tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125081832012-02-16T07:24:01.923-07:00Snippets of an anxious, wanna-be-full-time artist. An animal lover - so love me? Love my dog. Life's a kick in the pants, so laugh while you can! I'm usually confused, but pleasant. I'll try to be witty, and pretty, and leave you with that.gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.comBlogger1751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-55088591758812050132010-12-23T04:07:00.005-07:002010-12-23T09:22:40.604-07:00

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Up early, bright eyed and bushy tailed...Make that 'blurry eyed' and forget about the tail all together.I'm struggling to come up with some interesting metaphor to explain these days and get this blog rolling but I haven't found one yet, so bare with me. Once and a while a bird will chirp and rouse me back to the keys...CLICK. Mostly, I've just been staring at the blinking cursor (I think it's

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The other day mother nature had a surprise for me.I'd woken up early, the dog was unusually asleep, I'd fed the fish, and decided to open up the drapes in the living room to let some sunlight in. Normally I don't do this and leave it to my significant other before he makes his way to work. It was perfectly quiet for the upcoming moment.It was when I parted the window covering that I'd exposed my

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Just popping my head in, to say 'I'm back!'So many blog buddies are on hiatus, and this space gets lonely.I can breathe a sigh of relief, as Jane is back. Is everyone else's life as upside down as mine lately? It's like one week of stability, then the rest of the month is topsy-turvy. I haven't found the magic pill or renown diet to deal with the likes of me yet. So I guess I'll just feel really

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-89331866365007943042009-01-15T15:39:00.004-07:002009-01-15T15:48:11.690-07:00

Someone pointed out this fantastic cartoon about pet obesity. Have a chubby puppy? Weighed down kitty-cat? Here's some insight to why your fur-baby suddenly piled on the pounds...

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The Widgipedia galleryrequires Adobe FlashPlayer 7 or higher.To view it, click hereto get the latestAdobe Flash Player. I've got a bit of... what's the word I'm looking for? Not 'cabin fever'. I'd say... erm...'WINTER WIG-OUT'. Yep, that's definitely it.If I rub away the fog and take a look out the window, it's as if the snow has erased any trace of life outside. From the neighbors - right

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-55451998483272613262009-01-06T10:19:00.005-07:002009-01-08T11:13:16.382-07:00

The Widgipedia galleryrequires Adobe FlashPlayer 7 or higher.To view it, click hereto get the latestAdobe Flash Player. I prefer to muddle through the list of changes to make, the additions and subtractions I'll be creating in my life, AFTER January.Why?Everybody is already well on their way to breaking the recent resolutions they've made for the new year! After the stress of holiday

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-67344968984770857412008-12-03T11:43:00.003-07:002008-12-03T11:59:09.880-07:00

Insurance isn't all it's cracked up to be. Lucky to have it, unlucky what it might not cover. Bittersweet as the pills it offers to access. I'm sick of the what not and who for. Five days from a possible solution, to sit with the doc and mull it over. The meds have their price. Sometimes it's the side effects, withdrawal. Then again, often the cost is money. Each of these question what can be

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...When it's late at night I can hear my computer chomping on bytes, as it takes it's sweet time doing the simplest tasks. Maybe it's tired, and it's brain is hurting and that's it's way of cussing. Hmmm.

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OK. I'm finally totally hating this up all night thing.I feel strange, as if sensing impending doom. I know that sounds paranoid, tense, deranged. Perhaps it is. Then again, maybe it isn't.I'd rather not feel like this. The truth is I'm not fond of roaming about night after night, it's really lonely and dull. Now I just hate it, hate it immensely. The days don't look any brighter. Being awake is

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-24488956547156680742008-10-03T23:33:00.003-06:002008-10-04T00:07:35.808-06:00

Ever been home-sick?Well, I've been ever so, heart rending days-gone-by blue.I fret at night instead of sleep. I ache with lonesome these nights. Dreams just remind me of my faults and failures. If they only had a pill to stop them, I'd be happy. So I stay awake as much as I can until bed wins. When all I'm able to notice is how the sheets feel good between my toes and I'm too tired to think for

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-11432787503936204942008-09-28T00:48:00.003-06:002008-09-28T01:18:51.117-06:00

I've been up frittering away the hours of darkness on my computer while those around me sleep fairly restfully. I'm in such envy of it. After a week of self inflicted night shifts operating in my own lonely hell, I feel alienated and cheated.I just despise the dreams that come when my head finally hits the pillow, after I pop a pill hoping my madness will go away. It's taken as though it will

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-58969447345139739602008-09-18T15:00:00.006-06:002008-09-18T16:04:14.153-06:00

Last night I refused to fall asleep. At least until my brain stopped nattering on and on in the background. When I finally went to bed it was 6AM and even then I had to take something to do so.Well, this afternoon I woke up with a jolt to banging on the back door, a bit frightened by it's urgency I went to answer. If I wasn't familiar with my neighboring Father's abrasive manner I would have been

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-38942196620314776052008-09-12T12:35:00.006-06:002008-09-12T13:49:09.427-06:00

It's a perfectly sunny day that insists on being enjoyed. Since it's already September and fall is on the horizon, it best not go to waste. Gotta do the outdoorsy thing while you can. Time for a cool drink with a shovel in hand, as I myself have some grave raiding to do. Allow me a moment while I attempt to unearth this tale for you...Our front yard has attained a few new features this summer.

