tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69561797205706371682024-03-04T23:26:12.991-06:00Wish I Were on Higher Ground...Ramblings of life in the South...Trying to witness the joy in a life, before it moves along!Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-73717829444787696542019-11-06T10:58:00.000-06:002019-11-06T10:58:37.482-06:00Missing in ActionIt has been a long time; I have been lost!<br />
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We all have been lost or felt insignificant, run over by time and circumstance...<br />
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Well, I am back, as there is value here.<br />
There is soulfulness and logic in the revelation of my real world experiences or thoughts.<br />
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These things are valuable.<br />
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I missed this place &<br />
Need this space.<br />
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The reflection and words are important. This is my life, more now than ever!<br />
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I AM BACK!<br />
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Love to all, Jules<br />
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-92108309079075907862014-08-17T17:59:00.002-05:002014-08-17T17:59:46.698-05:00Six Sentence Sunday... themed addition!<b> Today's theme... Friendship!</b><br />
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She never knew how much she gave to me with just the corner of her smile.<br />
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Funny, that sometimes, I know more of them and what they are truly made of, than I do of my own self.<br />
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All pink and polka dotty, she ran to the edge of life not knowing if she would fall or fly, but she met it headlong, yet still with grace.<br />
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No fear, no shame, just unconditional love for all that we are and all that we are not, is what a true friend holds for you.<br />
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When you go shopping, take a friend, for they are a much better mirror when you are trying on things fit for you and your life, yet to come!<br />
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Just knowing that they are never out of reach, a friend can make you brave!<br />
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<br />Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-41149646205543864482014-08-17T17:34:00.000-05:002014-08-17T17:40:20.847-05:00Christmas FishChristmas in July is over, a new Christmas will be here in the blink of an eye...<br />
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Why I awoke to have the urge to come here and be me, well, I really don't know. Why Christmas, I am not exactly certain. What made this topic flash into view, cast in giant letters that are large enough to appear on the Times Square screen that flickers across the front-line of my brain? IDK...<br />
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Okay, not the truth. I was thinking of exercise and going swimming this morning, BUT I am so lazy, as I sit here in my bright floral pj's with the orange and blue birds all over my legs (I love these pajama's) and I sip my coffee from a big bold mug.<br />
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Exercise... hmm. Christmas, what?<br />
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Here's the thing. I was very ill at the end of last year. The kind of illness that sneaks up on you. The kind of being sick to the level of almost losing your life. The kind of sick where, when I came fully back to life, I never even understood what had happened to me for weeks and from time to time I know that I still don't get it. As a matter of fact, I am still discovering things that happened while I was "unplugged" from the planet and only remotely related to" living".<br />
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Some of the things that happened are very sad, some of the things are very emotional, even more there are bright and shiny spots in the whole ordeal. I think most of my family and friends have P.T.S. related to the time spent waiting for me to wake up and be me. I am more than likely the one who had the easiest time, while I was on the vent. When I came off of it, there were a few days, when I believe my loved one's thought I might have brain damage. I moaned and fought through the days and nights. I was unreachable. Dark dreams, fighting to escape, I have many stories to share when I am ready. But, this morning it is Christmas!<br />
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Although, I am rolling everyday since my hospital stay like I am back to "normal", I am far from that location in my life. I am tired and my body is still weak and lacking. I swear that I need a care giver and a house cleaner, to help me make it through a normal day or week. By the end of the day, I am hollow and wilted. So, I know that I need to manage my hectic work life an find a way to exercise and build myself up to more than I am now. I have done well and can walk, "Look Doc, no cane!" However, it is time for the next phase, past the being able to step up on curb or the get my self up the stairs at work phase.<br />
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After this attempt at the morning writing "cleanse", I really do need to get in gear and get my ass to the gym. But, Christmas, I mentioned Christmas... so let me tell you why.<br />
