tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76010618586214356642012-01-27T19:46:59.688-05:00Deckside ThoughtsCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.comBlogger4451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-3902039216565577092012-01-19T05:30:00.006-05:002012-01-19T06:08:28.042-05:00Isle of RestFar back in the days of glorywhich the classic bards have sungin that age of song and storywhen time and world was youngmen dreamed of a happy islandfar off in a summer sea where life was a joy foreverand hearts from care were free.Where the sad forgot their sorrowand the sick forgot their painand the weary and heavy-heartedfound youth and joy again.For never a shadow darkenedthe skies of Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-78349185238832542202011-12-31T17:06:00.021-05:002012-01-11T08:04:48.164-05:00Wringing out the old . . .. . . and making room for the new. Today I needed a spot of color (not white, thankyouverymuch). How about you?
Colias interior, Pink-Edged Sulphur sitting on a couple of zippy zinnias
Colias philodice, Lively Clouded Sulphur atop a purple wild aster
I have no clue what it is but it sure is purty.
(thanks to Nancy, I now know this is Mallow ~ hot diggity dawg & thanks).
Larus argentatus, Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-66474522261389611012011-12-04T11:54:00.000-05:002011-12-04T11:54:07.077-05:00Rest Stop
Juvenile Northern Goshawk
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-73183136518447108672011-11-27T10:55:00.006-05:002011-11-27T10:57:44.380-05:00Screw CyberMonday, Let's Have a Giveaway!Last week we Americans chose to celebrate a slew of colorfully named days: Gray Thursday (the holiday formerly known as Thanksgiving), Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, and Burn Baby, Burn Those Credit Cards Sunday!
As enticing as all those vibrant and cheery holiday shopping days are, there's really nothing quite like Giveaway Mondays. No, this will not be a regular feature. I'm just Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-92012461390963205042011-11-15T13:37:00.009-05:002011-11-15T16:04:00.388-05:00He trained. He ran. He sparkled.13.1 miles of beautiful scenery (why, yes, that IS me waving at Rick).
Don's sister, brother-in-law, and niece drove across the state to cheer for Rick.
First Rick sighting from our front yard!
I'm still recovering from retinal damage from the first time I saw the training group tee.
Practice shot while waiting in the chute for Rick to run across the finish line.
His first sight of me in the Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-22783520813098064412011-11-12T09:56:00.014-05:002011-11-12T10:03:09.455-05:00I'm nowhere near ready for winter. And you?
Rick is race-ready. The weather is going to be kind. Booyah!
There's still time to make a tax-deductible contribution to CureSearch, an organization devoted to finding a cure for childhood cancer. If you'd like to learn about why he's doing this and how to donate, please visit his fundraising page. Thank you.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-91451881808434280552011-10-30T21:04:00.009-04:002011-11-05T20:29:54.315-04:00Merry Hallowe'en Y'all! It's A Giveawaypalooza!Last year, Shutterfly reached out to bloggers to promote their products. All I had to do was pander like a crazy person tell you about all the wonders on their site to get 50 free holiday cards.
For me.
Nothing for you.
Kind of a lose/lose for all us since I'm not much of a holiday celebrant.
This year, it's different. All I've got to do is type 175 words about Shutterfly to give away codes Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-79811995563727395712011-10-29T08:57:00.003-04:002011-10-29T10:45:44.518-04:00They're Their There Its It's Alright All Right
I no know your you're not won one of the billions who's whose grammar was destroyed by Facebook's black whole hole of misspelling to too.
This 25 word rant was brought to you by Saturday Centus.
By the way, the winner of the CHICKtionary book and mug is none other than Brian Miller. I wish I could see his face when he takes a gander at the mug. Brian, I double-dirty dog dare you to use it at Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-26462379112389405792011-10-25T10:09:00.018-04:002011-10-26T17:55:31.595-04:00This is so very wrong on soooo many levels I'm going to do it . . . twiceJust not today.
Today is reserved for making fun of it.
I could do what my best buddy does (he shall remain nameless because I still don't know his real name), Homemaker Man, and write a post doing it and making fun of it at the same time. I just don't think Shutterfly would be overly thrilled if I took that route.
What is it?
It's a giveaway.
Or two.
I still haven't decided if I have the Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-31544424147422669652011-10-22T10:38:00.006-04:002011-10-22T11:43:47.212-04:00For the Love of a Good ManI don't hold any illusions that life is fair. To me, fair is a place to go to ride the carousel, eat greasy food, and check out the agricultural exhibits.
Over the past 12 months, my world has been rocked—hard and often. I've kept most of it off this space. When I've been absent here or in your worlds, it's been because I've been trying to find ways to cope with the latest piece of craptastic Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-51031457348208743732011-10-16T20:15:00.006-04:002011-10-16T20:19:09.799-04:00Rocks and hard places"Sue, are these two rocks special?"
"Well . . . I liked the swirls in this one and the pattern of the holes on that one."
"Keepers?"