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So starts a slump day following a tumultuous night.My throat feels like I swallowed a giant sized panda, which is hard to bear I'd say (not sure where that pun came from).Up too late with little sleep and too much cheese, my dreams were so very frightening! I closed my eyes to spy the treachery brought on by pink wailing babes, hell bent on murdering their newborn kin. I doubt horror writers

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-77904489259397933542008-08-22T11:57:00.007-06:002008-08-22T17:54:52.781-06:00

Some may wonder what I've been doing. My artsy whims aren't the easiest to track. Often I find myself going in more than one direction, riding the free sail of an art spirit arriving wherever inspiration takes me. I paint, I design, from there I grow.I love to see other peoples creative renderings just as much as making my own. That is what brought me to Etsy. I just love the unpretentious,

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Life has been virtually the same. I have my off days, my better than most days - just like before. The only thing I've added to the mix is a tidbit of creative work in a community setting and it's made me feel better about myself.I have to keep my work load low to keep the stress level down because I still have the uncanny ability to fall apart easily. I try not to self evaluate and accept that

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-73501324696350086752008-07-03T12:10:00.002-06:002008-07-03T12:28:44.231-06:00

I'm having an uncreative day, which is not a productive attribute for an artist. Then there is the business side of it all that could stand my attention. That too is super hard to pour myself into while in this currently bland head space.What does one do to stir the senses? Is there a way to inspire, making opportune moments of productivity instead of this blankly staring kind?

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-14995968545541335892008-06-09T10:03:00.007-06:002008-06-09T11:02:36.330-06:00

Sometimes it's so hard to write. It's time I did though. A little over a week ago after a long stretch of ills we decided it was time to say good-bye. I'm so sorry for trying to evade this feeling and my attempts not to become attached to a dog both sick and old.You were a wonderful girl, Speckles. We will love and miss you always.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-89336719277286940282008-05-30T12:57:00.003-06:002008-05-30T13:55:56.944-06:00

Wow, have I ever been busy! I'd almost say I'm starting to create a life for myself, somewhat (beyond the duller existence I'm accustomed to). Although my patronizing doubts keep stomping away, there has still been some progress.Those moments I've made my way from under my rock are something.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-57927580169096936682008-04-15T16:17:00.002-06:002008-04-15T16:20:13.160-06:00

I've been so busy at the computer, and yet little time to blog or stay in shape. Goodness I think this little item might just be the answer...

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Someday, maybe...I won't have to go to the dentist.

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This reminded me of Amelie's persistence this morning...Sometimes my dog is the best damn alarm clock. Now I just have to figure out her 'snooze' setting.

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It's been either silly cold here (think below -40 if you factor in the wind chill) or dramatically warm for the season (like spring thaw) the past week. All this climate change seems to tap into my mood and very disposition. From freezing to tepid temperatures my body gauges the rise and plummet of the thermometer. Seriously, I've such a headache! Not much of a surprise with the likes of such

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-86612735780134799872008-01-17T00:54:00.001-07:002008-02-07T11:55:36.516-07:00

I can't sleep through an entire night. What little naps I do partake are doused with dreams so stirring I end up feeling less than rested. That said, I'm all the more weary upon waking.I am so wary of another night's specter. An offer of disquiet discouragement handed by insomnia's fidgeting fingers. Such a grasp of apprehension.Blanched pale as snow, my sunless eyes in shadow. I've been

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-71263413597658842032007-12-23T01:22:00.000-07:002008-01-21T06:28:09.253-07:00

Dearest readers, There has been so much that I've wanted to share with you all! Some of it made it to page but not publish so I'm airing my dirty laundry now, if you will - so wrinkle your noses and keep reading!Last Friday for instance, I really meant to tell you all what an awfully good cook I am. How I made a chicken pot pie from scratch (nearly), mindful of the need for a hearty winter supper

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Every year I plan on making Christmas presents by hand or ordering them online. Also, every year that opportunity slips away as time does on my procrastination calendar.I think my resolve for the upcoming year will be about following through on those best intentions of mine. But that's next year.If I'm lucky I make good with a few planned gift baskets. A couple of Internet purchases are made but

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-27923957399802369492007-12-01T19:08:00.000-07:002007-12-01T22:21:07.102-07:00

