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love, daisies, and troubadours: Riviting
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, or why it happened, but I am sure of this: If this week hadn't have gone well, I'm fairly certain I would have been on the next flight out to Alaska. Alaska, people. The first week back after any extensive break is always pivotal. Pivot to the left and you're good as dead for the remainder of the year. Pivot to the right? You're feared, respected, golden. I pivoted to the right. My life has been forever changed.
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love, daisies, and troubadours: Ode to The Twenty-Eight
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. Ode to The Twenty-Eight. I hand you a pencil,. You bite off the eraser. Please, keep your shoes on your feet, sir. I ask you to find your seat,. Into another desk you ram. Please, put your lip gloss in your cubby, ma'am. I say, "Push in your chairs! You growl like prowling grizzly bears. I say, "Fold your hands! Your eyes begin to gaze into far off lands. I say, "Voices off! Up, up, UP your voices loft. When you pull a hair off my shirt,.
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love, daisies, and troubadours: July 2010
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. Our class costume trunk. Awesome? Equally as awesome would be the below items which have also found their way into my anxious little paws:. 1 Two Abnormally Small Children's Chairs. 2 Large Inflatable Geometric Shapes. 4 Abe Lincoln Hat. And beard. I should really start sticking to a budget. Grammas, Power, and Doggy Tails. Everything you want is wrong. And right now,. All your dreams are waking up. Joseph Arthur, Honey and the Moon. 1 Changes....
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love, daisies, and troubadours: May 2010
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. Keeping Up With The Canyoudrivethekids. Nanny Sitter. Au Pair. Housekeeper. Cook. Driver. Laundress. Personal Shopper. In light of the above generalization, I now share with you that which keeps said 'hired help' sane. And last, but certainly NOT least, COFFEE. Detroit, and its people. Especially its people. I couldn't be more excited to come home. Thought I should throw that in there :). The Motor City, Secret Rendezvous, and a Time-Out Chair.
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love, daisies, and troubadours: Ode to Preschool
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. Toys that you misuse. Snotty noses and sunburns. Gotta touch that worm! I love you, three-year- olds. You and your incessant. Your tantrums, I will always hold dear. Tricky as you may be,. Can never, and will never, ever fool me! Running, jumping, kicking, screaming,. Biting, lying, falling, peeing. Dirty, smelly, wet,. You are, by far, the messiest children I have ever met. I love you, dear sweet ones,. Perhaps I'll go join those nuns.
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love, daisies, and troubadours: Bits and Pieces
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. Feeling: All the grumbles of a Monday mashed with the chaos of a Tuesday. Muesday. Mmmhmm. Smelling: Taco Bell. Hey, it is Muesday afterall. Listening to: Joseph Arthur's "Honey and the Moon". This song has been my faithful companion for so long. Years, really. You know that song that immediately sends chills down your back and releases an uncontrollable "ahhhh, yes" with every repeated play? This would be mine. Just about sums it up. It just make...
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love, daisies, and troubadours: January 2011
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. Ode to The Twenty-Eight. I hand you a pencil,. You bite off the eraser. Please, keep your shoes on your feet, sir. I ask you to find your seat,. Into another desk you ram. Please, put your lip gloss in your cubby, ma'am. I say, "Push in your chairs! You growl like prowling grizzly bears. I say, "Fold your hands! Your eyes begin to gaze into far off lands. I say, "Voices off! Up, up, UP your voices loft. When you pull a hair off my shirt,. If you t...
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love, daisies, and troubadours: Nutshell.
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. Mildly wishing I had been awake an hour earlier to catch the clock at 11:11 on 1/1/11. So glad I still have a chance [assuming I can stay awake amidst my all-consuming need to regain my sleep schedule]. As 2010 drew near to its close, I had a few options lying before me. Among them, in no particular order of desire: spending time with family, a close-knit gathering of close friends, an evening of sparkly shenanigans. By reality I don't mean the re...
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love, daisies, and troubadours: Good morning, Saturday.
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. Good morning, Saturday. Please excuse me while I seep into a lovely haze of inspiration. So, in the spirit of celebration I'd like to share my most recent bits of inspiration. Prepare yourself. I love love LOVE the garland. I would also want to try this with antique mason jars. The wall-flowers. All I'm sayin'. I may or may not have a slight obsession with anything chalkboard. But seriously, how incredible is this? I thought so too. 8 Mile, Vaulte...
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love, daisies, and troubadours: September 2009
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Love, daisies, and troubadours. June: a-tiskit, a-tasket. My stomach is growling. It's probably about time I update this guy. Here's the thing - I'm still somewhat in this whirlwind of transition, so I'm finding that the details are still kind of hazy. Why had I chosen to be here, and not there? No one could have thought me a bigger hypocrite than myself. At the same time, though, we've all got a strength in us that exists unconditionally. A beautiful paradox. Pumpkins, orange Mums, falling leaves, apple...