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Last Christmas Eve, was the evening I was removed from a regular hospital room and placed in the rehab unit. When I woke up, post ventilator, I had lost a huge amount of muscle mass. I could not stand or walk, I could not even really feed myself, (trust me there are plenty more stories)... I was just a blob. I got pissed off at 100 pound physical therapist who could man-handle me, as she was doing her patient evaluation. I am not accustomed to being the patient or to be the one to need help. I helped patients and carried them from place to place if need be. It was harsh and cold to me, but I just did not understand that I was lucky to be in this shape instead of vanished from the planet, as the Julie I used to be.<br />
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So, I go to the rehab unit. I have a brief family visit and then everyone was banished to go out and have Christmas Eve beyond the hospital, since they had spent so much time at my bedside for the last 15 days. I thought I was good and happy, but when it became still and silent, when I could no longer cheat and hug the wall or the furniture to make my way to the bathroom (there are rules in rehab, because you cannot handle yourself, it's too dangerous!). I got scared. The reality of my condition was apparent. Staff of the hospital often continued on to a disconcerting conversation after the "smiley" introductions: "So, what quality of life did you have before this hospital stay"? "Did you have a caregiver?"<br />
CAREGIVER, Quality of Life, WHAT? I am the caregiver! "Did you dress yourself?" Really, who was I, what happened to me? Why was I eating broiled fish and broccoli on Christmas Eve, in a bed with the rails up and an alarm that sounded for the entire wing to hear, if I as much as set my big toe on the floor?<br />
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It was the low of low's, when the nurse explained all of the rules and left me with paperwork to date and sign. It was Christmas Eve, December 24, 2013... I knew that. I picked up the pen and sloshed my signature across the bottom line, it was not legible, but at least I had some clue how to sign it. The date box loomed next to my unreadable name, but it remained empty. I held the pen and stared out of the window, looking at a fabulous and amazing picture of some of my grandchildren in Christmas garb with huge smiles, a poster with Elton John in his big blue glasses, that read, "Julie, you and I have a date" , alongside a beautiful snow globe that a friend had brought me.<br />
December 23, 2014... 12/24/13, no big deal. The space remained blank and my panic mushroomed. What? What freaking reason could there be for such a disconnect between my brain and that blank on the page below me. Actually, I could not envision way it should look, the way I have it written in the above line here. There seemed to be no auto pilot, I guess that plane crashed somewhere in the storm of drugs and mechanical breathing that were the master's of my body for a while. Yep, that plane must have went down in flames! The Times Square billboard was dark and blank, there was not one letter or piece of punctuation to help me visualize and get anything written. The date sounded empty in the hollow of my brain, as I screamed out in into the void inside of my head, it is CHRISTMAS EVE, DECEMBER 24TH! I was lost, so I picked up the pen and scribbled.<br />
Then I let lose the tears that dripped over the "Christmas Fish" remains. I was extremely cautious not too move too much within the confines of my prison bed, lest the alarm would sound and alert everyone that I was lost...and not able to care for myself mentally nor physical.<br />
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The night got worse and more lonely... I even had an accident. How low can you go? I sent scrambled text messages to a friend, I just wanted to go home! But, I could not write or remember or tell time off of the wall clock. I could not really stand or walk. The Christmas Fish was real, and I never want to go back there again.<br />
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So, today, how blessed that I rise and walk and write. Today I go out to become just a bit stronger, as I go to the gym to work and make myself healthy once more...This year, there will be no fish for Christmas! <br />
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P.S. I do know why I came here to be me, today... thank you, R.<br />
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<br />Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-47438854739138085872014-04-04T12:24:00.001-05:002014-04-04T12:25:23.531-05:00Just a Dash...Makes It Your Choice!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>As, I sit at my table thinking...</b><br />
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it's too quiet, do I want to turn on some tunes? I hear the birds chirp and the rattle and bang as the old garbage truck creeps along my street to empty the large, green bins. I look outside at the dreary day through the steam that rises from this amazing, second cup of coffee; the one topped with the generous dash of "my" Saigon cinnamon, a sprinkle which makes it all the more enjoyable to me.<br />
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I ran errands this morning, as the rain is coming later...<br />
choosing things, like strawberries and whipped cream, steak and mushrooms and real butter from the grocery shelves. These things appeal to me, my choices, small things... but are they?<br />