"Mmmmmmm . . ."
"Sue, it's okay to keep them if you like them. Besides, they're really small. I can just put them in with the jewelry."
::sigh::
"Okay?"
"Okay."
Driving over, visions of of macro-packing danced in my mind. Kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-19726104191947045062011-10-14T08:01:00.014-04:002011-10-14T08:47:37.258-04:00Mother Earth & Father Sky Paint the WorldSunrise over Lake Champlain ~ Vermont
Harvest Moon Rise over Lake Champlain ~ Vermont
Sunset over Lake Champlain ~ New York
Sunset over Lake Champlain ~ New York
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-91756005784975519172011-10-05T20:14:00.003-04:002011-10-10T17:10:57.426-04:00Columbus Day Weekend is National Blog Break, Right?I know I heard it somewhere (probably in my head where I hear most things).
Doesn't matter because that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
On September 17, I had the good fortune to be enlisted to take photos of the local Celebrate Pink 5K Walk/Run to support BreastCancerStories.org. It was a bright spot in an otherwise dismal month.
Thank you Wendy & crew for allowing me to be of service.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-75125192258664520562011-10-02T10:25:00.000-04:002011-10-02T10:25:45.776-04:00October Boobs Rerun: With UpdatesOriginally posted on October 1, 2010 and it's as relevant today as it was then.
Guess what? All of the links still work!
Score!
For my dear friend, The Purple Goddess.
Let's face it, I'm a cause-aholic. Not only am I genetically predisposed to overdo things, I was also taught to contribute my time, energy, and money when I could. So there you have it: the history of me in 29 words using proper Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-6013943734848686222011-09-28T13:54:00.006-04:002011-10-01T10:20:52.674-04:00The longer I live, the less I know
I'm not even sure about this raptor. I think it's a peregrine falcon.
Then again, I could be wrong.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-78331791010025482452011-09-25T08:33:00.003-04:002011-09-25T08:58:10.164-04:00"Life is not a matter of holding good cards . . ."“. . . but of playing a poor hand well.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
“Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Rest in peace, my friend.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-46745483511190687192011-09-23T15:10:00.009-04:002011-09-24T13:22:03.567-04:00You say rose hips . . .
I say beach plums and
the goddess of weather says
fall solstice has come
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-83088292614100222122011-09-22T14:39:00.004-04:002011-09-22T14:39:57.771-04:00I got nuthin' . . .. . . 'cept a donkey
. . . that ain't mine
. . . and I want it.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-13755294263330162482011-09-19T07:30:00.040-04:002011-09-22T13:26:15.473-04:00Sometimes a baby cardinal is really a terminally ill friendWhat I wrote here was only superficially about baby cardinals. The feelings of powerlessness go much deeper.
a sparseness of words
veils tightly wound emotions
my soul seeks solace
Please take a moment today to send prayers, hope, healing energy, or whatever you do in accordance with your belief systems to D3 and M. Thank you.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-48909179575076810262011-09-17T06:48:00.017-04:002011-09-18T18:21:43.321-04:00Summer's Final Knock-Out Punch
Summer, summer, fickle trampHate your end—so chill and damp.Cold as winter of a mornIn the autumn that's the norm.Summer, summer, wretched . . . &#*%hAll my wool clothes really itch.
Hanging out with Jenny this week. She tossed a gauntlet I couldn't resist. Write a 32 word piece to the melody(?) of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" using the 3-word prompt: in the autumn. If you think you can Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-42943013682449445742011-09-16T11:39:00.004-04:002011-09-16T12:18:33.252-04:00Colors of Hope
morning glories POP
in your face brilliance—will the
hydrangea follow?
Weekend FlowersCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-55475213526870179232011-09-14T20:51:00.000-04:002011-09-14T20:51:31.415-04:00Summer's last hurrahMating Ruby Meadowhawk Dragonflies (Sympetrum rubicundulum)
Ruby Meadowhawk Dragonfly Male (Sympetrum rubicundulum)
White-faced Meadowhawk Male (Sympetrum obtrusum)
White-faced Meadowhawk Male (Sympetrum obtrusum)
White-faced Meadowhawk Female (Sympetrum obtrusum)
warmth and soft breezesa promise summer can't keepcold snap's a'comin'
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-17279407807704453882011-09-11T22:08:00.010-04:002011-09-11T22:31:16.749-04:00Drained
sorrow filled day saved
by bright hues mixed with pastels
colors flood my world
Haiku Heights: FloodCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-42190690282669973982011-09-09T11:55:00.010-04:002011-09-09T12:00:38.540-04:00There was chaos followed by graceThe cardinals were acting like complete wackjobs from early to mid-August. It took a quiet peep peep peeping to finally understand why. They'd had an oopsie and there were tiny babies in a precariously perched nest. This second round of babes were literally living on the edge—of the bridal veil bush, of the warmer times, and worst of all, of me and my camera. Every morning I'd sit on the deck Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-63885819482208399642011-09-08T12:31:00.013-04:002011-09-08T12:59:17.438-04:00Holy Crap! I Hit Publish and the Sun Came Out! I'm Magical.
raindrops may brighten
late summer's soft hushed colors—
these eyes yearn for sun
Haiku HeightsCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-26882431635987062882011-09-05T23:19:00.000-04:002011-09-05T23:19:38.535-04:00Holes
weeds entwine the holes
wounds left by souls loved and lost
kiss my broken heart
Haiku HeightsOne Single ImpressionABC WednesdayCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-32785030041561035772011-09-02T17:24:00.003-04:002011-09-03T07:14:51.951-04:00I could be right . . .. . . but it's highly unlikely.
