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  • a happy, ordinary, middle-aged, suburban woman who paints odd pictures, gardens in a straw hat, lives with the love of her life, is owned by one cat and the ghosts of several others, and walks a little funny 'cause she has a fake leg. She started this website because there's more to life than what we lose, and we need to let each other know what's possible, even if it's only a happy, ordinary life.

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    Make sure the subject line of your correspondence is clear and specific. I do not open e-mails from strangers unless I can tell in advance that I want to read them.

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  • I Took The Handmade Pledge!

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Kay Olson

Ohh-kay! Yeaaay!

What is it about NaBloPoMo that invigorates? I cannot figure it out. I was a one-time failure at NaNoWriMo too.

I am so looking forward to this. Even if you just posted emoticons each day, I'd be amused -- far beyond reason, really.

A little Descartes humor.


Ah, yes, I love that cartoon, and it's so very appropriate here on so many levels. Thank you.

It may come down to daily emoticons. It just may. Stay tuned.

I'm just excited you're going to be participating again this year. :)


Okey dokey. Message received. ;-) and heard. And I am totally stealing a badge.


Oh, yay! I'm so glad you will be playing, too! :)


I'm sure yourself will be adequately enthralling.
Even if thats pictures of Sam or your various vegetables or pies.
Heres a picture of my cat.
I am very fond of my cat, she's semi feral, she was born in an old car in my garden about twenty years ago. For her early life she would only come indoors to eat, or if it was really cold outside, but after she had kittens she spent more time indoors but her disposition was still basically un-aproachable. She did not like to be touched. At all. By anyone. After a long time i found i could stroke her a little while she was eating, but only for a couple of strokes, if i persisted she would leave hissing and in a huff. After a long time she became more accustomed to me and did not mind being touched and stroked so much. Now that its pretty cold outside, she comes indoors much more and will allow me to brush her some. She is getting on a bit now but she is still a good mouser. She used to be very wary of people, and still is to an extent, which gave her the name 'Paranoid' shes not so nervous of people now, so i just call her Para. Shes fluffy, mostly white with a black tail and ears,
and i think shes very pretty.
For every comment that gets left, there are probably hundreds or more visits that leave no comment.
You blog, therefore you exist, and touch many.

John :)


Hee -- cute kitty.

Para is a poofkele, fyi. :)

Also, I like the idea of being "adequately enthralling." Don't want to go overboard or anything. Might strain something. ;)

Rebecca Clayton

I love your badges, and have stolen one from the NaBloPoMo site. I'm really enjoying reading your blog--how is it I've not found you sooner?

Back to reading your earlier posts, lest I put Descartes before the horse.



Glad you like the badges. And if it's any consolation, I don't think I've ever heard of you 'til now, either. (Big blogosphere, really really big.) Thank you so much for popping in and introducing yourself. I look forward to checking out your space in turn. :)

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