tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41507256144247796942024-02-18T22:20:08.606-08:00Your Shine is Beautifulinspiration. self-discovery. musings. and more.jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-628082226733981192014-12-05T13:14:00.001-08:002014-12-12T19:52:12.464-08:00My voice. <a href="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3836/14529423431_07993b1468_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3836/14529423431_07993b1468_s.jpg" /></a><i><span style="color: purple;"> </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;"> What is the sound of your own voice?</span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">My voice is loving and holding the words that I want to speak. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">The words I want to share. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">The words that will bring comfort and encouragement to those I love. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">It tells you that you are enough.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">It criticizes when it means to heal.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">It hugs and it helps. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">My voice is more than what I say. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">It is the ups. The downs.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">The control. The powerlessness.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">My voice is the truth even when it is unpopular. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">My voice is the one my child will remember. The voice that loved him, disciplined him, sang to him, read The Velveteen Rabbit countless time. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">My voice is familiar to my family, to my friends. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">My voice is a window into my soul.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">I cannot fake happy with my voice. I cannot fake anger. I cannot lie aloud. I cannot be who I'm not.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">My voice sounds brave and sure.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">As well as hazy and hesitant.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">It reaches for ears to hear.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">It retreats into my chest. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",Trebuchet,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.48px;">My voice is who I am. </span></div>
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jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-73958754447161833052014-12-04T13:28:00.001-08:002014-12-12T19:52:24.884-08:00energy to be. <a href="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3836/14529423431_07993b1468_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3836/14529423431_07993b1468_s.jpg" /></a><i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"><span style="color: purple;">We are all lightning rods, conduits for that which the Universe wants born into this world. What energies did you channel this year?</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I love this prompt. One of my favorite things is my Lovely List(s). I have kept multiple gratitude journals, lists of awesome things, etc...Most recently I have started calling them Lovely Lists. I have a list of 139 things right now (with a few duplicates - evidently loving the smell of rain after a dry spell and writing lists are worthy of being written twice). </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I decided to switch from a gratitude list to a Lovely List for several reasons. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a) in my heart and head gratitude and lovely can be the same, yet completely different. I needed a word that made sense to me. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">b) sometimes what I find lovely isn't necessarily something I'm grateful for...for example the freezing weather. I am not grateful it was 19 degrees outside the other morning when I went to work, however I found the sunshine on the frost brilliant (LOVELY) and the coffee in my hands felt even more divine (LOVELY) than it usually does. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So, today I add to the list..<i><span style="color: purple;">.</span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">What can I love about where I am right now? </span></span></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">My Lovely List for today..... </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*the warm glow of Christmas (I will be keeping <i>more</i> twinkle lights up all year)</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*the glorious sunshine even when it is below freezing outside.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*fleece lined stretch pants. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*cat cuddles.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*fluffy blankets. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*quiet mornings sipping coffee in the sparkle of twinkle lights. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*waking up without being tired. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*having my own room for relaxing and creating. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*egg nog (pure and simple...and also thankful that it isn't available to me all year!)</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">*random texts from friends just to say hello and to check in. it's lovely to be loved. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">* love.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">* my boy and his heart. always. </span></span></span></span><br />