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While seated, I light my candles; the one a friend gave me and the other I bought to match. They are to be nestled inside the antique summer lanterns that have been centered on my table. Peachy candles, something different...and I changed my place-mats yesterday after polishing the table. I chose the ones with the green dragonflies and the french words and postmarks that I pretend to understand.<br />
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<b><i>Oh to go to France in the spring! Ooh, la la!</i></b><br />
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I felt a little lonely for a second and then I thought of that lovely bird call again and noticed that the garbage truck had left the perimeter of my conscious hearing. Why, I am not lonely at all! I am happy to be blessed with so many choices and so many things that make my life, my life. A life that I can choose to fill with people and adventure or a life that lets me choose my quiet, precious surroundings. A life that still lets me be the individual who builds it how it makes me happy, as I please, in any given moment (and if I am not happy, I can surely change it).<br />
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<b>I can choose my mood, my shoes, what book to read, what to eat, when to sleep, where to go, who to see... WHATEVER I WANT!</b><br />
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And since my brief stint with a serious illness a few months back, I know that these choices may not always be within my control. There may be another time that sadly lingers longer and renders me helpless to the whim and choices of others; even if necessary, still not my choices.<br />
Perhaps not in my own comfy home, in my own comfy bed. It has already happened, I was just lucky enough to live, make it home (with the wonderful help of family and awesome friends) and have this moment to sit here, sip the hot coffee out of my favorite cup and just write. <br />
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What we heard is true, "You don't know what you got till it's gone"! <br />
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Be happy, look around you and understand that you re blessed to be you, in your space, making your own decisions! Choose well and remember to enjoy and recognize the myriad of "little things" before a glitch sneaks up that allows them to be snatched from your grasp! <br />
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<i><b><u>Add a dash of something, somewhere, every day to spice it up and make it your own...cinnamon is an excellent start! But then, that's just me!</u></b></i><br />
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Plucked from my normal life and not even able to recall all of my recent days past...<br />
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I know that I am loved and I am on the edge of feeling safe once more, in my health.<br />
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My mind, not sure which way to turn... being eternally grateful, would be a start and should be the mainstay of my existence.<br />
But, I am so human! Not only frail of body with the assaults that it may encounter on this tricky planet, full of exposures for any weakened system; but human and frail in my mind, in my thoughts and needs.<br />
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Not having my normal life (although having life at all has been a huge gift that was restored to me after a very close call) can make me sad, confused, out of control and longing for where I was before I fell.<br />
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Why do we always need more than we have, when having anything at all is a blessing?<br />
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<span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Yet Floating</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Carried away in time and space</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Not even the sound of my own heart beating</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">I exsist only on an inhale</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;">Strolling around my olde' town, I stopped today near a place that I have traveled past for years. I even remembered that as a young teenager, I pushed the pedals with much more energy... as to not slow down near here! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;">It is actually a pretty patch of land with lovely, windswept trees that sometimes together with the sun create lace patterns on the grasses of the glaring white, bleached tombstones. I have decided that this is a perfect to place to walk on a bad day...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;">People come and go, life in all of it's joy and chaos continues. We are merely a blip on the screen of a universe so vast and incomprehensible that our problems are truly microscopic. All that means is, everything, the gusto of your life, is how you carry yourself in any given second; for the next second may not be held for your existence!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;">It is very hushed in this space, the markings are old and tell tales of people who once were. I breath in and push my feet across this shroud of green turf in order that I might return to <i>my</i> "bad" day. And in this day I have gained a bit of clear insight, that it just ain't so bad after all... </span></div>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-20846750793054373462011-11-16T13:41:00.000-06:002011-11-16T13:41:24.753-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCtcUOOdy3PpwegePV9l8kKQNTJQVC9JVciO8hFMLYi_oVJ2O7I8QuyQ4VrHgtpUJC4EOclvD44zxjGvNdn7fBILzLsdgAFHz1CBC8ByFS21fhmFIPFzK3l25P-78vpSIuepAPn2AwA/s1600/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCtcUOOdy3PpwegePV9l8kKQNTJQVC9JVciO8hFMLYi_oVJ2O7I8QuyQ4VrHgtpUJC4EOclvD44zxjGvNdn7fBILzLsdgAFHz1CBC8ByFS21fhmFIPFzK3l25P-78vpSIuepAPn2AwA/s320/New+Image.