Today we lagged the beginning of the day in front of the TV. Watching 'The Dog Whisperer" has become a weekend ritual for us (including the pooches). Later we ran a few errands for our pets (we have ginormous fish too), and purchased building supplies for the currently dilapidated bedroom.Of course, after a grocery run we stopped for the habitual Saturday treat of fresh baked goods and coffee (

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Last night kicked off the chilly weekend with a cheery and spirited start.Our night was spent sharing a delightful dinner with dearly missed friends. It had been ages since we had seen them last. The evening was made catching up - full of conversation, nibbling an Italian meal and delectable dessert.It was so wonderful seeing them again.I vow this time not to let such a lengthily duration

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-90906858735690641622007-11-30T20:22:00.000-07:002008-02-07T11:56:33.518-07:00

I've noticed a lot of my blog readers haven't come back from my my 'lapse' in writing. The last few days I've been redecorating/overhauling the design... it bored me too. It's been a challenge. Without vector type software I'm finding myself in a bit of a pickle. Yes, I had all the graphic programs once (considering my background) but had to scale down when money was tight. Actually, It was more

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Endearing Sunday This is my my day to wonder and delight in smaller things, not endure them. I set it aside in hope for fabulous finds of happenstance. Just a day to admire and make memento, deciding upon what simple things really hold true affection. Items not about ownership or possession, that need not be grand in scale or monetary value.What has worth is often hidden. Here's a map, if your

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Bumpy tufts and layers of cotton batting. Clouds unrolling like a quilt across a sleek blue linen sky. Wind sounds of whirring, like tiny fans in those sew shops. Blades spinning, scanning watchful of it's seamstress, and much like my tossing in bed...- side to side-.

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Finally Friday,now that's a blessing!There's always relief when a week is near it's vanishing point.FRIDAY, a bulls-eye flagging everyone's calendar. A chance to send those past seven days packing (with whatever emotional upheaval they'd brought to us).Today, this very Friday is thought to be larger than some (though it's hardly so in my eyes). 'Black Friday', they say. A mad dash of unruly types

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-79680054787659190272007-11-22T17:53:00.000-07:002008-02-07T11:57:04.781-07:00

Some days are destined to be difficult.Little things mount into mighty. Yet, as today pains me - there is no retreat. Just heavy sighs of struggle on sloping shoulders where the weight of the world seems carried.Last night I was eager for today. Now I just want tomorrow... a day unlike this one.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-85729585600736869862007-11-08T10:40:00.000-07:002008-02-07T11:57:18.399-07:00

I've been spinning in a vortex of ordinary, pulling me in and taking me under. Caught in mid-cycle, muddled within the eddy of laundry in the washing machine. Dull as my dishwater. Beyond repair as my hair. But there is always tomorrow - the rinse and repeat.More moments in another humid little room. Musty fishtanks, foul odour puppy-dog carpet and fur covered blankies, clean mixed with mingy

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-48668413099812081752007-09-13T10:56:00.000-06:002008-02-07T11:57:34.357-07:00

It's all coming back to me...A trickle of memory like a vallium drip, that's how it spreads through me. The same burning tingle, full of fear and bliss. Invasive.I lay awake, waiting to succumb to dear sleep. My eyes open wide and full of things I was sure I'd forgotten.No wonder I disassociate the way I do. A fog that thickens the further I gaze. A 40 degree tilt to my meditative eyes. Don't

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-31113848372182221782007-08-30T13:01:00.000-06:002007-08-30T13:42:03.711-06:00

It seems Kerwin sings for more than his lonely heart.Perched on the couch, as I drowned myself in tea, I let the t.v. entertain the dogs (as it wasn't doing much for me) this morning. It was in that sleepy moment when the pug of our house guests was swept up into the music... of the Clorox commercial.I surmised the tune was somehow special. The same subtle pings of the laundry machine hidden

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-11874246785876101322007-08-28T09:22:00.000-06:002007-08-28T11:56:39.272-06:00

Part of me is feeling better. I'm finally able to get a few things done around here. But I'm still struggling. These days are spent dog-sitting. I'm serenaded by the mournful song of poor Kerwin missing his parents. The same sad croon whenever Darrel has to go.Summer's warmth has come to an end. An odd pre-autumn has settled in. A chill without the frost or changing color of leaves. The weather

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-7438615249017487182007-08-19T13:26:00.000-06:002008-02-07T11:57:52.437-07:00

Why does antidepressant withdrawal make things feel worse? I'm integrating the new med I'm switching to into the mix so it shouldn't be a problem, one would think. It isn't a new experience for me, but certainly a challenging one. Oh yes... it's just the beginning.Little Amelie tries to keep me company when rest seems impossible. I tell her night-time is for sleeping, as the tap of her toenails

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-29662724923003526502007-08-16T10:43:00.000-06:002008-02-07T11:58:17.312-07:00

'A new chapter in your life is being written' Finally, after a lot of denial and avoidance on my part - I am switching meds. There is a riddle of reasons why. It had become hard to face the usual things. Like a neglected blog, stacks of dishes, piles of laundry, badly behaved dogs, my creative attempts seeming nothing more than a mess than art, friends drifting apart, the new white hair much like