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Oh sweet release<i>.</i><br />
I am a project starter, an idea girl. Follow-through? Not my strong suit. Unless it's a project that I'm dedicated to, one that lives deep in my heart. I like the process, usually more than the end result, and will slowly (oh so slowly), work. Of course I do finish (some) things but I also, easily, give myself permission to let things go that don't tug at my heartstrings.<br />
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Over the past month or so I've been wound up tight, knowing that I have to exhale, release...something. Sweet release and surrender needs to happen in the people department. Projects? I can let those go, let those slide. People? No, never.<br />
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So, I decided to release.... <br />
*other people's happiness<br />
*responsibility that is not my own<br />
*worry, to the best of my ability<br />
*fear that people are making a mistake<br />
*anxiety over judgement <br />
.........all of these things equal control and releasing control is the hardest thing for me to do. Ever. It is my goal. A goal that I will be working on forever. A goal that I will need to be reminded of often. A goal that I hope, with time and practice, will help me exhale.<br />
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jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-1034143375052036382014-12-01T17:11:00.003-08:002014-12-02T08:13:31.463-08:00Certainty...<a href="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3836/14529423431_07993b1468_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3836/14529423431_07993b1468_s.jpg" /></a><i><span style="color: purple;"> </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: purple;">Today, I invite you to take a quiet moment to consider: </span></i><br />
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jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-78207258036676981542014-08-02T08:03:00.002-07:002014-12-12T19:54:05.043-08:00What I use to do...I look at my blogs and I think about what I use to do. This blog itself hasn't really come to fruition within who I am. As in, I had a few blogs before and I was dedicated and they were dedicated. The personal one documented life on almost a daily basis; the book blog was amazing and it felt like either make it soar or let it go; and the photo blog ran its course and finished on an amazing note.<br />
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I miss writing. Just putting words out there and seeing what I come up with. So, I'm trying to figure out how to make this SHINE just like the address says.<br />
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As I read the last post I focused in on change. Maybe I needed a little time to change offline; this seems so as I have been offline much more in the past year than before. I was a facebook fiend once upon a time...it seems that when the fb got popular I took a back seat. Kinda an aha moment as that is what I do a lot in my life...<br />
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So, here's to what's next. Change and possibility.<br />
<br />jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-61562665372521107112013-05-22T06:56:00.002-07:002013-05-22T06:56:35.677-07:00...and some changeI was just looking at my calendar and there is just two weeks and some change until this little guy hits that big milestone. <br />
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Graduation.<br />
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Some mamas are feeling a bit sad and I suppose I can say the same, however mostly I'm excited. So excited. When the boy was in elementary school one kind teacher, who saw me struggling each day to leave this guy, kindly said to me, <i>"We raise them to be awesome people and we raise them to leave us.</i>" I have carried these words around with me ever since. (By the way, I've done what she said...He is an awesome person. One of the most awesome people I know!)<br />
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I suppose I am lucky. My boy isn't "leaving" me. He'll be staying home, for awhile at least, attending the local community college and remaining a fixture in our home. So, yeah, it's easier than knowing he'd leave.<br />
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I am so excited though. For the next part of the journey. New chapters yet to be written. Not just for Archer but for all of us. So, when I was thinking "two weeks and some change," I really meant some change. I feel like maybe I should decide what I want to be when I grow up! Loving it! LET'S GO! <br />
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Today, right now, this quote spoke to me with such a feeling of "YES! True. True. True." That I had to keep it as a reminder to myself........<br />
Everything matters. Everyone can teach me. Everyone is worth "it" (whatever "it" may be). Look through the lens of love and life is truth.<br />
So far this has been a whirlwind year. Mostly an awesome whirlwind, however even all that good stuff can be exhausting. No complaints here just supreme gratitude that I can be exhausted with awesomeness. jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-17245723998354916382013-05-05T18:57:00.002-07:002013-05-05T18:57:46.243-07:00Month in Numbers - April 2013April was awesome. Crazy, busy, full. It seems like I barely had time to breathe but enjoyed every moment.<br />
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On April <b>3</b> I tured a glorious <b>39</b> years old. I, for one, love my birthday and cherish every new year and love the numbers as they get bigger. Maybe this love of aging will end one day, but I hope not.<br />