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To run free is an amazing gift!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our spirits are harnessed by nature to an "earthbound" gravity, filled with the absolute weight of the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let go of all that holds you down...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and give your spirit a chance to soar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Be exceptional and free if only for a moment...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">you have that power within you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let this be the most important gift that can you give yourself...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Unconditional love, in an conditional world is an exceptional achievement.<div><br />
</div><div>Celebrate your soul mate, as no other human being will ever understand or admire your spirit more... !</div><div><br />
</div><div>You can never push away the one you truly love (and who loves you), no matter what hell you try to create; they will never give up or walk away, they will just fight harder to stay.</div><div><br />
</div><div>In my life, just short of loved ones and special friends, coffee, chocolate and a mountain or ocean view are the best things that I can hope to have in my ordinary day.</div><div><br />
</div><div>People are in fear of what they cannot relate to or do not understand.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Keep your faith and let the light shine on your face, as you must believe that you are truly amazing!</div><div><br />
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</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-79495346546002251042011-11-09T13:22:00.002-06:002012-10-01T10:24:00.099-05:00THE LAST MORNING GLORY...<b><br /></b>
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<b>Life has been hectic, but good!</b></div>
<b>Trips out of town, new grandchildren, camping with friends... All of those things squeezed in alongside a heavy work schedule, my new health regime and trying to get my house in order has not left me a great deal of time for the things that make me, ME!</b><br />
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<b>I am proud and happy except for the things undone, like my poor, pathetic yard. Grass rag-tag and tattered with sticks and wild weeds. I really call them wild flowers, but who am I kidding? I tell myself, everyday as I climb into my car, "the insects love you, look at all of the blooms"! They are buzzing with activity and I feel like I have allowed nature to be itself, showing it's finest before the dead of winter! My mess is part of the universe in it's most pure form. (I am really good at convincing myself that my slack can somehow equal good on some astral or karmic level).</b><br />
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<b>Yesterday, as I was bending for the morning A.I.S (ass in seat) departure, I looked over and saw it! One of my favorites...and they do so truly touch my heart. I do not know if it is the color, which I love, the frailty or strength that they represent to me, or if it is just the light that shines from within them as they greet a new morning.</b><br />
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<b>I jerked to a stop and halted my hasty, forward movements in order to do the most important thing... I snapped a few quick pictures as a farewell to the flowers. I smiled and knew that next year they would be back to greet me along with a new summer sky... </b><br />
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-48900477902712854282011-10-09T09:54:00.000-05:002011-10-09T09:54:19.100-05:00Six Sentence Sunday...Oct 9, 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgC0Cyp1DEcISX-hDWdIPY17S18JXxc9bxaIzk70rwrXQlzXgItvTHzDin5djMN4UWMq1KmZzXgt-voSc1OTB_p6CKB2pag-Ahpn25DNFtYMsgYpFjtFpLKxXp39oEV15yp7-24lWzg/s1600/colorado+mountain+view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgC0Cyp1DEcISX-hDWdIPY17S18JXxc9bxaIzk70rwrXQlzXgItvTHzDin5djMN4UWMq1KmZzXgt-voSc1OTB_p6CKB2pag-Ahpn25DNFtYMsgYpFjtFpLKxXp39oEV15yp7-24lWzg/s320/colorado+mountain+view.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br />
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The nature around us is a gift from God; if we slow down and take just a moment to look closely we will see his hand.<br />
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As hard as I might try, even if I fight with all of the strength that my poor heart can muster, I cannot make it through this life without love...<br />
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Fear of failure makes you keep your colors inside of the lines!<br />
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There is nothing more sweet than a tiny new baby, curled up, sleeping on your chest...your hearts touch.<br />
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Sometimes, you do not see the joy in your life, until it has passed!<br />
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Fall photo, by Jules<br />
