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While we were gone, Lucy brought out (almost) all of her toys. (Not pictured: the three other balls she lost beneath the couch.)
A 92 year old man starts a blog after the passing of his wife of 67 years. And it is awesome.
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Sunshine, snuggly blanket, tea, and Fight Club. That’s what’s up.
Because I’m a grown-up and this is what I want for lunch, dammit. :)
-35°C with windchill? Boo, you hoar. (at Saskatoon Weir)
Sowcow Superstaaaaar! #skatingparty #lukemas (at Meewasin Skating Rink)
Canadians, eh.
Hey! This is from the “Things Saskatchewanians Say” (or whatever it was called) video that was made in Saskatoon! :)
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Faves, clockwise from top left: a gorgeous gift from @elizabethf72, a vintage ornament from my grandma, a majorly oldschool vintage ornament that belonged to my grandma’s mom, and finally…a pickle. Because what’s #Christmas without a pickle ornament.
Laughing & smooching in the photobooth. #waaaaylatergram #lukeandnicoleswedding (at Luke & Nico’s Wedding)
Restoration Hardware wants your gross little children to make art and spin tops and enjoy a “party” on some $800+ vintage (?) furniture. Just brilliant.
from The Fallback Plan by Leigh Stein
“I hardly remember anything that happened before I was eight or nine: a carousel ride near a one-room school-house, cutting my lip on the sidewalk, my old Strawberry Shortcake lunch box with my name on the inside inb lack permanent marker. My mom had let me write my first name and she had written my last. The letters in “Esther” overlapped and twisted like morning glory vines beside a “KOHLER” in all caps, in the clean hand of a biologist, the name of my species.”
Kind of overshot the ol’ 750 words this evening. But that’s okay. Because I’m writing. And that’s the whole point, isn’t it?
I’m still stuck in the “Dear Diary” sort of crap (as tends to often be the case on 750words. What.) but at least I’m showing up and doing the work. In May of 2011, I wrote a minimum of 750 words every. single. day. I just did. It felt great. I’m still able to dip back into those entries and pull little phrases for poem drafts, etc., so at least it wasn’t all in vain. (Or was it. Because poetry.)
But the cool thing is that since I started writing at 750words, I’ve written over 51,000 words. Which isn’t bad, considering that I’m terribly undisciplined (minus that one May) when it comes to forming positive writing habits. And I don’t even know the point of this post, aside from an attempt to publicly brag (?) about my minuscule accomplishment. But at least there are 1,500 words out there that didn’t exist an hour or so ago. So that’s something. Onward and upward.