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I spent my birthday with <b>2</b> amazing family members. <b>1</b> cousin, <b>1</b> brother (and I met 1 "new" nephew). Gotta love a day like that.<br />
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<b>1</b> birthday dinner made by my most amazing husband. <b>1</b> birthday lunch with a wonderful friend.<br />
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On April <b>6</b> my boy came home from <b>14</b> days away (in Palau with his grandparents). I hugged him at least <b><strike>20</strike> 50 </b>times.<br />
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The boy decided to go to prom. Tux = $<b>119</b>; dinner = $<b>50</b>; a stuffed owl for his date (since he was going to be late due to a rugby game, oops) = $<b>15</b>.<br />
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My friend came back to Western Washington which meant lots of visiting.<b> 1</b> trip to Port Townsend (which also means<b> 2</b> ferry rides - love); <b>3</b> trips to Monroe; <b>1</b> trip to Everett; and countless phone calls and texts.<br />
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Celebrated a <b>40</b>th birthday for an amazing lady with some great friends!<br />
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<b>3</b> Rugby games (undefeated and headed for state in May).<br />
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<b>1</b> going away party for a friend headed to the Coast Guard.<br />
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<b>30</b> days of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Day-Journal-Nov-23-2010-NOV-23-2010-Hardcover/dp/B005O7OC6C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359646059&sr=8-1&keywords=q%26a+a+day">Q&A a Day</a> completed.<br />
<b>5</b> lists completed via <a href="http://www.moorea-seal.com/p/52-lists.html">Moorea Seal</a> (well on my way to completed all <b>52</b>!).<br />
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jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-5312951688164771162013-04-05T08:30:00.001-07:002013-04-05T08:31:45.812-07:00Month in Numbers - March 2013A little late but here nonetheless...<br />
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Spent <b>3</b> days in Seattle with Troy for our first visit to Emerald City Comic-con. We had <b>3</b> day passes and visited the convention at least once each day.<br />
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While in Seattle visited the Seattle Public Library<b> 3 </b>times. Took Troy there for his <b>1st</b> time. <br />
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And met, for the very <b>1st</b> time(!), my big brother (outside of the library at <b>1000 4th</b> Avenue). Brother number <b>2</b> out of <b>3</b>. I am very blessed in the brother department (and I don't want to leave out that I have<b> 1</b> pretty amazing sister as well).<br />
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Watched<b> 8</b> amazing seniors (and many other wonderful boys) be honored for their time spent wrestling. Archer made <b>24</b> little Key Lime pies for the event. Proud mama moment.</div>
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Took<b> 1</b> more trip to Seattle to visit with my brother again(!) and had <b>1</b> piece of the best pie ever (!) at <a href="http://www.high5pie.com/">High <b>5</b> Pie</a>. <br />
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Worked for <b>6</b> days at Cheeks so Laura could go on vacation. Now have<b> 2</b> new pair of jeans for myself, <b>1</b> for my sister, and several shirts as well...(and a reminder of what it is like to work in retail).<br />
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<b>2</b> family gatherings, <b>1</b> for Paula's <b>57th</b> birthday in Lynden and<b> 1</b> for Easter in Marysville.<br />
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...and finally, sent my<b> 1</b> boy off for <b>10</b> days in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palau">Palau</a> (<b>6440 </b>miles away) with his grandparents. (The photo has nothing to do with it, I just think it's hilarious! haha)<br />
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March was awesomely busy...loved the craziness of it all! <br />
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<br />jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-18001209484438434022013-03-26T08:27:00.000-07:002013-03-26T13:01:55.055-07:00The Invitation.During this year of what seems to be divine self-exploration, love for myself and the world, and opening up I've been coming upon words (there are always so many words) that just speak to me. This poem grabbed me and hasn't let me go.<br />
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<i><u>The Invitation</u></i><br />
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<i>It doesn’t interest me</i><br />
<i>what you do for a living.</i><br />
<i>I want to know</i><br />
<i>what you ache for</i><br />
<i>and if you dare to dream</i><br />
<i>of meeting your heart’s longing. </i><br />
<i>It doesn’t interest me</i><br />
<i>how old you are.</i><br />
<i>I want to know </i><br />
<i>if you will risk </i><br />
<i>looking like a fool</i><br />
<i>for love</i><br />
<i>for your dream</i><br />
<i>for the adventure of being alive.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>It doesn’t interest me</i><br />
<i>what planets are </i><br />
<i>squaring your moon...</i><br />
<i>I want to know</i><br />
<i>if you have touched</i><br />
<i>the center of your own sorrow</i><br />
<i>if you have been opened</i><br />
<i>by life’s betrayals</i><br />