Near Evergreen, Colorado...U.S.AJuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-5943492465827787292011-10-08T11:57:00.012-05:002011-10-08T14:42:44.266-05:00No Butterfly for You....Well, I woke up and went to sit outside on a beautiful weekend morning, where no need to rush to work makes me feel like a queen!<br />
During the week, time for things that truly feel like a blessing are somewhat diminished... it is more difficult to rise and face the day, knowing the insanity that awaits me.<br />
Breezy, fresh and peaceful was the world, as I sipped my smoky java and inhaled the day!<br />
I began to notice the flowering weeds in my yard! I guess they are weeds because "city girl" Jules, did not plant them...The lavender flowers growing wildly, supported by the ragged grass that needs attention were just a hub of activity. Woven in between are the morning glories, which I did plant, because I so love them (and because they photograph like champs)!<br />
Bees, both honey and bumble zoom along with the slower moths and butterflies. All shapes and sizes of winged creatures, just flitted about enjoying my disheveled yard.<br />
The light was awesome and speckled with moving shadows, as my trees danced with the wind. I was not going to miss this inviting opportunity!<br />
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I left the steaming mug abandoned and alone on the glass table top and rushed to seek out my camera! It was just where I knew that it would be, entombed in it's black leather pouch. I rustled it loose from it's coffin and pushed the little silver button to revive the lost soul. NOTHING!<br />
I shook the case to free the other two batteries. As I fumbled with the silver casing and released the latch, I wondered just how long had it been? Two more attempts at camera CPR only resulted in dead bodies... put a toe tag on 'em and move on! <br />
In hopes of not missing the capture of my outdoor bliss, I grabbed my cell phone. Okay, not much of a tool but when you snooze you lose. Apparently, I have been asleep at the wheel a lot longer than I realized.<br />
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I scared away the first orange and black butterfly. How did he know I was there? Did I need to move down wind? So, after scaring away two other posers, I thought sit down, blend in...<br />
I am so damned funny! It is not unusual to drive by my home and see some women laying near her overgrown "garden" shooting pictures of the underbelly of a bush. Neighbors, just pass by, slowly and in awe! I believe that I have carry tons of entertainment value on my block, and the kids just love me!<br />
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So there I am, I sit still and wait...cell phone posed for a shot to share with you!<br />
Here comes a black bumble, so fat he looks lumbering in his flight. He lights "quickly" on a few purple buds before he reaches the capabilities of my humble cell phone. I smile with anticipation as he sits right in front of me, I push the button... and turn off the phone.<br />
Oh, you have to be kidding me. I laugh, the bee lurches on to his next choice meal. Okay, so try again...<br />
Ready, set, push....slow learner hits the same dad-gum button!<br />
One lovely, huge butterfly attracts my rapt attention across the yard. Oh my goodness, it is huge and sports amazing, colorful wings. I put down the cell phone and just sit quietly and watch. <br />
I know that if I move he will be gone. I know that the phone is not going to cut it... so the crazy weed lady puts down her non-picture taking camera to sit and watch the life around her. It occurs to me that we miss many beautiful things, while we are on a "mission". <br />
So, I stopped. I just stopped and watch the life go on around me. Birds were singing, I could feel the sun on my arms just before it ducked behind a small cloud. The breeze blew in my crazy red hair. No camera today, nothing captured, nothing to share. Just a small moment, flitting from flower to leaf...just my life in this moment...Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-53150667869355392362011-10-08T11:07:00.002-05:002011-10-08T14:34:53.694-05:00Unexpected<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf14ktcoFb6nXjQ1OXq2n0MtBMnhORsQr0VfRGgfq0qNeb-E_84j7WitalV60cdxpILJGMe9jNhputSZEsoi6xep1FNIp4DzCQjGp8h7chMcdNzfzIEUR0xmO9kB4IhiIzhZYAvYE7_g/s1600/central+park+jules.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf14ktcoFb6nXjQ1OXq2n0MtBMnhORsQr0VfRGgfq0qNeb-E_84j7WitalV60cdxpILJGMe9jNhputSZEsoi6xep1FNIp4DzCQjGp8h7chMcdNzfzIEUR0xmO9kB4IhiIzhZYAvYE7_g/s320/central+park+jules.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>I have been away for a little while...</b><br />
<b>I have locked up, shut down and now have managed to trudge ahead.</b><br />
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<b>The latest thing to overcome was having to place my Grandmother in a nursing home about a month ago. "Muzz" has been my roommate for over 20 years, she is now 97 (she will be 98 next month). It was not always a picnic, but she was my buddy! And though I "bitched" in my head, that I wanted my own space and some privacy... I loved her and she loved me. </b><br />
<b>Well, I have to work and it was getting to where things were going a bit mad at home, whilst I was away. Suffice it to say, she could not manage small items that may have gone awry in big ways, like burning down the house.</b><br />
<b>She is in a good place and I have been visiting often. So, while not ideal, I think it is good for her. She is active and attended to... </b><br />
