Tag: america

Mom, Dad… I have fleas…

(Reads previous post and cringes.)  I’ve tried to hang on to my rage, but it fled about ten minutes after I published my rant.  I can’t stay angry for shit.  It takes too much energy for something that accomplishes nothing.  I worked on my quilt a bit earlier.  I’m hand quilting for the first time (though…

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I think it’s B.O.!

Open Letter to the tiki torch carriers in North Carolina: I woke up this morning and (eventually) checked my Twitter feed.  Oh.  A demonstration in North Carolina by angry, privileged, and misled individuals carrying tiki torches.  You’re upset because despite having an entire nation specifically designed to give you a better shot at everything in…

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Those are my everyday balloons.

From this day forth, the walking orange boil growing on the white house shall be known as 45. The visual reference is not my design, and the designer is unknown.  If you know, please state the artist in comments.  I’m astonished and saddened by what I see in America today.  So many who supported and…

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Over my dead body.

I slept again.  In this case, more was better.  When I manage to calm my body and mind, I listen intensely.  I’m not good at doing this (lucid dreaming), so it’s wonderful when it happens.  I heard a young girl crying.  I needed to comfort and protect her from whatever was making her weep.  I…

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He took it out.

I joined the resistance movement.  I’m still not sleeping much.  I’m averaging 2 hours a night, according to my Fitbit.  I’m about to begin a collaboration with another blogger, so that’s exciting.  I held a contest with a group of friends to write a funny version of The Twelve Days of Christmas.  Two of the…

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