tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196226752012-01-30T09:57:17.105-08:00Spend the hour blogging, and you will discover many more free hours during the day. <BR> Mickey KausBrendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06927634150726608920noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19622675.post-69529109714163289872009-10-23T12:52:00.000-07:002009-10-23T12:57:50.858-07:00

It is close to the eve of my weekend.The thing I look forward to the most is sleeping in. Every single day I get up at 5:30 andI am so tired by the time Friday comes around! Even getting to nine am seems miraculous onthe weekends. Usually my pets wake me up or my dear sweet love ... he doesn't seem to need as much sleep but is tired all the time?Anyway, seems like I am wasting life looking

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It is only -1 at 3 PM. Today, mid-october, it took me over 2 hours to get to work. Normally this trip would take a half hour at the most but it was the first real snow storm to start off what looks LIKE WINTER SETTING IN .... Wait! It is supposed to be in the 20's by saturday. The weather is crazy, crazy if you live in Calgary.Side note ... the RA has reared it's ugly head! I am going to look

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I um. ah ... yeah, i really need to start writing again.I'll add that to the long list. Maybe right after starting my life over.Yep, that um sounds good ...

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Conan O'Brien.One of his guests was Christopher Walken!I just love that guy, he is a good kind of crazy, the okay if you are that way type of crazy! Would love to have him as a friend or neighbor type of crazy .. lolHe makes me smile, he makes me laugh.During his time on the show, he did just that, made me laugh like CRAZY!He talked about how actors should have tails ... the tails could tell

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Photo Assignment:With photo editing tools, take a few picturesof yours and turn them into a negative.

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I used to believe …That Santa was real and that the Easter bunny brought me eggs and chocolate.That my Mother knew everything, I just needed to ask.That love would be perfect, like the icing on cake.That I didn’t need to have money if I had a lot of love, my family and friendships to envelope me.In fairytale endings.That you could learn anything, no matter how old you are.That my Grandmother

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Here comes the sun ...Morning in sunny California.

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Taken at "Citywalk" Southern California

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This photograph of an old school house was captured inWyoming a few years back. At the time I swear I couldhear children’s laughter as I walked through the door thatwas barely being held up by the rusted hinges …More Windows & Doorways Here

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Instructions: Prompt For Sunday ScribblingsI’ve always said that my children should have been born with instruction manuals.How much easier it would have been to raise them if I had had a book of instructions to puruse all the appropriate guidelines laid out in a straight forward manner for me to follow. During delivery each child should have come with one, a manual, that would give me the direct

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September is ‘with someone‘ month - that means you must include someone else in your self portrait. Someone meaningful to your life or to the moment or to a specific event that you wish to document.

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Leaves fall to my feethues of red all swirl downwardlit by the large moon=Breathe the cool crisp aircrunch the knoll of earths colorrake in the new season-BrendaNo sign of Fall here in California so I manipulatedone of my photographs of our back yard grape plant.For more Autumn Haiku go here

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A Different Kind Of SpamWhen I was from the ages of about six until thirteen we lived next door to the "Hoff's". Mr. & Mrs. Hoff seemed really old to me back then, I am not sure I could put an age on them I just know they were really ancient.A lot of what I have learned about the Hoff's was from my Mother when I was much older.The mister was a closet drunk that loved to garden and pass out in the

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Very little sleep in the last few days has caused me to have some dryness and red eye, so before I proceeded to set off on the virtual highway of knowledge (better known as googling) I put in some eye drops…which lead me to know exactly what I would do my research on! Why was I born with one green eye and one blue eye?--------------------------------------A difference in eye color is rare (

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When you think back to when you were a child what are the top five memories that pop up?1.) Being able to buy a bag of chips (as us Canadians called potato chips) and a bottle of pop (Canadian thing again .. lol) all for 25 ¢ or 2 bits as my Grandmother called the quarter.2). Swallowing a quarter and my Grandmother handing me a cookie to wash it down??? LOL3). Wanting store bought bread like my

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^^Written For Sunday Scribblings^^http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/ Sometimes writers find themselves writing what comes easily for them. If we are good at or believe in something we can write tomes. If we are bad at something or we find it difficult we don't bother. The assignment is to write something that you never thought you would write. Push your boundaries. Test the waters. If you