<b>I, however am scared! I wonder who would have thought that the absence of a 5 foot, 100 pound, 97 year old woman would make you feel like you need an alarm system? It is funny what you get use to and what makes you insanely insecure!</b><br />
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<b>Anyway, not all has been bad!</b><br />
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<b>I have a new daughter in law, Sarah...who married my awesome baby boy, Kenny! That was so much fun and so special. They are going to have a wonderful relationship. So, now all of my amazing sons have lovely partners, who are strong and smart and who will keep the families intact. They have deep core values and make the most blessed daughters! I am a lucky woman!</b><br />
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<b>I NOW have two new grandchildren, that are about a month apart. Interesting turn for our family is on my side they are the first GIRLS since me. I was the only girl and I have two brothers, I have 3 sons. We are blessed to have Caroline Elizabeth and Emmy Grace! What fun...Gram gets to buy girl stuff! There is a special place in my heart for those little boys, too. Andrew, Harrison...Gram misses you!</b><br />
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<b>So, as I come out from under the boulder of life my and have a bit of space to concentrate on me and what I see around me and what I love or despise, these posts and pictures are a must...</b><br />
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<b>Thanks, to all of my friends out there life has been quite a ride! Hugs to all of you who may have noticed my missing posts. I send good thoughts and the hope that life has been good to you in these crazy times!</b><br />
<b>I will see you soon with more posts and photos (as soon as I find my camera, that is)!</b><br />
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<b>Have a wonderful weekend!</b><br />
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<b>Sincerely, Jules</b><br />
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<em>"Call him"...</em><br />
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Thoughts so slight, sometimes I barely acknowledge them and yet in other moments they hit me with a ferocity that slams my heart into the crust of the earth.<br />
<em>"Call him"....</em><br />
When you have known someone for as long as you can remember, from the beginnings of your first conscious thought, they do not depart your life quickly. You are part of him, if he never existed than neither would you. So, how can you be disconnected, displaced?<br />
<em>"Check on him"...</em><br />
When you look at your hands and see his.<br />
When you drink your tea out of the cup that he gave you.<br />
When you pass the house and no light is on.<br />
When there is no part of him accessible, when you don't know where he is...you just know he is not here, within your grasp... y<em>ou cannot call him! </em>He is gone.<br />
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We were not perfect, we wasted time, we disagreed on foolish things. The perfect love that should have been, got lost in life, sometimes.<br />
A daughter who did not always listen.<br />
A Father that did not always understand.<br />
Just people who felt pain and were judged.<br />
People who carried heavy baggage from being misunderstood, souls who failed themselves.<br />
So human and fragile, so protective and armoured...just crying for acceptance from those who should have been there unconditionally.<br />
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I will not have the chance to make it up, I cannot make him proud, I cannot hold his hand. There is no "sorry" now, no second chances, I missed it.<br />
Now, I can only wait to see if there is eternity... for now, he cannot hear me.<br />
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This is my first Father's Day without my Dad...It is hard to know that part of you, the person who was here from your very first moment, is somewhere else. Or, well, not here, at least.<br />
It is weird not to have your greatest protector within earshot... If I were in trouble, I would look up and he would be there.<br />
I had no ashes, and due to family difficulties and the ruination of Katrina, I do not have too much physical left to visit or view for memories.<br />
Ha, I guess I can look in the mirror!<br />
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Today I launched this poem and some pictures from a point on our lakefront, attached to it were three balloons. One for each of his children. I watched them sail and wander. I watched them move further and further from me...so small, so high, just a pinpoint dot in the bright sky above. I hope he smiled when he saw the wind, waves and blue skies, floating my love beyond the bright, billowy clouds.<br />
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I love you, Daddy!<br />
God bless everyone today, celebrate, remember, hug, kiss and hold hands. Laugh and look closely at those who are not just some distant spot on a far horizon... and love them with all your might!<br />
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I miss all of you and my writing and pictures.... I will be back, I am alive but my lap top died last week while on the road headed to Houston for the fabulous wedding of my youngest son!<br />
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He and his lovely bride had an exceptional wedding, such a joyous occasion and are now down on Hwy. 1 in the Florida Keys, I hope.<br />
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I will be back, I am researching lap tops and catching up on my job and real work.<br />