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-62206216861649446472007-07-25T11:50:00.000-06:002008-02-07T11:58:36.088-07:00

I've been on hiatus. While others take a vacation, this summer has been a more soul-searching venture for me. Blogging, like for many people this time of year - sits backstage. I've been doing hours of sketching and thinking, mulling and ruminating. Mostly evaluating my need for goals, purpose, and true intention. Basically it's me trying to come to terms with my lack of self investment

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-88246336447446422212007-07-10T12:02:00.000-06:002008-02-07T11:59:01.754-07:00

Life has been sooo ridiculous. I've had 3 perfectly good post entries gobbled up, I lost an entire digital diary (including all my custom lists and need to knows in it), MS-crapin'-N Instant Messenger won't work today, plus I keep getting these revelations about past events and feel uber stupid that they occur to me now. Oh, and I've been choking on Teflon pan fumes for the last hour because I'm

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-45374177174415179062007-06-26T10:27:00.000-06:002008-02-07T12:00:50.184-07:00

'Public' just isn't something I do well lately. Putting myself out there mingling with others can be harder some days more than others. These are those days. This panic and dread run like a current of electricity deep in the depths of me. I'm a jellyfish. I feel the fool, cought in a momentarily stunned response during encounters with most social settings. My mind sets itself on fleeing, on

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-85366305520476563102007-06-25T11:43:00.000-06:002008-02-07T12:01:01.292-07:00

You'd be dismayed by the way my mood sashays around indifference. It is not placid, as it has nothing to do with tolerance or content. Indifference is a lack of any deep emotion, concern, or care. Today is stagnant and enemy of anything constructive. My moods flip switches and throw me off the rails time to time. The next junction could be an hour from now, the results a crash or pass. All I can

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-64263586019156584452007-06-11T15:28:00.000-06:002007-06-11T15:43:50.482-06:00

I've run into a bit of a problem concerning the sofa we planned to purchase. It unfortunately is made with feathers for part of the filler... and I'm allergic. I'm not sure how big of a deal it would be, or if I could do something to prevent a reaction, such as a special inner cover of some sort for said cushions. It is slipcovered which I'd prefer seeing I have dogs and would want to change it

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-87215346602189906222007-06-05T11:41:00.000-06:002007-06-05T12:20:59.513-06:00

After a long day of steam cleaning the living room furniture (and office carpet) the area appears quite a bit different. The furniture has been moved about and placed differently having the chance. Though my dog is not impressed with the layout, having removed easy access to the window, I believe it's immensely better than before. The sofa has seen better days, so worn and abused. Part of the

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-14013249262776265432007-06-01T15:44:00.000-06:002007-06-01T16:15:15.636-06:00

It seems I'm in the mood for a cool evening, seeing it's been a blazing hot day. Opening the door to let the dogs tip-toe out onto the biting hot pavement is a lot like opening an oven door and having heat hitting you in the face. Dang, that's hot!I've shut the house up tight as a drum to keep the temperature down, though sure when my boyfriend gets home he'll insist whipping the doors and

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-15860305946216594672007-05-31T12:39:00.000-06:002007-05-31T19:02:02.348-06:00

I did a vicious amount of planting over the weekend in my parents' new rock garden. It was nice to see my parents spending time together in the midst of their project too. An enjoyable event until I took a spill on the steps into the flower bed, lugging one of the pudgier pekes into the house. It might have been worse, had I fallen none too gently into a nearby cement urn and whacked my head to

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-87204948032910888302007-05-30T08:09:00.000-06:002007-05-30T08:25:53.314-06:00

I've felt less than grand the last couple of days. It could be due to the fact I'm not at my usual dose of meds because the local pharmacy keeps screwing up. It could be just my usual down cycle when my mood turns badly blue. I'm not sure which is the culprit. The only thing I'm certain of is that I feel messed up. I haven't blogged in ages for a handful of reasons but I've felt rather empty

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-46226817160060447342007-04-15T14:35:00.000-06:002007-04-15T14:54:15.633-06:00

Leave it to me to take a perfectly innocent event and turn it into something horrible...Trying to be productive I decided to do a few loads of laundry on Friday. When I went to transfer it into the dryer the next day I realized I'd made a terrible mistake. I should have been more careful,and concern myself with the detail of checking pockets diligently - but I didn't. Darrel's mobile phone took a

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-89420298571525032882007-04-13T10:06:00.000-06:002008-02-07T12:01:14.358-07:00

OK...Call me crazy but I'm dreading company today. It really isn't the visitor in particular, but my just wanting to be alone. Maybe immerse myself in art. I'm too tense.People send me into a panic. Gosh, I know it's unavoidable. I feel overwhelmed and the option to escape becomes all that matters. I'm not always like this though, and on those occasions - thank goodness for that. Once I'm at