Doesn't much matter (unless you count ego) because Misty Dawn over at My Dogs Keep Me Sane will set me straight. Good gawd, the woman even has a life list of bugs she hopes to someday photograph. Me? I just shoot pretty things.
Why yes, I am shallow.
At least about bugs.
(Misty, I spent about 3 hours trying to identify these, so please tell me I got at least Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-16143092785581162942011-09-01T19:53:00.003-04:002011-09-01T20:07:35.508-04:00Irene, you lose . . .. . . and the flowers win!
the blanket flowersblossomed with verve and vigorsuch vivid delight
with colors fadedthese buds stayed strong, opened widetheir sweet scent pervades
dormant since Julythe beach plum bush forced a blooma garden surprise
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-21499367873179543352011-08-30T19:26:00.000-04:002011-08-30T19:26:17.959-04:00I like to watch . . .The clean-up from the damage Tropical Storm Irene left in her wake took about an hour to complete.
I'm lovin' the new view from the deck.
These guys even lopped a dead limb from the neighbor's other dying tree giving me a clear view of their chimney. Why is this so wikkid cool? My next challenge is to finally snap a shot of a chimney swift diving back home.
Friday My Town Shoot OutCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-18553780379837755382011-08-28T19:13:00.003-04:002011-08-28T21:26:04.902-04:00TS Irene finished what TS Danny startedAlmost exactly two years ago, Tropical Storm Danny took a swipe at New England. We came home from our midwest trip to find a backyard full of tree.
It took close to three weeks for the neighbors to finally remove that damn thing from the yard. We strongly suggested they remove the whole tree because the bulk of the dying tree overhung our garage. In the end, they decided not to spend the money.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-22771053353015002822011-08-27T14:38:00.004-04:002011-09-03T13:42:49.881-04:00Mostly UnidentifiedI was trying to get a decent shot of one of these . . . {Blue Dasher Dragonfly}
. . . when I got distracted by this . . . Silver Spotted Skipper
. . . and startled by this. {Yes, I knew it was a chipmunk!}
Don't come running to me when your face explodes!
Special thanks to Misty for identifying the dragonfly and butterfly.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-19683000631459680962011-08-27T09:57:00.012-04:002011-08-27T15:55:16.283-04:00Hello Irene ~ Goodbye FlowersBlanket Flower Bud ~ SOOC & Cropped
Brown-Eyed Susan ~ Lomoish
Pencil-Sketch with Color Bleed
Inverted Colors
Pink Sedum ~ Dramatic Sepia Bleed
Salmon Colored Rose ~ Posterized
Blue Hydrangea ~ SOOC
SOOC = Straight Out Of the CameraAll effects created using PicnikCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-5814039806352383602011-08-23T18:55:00.003-04:002011-08-23T19:04:40.574-04:00Every Stitch a PrayerCamera bag slung over my shoulder, I weave between clusters of uniformed men and women; slide behind six rows of mostly-filled chairs; and find a vantage point along the northern wall. I am here to bear witness.
Today, the National 9/11 Flag makes its only stop in New Hampshire at Fire Station #2 in Portsmouth. The iconic flag that hung at Ground Zero, now the National 9/11 Flag, has been slowlyCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-57509934380199346202011-08-22T09:35:00.000-04:002011-08-22T09:35:27.649-04:00Due NorthCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-28329883320755617832011-08-19T13:39:00.000-04:002011-08-19T13:39:24.413-04:00Simplicity
I'd rather sit on a pumpkin,
and have it all to myself,
than to be crowded on a velvet cushion
~ Henry David Thoreau
Friday My Town Shoot OutCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-41233296654412560942011-08-18T21:12:00.006-04:002011-08-19T08:06:14.940-04:00Flying aroundMonarch Butterfly
Harris Checkerspot Butterfly
Clouded Sulpher Butterfly
Chipping Sparrow and Downy Woodpecker
White Breasted Nuthatch
Lancet Clubtail
Team Heavy Metal L-39s and some crazy-ass bird trailing . . .
. . . another crazy-ass bird high up above . . .
. . . and a gull crossing one big bird's path.
USAF Thunderbirds 6-wide and low-flying . . .
