(6 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)
Good morning, campers!
With all much due respect to Robyn’s now retired Morning Muse series, I may just have to fill the void here with a morning … something. My mornings tend to be extremely hectic until I get the brats kids out the door, then it takes me a little while to unwind. I’ll make my cyber rounds but meanwhile, I’ll designate a little space for your random whine, rant, or pause….
here.
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Perhaps some soothing music will help…
This is nice on full screen… ahhhhh, that’s more like it!
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So the car that was supposedly “fixed”, done, from our friend mechanic…. had to go back for a touch up ALL WEEK. grrrr. Seems theres some little electrical problem, after the guy replaced the alternator… the headlights wheeze off and out and back on again sporadically. So Im back to No Car.
Rain all day. bleh.
I’m happy so my whine is a little false — but I have too many things to do to be reading and writing on this blog.
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making it a daily peek at pop culture. Problem with that concept is… my view of that is badly skewed. That all I got. heh.
Apparently theres some big buzz about Oprah. yawn.
I could work on it though. I have this dear old friend from college days who is bloggin from WeHo these days, he’s visiting Russia right now. He’s a very…culturey kinda guy.
and I was hoping to get at least a couple of days.
Can I just say how much I hate the fucking holidays? For me it’s always a forced layoff, at a time when you’re expected to spend gobs of money.
No work for you, but spend spend spend!
I just don’t have it this year. I’m broke. there’s been almost no work all year.
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I have to agree. At least with Bush we had a transparency of sorts — a transparency as to our government’s sheer criminality. With Obama, it’s all glossed over, all distorted, all fed to us with this charming face and false principles.
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, “Speak to us of Children.”
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
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