Well… not literally.
They say you only ever truly know someone once you’ve either travelled with them, lived with them or married them. What they left out is that will be when you find out who YOU are, too.
So far I’ve learned that I need nausea pills for the take-off, chew almost half the packet of chewing gum in order to avoid my ears from cracking, and I love couch potato-ing more than I would like to admit. I will also kill my Husband.
That is if I didn’t actually love him, of course. (Or was afraid of prison. Or blood.) Let’s be honest, at some point in your marriage, you have thought about murdering your loved one. Where you have gotten so ANGRY; not upset, not irritated but so ANGRY that you could probably be capable of first degree murder. You would probably have thought about how…
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So endless the week appears
Five days this task
Eight hours each, two teams of ten
Merchandise shifts, rearranged in Renton, Washington
Dust swirls, the nose overburden
Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo
Final day mini-trip
Local lake I park
Waves slap on shore near and far
Mountains rise the backdrop
Clouds grey and dark the painting complete
Homes, hundreds, eat into
Nevertheless mind at ease
Raft of ducks navigate the tide
Moored boats mimic the ride
Seagulls perch on shore, wind rustles
I am captivated, I am adrift
So serene, yet so alive
For a brief breath of time work aside
Alas, time to go
I back out, to the show
Seagulls block the path, yet slowly part
Will they let me go or attack?
No time work beckons.
Back in January, I wrote the great news about my son who was invited to take the SAT as a seventh grader. This weekend, we received his scores. He was afraid to open the envelope because he kept saying he wasn’t confident about his performance. So I opened the envelope for him. This boy…this SEVENTH GRADER…earned a huge 1380 on the SAT. This placed him in the 96th percentile of the other seventh graders invited to take the test, and it placed him in the 93rd percentile of ALL students combined (middle school through twelfth grade).
The score report indicated he met the benchmark for college readiness, so I asked my son “What’s the point of even going to high school?” His answer was “Because of social norming.”
No matter what I chose to do in my life the going seemed to be tough, like forcing water to run uphill, defying gravity—attempting to countermand the very laws of nature and the manner in which the world works.
Imagine me, a simple girl from rural Michigan wanting to be Japanese. Me, an intensely independent child who cherished nothing more than to be outside barefoot on her grandparent’s farm playing in an unstructured manner, transplanting herself into a too shallow vessel in an ineffectual attempt to morph into a demure, soft-spoken woman.
I had been born a Michigan pine, a sapling lashed by the wind that crosses from Lake Michigan to Lakes Huron and Erie. But I had allowed myself to be pruned and trained in an unnatural way . . . not simply in an attempt to acclimate to new soil for a time. No, in an ill-fated decision…
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March forward, I say
discovering another way.
Not for Knowing’s sake,
or even New’s.
For Tradition’s Evolution,
past these Darker Days
now stepping back
to the past,
of failed promises
for those who need it most.
Reach out, march forward
toward a future where
and society cares about
all they need
not being judged for
what the don’t.
Unburden yourself from
the past ways of
kings and prophets,
of saviors and charlatans,
for Tradition’s Evolution.
Photo Credit: Frank Fanatic
Jackson Pollock’s style of painting, as exemplified by Convergence, is an important, innovative development in the history of painting. At the time of the painting, the United States took very seriously the threat of Communism and the cold war with Russia. Convergence was the embodiment of free speech and freedom of expression. Pollock threw mud in the face of convention and rebelled against the constraints of societies oppressions. It was everything that America stood for all rapped up in a messy, but deep package. On that same note, some of Pollock’s works were even sponsored by the Congress for Cultural Freedom (an anti-communist advocacy group founded in 1950), which was backed by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) (Karmel, 1999). The CIA appreciated Pollock’s style, because it steered clear of social realism and overt political gestures. Pollock’s abstract work was hard to decipher, but his rebellious nature and expressions of freedom were clearly evident.
What do you see?
Lipstick has become a beauty staple for me the past few years. I wear it almost every day, and I get a lot of questions from friends and readers which types of lipsticks I wear and how I actually make it last all damn day. My friends are always pretty surprised that I can go most of the day, while eating and drinking, and still have my lips pretty much fully intact. So today, I am sharing 5 steps that will make you lipstick stand the test of time…or until you decide to wash your face. See below!
1. Exfoliate and moisturize
I wash my face every night, and I always make sure to exfoliate my lips because wearing lipstick as often as I do, it can easily dry out my lips. Some people use lip scrubs, but I found that using a washcloth and water works just as well and is a cheaper, easier way…
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What is the “Golden Rule of Investing”?
“Think of all money you earn as a Potential source of Future Income”
Don’t think in terms of how much money you have or have saved but rather how much money you can generate from what you have.
In other words, when you receive your pay check, of course you have to pay your bills. And some bills you will always have – electric, water, gas, phone, mortgage but those that you don’t is where you can get the money to finance your future. A great example is your car. A lot of people buy a car – and of course they buy into the marketing that owning that luxury or high priced sports car is more fulfilling somehow. But what you need to consider how much future income did you give up for that little bit of prestige you got from…
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I love sushi. I would hands down have this a staple diet and eat it every single day of my entire life. The combination of fresh ingredients, not to mention rice that’s been perfectly rolled forming beautifully shaped pieces of art.
Despite this masterpiece I actually found out that there are a lot of rules when it comes to eating sushi. I unfortunately was not brought up with this etiquette but I’m learning these rules slowly…
So far I abide by these rules:
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