. . . annnnddddd returning upside down.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-80588928268119663782011-08-16T15:13:00.012-04:002011-08-21T08:45:00.374-04:00It's only trite if you make it so
in twenty-four hours
a bud blooms—prods me to live
one day at a time
Friday My Town Shoot OutCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-20191381475657595502011-08-15T07:50:00.000-04:002011-08-15T07:50:52.508-04:00I used to write here . . .
. . . but along the way, I lost my voice and found my joy.
Any time spent traversing the blogosphere fills me with awe of the writers, poets, and photographers around me.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-39742301783679881652011-08-13T08:54:00.003-04:002011-08-13T09:06:06.399-04:00Laughter really IS the best medicineCommon Blue Damselfly upon a rain-soaked Shasta Daisy.
Looking at the sun through a Lavender Hosta.
Looking into the sun through a Pink Daylily.
It has been said that s/he who laughs last, laughs best. Can you guess why publishing this made me laugh out loud?
You regulars get it, right?
Right?!?!?
The Saturday Centus prompt is in bold red type. Because I'm anal-retentive, in a good way, Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-43995585112383597642011-08-12T10:12:00.006-04:002011-08-13T06:53:32.587-04:00Back roads and byways
small town born, farm raised,city crushed, highway slam-jammed—settled on the fringe
blinked and it changed
shadows erased—beams and rays
sunlight at daybreak
big picture to small
look deeply into shadows
hidden treasures wait
rustic charm abounds
lose your way on the back roads—
look through childlike eyes
Friday My Town Shoot Out
Weekend ReflectionsCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-47676581100255843112011-08-10T09:02:00.000-04:002011-08-10T09:02:15.204-04:00They came, they fought, they left . . .Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-62196544934583547982011-08-09T05:30:00.001-04:002011-08-09T05:30:03.049-04:00You Guys!!! Guess What?They're baaaaack . . .
Gotta run to the beach but I wanted to let you know immediately about some of the excitement from this part of the world.
When I have more time, I'll toss some more exhilaration your way.
Hope you're all having a grand day.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-80396447096640998712011-08-07T09:56:00.000-04:002011-08-07T09:56:20.048-04:00Holy Crap! I'm Robert Kennedy! Who Are You?
You Are Robert Kennedy
You hold yourself to high standards. You demand near perfection of yourself.
You may seem quiet and withdrawn, but you're paying attention to every single thing around you.
You are detail oriented, and you take things one step at a time. You are very accurate.
You focus on fantasy more than reality. You have your head in the clouds.
Which Kennedy Are You?
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-61951760264782882912011-08-06T07:57:00.012-04:002011-08-06T08:53:22.743-04:00SlippingTwelve Spotted Skimmer
Pink Water Lily
sunlight slowly wanesas a too-short summer ebbscold dark days ahead
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-15204274847532949092011-08-05T20:15:00.004-04:002011-08-06T09:12:09.288-04:00Dalliance
brief twenty-four hours
to delight, sparkle, amaze—
a lesson to heed
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-82168138652330341402011-08-03T14:27:00.012-04:002011-08-03T17:13:26.189-04:00Cardinals: Dad, it was scary in that garage! Now that I'm out I'm starving.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-30061336445753862262011-07-31T23:55:00.008-04:002011-07-31T23:55:00.259-04:00Dear BlogHer: Thanks for the adventure and I quitThe folks over at BlogHer who host NaBloPoMo must be busy getting ready for BlogHer11. Why else would they neglect to create a badge of honor for those of us who completed July's daily posting challenge?
Because I sweat blood to post daily to complete this damn-fool thing, I took matters into my own hands and made a couple. Anyone who completed this insanity in July, please feel free to grab theCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-62412849548488661232011-07-30T08:25:00.006-04:002011-07-30T09:42:13.536-04:00After the rain
A promise is a cloud; fulfillment is the rain. ~ Arabian Proverb
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-51441828982204574332011-07-29T18:07:00.006-04:002011-07-30T10:35:46.530-04:00Duck, Duck, Gull, Gull, Seriously?
Those gumby-necked birds are cormorants.
The rocks they're sitting on are not painted.
You're welcome.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-20452899769379230152011-07-28T20:50:00.003-04:002011-07-28T20:52:15.843-04:00What's Your Pleasure?The view from one side of the narrow coastal road . . .
. . . including the Lady Kath from the Cayman Islands.
The tiny sailboat? Paying for prestige because . . .
walking across the road, is the same as sliding down the social scale.
Some folks can afford a sweet sailing vessel . . .
. . . others opt for a small sport fishing boat.
A seaplane, small speed boat, and a deep-sea fishing boat make Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-88829278906791695012011-07-27T22:15:00.000-04:002011-07-27T22:15:24.095-04:00Guess what my doctor ordered to help my ankles get strong again?Remember way back in February when I told you that I was wearing a medical stabilizing boot on my right foot? It took 35 days to finally get a diagnosis: stress fractures in both ankles. By the time I got the diagnosis, the left ankle was almost healed. I telecommuted for 5 months. For a brief period, I was able to use a laptop from my recliner on the ground floor. Over the course of 3 weeks, it Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-79888801822097942042011-07-26T23:55:00.004-04:002011-07-30T08:30:11.377-04:00I missed my blogiversary and that's not all . . .Monday was my 2nd blogiversary. Whoop-de-doo.
