008

I was watching The View this morning with Katie Couric as a guest. She was talking about a program (Stand Up to Cancer) she is involved in to raise money for cancer research. They talked a lot about the government having failed to fund the research forcing them to go into the private sector for donations.

It is my understanding and constant opinion that anything the government gets involved in becomes a lot more expensive and a lot more complicated than need be. Keeping this in mind - doesn’t it make sense to bypass the government and get things done without their interference? I would much rather donate $1.00 to cancer research (or anything else) than be taxed that same $1.00. I have great confidence that most of what I donate is going to be used directly for cancer research whereas that $1.00 in taxes is going to be eaten up by bureaucracy and very little of it actually end up funding research.

Do you agree or disagree with my position on this? I’d love to hear from you either way.

For more information on donating to cancer research check out this website.

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Wednesday, 30 July 2008

Wordless Wednesday #19

My grandchildren actually took most of these pictures. I just did a bit of editing.

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That’s right - the Sarcastic Mom is giving stuff away - no strings attached. Check out Everyday Lotus for this fantastic pen.  Or, if music is your thing (Josh Groban CD), check out Who Doesn’t Like Free?

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27 July 2008

Since my very first post on September 11, 2007 until my Slice of Life yesterday I have posted 300 times. This post is number 301. That’s 300 posts in 319 days of blogging. (Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped out of Blog 365 after all.) ;)  I have been gifted with 11 different awards, reviewed 49 books, joined 12 groups (dropped out of 1), participated in 10 weekly memes, created 8 different pages, and count 21 bloggers among my favorites.

I wanted to say something really profound for this 301st post, but I can’t think of a thing. (My profundity is mostly wasted in late-night reviews that are forgotten by morning.) Except to thank you, my readers and friends, for your support and encouragement. I couldn’t have done it without you.

Sunday, 27 July 2008

The first thing that came to my mind when I considered “a moment of failure” was the failure of the elastic in my slip.  At the time of this incident my daughter was probably 13 or 14.  I had known for several weeks that the elastic in my slip was getting worn and very loose, but chose to wear it to church that morning anyway.  All was well until we were leaving after the meeting.  As my daughter and I exited the building I felt my slip slide down my legs and land in a puddle around my ankles.  Being the smooth, confident woman that I am, I stepped out of the puddle with one foot, caught the slip on the toes of my other foot and kicked it up into the air where I caught it and quickly stuffed it out of sight.  I thought I had handled it very well.

My daughter, however, was horrified!  “Mo-om, did anybody see you?”  “I don’t know,” I replied.  “Would you like me to go back and ask?”  By the time we got home she was over her embarrassment and could hardly wait to tell her father how I lost my slip at church so they could both laugh at me.

To see slices of other lives visit Cricket here.

July 24, 2008

Pensieve has created a new poetic form which she calls the “Pensieve.”

What is a Pensieve?  A titled, five-line poem; each line correlates to one of the five senses–sight, sound, scent, taste, touch–and describes the subject (title).  The goal is for the reader to take on the poem as his own, being able to “experience” your subject through your words, by seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting and feeling what you described.

This month she has challenged us to create our own “Pensieve.”  Being an Idaho girl, I just had to write about

Baked Potato

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Edition 17 - 7/24/08

Header graphic courtesy of Cindi @ Whisperings from the Wings

Thanks to amytheblack for this suggestion.

1. At 13 I was beginning to be intrigued by the opposite sex (*giggle* I said “sex”), but for the most part still considered them to have “cooties.”
2. At 13 I finally got my first bra - the last girl in my PE class to do so.
3. At 13 I was beginning to like “girly” things, but was still considered to be “daddy’s little boy.”
4. At 13 I relinquished the title “daddy’s little boy” to my brother, who had finally appeared on the scene. I was glad to do this - not jealous of an interloper as some might think.
5. At 13 I took care of my mom while she recuperated from childbirth. I got all my chores done ASAP so that I could sit beside the cradle and be the first to pick up the baby whenever he cried. (Not my actual brother)
   
6. At 13 for the first time I helped my grandparents clean the church and mow the vast lawns while the regular care-takers were on vacation.
7. At 13 I took my cousin down and sat on him for the last time. My mom told me I was getting too old for that kind of behavior. (He started it!)
8. At 13 I loved to dance and longed to be asked onto the floor at the school dances.
9. At 13 I learned the meaning of the term “wall-flower.”
10. At 13 I walked with my sister to the junior high three mornings each week to practice with the summer orchestra.
11. At 13 I got moved up to a full-sized violin.
12. At 13 I astonished my mother when she was playing scales at the piano by singing with her and hitting a note somewhere above “High C.” (I had not previously heard that term, and had no idea of it’s significance.)
13. At 13 I began to make the transition from tomboy to young woman - with much less angst than most.

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I recently received this award from Storyteller. Thank you very much!! I want to pass it on to the following people:

• Jientje
• Pensieve
• Regular Life
• Roger at Idaho Daily Photo
• Solomon Broad
• Zazzy

I received this award from Queen Size funny bone. Thank you Ms Bone. I want to share it with these people who can be counted on for grins and chuckles:

• Chris at Chris’s Coop
• Imaginary Binky
• Sandy at Momisodes
• Lotus because she is the Sarcastic Mom
• Jenn from Tropical Fruit

This award I received from both Sandy and Ms. Bone. Thank you again. I was going to make a list of all those who I consider to be super commenters, but then I realized that this post would run really, really long. So, taking a page from Sandy’s book I bestow this award on ALL who visit my blog and leave me some comment love. I don’t want to leave anyone out, so if you are reading this and have ever left a comment, please take the award for your own.

Queen-Size funny bone was generous enough to bestow some bloggy-love and bling on me. Thank you, Queen. I will be sharing these with some of my readers very soon.

I love receiving bling and bloggy-love and have some bloggers in mind to share them with.