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My Blue Zen
art, small farming, and being human.
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The Pony Patch
This is just adorable! And about the size I was when I started riding. Oh, to be young again!
Today I am officially not an equestrian any more. I sold my dear horse, Spirit. My spinal issues have been making it painful or uncomfortable to ride. She’s such an athletic mare who “asks” to go for rides and is always a much more contented girl when we do. So it was only fair to find her a new home. I cried twice today. I am going to miss my friend immensely.
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Close Call!!
I just had to stop my husband from sharing a post from tumblr onto Facebook. With link and everything. Gah! No! No overlap! I talk shit about those people and who wants thier family to be all up in the “real” shit? Bad hubby, bad.
Most days I could do this for hours.
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My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.
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I was singing “I have no bars. I have no bars.” To the tune of “I have no legs” from the movie Kids. Then I tried to explain the movie to my son who is 17 and realized I was glad he had never seen it. And also that the movies I grew up on, like Slackers, Kids, Gummo, Love and a .45, and a bunch of others were kind of nasty and I’m really glad my kids haven’t seen them. Though I loved that sick and twisted genre. Still do.
Sad. Mine starts in fall too. It’s not really hit yet, despite the smokey skies.Seasonal
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Eye, by Melanie Gardner
The Night You Said Love, by Melanie Gardner
I made this one for a charity auction.
Michael’s Bleeding Heart, by Melanie Gardner
mal de coucou
n. a phenomenon in which you have an active social life but very few close friends—people who you can trust, who you can be yourself with, who can help flush out the psychological toxins that tend to accumulate over time—which is a form of acute social malnutrition in which even if you devour an entire buffet of chitchat, you’ll still feel pangs of hunger.
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