Worse still, I just found out there is no badge for successfully completing July's National Blog Posting Month.
31 days of blogging all for naught.
I've decided to create a badge for all the folks who participated.
I thought I'd start with this picture.
It needs a few words to lampoon honor this whole experience.
I'm tired and inspiration isn'tCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-24666080028851358192011-07-25T21:23:00.000-04:002011-07-25T21:23:16.809-04:00Vigilance
from branch to bush to tree top they flit
in a nest hidden deep, chicks rest
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-67849547852707133012011-07-24T06:00:00.013-04:002011-07-24T10:46:12.750-04:00Addiction (160)it's
not
a choice
it's a disease.
had I cancer you'd weep
why then treat this with any less compassion?
ignorant of facts, some judge
those who suffer
and fight—
many
die
This is a Monkey Man Sunday 160. What can you say in 160 characters, including spaces?
NOTE:
I don't usually step in and explain what I've written. I'm making an exception because this is too important to me not to.
This is Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-7446056048457548892011-07-23T07:54:00.000-04:002011-07-23T07:54:07.733-04:00It's all I've ever wanted
Before I die I want to . . .
mend what's been broken
thank all who've enriched my life
watch the world find peace
This was written for Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus. She supplied the bolded prompt and challenged us to write 15 words to finish the sentence. Love writing micro-posts? Please join us.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-45355734521658066832011-07-22T07:12:00.004-04:002011-07-22T09:33:45.100-04:00Inadvertent hypocrisyit does get bettercome back, we love and need you—it got different
we're spiritual,not religious; why do Ihear the Lord's Prayer?
thank you for my lifecouldn't have done this alonemay you all find peace
my kit bag is packedlove, strength, truth, grace, wit, faith, hopeno room for dogma
This is a Friday Flash 55. What can you say in 55 words? Come over and join us.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-64946131953993370872011-07-21T17:31:00.000-04:002011-07-21T17:31:43.886-04:00I'm not disappointed . . .. . . that this nest is not a Phoebe's nest. I am a bit dismayed that it's quite possibly the birthplace of more English Sparrows.
When I went out to get the mail, I heard chirping overhead. I stepped out from under the awning and saw these sweet little babies.
Since the nest is now completely assembled, it looks far more like that of an English Sparrow than something built by another bird. Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-36890895769403476062011-07-20T11:03:00.011-04:002011-07-20T11:59:44.197-04:00I'm having lunch with THE JEFF!I've wasted spent a staggering unbelievable insanely idiotic bit of time trying to decide which prompt to write about for National Blog Posting Month. Not surprisingly, my brain finally exploded from the strain.
In the end, what with the brain explosion and all, I decided to just write what's in my heart. For those of you expecting raccoons, birds, chipmunks, or the moon, I apologize in advance Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-6268667012802141412011-07-19T21:46:00.004-04:002011-07-19T22:13:31.626-04:00Something I try to remember . . .. . . when things aren't going as well as I'd like.
We often ask, "What's wrong?" Doing so, we invite painful seeds of sorrow to come up and manifest. We feel suffering, anger, and depression and produce more such seeds. We would be happier if we tried to stay in touch with the healthy, joyful seeds inside of us and around us. We should learn to ask, "What's not wrong?"~ Thich Nhat Hahn
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-67618882498334297962011-07-18T20:42:00.000-04:002011-07-18T20:42:56.246-04:00You know you live in a red state when . . .. . . you see these conversations in your Facebook News Feed. Yes, these are all women I know and love; I'm a bit afraid not to love them after seeing this.
Vermont? Can you hear me calling? And why the hell don't you have at least a mile of coastline?
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-7329797209336767642011-07-17T07:00:00.001-04:002011-07-17T07:00:08.215-04:00Gone racin'
I know, kiddo. It's gonna be a scorchah for shu-ah, ayuh.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-73601246332860883982011-07-16T06:00:00.007-04:002011-07-16T06:00:09.623-04:00There have been plenty of prompts for NaBloPoMo and yet . . .. . . I've struggled mightily to actually embrace a single one. If I can't do that by the 20th, I don't think I want to settle for a dinky badge like the one Musings from the Big Pink's Homemaker Man has on his sidebar.
Sure, it's all kinds of cute and whimsical—especially on a dadblogger's sidebar—but it just doesn't work with the message of my awesome boring indescribable sidebar.
There are Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-81992192093825380802011-07-15T18:27:00.000-04:002011-07-15T18:27:18.415-04:00NaBloPoMo is for the birds!
fifteen days gone byfive more until I decide—persist or withdraw?