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-84347792503774849232007-04-05T01:23:00.000-06:002007-04-05T02:43:18.568-06:00

Who knew my mom was right all along?The pet food recall only reinforces her belief. As a little girl her dogs ate real food scraps, a healthy variety of home made meals from the farm. Those were healthy dogs.With a little bit of nutrition know-how she continued out of necessity, creating a diet for dogs with special needs. It all started when she adopted a puppy with allergies. The tradition

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-17416417833090099662007-03-28T09:32:00.000-06:002007-03-28T15:35:17.051-06:00

What a morning!So much for my getting any sleep...It all started with Amelie chaffing at the bit to go outside. Once I was up I had a hard time getting back to bed. Just as I relented and had barely dozed off... Speckles decided, by the sounds of it - to play 10 pin down the hallway! Like a bowling ball rolling - the floor rumbled like inside an alley during some 'early' morning tournament.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-48370689252198645782007-03-06T09:22:00.000-07:002007-03-06T09:27:25.109-07:00

Having just been sent some digital pictures from Amelie's last visit to 'sugar-free grandma's', I thought I'd post one to share with you.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-27415902169469815052007-03-02T12:25:00.000-07:002007-03-02T12:32:00.494-07:00

I had those god-awful bad dreams again. I woke up so upset with myself at 6AM and didn't want to go back to sleep. I was made to feel like nothing at all, without love and powerless, thinking I'd rather be dead than feel all this again. I hate them so much. The never-ending nagging headache I've got tops it all off.I've restarted my super list. My end-all, beat-all ultimate list of lists. I've

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-53874764458071021032007-03-01T12:15:00.000-07:002007-03-01T12:23:55.974-07:00

Creative turmoil. Having the ability without the means. The process to bring my art into fruition meets many roadblocks. Even lacking a simple table proves an obstacle. Also age feels a burden these days. If I were younger I'd have grown up in a world with better access to the tools and steps required to meet my potential. All I know is how being so naive and anxious drowned countless opportunity

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-43933649339275700902007-02-14T17:45:00.000-07:002007-02-15T18:01:47.920-07:00

What's your take on love? Matthew Good... I couldn't have said it better myself.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-59629474702320982612007-01-24T10:03:00.000-07:002007-01-25T11:01:36.345-07:00

Today I couldn't help but reminisce about the time I was working at the bathbomb store. Just seeing a picture of any of the specialty soaps we carried brings it all back.I guess a nose never forgets. I can still imagine every scent of the products we carried. I must have trained my nose well. Admittedly, I miss the shop terribly. My knowledge of the product and abilities truly meshed working

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-52991792361507865142006-12-30T16:54:00.000-07:002008-02-07T12:01:32.833-07:00

Maybe it's a melt-down from the holiday frenzy but I'm totally trashed (in the mental sense anyway). Everything makes me sad, in that ironic heart gouging sort of way. Whoever is holding the hole-punch and turning my hope to confetti, mission accomplished...You've certainly spoiled my fun.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1166926095210488042006-12-22T17:00:00.000-07:002007-12-23T03:22:34.865-07:00

I'm about to blow a gasket. Really I am.Not only did they 'attempt' to deliver a parcel (a present, no less) to the wrong house, they also left the tracking number sticker on the delivery notice they left. OMG! So when I go get my merchandise the outlet cannot find it! The distribution depot will probably get a hold of me in 5 days, AFTER Christmas. Too bad they are open Saturday just for

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1164906764659496492006-11-30T03:10:00.000-07:002006-11-30T10:16:57.703-07:00

I've taken to the night-life again, seeing it's the only time I feel alright. That isn't a huge problem seeing I could do without the dreams lately. Thus, I'm not terribly fond of sleeping. I do find myself struggling to keep awake during key-times throughout the day though. Crazy as it sounds, I do wake up from a lucid state sitting at the computer once and a while. I wouldn't say it's a problem

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1164137257230190022006-11-22T11:55:00.000-07:002008-02-08T00:19:03.575-07:00

Growing up with my sis we really had some memorable moments, especially comical ones.She always cracks me up...just read her latest entry, 'Them polyester pants'.TOO FUNNY!

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1164227605997134022006-11-21T13:25:00.000-07:002006-11-22T13:35:48.873-07:00

Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning and felt like I'd spent a few hours in the fridge. My significant other and I were tucked inside a quilt like two pigs in a blanket (except no toasty wienies here).I shivered my way to the source and scuttled down the hall. I flicked; on the light switch for some illuminated guidance. Oddly, I was faced with the absence of light. So distracted from

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1163105333969327142006-11-09T13:41:00.000-07:002006-11-09T13:56:51.330-07:00

Finally, I started painting again! It's been such a long time since I'd done anything creative. My confidence was so low I wouldn't even let myself doodle for the longest time.I spent a lot of time mourning over long ago strife with my art. The hardest part was living with the knowledge that art was everything I ever was, that I had let it all slip through my fingers and drop. Coming to terms

