Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Friday, Jan. 02, 2004 - 7:48 p.m.
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I am an Autopsy Scalpel / Xmas Pics
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Well, here is what my backyard looked like for Christmas... though it has mostly melted away now. That was the sticky to everything fluffy snow we got. It was pretty magical outside. That is just to set the mood for some Christmas pics, which I took for my parents. So bear with me.
|Snowy hose, Dec 2003, copyright 2004 Wench77|
This here is me in my Moroccan livingroom, with ob's lamp which is a prezzie to me, since I liked her lamps so much... gorgeous huh! And this pic gives a good idea of how warm and cozy my livingroom looks now that it is all painted, and has the Christmas tree up. Very homey. In this pic I am attacking the foam and tape packaging my father has swathed his prezzie in to protect it from Canada Post.
|Christmas eve, Dec 2003, copyright 2004 Wench77|
Here I am all decked out with my rather goofola (but soft) hat and scarf from Daddy dear, with the teddy bear and dvd player. Yup. Not much to say. I turned a brighter light on to take a pic, but still didnt manage to focus it properly when I used a tripod and the self-timer.
|Xmas prezzies from Dad, Dec 2003, copyright 2004 Wench77|
Yeah, and here I am with the Mom prezzies... the handmade apron with chocolate ("hand over the chocolate and no one gets hurt") crossstitching she did on it... I am glad to say that there aren't many mistakes. Which is a huge relief to me, since when her chronic fatigue syndrome was at its worst, her crossstitching showed it. Also the handmixer, and books and chocolate. How did that hookah get in there! What kind of decadent christmas is that??
|Xmas prezzies from Mom, Dec 2003, copyright 2004 Wench77|
Well, that is a pretty goofy entry. But I got the pics back so I thought I'd scan some in. All the others were ob related and I thought I'd leave that for another day.
Somehow I still haven't gotten it into my head that most of the world is on holidays... I didnt realize that today the coffeeshop would close three hours early, nor the grocery store. I ended up not venturing downtown for art supplies when there was no answer when I called. What is with people? Isn't everyone back stressing about their work like me?? I don't know why I didn't just say "fuck it" and take the first and second off. I wouldve gotten about as much done, and actually ENJOYED my time. Instead I stressed, and sweated and procrastinated, and read most of Lysistrata's entries. I only got four pages drawn of the doggy book. That is pitiful. But going skiing at my friend Yawn's has been postponed from Sunday since it is supposed to rain (grrr) so I have a slight reprieve.
Have a great weekend people. Leave me a comment. Say hi for God's sake! thanks!
Here is my horoscope for Friday, January 2:I have no idea what the hell that is about. I have to be trespassing in order to be caught trespassing. I have not been, and therefore need not talk my way out of it in any sort of manner. Hugs all.
Someone catches you trespassing. When talking your way out of it, try to elevate a circular conversation into an upward spiral. Step out of your opinions to understand that there's no absolute right or wrong.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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