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-74111233728685819882011-07-14T09:02:00.000-04:002011-07-14T09:02:11.839-04:00A rainbow of colors for D3 & M1Energy, vigor, encouragement, and courage
Tranquility, calmness, health and healing—and a subtle reminder to bee good to yourselves
Dignity, hope, and magic
Strength and wisdom
Love and friendship
Forever and alwaysCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-18936161789303905402011-07-13T06:40:00.003-04:002011-07-13T11:22:22.450-04:0095%95% Full Thunder Moon
Wasn't thrilled with the first one so I gave it another go with texture.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-2218280302643368272011-07-12T06:00:00.002-04:002011-07-12T06:00:22.312-04:00Where the flowers have all gone . . .Remember this lovely Brown-Eyed Susan from yesterday?
Well, here's what happens to these flowers when they think no one's paying attention.
Seriously little fellah? Leave my damn flowers alone!
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-12901617055899814812011-07-11T07:43:00.003-04:002011-07-11T10:00:59.192-04:00I've been one poor correspondent . . .. . . but it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind . . .
Here's a little something just to show I care.
Not quite sure I'm going to make it. Daily posting is taking time away from responding to your sweet comments and visiting your blogs.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-19924720196200246202011-07-10T10:47:00.013-04:002011-07-10T10:57:40.705-04:00Overheard in the backyard . . .
I have no idea why my husband thinks I spend too much time sitting on the deck watching the wildlife.
Sheesh.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-58767010878138038602011-07-09T16:48:00.009-04:002011-07-09T18:43:09.678-04:00Seeking the source of the song
full-throat dual-note
occasional bursts of tri-notes
recognized the voice
searched old memories
then it appeared—northern bob-white
a song from my youth
immature, off route
not seen in this habitat
thanks for the fly-in
Camera CrittersCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-56274186865757533962011-07-08T08:30:00.006-04:002011-07-08T12:31:19.670-04:0045 minutes I'll never get backThe following is the actual transcript of an online chat I had with a customer service rep at Bank of America. The changes to the font for "You" are intentional. They coincide with the ebb and flow of my frustration as well as a couple of times I was messing with the droid representative.
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Reina: Hello. Thank you for being a valued Bank of America customer. My Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-47741523089680504022011-07-07T08:34:00.003-04:002011-07-07T08:34:58.780-04:00Go forth and multiply!Comcast, in its infinite wisdom, moved other story lines below the fold to make room for this astonishing pictorial 'news' story: The Ten States Running Out Of Children. This incredible story was broken by 24/7 Wall St. (not to be confused with The Wall Street Journal).
We're running out of children? Holy shiitake! For the sake of those of us approaching our dotage, procreate! I'm staring down Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-26518551832768293072011-07-06T06:00:00.002-04:002011-07-06T06:00:22.783-04:00It's no raccoon family, but it's what I've got . . .watched that big tree holefor over a week now—pffftthem 'coons are long gone
he's no replacement
he's adorable and quick
he may grow on me
with head bowed, eyes sadhe too knows they left one nighttogether we'll wait
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-33784545654165802372011-07-05T06:00:00.011-04:002011-07-05T06:00:09.977-04:00Color me green . . .In honor of the 5th of July—the day our crazy little city has decided to have its fireworks display—I hopped over to blogthings.com and completed their holiday quiz: What Color Fireworks Are You?
The world fascinates you. You maintain a childlike curiosity about everything. You are childlike in your approach to life. You are full of curiosity and excitement.
You move on to the next thing Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-81030308105065110752011-07-04T10:31:00.003-04:002011-07-04T10:32:48.123-04:00Stuck at the drawbridge . . . thinkingThe Inscription Reads:
Memorial to the Sailors and Soldiers of New Hampshire
who participated in the World War 1917-1919
The Great War
the war to end all wars
didn't
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-81031546905422663702011-07-03T07:00:00.003-04:002011-07-04T06:42:30.278-04:00More mad smartphone photographyARIZONA saguaros whizzing by at 75 mph through a filthy car window
Changing it up to see if you're paying any attention. Lord knows I'm not.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-14200534003367784552011-07-02T07:00:00.006-04:002011-07-04T06:32:01.662-04:00And now for something completely different . . .I lied.
New Mexico zipping by at 75 mph
And there's really no way to prepare yourself for my mad smartphone photography skills.
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-80143149631921600362011-07-01T07:00:00.030-04:002011-07-04T06:31:08.167-04:00Prepare yourself for my mad smartphone photography skills
I'm taking the plunge and entering the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) challenge for July. Insane? You betcha.
New Mexico zipping by at 75 mph
The rules are simple: post something every single freakin' day for a month. Nowhere in there does it say that I have to post stuff that makes any sense.
I do believe I've found my niche.
Don't get complacent because one day this month I may Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-73163209535233410012011-06-29T05:00:00.004-04:002011-06-29T07:28:54.721-04:00I May Not Be Keeping IT After All. I Need a Hug.Remember those pictures I posted on Monday? The ones of the lone raccoon popping it's head out of the gaping hole in the neighbor's tree?