<i>or have become shriveled and closed</i><br />
<i>from fear of further pain.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I want to know</i><br />
<i>if you can sit with pain</i><br />
<i>mine or your own</i><br />
<i>without moving to hide it</i><br />
<i>or fade it</i><br />
<i>or fix it.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I want to know</i><br />
<i>if you can be with joy</i><br />
<i>mine or your own</i><br />
<i>if you can dance with wildness</i><br />
<i>and let the ecstasy fill you </i><br />
<i>to the tips of your fingers and toes</i><br />
<i>without cautioning us</i><br />
<i>to be careful</i><br />
<i>to be realistic</i><br />
<i>to remember the limitations</i><br />
<i>of being human.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>It doesn’t interest me</i><br />
<i>if the story you are telling me</i><br />
<i>is true.</i><br />
<i>I want to know if you can</i><br />
<i>disappoint another</i><br />
<i>to be true to yourself.</i><br />
<i>If you can bear</i><br />
<i>the accusation of betrayal</i><br />
<i>and not betray your own soul.</i><br />
<i>If you can be faithless</i><br />
<i>and therefore trustworthy.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I want to know if you can see Beauty</i><br />
<i>even when it is not pretty</i><br />
<i>every day.</i><br />
<i>And if you can source your own life</i><br />
<i>from its presence.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I want to know</i><br />
<i>if you can live with failure</i><br />
<i>yours and mine</i><br />
<i>and still stand at the edge of the lake</i><br />
<i>and shout to the silver of the full moon,</i><br />
<i>“Yes.”</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>It doesn’t interest me</i><br />
<i>to know where you live</i><br />
<i>or how much money you have.</i><br />
<i>I want to know if you can get up</i><br />
<i>after the night of grief and despair</i><br />
<i>weary and bruised to the bone</i><br />
<i>and do what needs to be done</i><br />
<i>to feed the children.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>It doesn’t interest me</i><br />
<i>who you know</i><br />
<i>or how you came to be here.</i><br />
<i>I want to know if you will stand</i><br />
<i>in the centre of the fire</i><br />
<i>with me</i><br />
<i>and not shrink back.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>It doesn’t interest me</i><br />
<i>where or what or with whom</i><br />
<i>you have studied.</i><br />
<i>I want to know </i><br />
<i>what sustains you</i><br />
<i>from the inside</i><br />
<i>when all else falls away.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I want to know</i><br />
<i>if you can be alone </i><br />
<i>with yourself</i><br />
<i>and if you truly like</i><br />
<i>the company you keep</i><br />
<i>in the empty moments.</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/"><i>Oriah, Mountain Dreamer </i></a>jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-43408944072968614472013-03-22T11:00:00.002-07:002013-03-26T12:54:10.825-07:0010 (more) things.I've been reading (as in I've read and am rereading) <a href="http://www.susannahconway.com/">Susannah Conway</a>'s book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/This-Know-Notes-Unraveling-Heart/dp/0762770082/ref=pd_sim_b_1">This I Know: Notes on Unraveling the Heart</a>. I don't have words for how much I love it so I won't even try. I just think everyone should read it...and so I recommended it to several people and one friend in particular who I KNEW needed it. As she was reading through it she'd text me and we'd meet and we had some of the best conversations. Last time we met she asked me about my 10 things (an exercise Susannah included at the end of one of the chapters).<br />
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So, I tried to come up with things I haven't already listed <a href="http://yourshineisbeautiful.blogspot.com/p/just-me.html">here</a>. <br />
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Here you go Teresa. This list is for you. And me. And whoever.<br />
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1. I'm a hugger. It's true. I love to hug. Sometimes.<br />
2. I love solitude.<br />
3. Until I need my people, then I NEED my people.<br />
4. My idea of heaven is big water and big trees.<br />
5. Music is necessary. Absolute must have.<br />
6. Quiet is golden. It's important to have both and know when each is needed. I suppose that kinda goes along with number 2, so I should add a number 11. <br />
7. I over use commas (a lot, lot, lot) and exclamation points (I'm so not sorry about this!) and ellipsis(ses...)...oh and (parentheses). I guess I just overuse punctuation. It's ok.<br />
8. I don't like clocks. Some people think this is weird. But. Whatever.<br />
9. I like to underline my books. Which is is why I need to buy non-fiction. <br />
10. I swear. A lot. My child reprimands me and I try to keep it appropriate (like in public and such) but I do swear and I don't apologize for it. <br />
11. I have a fourth sibling. On my other list I said I love all three of my
siblings. But now I have four and I love him too...I love all FOUR of my
siblings. And I think that is the perfect way to end this list! jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-41344894716844605962013-03-14T08:20:00.003-07:002013-03-14T08:24:25.826-07:00Grandma's wall.Growing up my grandmother had a wall of grandchildren. Photos covering a small space next to the loveseat. I wish I had a photo of that wall. A photo of the photos. I would be so happy with that right now.<br />