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I have had a hectic week, because I am making some big changes for myself. I am in such a transitional state, my blog goes empty and this morning I had to move furniture in order to find my keys!<br />
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I laugh at myself, and say, "chalk it up, and get over yourself"... I will forge ahead!<br />
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So, as I looked at this poem, posted on the wall above my desk... I thought that I would share a bit with all of you and do a pulse check, of sorts! Blessings to all, I miss you!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>The bird let loose in eastern skies, </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>When hastening fondly home, </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Where idle warblers roam.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>But high she shoots thro' air and light,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Above all low delay,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Nor shadow dims her way!</b></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Photo original, Julie Watson</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Chicago December 2010, Baha'i Temple grounds </b></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-21893378305444507192011-05-29T05:43:00.000-05:002011-05-29T05:43:22.141-05:00Six Sentence Sunday...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2O3OLSLVErvCZl9X7pBQzlj62gN4x4VQXZijEZ9zwhOAJHFNRj1f6D_OtxRVjkjfdiFOlxav1It2s9Yuvk0_7-XH-q2m-nGLZwzvN4idovXLLPU691MC_NCG88q4riW2ff63kYE-QA/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2O3OLSLVErvCZl9X7pBQzlj62gN4x4VQXZijEZ9zwhOAJHFNRj1f6D_OtxRVjkjfdiFOlxav1It2s9Yuvk0_7-XH-q2m-nGLZwzvN4idovXLLPU691MC_NCG88q4riW2ff63kYE-QA/s320/untitled.bmp" t8="true" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nappa Sunday's are the most beautiful Sunday's on the planet, I long to go back!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Working a 12 hour night shift, can be rough on an olde' girl like me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I never had a sister and she was more like me than I was myself, she even puts ice cubes in her milk!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The lovely sound of thunder, soon gave way to the sound of pelting hail... We only needed gentle rain, not the fury of tornado's!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soft pink blankets, tiny pink tee shirts with lady bugs sewn on... pink fuzzy wash cloths and a pink seahorse, that is what Grandma buys at the first news of a baby girl!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What a week! And while you all are enjoying your Sunday's I will be snoozing, hungover from working 12 hours last night! I am glad Monday is a holiday...don't forget our soldiers in your prayers, wave your flags!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-67715715183668909832011-05-27T09:15:00.000-05:002011-05-27T09:15:01.369-05:00True Blue (challenge 147 Written Inc)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-DE7zLpZvLPPKffD9UA0I6LvUuLn6o6geYykr5SQfIv8GIxjmPcmCZ0AL1Ux3F9TJDN8t4JWD_LXypD3oeXMei-Qi3RNfMGH8GGhRbOt173BEBHcpDbZPijNwk1ZaWyL_IZVSsdw-A/s1600/DSCF0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-DE7zLpZvLPPKffD9UA0I6LvUuLn6o6geYykr5SQfIv8GIxjmPcmCZ0AL1Ux3F9TJDN8t4JWD_LXypD3oeXMei-Qi3RNfMGH8GGhRbOt173BEBHcpDbZPijNwk1ZaWyL_IZVSsdw-A/s320/DSCF0043.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>She fought fires, kept people safe through fire prevention, taught children safety and dedicated her life to making the world a safer place. She was a leader, best friend, soul mate, mother and a hell of a scrabble player (of course after she beat me about a dozen times, then she tells me her maiden name is WEBSTER, she was a card)! Her heart was open to anyone who needed anything! Honest, open and fun to be around!<br />
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I chose this blue photo today, to honor my best friend ever, who is no longer here with us. We miss her and we miss her spirit!<br />
Most days, you would find her dressed in blue and she had the most devilish blue eyes that I had ever seen!<br />
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My most precious Pam, who taught me so many things... I hope that you look down today and smile upon me!Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-34800914687521119342011-05-26T14:09:00.000-05:002011-05-26T14:09:51.525-05:00To The Friend Who Made Me Smile Today...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiht_Q78uhqQOD4mpJjA0SYnXhYizzd0AoNyJupKLs4irv97R_kz0AsBlI_mn0kRsZtSHFTzakeKUJ7sog-qsegHRQbDFUijxIcLb4wqIWxEtH9Lw3PQLBHTou1gCz3mjUUI06Rp8GeAA/s1600/spring+and+summer2010+258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiht_Q78uhqQOD4mpJjA0SYnXhYizzd0AoNyJupKLs4irv97R_kz0AsBlI_mn0kRsZtSHFTzakeKUJ7sog-qsegHRQbDFUijxIcLb4wqIWxEtH9Lw3PQLBHTou1gCz3mjUUI06Rp8GeAA/s200/spring+and+summer2010+258.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><b>I have had a bad week! Well, okay to be honest, I have had a bad time since last October.</b><br />
Now don't get me wrong, there have been good things, in fact there have been wonderful things. I really try not to miss the awesomeness around me, really. And I remember to be grateful for the blessings that I have, the beauty that surrounds me, the family and friends, I really do.<br />
But losing my Dad was hard, work is hard, money is tight, other friends have died.<br />