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1161972495426510442006-11-01T10:58:00.000-07:002006-11-01T22:07:26.906-07:00

I held off posting this entry because I was afraid my feathers getting ruffled was my own problem... But alas, I'll take a go at being ballsey and put it up anyway!...I've been trying to decide which direction I should take with this blog entry. Do I dig my talons into a ratty U.S. judge or the shit-for-brains law makers right here in my beloved country Canada?If you haven't heard, a Buffalo, N.Y

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1161371796443853412006-10-20T12:33:00.000-06:002006-10-20T13:16:37.006-06:00

I am most certainly tired. Just not enough sleep.These days lack so much focus and suffer as a result. Thank goodness I've been able to get a few things done and out of the way come night time. I'd feel like a total slouch if it weren't for those productive little spurts. Maybe its the veil of darkness shielding my eyes from the bleak sky that make the evening hours ideal. Such a cold and

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1161312760287413192006-10-19T20:48:00.000-06:002008-02-08T00:15:59.549-07:00

It's been a peculiar week fueled by coffee and other urban addictions. I've been so tired. Groggy during the day, so much so I've been sleeping in. Thank God for a conscientious bedfellow. Letting me escape the mundane morning routine of breakfast, attending to urgent canine bladders and what not.Fall has christened the yard with a rainbow of leaves, frosting them over. The world feels ready to

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1158076275548188532006-09-12T10:45:00.000-06:002006-09-12T09:52:55.366-06:00

My dogs scarfed down their supply of treats in record breaking time this weekend. None or not, their whining persisted past bedtime. I resorted to divvying up my own goodies for some peace and quiet. A bribe in effort to give my ears a rest until they finally decided to wind down.And so begins my Monday morning.Speckles greeted the day by pooping on the sidewalk again. What a lousy way to greet

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1157608171620069912006-09-11T11:00:00.000-06:002006-09-12T09:51:57.326-06:00

Name: Thomas J. AshtonAge: 21Killed at: World Trade CenterFrom city: New YorkAshton was a political science major at St. Francis College in Brooklyn until May, when he announced to his parents that he was leaving college to become an electrician."He was determined to do this because he was impatient and really just wanted to start his life," his mother said. "He and his girlfriend were looking

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1157847120788907302006-09-10T17:54:00.000-06:002006-09-09T18:16:06.166-06:00

Yep, I've been tagged!Here's the game: Write the 1st word that pops in your head when you read these words(my answers are included here):pleasure - centersecret - placecandy - coloredstigma - inflictionerotic - musings Jane (who snuck up and tagged me) offers a way out if you don’t want to join in the game: Just pretend you didn’t read this and you didn’t see my message on your

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1157827747119591282006-09-09T12:32:00.000-06:002006-09-09T12:51:58.660-06:00

A belated 'homage' to Labor day, better late than never...The worst ways to get fired.Her are some examples of a few companies' stunningly warm & fuzzy behaviors.There is no excuse for being meanies, just because your bigger than someone.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1157141227231199002006-09-01T13:38:00.000-06:002006-09-01T14:07:07.280-06:00

Lordy, was I busy last night! My dreaming took me back to an old place I used work. It made me realize just how hard the job was, and how difficult things were for me. I woke up glad to be done with that miserable bit of my life. Just thinking about it makes my brain hurt.The adult in me would love to tell those Soddy little buggers off. Too many of my co-workers and peers alienated me, nervy

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1156954274940647342006-08-30T10:06:00.000-06:002006-08-30T10:15:43.723-06:00

Lovely, I'm sitting in the dentist chair while my Doc and her assistant huddle themselves over my x-ray in bewilderment. They are astonished, because after all this time there is big hard to miss root left from a season pasts root canal (one of many). The purpose of this visit was to fix my broken teeth which had crumbled under the pressure of my clenched jaw, sleeping. This news was a bonus. Yay

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1156614919474130092006-08-26T11:27:00.000-06:002006-08-26T11:55:19.850-06:00

I'm practically speechless. Last night I was having a dream, in that semi-sleep lucid way that usually means you should wake up. In this foggy state I wondered about the shard of glass in my mouth. WTF?When I finally woke up I noticed the odd sensation in my mouth immediately. It was a condition easily recognized due to past experience. Yep. I broke off another tooth. Unbelievable!So I did

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1156302461101160362006-08-22T17:30:00.000-06:002006-08-22T21:07:41.260-06:00

Fellow bloggers - have you heard? IT2M is holding a raffle for the Autism Society of America. Prizes include: 1 Juicy Couture purse (valued at $295) 1 blog template designed by Weblog Designs (valued at $150) Consolation prizes will be awarded as well. Donation can be made for as little as $1 per ticket.Raffle entries will be accepted until midnight Sept. 2 (MST)Click on the link above

