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    Thanksgiving

    itiswellwithmysoul:

    Thanksgiving is the hardest of the holidays for me it makes me miss my dad a lot. I’ll be with my mom, my 4 little grandsons, my daughters, sons in law and my nephews(lovingly referred to as the Irish Mafia by some). My dog Sophia and my daughters pug, Daisy and my nephews’ BIG dog Stanton, named after the street he was living on, in Manhattan, at the time. Should be quite the fiasco.

    Everyone else was asked to make or bake something but noooo not me. Apparently none of them have gotten over the green and white paper towel I left in the salad years back. Hey at least you know I lovingly washed that lettuce and dried it. Who knew the paper towel would became camoflauge when drenched in EVOO and Balsamic vinegar?  Whatever.

    Then the next day I will be wreath delivering to the cemetaries for my dad and   cousin Bob’s graves. I hope they don’t fall apart before I get there.

    All of the above will be happening if I strategically plan my drive.

    My hunting neighbors, Mr Smith and Mrs Wesson, will be keeping a close watch on the place for me. I should alert them before I come home, lest they think I am a trespasser.

    Everyone knows you put that paper towel in the salad on purpose so that you’d never have to cook for anyone ever again!  Hah!

    Sounds like a big happy family but nothing ever replaces the hurt of the ones you love who are no longer with you.  I miss my grandmother so much and she’s not been with us for more than 20 years.  Thanksgiving was her holiday.  She made a beautiful meal and fed an army with it with tons of leftovers to take home.

    This year, my oldest son tells me, “I will be coming over but I won’t be very hungry.”  (Or something like that — can’t remember exactly what it was he said.)  What’s the point of cooking for someone who isn’t very hungry?  Sort of took the wind out of my sails.

    But then I remembered I have three other sons with hollow legs and a husband and 4 dogs who will appreciate a hearty meal and I got over it.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you, dear Internet friend!  (And I would love to see pics of those wreaths!)

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    If a writer writes poems and short stories and novels, but nobody ever reads them, is she really a writer? ~Jennifer Weiner
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    I recognized Bell and his famous violin right away but I’m a musician.  There is no way on earth I wouldn’t have stopped and listened!  Just.  No. Way.
I love this experiment, though.  But it’s a sad commentary on life in the fast lane.
genevieveclare:






(via heymissy:allthingsalishan:mzreport)
Perception
Something to think about…. 
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes: The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
The questions raised:
*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*Do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.
How many other things are we missing?

    I recognized Bell and his famous violin right away but I’m a musician.  There is no way on earth I wouldn’t have stopped and listened!  Just.  No. Way.

    I love this experiment, though.  But it’s a sad commentary on life in the fast lane.

    genevieveclare:

    (via heymissy:allthingsalishan:mzreport)

    Perception

    Something to think about….

    Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

    4 minutes later:

    The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

    6 minutes:

    A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

    10 minutes:

    A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

    45 minutes:

    The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.

    1 hour:

    He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

    No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

    This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

    The questions raised:

    *In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

    *Do we stop to appreciate it?

    *Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

    One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

    If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.

    How many other things are we missing?

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    karlahack:

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    The baby Frenchie is way too cute!!!!

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    adorablelife:

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For the dream house files.

    adorablelife:

    (via thebookofsecrets)

    For the dream house files.

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    ‘This is motherhood for you,’ said my own mother. ‘Going through life with your heart outside your body.’ ~Jennifer Weiner
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    Can you believe this cutie is the mother of three?  This is my darling daughter-in-law, Kara.  (My name is Karla and we often get each others’ mail and prescriptions.)  She was a little annoyed with me that I made her let me hake her picture today but I thought she looked so cute!  “Let me take a “the way I wore pic for my blog.”  She thinks I’m crazy.  Anyway, I thought she looked adorable!  (I don’t know where she got the outfit except I do know she got the boots at Target for a STEAL.)

    Can you believe this cutie is the mother of three?  This is my darling daughter-in-law, Kara.  (My name is Karla and we often get each others’ mail and prescriptions.)  She was a little annoyed with me that I made her let me hake her picture today but I thought she looked so cute!  “Let me take a “the way I wore pic for my blog.”  She thinks I’m crazy.  Anyway, I thought she looked adorable!  (I don’t know where she got the outfit except I do know she got the boots at Target for a STEAL.)

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    radicalrevolution:

putzinaround:

sweet! bluetooth rings.

    radicalrevolution:

    putzinaround:

    sweet! bluetooth rings.

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    Yumminess at the church Thanksgiving Dinner today.  Good food, good friends loving family.  Wonderful day!
And now, for our not-so-regularly scheduled nap.  (Still not sleeping well at night, and eating turkey doesn’t help me stay awake during the day!)
My friend, Jeannie, is going on a hike.  I should, too, but oh darn — can’t find my hiking shoes…
via www.martinsquest.com

    Yumminess at the church Thanksgiving Dinner today.  Good food, good friends loving family.  Wonderful day!

    And now, for our not-so-regularly scheduled nap.  (Still not sleeping well at night, and eating turkey doesn’t help me stay awake during the day!)

    My friend, Jeannie, is going on a hike.  I should, too, but oh darn — can’t find my hiking shoes…

    via www.martinsquest.com

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    aijalonlove:

frickenkyra:

emmahundreds:

trappinandfappin:

If you have never had these for lunch:

Your parents didn’t love you.
You didn’t have a childhood.


If you didn’t pull one of these out your lunch bag you couldn’t sit at the cool table.

LMAO ! i guess my parnets never loved me & i never had a childhoo xD i hardly had these only one time? lol

hahahahahaha!!!

Wow, really?  I always felt bad for giving my kids these!  Whew.  Maybe I’m a better Mom than I thought.  LOL.

    aijalonlove:

    frickenkyra:

    emmahundreds:

    trappinandfappin:

    If you have never had these for lunch:

    1. Your parents didn’t love you.
    2. You didn’t have a childhood.

    If you didn’t pull one of these out your lunch bag you couldn’t sit at the cool table.

    LMAO ! i guess my parnets never loved me & i never had a childhoo xD i hardly had these only one time? lol

    hahahahahaha!!!

    Wow, really?  I always felt bad for giving my kids these!  Whew.  Maybe I’m a better Mom than I thought.  LOL.

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    Finally, one just has to shut up, sit down, and write.
    — Natalie Goldberg (via ilovereadingandwriting)
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    These are eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil.
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    These are eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil.

    via www.smallwoodsharvest.com

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