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Those things, despite my fight, remain close to the surface.<br />
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I work on making memories and I plan things to look forward to, I am working on myself and doing things that I like. But, still the darker shroud remains.<br />
After a long work night, last night... I return to unlock my office door this morning. A friend had returned a book that she had borrowed, it was settled just inside the Lucite mailbox. As I moved to my desk a cream colored envelope fell out of the book, fluttered to the grey carpet and settled at my feet.<br />
I picked it up to open the flap and before I could fully take the card out, I had tears falling down my freckled cheeks. <b>A beautiful card, with a beautiful sentiment, from a beautiful friend!</b><br />
I was so astounded at my tears, what the hell is going on?<br />
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Then I took a moment to feel the caring that came along with the message! I understood, that I fight so much and work so hard and try to give to others... and in that I forget what it is liked to be cared for!<br />
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<b>It meant so much to me today, that I just wanted to honor her and share with you.</b><br />
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<b>Thank you, my friend!</b><br />
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The photo's are from the my zoo trip in Chicago!Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-19962297814527888412011-05-25T10:03:00.000-05:002011-05-25T10:03:19.784-05:00Blue Again (Challenge 147 from Written Inc)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Deep Blue Leading to Pure Light...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Disappearing Blue</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blue, Yet to Come...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blue through the Brush</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blue Holds up the Moon!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blue, broken down...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Best Blues!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I am sorry, I will stop, I can't help it! LOL<br />
Have a good day!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-81490550463979604752011-05-24T15:49:00.001-05:002011-05-24T15:51:03.044-05:00Words with Meaning (2)<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The word for today is "hectivty" ~ meaning hectic activity</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hectic</span> </b><b>(frantic, intense, confused, fluctuating or recurring)</b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Activity</span> (something that keeps people busy, lively, but not necessarily ending in accomplishing the deed or pursuit) ~ (however, in this particular usage, it is applied as some work or deed that no one really gives a "<u>heck</u>" about)</b><br />
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</i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #474b4e; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><b>Excerpt from: Julie's</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #474b4e; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><b> Book of New Word Essentials: A book filled with logical words to get us through the days of this crazy life!</b></span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-38466060797670798872011-05-24T12:56:00.009-05:002011-05-24T18:17:34.284-05:00Got the Blues... (Challenge 147 from Written Inc)I was not here on Monday but since my blogger friend challenges last for a week and considering the fact that I love the theme I am going to try! Sally said "Blue Monday" and I was rolling with that, at first! But the theme is, "Got the Blues"...<br />
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The best blues of my life are easy to see, the blue of the sky and ocean allow me to truly "be" myself. I secretly wish that I had been a pirate!<br />
This challenge seems to be more of an "indulgence" for me, so I hope that you enjoy them!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eight Layer Blue</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gentle Blue...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blue Worked into a Frenzy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhale Meet Inhale...</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>So head to Written Inc.( <a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2011/05/thematic-photographic-147-got-blues.html">http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2011/05/thematic-photographic-147-got-blues.html</a> ) and view the other challenges to join us next time! It is a good blog and although this is only my second week, I am enjoying it and have found some other cool spots and bloggers!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14099695479029896110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956179720570637168.post-89350408319551071242011-05-22T09:14:00.000-05:002011-05-22T09:14:40.868-05:00No WordsI am wandering off for a few days and I chose even to escape my creative outlet...the computer will be left behind.<br />
You may find me lolling beside the pool...<br />
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So, for this Sunday, I leave you with a photographic wish for the rest of your weekend! Enjoy, be safe!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Favorite Fountain!</td></tr>
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