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The focal point were two long, vertical frames that housed school pictures of all the grand kids. Every year those photos changed out, a ritual grandma saved until all the pictures were collected. She would take the frames down from their place on the wall and we'd take out the old pictures one by one comparing them to the new. Noticing things, longer hair, same color shirt, goofy grins, someone who obviously needs retakes...The handwriting on the back, either mom's or the child's, if no one wrote grandma would jot down the year and into the frames the new pictures would go.<br />
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One always knew their place on the wall. It didn't change. Those pictures were hung in age order and that certainly was set in stone. Tracy, John, Shaun, Lorinda, Jerrie, Jennifer, Scot, Jeremy, Gina. Always.<br />
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I loved this ritual. I loved being a part of this tribe. Except, oh of course there is an "except," a couple photos were mystery kids. Boys on the wall, but not one of "us." Faces that changed every year without fail but faces none of us had ever seen in person. Occasionally we'd ask a question of grandma, "Who are those boys?" "Why are they on our wall?" "Where do they live?" "Are they are cousins?" The answers were vague and grandma, being grandma, would shut down discussion and move onto something new. Funny, it was as if she satisfied our questions, until we realized that she hadn't answered us at all. She had that way.<br />
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I was fascinated with these boys on the wall. Watching their pictures change every year. They grew up right along with me. I imagined walking into grandma and grandpa's house one day an having them sitting there on the loveseat. I imagined a family reunion where I'd be in line for potato salad and I'd glance up and the boys would be getting a drink from the cooler. I imagined them showing up in Glacier and joining our kickball team. These things could happen, I thought, since they were part of us, part of the tribe.<br />
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However, these things never happened. We all grew up. Our pictures froze in time. Perpetually 18 years old on the wall. Our faces quit aging, our clothes remained the same, we were all just there, in order forever. The boys on the wall never showed up. They remained mysteries, secrets locked in the vault that was grandma.<br />
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Until. Until 2009. Until grandma left us on a chilly January morning with a few of those kids at her bedside. Until we were tasked with the inevitable of clearing out the home that grandma and grandpa had shared our entire lives. Until we had to sift through belongings that we'd always wanted access to but then felt too invasive to actually be doing. Until the end of life as we knew it.<br />
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2009. I officially had a new brother. And he had a half-brother who grandma added to her grandchildren. A card, a few more pictures, a notation in grandma's well preserved Bible.<br />
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One of those boys on the wall was mine. The first words to escape my lips were, <i>"I've always wanted a brother."</i> Of course this brought a strange look from my aunt and a laugh from my cousin. My aunt who says, "You have two." And my cousin who knew exactly what I was talking about. I had a new brother. <br />
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<br />jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-84193028582395228722013-02-28T16:56:00.000-08:002013-02-28T16:56:29.312-08:00Month in Numbers - February 2013February was a little month that held a lot! As to not delay, here's my month in numbers...<br />
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<b></b><b>1</b> awesome tattoo! I'm in love. <br />
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<b> 1</b> trip to Gig Harbor to celebrate my father-in-law's<b> 70</b>th birthday! </div>
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<b> 4.5</b> mile walk with <b>7</b> of my mother-in-laws friends. This was my absolute favorite part of the trip...listening to their conversations, watching their interactions, seeing the different personalities shine through...I felt like it was one of those movies...you know the ones, where there are the older ladies and one younger lady who just absorbs it all. Like, How to Make an American Quilt or Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood...It was an amazing walk. <br />
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<b>9</b> books I picked up at the library<br />
<b>1</b> book I actually read, in its entirety, from the library<br />
<b>6</b> cups of green tea that I drank in about <b>3</b> days. I had forgotten how much I love it! <br />
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<b>1 </b>dog that I dog sat for a total of <b>6</b> hours before she drove me batty with her whining so I dropped her off with my aunt. I love this princess so much but without her mama she's a sad girl. <br />
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In other news:<br />
<b>1</b> rugby match watched in the bitter cold with sprinkles and a not-so pleasant breeze. (Watching our boys win? Well worth the cold.)<br />
<b>18</b> years of wedded bliss celebrated with my husband. <br />
<b>1 </b>long-lost brother reconnected with (the coolest part of the month, but a story in the making so not a lot of details there, yet...)<br />
<b>1</b> ladies night out with<b> 5 </b>amazing women<br />
<b>28</b> days of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Day-Journal-Nov-23-2010-NOV-23-2010-Hardcover/dp/B005O7OC6C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359646059&sr=8-1&keywords=q%26a+a+day">Q&A a day</a> completed<br />