Somehow it grew 500% during its nap.
Guess what? Seems that the hole was really a clown car. And that there 'coon 'tweren't the same one I seen in the morning.
Here's what happened when evening rolled around.
One big-ass Mom and 4 kitts.
Mom really Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-75500474678351128492011-06-27T08:57:00.012-04:002011-06-29T07:18:03.924-04:00It's A Boy! It's A Girl! Whatever IT Is, I'm Keepin' It!Crazy freakin' birds were squawking up a storm this morning. That usually means trouble's abrewin'. I looked for cats, dogs, and wild-eyed two-leggeds that usually set off the wildlife. Nada.
Then I noticed movement up above.
"Holy shit!"
There it came walking down the limb of what's left of the tree we share with our neighbor. Not sure if it's male or female. All I know is it's mine. I'm Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-68881586215751651372011-06-24T14:52:00.009-04:002011-06-24T20:17:49.186-04:00Gravity Works! And Other Atrocities of Aging"Do I look younger tonight?"
"Um, yes?"
"No, I'm serious. Does my face look younger tonight?"
"Why, yes it does."
"There's not a shred of honesty in your eyes."
"Yes, you do look younger."
"Stop smirking. There's no wrong answer to this question. Just be honest."
"Seriously?"
"I'm trying something new and I want to know if it's working."
"You definitely look younger tonight."
"Stop Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-29727798164429319012011-06-09T12:46:00.026-04:002011-06-09T16:33:31.222-04:0010 Unbeatable Tips to Make Your Coastal NH Trip the BEST Ever!Tourists, we love your money you! Honestly, we do. Somehow we've gotten a bad rap for being surly unfriendly uncooperative curmudgeonly churlish irritable somewhat cautious about our interactions with people from away. Being from away means you can't trace your family's roots in NH, VT, or ME back to the 17th century. You folks from southern New England? Yes, we include you in that group of Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-6307312443706286582011-06-04T10:17:00.000-04:002011-06-04T10:17:29.709-04:00The Calm Before the StormCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-71871206984297400952011-05-28T07:37:00.004-04:002011-05-28T08:09:27.761-04:00Das Boot and Dem Beesbarely survived itthe longest winter in yearsdas boot didn't help
birds everywherearbor vitae hold robinsphoebes at the door
too much rain brought weedsthey overrun the gardensthe wild pinks can stay
this hitched a ride homewith ferns from Memere's gardentook two years to bloom
sweet scent of scotch brooma few blossoms have openedhoney bees return
buzz in the basementfinally found the Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-73282658155774440482011-05-25T21:24:00.006-04:002011-05-26T06:43:24.208-04:00For Ginny ~ My Other Mother
Eyes closed, I listen to the waves softly kiss the shore. A gentle breeze floats off the Atlantic—the briny scent soothes my soul. As I watch the gulls swoop and dive, across the continent a small craft sets sail from Dana Point. On board? My second family. The one I adopted when life got crazy in my own home.
"There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
I Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-49555442843512787952011-05-09T09:04:00.012-04:002011-05-10T06:34:23.516-04:00Happy Birthday Goofball! (Father. Husband. Writer. Blah. Blah. Blah.)This blog has a crush on a couple of blogs. As a Piscean blog, that's not unusual. That it has a crush on a male Taurean blog is not at all surprising. While it's nurturing, kind, and determined Taurean characteristics shine, it is its constant state of tumescence that's the real draw for female blogs in the know.
Its posts are always often laced with double-entendres. It's easy to visualize it Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-54252073672272589782011-05-08T11:08:00.000-04:002011-05-08T11:08:23.790-04:00To all the mothers I could link to - you're awesome!Tina gave this here sweet award to me. Because it's so special, I want to pass it along to all the mothers I could find a way to link to ~ some blog, some participate in fundraising for their kids, and some just rock!
I know that many of you don't accept awards. I just wanted to express my thanks for the difference you've each made in my life.
The Zen Of MotherhoodJenny MatlockLittle Sealed Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-65942246240576405592011-05-03T08:21:00.000-04:002011-05-03T08:21:28.554-04:00War is not healthy for children and other living thingsOriginally posted on December 9, 2009
I was a child during the Vietnam War. A young teenager when we finally pulled out. My mother couldn't stand to watch the first televised images of war; at home we were shielded from its reality. I do, however, remember occasionally watching the news with my grandparents. I'm still haunted by those black and white images, taken on the run, jerking up and downCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-2755337067268609602011-04-15T13:24:00.013-04:002011-04-15T13:44:09.583-04:0022 YearsBy my standards—I'll never marry—I was jumping in too soon. No biological clock was ticking. We'd decided a couple of years before to remain childless. Why rush into something so fixed, so permanent, so . . . so . . . so immutable? I wasn't uncomfortable with the arrangement we had. By choosing to live with him, the 12-year old Catholic girl who ran the show back then had made the lifetime Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-52873355928666103172011-04-13T21:04:00.016-04:002011-04-13T21:24:07.440-04:00Why yes, I AM alive . . .
