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I Want Thursdays: December 2010

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Wednesday, December 29, 2010. I have already committed to buying no new yarn in 2011. I am going to use up my stash, finding projects that really appeal to me and the yarn I already have. And then I found this: Minimalist Knitter. It's like it was meant to be. Now I have somewhere to turn when I get discouraged, or distracted by all that yummy, shiny, squishy soft yarn! Thursday, December 23, 2010. What I Want For 2011. And the minimalist mom. Everyone has to define what they need. And that is where ...

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I Want Thursdays: Stolen Moments

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Tuesday, March 15, 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Working mom. Wife. Tea drinker. Wine drinker. Book reader. Knitting novice. Semi-granola living. Breastfeeder. Natural birth supporter. Keep reading and decide for yourself. View my complete profile. Other Groovy Places to Visit. 9 Months and Beyond. The Shape of a Mother. To Write Their Names in the Sand. Groovy People I Read. Hyperbole and a Half. Who needs an alarm clock? Ethereal template. Template images by Jason Morrow.

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A Running Commentary: Broken

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I don't want to do this," I sobbed, more to myself than to anyone else, as I stood in the small room. There was a blanket on the floor and an exam table to my right. My mom sat in a chair in the corner and my dog sat at my feet, more than likely wondering what all the fuss was about. The time had come. He used to roll around on the floor and kick his legs in the air. I hadn't seen him do that in over a week, and he would no longer come when I called for him. I loved that dog with all of my heart and a fe...

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A Running Commentary: Dear Bobbie,

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It is nearly 4 am and I am drunk. Do you not realize how badly I need poutine at this very second? Surely that warrants poutine. I don't like you anymore. I LOVE THIS. Its real and powerful. Check out my blog I think we have similar tastes. Keep up the work, good friend. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Melodrama Of Manners. Broken Images, All Alike. Tales from The Great White North. The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century. Follow me on Twitter.

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I Want Thursdays: Minimalist Mom Moment

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Wednesday, September 28, 2011. So what happens when you have a blowout diaper in the middle of Lowes when it creeps out both legs of your shorts and up your shirt? You have a bath in the sink! And then you leave Lowes in nothing but your clean diaper and your shoes because mommy refuses to carry more than one purse/bag and she didn't have any extra clothes with her. September 28, 2011 at 8:25 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Other Groovy Places to Visit.

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I Want Thursdays: November 2010

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Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Own Your Beauty: Through His Eyes. I try to accept myself for the way I look. I try to see myself as unique and beautiful in my own way. Sometimes I fail. Then I remember: in his eyes I am beautiful. In his eyes, I sing the best songs ever. I can make magical things appear out of my bag. I can turn any activity - like taking off clothes - into a silly song and game. When he looks at me, he sees no flaws, no marks that don't belong there, nothing that makes me less than whole.

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I Want Thursdays: June 2010

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Friday, June 25, 2010. It's the nature of the human heart, the human soul, to want to hold on to that which it has known. It doesn't want to let go because there is pently of room. The more it cares, the more there is the capacity to care for. When do we know when it is time to Let Go? At some point we are really only fooling the person within. That doesn't answer the original question though, does it? When it is time to Let Go or Move On? How do we know? I wish I knew how to draw a better map. I will no...

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I Want Thursdays: August 2010

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Friday, August 27, 2010. Frogs and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails. You have been a challenge to me this week. Not for anything particular, just in general. Perhaps the stars are out of alignment or the world is tilted wrong on its axis. I guess it happens to all of us now and again. You are now 18 months old. Your vocabulary is vast and you talk all the time. You are starting to put together short sentences: Where Dada go? Sit down Pawpaw. Dada at home. You comprehend even more than you can say. My post here...

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A Running Commentary: April 2015

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I miss my dog. I'm sad without my dog. That's the only way to really describe it. I'm not depressed. I'm not despondent. I'm just sad. I'm melancholy. I know that, with time, my sadness will ease, but right now it feels like a defining characteristic. "My name is Megan," I want to say, "and I am sad.". I don't think my dog ever had a particularly impressive grasp of the English language either, but that never stopped me from talking to him. Links to this post. The time had come. His heart stopped within ...