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<br />jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-86437354099934228132013-02-13T07:35:00.000-08:002013-02-13T07:35:39.281-08:00<i>"I am one of the searchers.</i><br />
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<i>There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither
are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover
its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to
understand. We like to walk along the beach; we are drawn by the ocean,
taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable
beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and
the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as
is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as
great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.</i><br />
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<i>We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything
beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We
want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor
prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for
what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to
another or compete for love.</i><br />
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<i>For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who
dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who
are too gentle to live among wolves."</i><br />
<a href="http://jkavanaugh.com/">James Kavanaugh </a>jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-359272847166563792013-01-31T07:58:00.001-08:002013-01-31T07:58:53.303-08:00Month in Numbers - January 2013January didn't happen quite according to plan. Which is the point of plans, right? Plans aren't fool proof and changing is what keeps us on our toes.<br />
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I've followed <a href="http://notesonpaper.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-month-in-numbers-2013-january.html">Julie Kirk's Month in Numbers</a> for awhile now and thought I'd try to do them in 2013. Let's see what happens. I tend to start out great and fall flat when I attempt to do regular-type-anything...(like photo a day, don't ask!)<br />
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So here I go. My month in numbers:<br />
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1 - the number of cousins I reconnected with! This is why I love facebook. <br />
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3 - number of Stampadoodle/Cousin Wednesdays we were able to do! Yay!<br />
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4 - number of wrestling matches I attended<br />
1 - number of wrestling tournaments I not only attended but also volunteered at!<br />
1000 - number of pieces of plastic cutlery I purchased for said tournament<br />
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1 - number of trips to Seattle to send off a dear friend for three months.<br />
1 - number of trips to see my mom & dad.<br />
3 - number of trips mom & dad came here. <br />
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16(ish) - the number of days I was sick (or recovering from sick).<br />
44 - the number of Gossip Girl episodes I've watched. Don't judge. I finished Grey's Anatomy <i>and </i>this popped up <i>and</i> I was sick <i>and</i> not quite in my right mind. Now I'm stuck. It's a real (REAL) problem. <br />
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31 - number of days I completed <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Day-Journal-Nov-23-2010-NOV-23-2010-Hardcover/dp/B005O7OC6C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359646059&sr=8-1&keywords=q%26a+a+day">Q & A a day</a>! Woohoo! <br />
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<br />jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-54950555356078756482013-01-21T08:39:00.002-08:002013-01-21T08:39:30.813-08:00Love.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">"<i>And I say to you, I
have also decided to stick to <b>love</b>. For I know that <b>love</b> is ultimately
the only answer to mankind's problems. And I'm going to talk about it
everywhere I go. I know it isn't popular to talk about it in some
circles today. I'm not talking about emotional bosh when I talk about
<b>love</b>, I'm talking about a strong, demanding <b>love</b>. And I have seen too
much hate.</i> I've seen too much hate on the faces of sheriffs in the
South. I've seen hate on the faces of too many Klansmen and too many
White Citizens Councilors in the South to want to hate myself, because
every time I see it, I know that it does something to their faces and
their personalities and I say to myself that hate is too great a burden
to bear. I have decided to <b>love</b>. <i>If you are seeking the highest good, I
think you can find it through <b>love</b>.</i> And the beautiful thing is that we
are moving against wrong when we do it, because John was right, God is <b>
love</b>. He who hates does not know God, but he who has <b>love</b> has the key
that unlocks the door to the meaning of ultimate reality." </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">I was ready to write about the word I selected for the year, but then realizing it was Martin Luther King Jr. Day I thought he could say it more eloquently than I could. My one little word? <b>Love.</b> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;"><b>Love</b>. Kind and tender. Fierce and fearless. <b>Love</b> for family, friends, strangers. Let <b>love</b> find a place in me everyday, let me show <b>love</b> everyday, let <b>love</b> find its way in the world. </span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">Sounds a bit...gushy, yes? But it's what is in my heart right now. December was filled with me trying to find a word and the word that kept pressing on my heart was <b>love</b>. <i>Just <b>love</b>.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">I am pretty excited to see what happens this year. I'm open and ready for a <b>love</b>-filled year. <i> </i> </span><br />