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I doubt my hubby slept a wink last night. I was a spasm of nerves, flailing about in some sort of frenzy. When I wasn't stirring up the covers, rattling about the bed, I still managed to keep him awake with my zealous snoring. I'm a gal of many talents, you see...Plenty.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1156263678749368492006-08-21T10:30:00.000-06:002008-02-08T00:11:25.552-07:00

Sipping coffee, listening to wind-songs from the chimes hung out back, isn't a bad start to the day. A new week begins gently, especially for a Monday. Maybe I'm drunk with groggy from just waking up, but I don't dread a whole new week of tasks (including what ones I staved off the week before).I'd been a tiger most of the weekend. It didn't take much to make me growl. Nearly everything rubbed me

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1155695040526703392006-08-15T20:07:00.000-06:002006-08-15T20:28:47.063-06:00

Nobody wants to be drug dependant. It's even harder to choke down advice from the litany of squawkers and those opinionated types looking out for 'our' (the medicated) welfare. Bottled nuggets of sanity seem a cop-out to some nay-sayer's. We face countless motivating factors that give us reason to quit taking our medicine. The stigma does not bolster our desire for a pill form solution, contrary

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1155662013266825592006-08-15T10:57:00.000-06:002006-08-15T20:07:04.820-06:00

1. An organism that grows, feeds, and is sheltered on or in a different organism while contributing nothing to the survival of its host.2. One who habitually takes advantage of the generosity of others without making any useful return. I went to bed last night with a head swimming in a sea of dissension. The devaluation of myself overwhelmed the possibility of sleep. It sapped me of my worth and

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1155325054233151032006-08-11T13:32:00.000-06:002006-08-11T13:41:51.696-06:00

I haven't been dieting. More like the opposite. Trying to find every craving. My taste buds are a bit bored lately. I don't seem to really want anything, for long. Food is so comforting but there is no solace when starting to become a picky eater. Maybe, just maybe, my brain is saying it's finally set its fat point. The scale tips the furthest your inner setting will allow. Then you for once

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1155149670552118542006-08-09T12:03:00.000-06:002006-08-09T12:57:13.116-06:00

FizzleI hate to say it might be time for a med changes. Being tired or anxious is a constant problem. Usually I can handle it by being ok for a few days. At least enough to catch up on housework. I think the hardest part is wondering if this is as good as it gets. It's very limiting. I notice I'm full of intention, but accomplish little. I'm not sure whether I'm too tired or if I'm simply not

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1155090953424712452006-08-08T19:31:00.000-06:002006-08-08T20:37:16.046-06:00

Well, what new and exciting dreams came from my twisted little mind this time?Imagine this...(begin dream sequence)I discovered a mouse in the house, then found more. So I needed to rid them from the bizarre living structure my dream built me (rearranged thanks to sleep).So far, not tremendously strange, right? Well my brain had decided to add a terrible detail to the mix...Yep. It turned out my

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1154986005845657702006-08-07T15:24:00.000-06:002006-08-07T15:26:45.873-06:00

What a night! I kept waking up startled, tossing my head side to side, breaking my slumber. It was terrible! The best way to describe the effect would be comparing the fiasco to a facial tick. One that you wake up to every 10 minutes. A lot like when the optometrist carries out the test where you get an eyeful of air. Quick bursts of tension. E-Gad! I hate that. l felt like tearing out of the

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1154902763440567352006-08-06T16:17:00.000-06:002006-08-06T16:20:46.793-06:00

Jane's blog got me thinking...How can I break the habits that keep holding me back? The feelings I harbor against myself are immense. They have a vice like grip that keeps me from moving forward, pressing on. I disregard my potential, self punishing for simply being me. Isn't it about time I gave myself a break?A book I'm reading expresses much the same Epiphany. We are more than our bits and

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1154802700882493532006-08-05T12:19:00.000-06:002006-08-07T15:28:27.253-06:00

I woke up this morning very glad for the life I have. I returned from sleep's morbid conclusion with valuable insight. Sometimes dreams put things in perspective, as did mine. It may not be a perfect life in a lot of peoples standards, but it's better than my imagined alternative. One person's heaven, is another's hell. It's easy to take for granted just how lucky we are. I must admit it's

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1154747609428066432006-08-04T21:11:00.000-06:002008-02-08T00:07:25.567-07:00

I find it very peculiar how items disappear without explanation. We all lose things, but that isn't the absence I speak of. I'm talking about those things that never turn up once they have gone missing. One second you had it with you and made the awful mistake of putting it down, or dropping it. The next, you tear the place apart searching without success of retrieving the lost object. Simply

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1154397606959710032006-07-31T19:57:00.000-06:002006-07-31T20:02:29.886-06:00

My attempts to blossom into a domestic goddess have made me question how I could ever be my Mother's daughter. She isn't a compulsive cleaner like my Aunt, nor is she obsessive like my Father. However, her cleaning abilities far surpass more people than not. I, on the other hand possess little natural ability or affinity to it.While I myself at times may be disheveled, I appreciate a sense of