. . . and batshit crazy.
And you?
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-55206254922518450512011-03-07T05:00:00.032-05:002011-03-07T05:00:06.839-05:0016 DaysMy silent missive hurtled into the universe.
Please make this morning different.
In just over two short weeks, muscle memory has already taken control. The floor meets my left foot. No weight—just contact. Breathe in, swivel my right leg, breathe out. Flatten both hands on the bed for leverage. Prepare to stand. The first spikes of pain surge through my left wrist and forearm. Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-59232284450041774302011-03-03T13:00:00.000-05:002011-03-03T13:00:57.405-05:007 Years Gone By
March 17, 1937 ~ March 3, 2004Donald A. Duford ~ DAD
you fixed everythingyour hug still remains unmatchedthe need is strong now
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-9759448862600413072011-02-18T00:00:00.009-05:002011-02-21T07:50:58.875-05:00With Deepest Sympathy
early days of grief
hearts flooded with memories
shared tears and laughter
mortal shell broken
soul freed from human bondage
on wings of angels
spirit drifts away
family and friends gather
to honor this life
sad hearts overflow
grieve, remember, surrender
a new day beckons
winter's toll taken
weary earthbound souls await
solace of springtime
Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-54261724197438320582011-02-16T15:52:00.021-05:002011-02-17T18:20:07.863-05:00Who is TwoBusy's Wife? Who is TwoBusy? SEO Anyone?Is uncovering the real identity of the writer/blogger known as TwoBusy your goal? Then you've come to the right place.
This is one of most closely kept secrets in the entire blogosphere and I'm going to let the proverbial TwoBusy out of the bag right now.
TwoBusy is a man with a family who's chosen to write under the pseudonym TwoBusy. In other words, he's chosen to be anonymous. In case you Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-81932304108718404132011-02-14T06:40:00.006-05:002011-02-15T12:36:45.143-05:00When last we saw our intrepid New Englander . . .. . . she had just called 911 and was waiting for someone—anyone—to lend a hand.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
"Hey."
"You're never going to believe where I am."
"At work?"
"Nope. I'm stuck on Shit Creek Lane."
"WHAT???????????"
"Yep."
"What the hell happened?"
"I was driving up the road and I lost traction when I was almost at the top. Six freakin' feet from actual pavement. I put the car in reverse Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-40981534022510375982011-02-11T13:20:00.003-05:002011-02-14T20:10:49.905-05:00hahahahahaha 911 hahahahahahaBzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
"Thank you for calling Triple A of Northern New England. To continue in English, please press 1."
Ponk.
"To hear how Triple A can save your family 100s of dollars on your next vacation to Disney World, please press 1."
Why the hell did WBLM have to go all Ira? Shuddup shuddup shuddup! Might be time for a CD.
"To learn how Triple A can save you a fortune on your next usedCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-17303527347436311802011-02-10T08:05:00.012-05:002011-02-10T08:05:01.182-05:00FrozenBy my calculations we're 16 billion weeks into winter. In spite of the Pennsylvanian rodent's prediction of an early spring, I firmly believe there are still 16 billion more weeks until winter ends.
As a result, I've got a major case of the I-don't-give-a-shits. I'd pull up my boot straps like a good northern New Englander and trudge along until summer. Sadly I haven't been able to find them Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-10680855944770249892011-01-28T07:58:00.009-05:002011-02-01T18:05:07.232-05:00CrackedI've been dreading this since October.
Changes in Corporate Culture Causing Cranium Combustion.
The actual event looked just like this.
Creatively Composing a Comparative Crown.
Cluck?
Come on over to ABC Wednesday where folks from all over the world have linked up their posts for C.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-43322292456944463732011-01-24T04:00:00.012-05:002011-01-25T11:41:23.191-05:00Birds of Winterbeaten and battered
broken by her harsh cruelty
January's wrath
of a day, they come
brightly colored breasts drop by
a flock of brilliance
they stay just one day
these beautiful birds—a balm
leave us uplifted
For those of you who live on the other side of the big pond, these are American Robins. Almost all of them are males. In the first and last photos (same image, just trying on Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-48680666518483802352011-01-21T05:00:00.018-05:002011-01-26T08:08:43.278-05:0012 Steps of Overthinkers AnonymousStep One
Admitted we were powerless over overthinking (oh no no no; two over words in a row just won't do) and our lives had become unmanageable.
Well, not completely unmanageable. Sure there are times when it seems berserk and a bit overwhelming but in the grand scheme of things, how much does a little chaos really matter? It's not like we can't stop anytime we want because, well, we can. We Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601061858621435664.post-63523006428696141352011-01-20T08:59:00.000-05:002011-01-20T08:59:20.887-05:00Winter blahsCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.com14