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there really isn't a way of getting around the "new year looking forward, looking back" thing that seems to inhabit individuals at this time of year. </div>
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of course I get caught up in it too.</div>
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it's not a huge farewell and a glorious hello.</div>
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more like a gentle turning of a page.</div>
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I've spent the last week in quiet reflection and will probably spend the next week about the same. </div>
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writing. planning. reviewing. dreaming. </div>
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2012 was good. of course I am generally a glass-half-full kind of girl. there were some hard times but in general I can say I'm glad 2012 happened.</div>
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Susannah Conway, I've begun <a href="http://www.susannahconway.com/2012/12/2013-workbook/">Unravelling the Year Ahead</a></div>
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and Carolyn Rubenstein, I've thrown a little <a href="http://carolynrubenstein.com/2012/12/reverb-remix/">Reverb Remix 2012</a> in...</div>
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it's felt pretty good to be a little more focused on the reflection of the past, the living in the right now, and the looking forward to what may come. </div>
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welcome 2013</div>
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slippers and jammies </div>
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coffee and Grey's Anatomy on Netflix</div>
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looking back and looking ahead</div>
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welcoming a new year gently</div>
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saying goodbye to last year with a smile.</div>
jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-40854471281570550282012-09-18T07:55:00.001-07:002012-09-18T07:55:41.548-07:00Hmmmm...Why is it that when I am sick (like actual, in bed, pneumonia sick) I have all the motivation in the world? Not an ounce of energy but ideas, yes! motivation, yes! desire, yes! It's the way my world works...all the sitting around with no energy and not feeling that I HAVE to get things accomplished (because by gosh, I'm sick) and I am ready to take on the world. Oh, to harness the motivation and desire and put them in action when I am well would be lovely...jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-67082876312389155422012-08-29T07:29:00.000-07:002012-08-29T07:29:05.042-07:00...and I'm loving itI woke up this morning the mom of a senior. In high school. I wasn't sure if I'd be sad or not. I'm not. I'm excited. I love the first day of school. I love the anticipation of what this year holds. <br />
I would love to bottle the enthusiasm of being 17 and knowing that life is wide open...My wish for the boy this year is to embrace it all, love it all, enjoy every moment.........and my plan for ME is to live my wish for him. Lead by example? Heck yeah!<br />
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Let's do this!jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-72485519621301372262012-06-17T12:01:00.000-07:002012-06-17T12:01:04.135-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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...dare to live like the mad ones. Be mad to live, laugh and love. I need a reminder everyday that today (TODAY) is a precious gift. Live it well.jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-22938588222934975062012-01-15T08:09:00.000-08:002012-04-28T10:39:08.075-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />jkluginbillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13315427878090397404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150725614424779694.post-26741717867323894102012-01-10T08:28:00.000-08:002012-02-27T06:34:52.291-08:0010 thingsThis is no-buy January for me - not necessarily to save money but more to squash (at least in part) that overwhelming feeling of unthinking consumerism...<br />
So, here is a list of things I didn't buy so far this month:<br />
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<li>lip balm - I could use a new one or two but I'm making do with the couple that I've scrounged from pockets and bottoms of purses (p.s. I'm a lip balm addict). </li>
<li>the portable iHome that I saw for a screaming deal at Marshall's - putting it on my birthday list and if I don't get it then I'm buying it myself (probably full price).</li>
<li>a hair cut/color - sigh</li>
<li>whipped vodka (almost out...eeeks!)</li>
<li>a new red/green rubbermaid for our Christmas decorations</li>
<li>any scrap stuff from Fred Meyer (I caught myself before even heading down that aisle)</li>
<li>the cute sale stuff at Starbucks</li>
<li>any magazine at the grocery store (this is a weakness that is getting much better)</li>
<li>Spotify for my phone (I want sooooo bad!)</li>
<li>new camera app for my phone (although I would like it...to join my other 16. huh) </li>
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