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1154118859885192772006-07-28T14:29:00.000-06:002006-08-07T15:29:12.860-06:00

We finally got our rain last night. The one night some thoughtless person on the block had the absence of mind to bring their dog inside. It's mournful bark could be heard through the wee hours of morning. I assume it was a dog of formidable size judging by the amplified bark. Perhaps it's brawn will come in handy when it's payback time for the negligible owner. I suppose karma could come into

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1153978886915746262006-07-26T23:39:00.000-06:002008-02-08T00:00:47.845-07:00

Nothing is better than receiving a gift in a jar. Summer fruit lends itself to homemade jams and preserves, a welcome treat to feast on. The intense color of berries encapsulated in glass, much like jewels - a delight for the senses. Sun golden seeds fleck countless red jars waiting to be shared with family and friends. The sour-sweet flavor begs for nothing less than fresh bread. If your lucky,

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1153790980053639792006-07-24T18:52:00.000-06:002006-07-24T19:29:44.990-06:00

The heat is really getting to me.*sigh*The weatherman keeps eluding to rain, implying that it's on it's way. My hopes have been dashed a countless number of time by quick showers that end hastily, making more room for endless hot days. They do not break the heat. I call them 'Rain Pre-quels', suggesting a heftier episode will follow. Wishful thinking. There's been nothing strong enough to

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1153409061380571832006-07-20T09:18:00.000-06:002006-07-20T09:24:21.396-06:00

I keep having this dream... I'm going to school and missed my English final. My major isn't English, if that matters in the scope of this nightly drama. It's the end of the school year and I've done nothing to find out about it. I assume I failed, so I just accept it without even trying to find out the particulars. Usually graduating and getting a diploma make me feel cold. In my dream it doesn't

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-1153346139780845722006-07-19T15:54:00.000-06:002006-07-19T15:57:30.690-06:00

It's one of those 'writer's block' days. I'm straining at this entry, hoping a few keystrokes start the momentum.Thinking perhaps the aimless typing alone will persuade an entry.Alas, nothing. Rather than twiddle more time away, I'll try posting later. Maybe then I'll have something to say...cause I've got nothing.

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I haven't written anything for the past few days. Most of my time is placating the internal dialog that berates me endlessly. I don't hear voices, other than my own. A constant narrative backdrop when my meds aren't working. Awash with a sloshy sadness that ebbs like the tides, coming and going. I've been feeling sick, able to feel something more than despair at least. My boyfriend puts up with

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Teens have a way of getting into trouble.It's when they go looking for it, begging for more than just mischief - that irks me.Lets see... where do I begin? I caught one hot-wiring a neighbors truck. Found the traces of another one's drinking escapade (left a beer can inside our car). I recall another from the nearby group home stealing our outdoor light fixture. I could go on and on, but I

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It turns out, Speckles is afraid of thunder.Just yesterday, a storm cloud overtook a deceptively meek afternoon. I'd say it positioned itself right overhead, judging by the intensity of it. The clap of thunder left a threatened feeling. I shuddered from the startle, similar to the snap of a ruler against a desk. The reaction surprised myself. Usually I love stormy weather. Though my mother is

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Why is it whenever I go grocery shopping, I forget most of what I went to get in the first place? I mean, I write a list. However, being my recall is as bad as it is that I need to prepare one, I subsequently forget to take the darn thing with me! I'm an inquisitive shopper. I read the labels, compare brands, checkout what's new. Being a visual person it takes me a while to absorb my

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I've recently learned of a special project amongst fellow bloggers. Becoming involved is a simple symbolic gesture that puts everything in perspective... 2,996 volunteer bloggers will join together for a tribute to the victims of 9/11. Each person will pay tribute to a single victim on September 11, 2006 honoring their lives. This is a chance to learn about and celebrate those who died. If you

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I raise my Kleenex as a white flag, grabbing a new tissue.Yep... it's allergy season.But it's far too hot to complain. I simply can't keep focus on more than the weather. The heat takes my mind off my nasal woes. It's been bastardly hot this season.Lawns' are more scorched than green. A sunny garden left unattended, in a few hours resembles a cemetery plot. Drooping sad flowers and lifeless green

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Man, do I dream. I mean a lot. Unfortunately, I've had more than my share of negative ones, even bad enough to cause a major depressive episode (isn't that nutty?). But generally, most of these nightly visual escapades are re-runs. I'm sure many other people share the collective of text book examples. These include: being chased or unprepared for tests, working (they often leave you fatigued

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Last night I worked myself into a tizzy, over a screen door, I might add. I'd had a bunch of stuff to do, in a very warm kitchen. I just wanted some relief. Instead I found frustration. A lesson, like others - I'm bound to forget.It all started with an unintended project and my feeble sense of recall. I've always had a short attention span. Many times my lack of focus bites me on my metaphorical

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