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^^Written For Sunday Scribblings^^http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/Such an auspicious collector I am and a lot of these delectable treasures are squirreled away in an antique dresser that once belonged to a Grandmother of my Stepfather’s. This Russian made wood dresser with an old mirror has never been refinished or polished; the contents are what shine in my eyes.This dresser isn’t full of

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^^Written For Sunday Scribblings^^http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/The monster was real I just knew it.I certainly couldn't be dreaming.My memories take me back to when I was eleven years old and I am in my bedroom, which I shared, with my two sisters.I'd been sick and missed some school. Missing classes didn't bother me, we were taking swimming lessons, missing those was very upsetting.The

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As everyone knows before I got my golden retriever a cat owned me.His name is Kosmo and he pretty much ran the house back then.Kosmo dictated when meals were given to him, when he got attention, what time I was supposed to wake up.This dear sixteen-pound cat even let me know if and when I should scoop his litter tray, dole out treats and whether I was able to visit a restroom without him

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Annie THE DOG Post - GraduationCurrent mood: bouncy Well, I did it.Not like I was questioning whether I could or notbut Mom sure was worried *doggie grin*FridayI graduated from Obedience class. I was even on the team that won the relayrace.Mom was really sweating there for a moment because I pretended Ididn't know what "stay" was, just momentarily mind you, but enough time elapsedthat I had Mom

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(Please keep in mind that these ramblings of mine are all tongue in cheek)Going wireless seems to be a hit and miss way of communicating by what I have seen and heard through the media.I do not own a cell phone but I am in the market. So it only seems right that I am paying attention to how they are trying to sell us these devices.The phone I need would be for emergency purposes only. Seems that

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Give me five, Mom says.My last obedience class is on Friday. I can do it, I will study hard.

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A Film Of Epic Proportions.I’ve never felt this physically ill watching a movie (I’d call it a documentary).Not even when I asked my husband to shut off “Hannibal Lector” when he decided to dine on brain did I feel this physical adversity. At least I knew that, Hannibal was based on a fictional character, this was real!When, Morgan Spurlock (the filmmaker) started to spew super-sized burger,

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What if you missed your fate?Imagine:You have a memory of long ago when your eyes met with someone across the room in a busy café, that person seemed to look into your depths, was that a memory of a life that didn’t happen?Should you have acted upon that look? Would your life be like someone else’s if you had made choices in your past that were different? What if we didn’t pass up every single

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Only 2 more obedience classes left so I decided to take it easy for this one.Mom seemed terribly frustrated with me which led me to just plain ignore her. I actually turned my back on her when asked to "sit" or "down".When the teacher tried doing the same things as Mom I had to make sure I ignored her too.I don't pick favorites you know, I am Golden, I like everyone equally you know.Mom is

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The truth is rarely pure and never simple-Oscar WildeIs that why people lie?I disapprove of liars; the only thing worse is a thief.They are deplorable and assume that they will not get caught.Unless you have a fantastic memory you will always get caught in a lie.When I was raising my children I taught them to tell me the truth.No matter how hard it was to tell or for me to hear, no matter what

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This evening was a blast from the past.Ever sit and listen to the songs from when you were a teen and a young adult?The memories were flashing by as fast as the songs played.April Wine brought back my first serious boyfriend. We would sit in his very old rambler and listen to the eight tracks and make out.(That last comment aged me, I know .. but it feels just like yesterday).Peter Frampton, my

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You just have to see the movie “Eight Below”.http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/liveaction/eightbelow/The Most Amazing Story Of Survival, Friendship, And Adventure Ever Told.The brrutal cold forces two Antarctic explorers to leave their team of sled dogs behind as they fend for their survival.An unbreakable bond between man and his best friend.I give it 2 thumbs up! Make sure you have a box of

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"Hollywood"Everybody comes to HollywoodThey wanna make it in the neighborhoodThey like the smell of it in HollywoodHow could it hurt you when it looks so good--MadonnaSunday:It was another hot day in Southern California. It actually rained this morning, lightly of course but it just added to the misery of enduring this humid heat.Will there be an end in sight? This heat wave is doing us all

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Let the rambling begin:Saturday, July 22/06 Temperatures predicted to hit 112 in the valleys of Southern California.Since I am Canadian and now live in this hot climate I find these temperatures to be immense … I mean really, this is a far cry from what I used to think was hot!Only once did I experience the temperature in the 40’s range (in Celsius) and we all hid in the basement where it was

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