tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.comments2023-03-22T11:22:04.230-04:00Finding WizWizzybithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00290934924117704616noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-88625770735549793642013-04-04T22:04:10.542-04:002013-04-04T22:04:10.542-04:00I totally feel you on all this! It was a cruddy ho...I totally feel you on all this! It was a cruddy hopeless winter and then suddenly there was a giant paradigm shift when the sun started shining!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738812971562175447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-23232354835938398982013-01-21T07:52:33.696-05:002013-01-21T07:52:33.696-05:00I'm glad you are doing well, my friend. I'...I'm glad you are doing well, my friend. I've been thinking of you. C. Knackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04665299126847543006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-66117621006605108592013-01-12T12:27:22.249-05:002013-01-12T12:27:22.249-05:00my grandma used to drink apple cider vinegar, hone...my grandma used to drink apple cider vinegar, honey and water, every day before meals. I used to have it when I would stay with her. It's healing proponents go back before Dr. Oz and Dr. Phil, drink-up, friend (:C. Knackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04665299126847543006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-71028707884798468612013-01-10T13:49:17.606-05:002013-01-10T13:49:17.606-05:00Apple cider vinegar! It's true!Apple cider vinegar! It's true!Rororosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02876549065224986711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-12655736691190540242012-12-31T10:24:46.223-05:002012-12-31T10:24:46.223-05:00Ha! That may be why I don't have a rain barrel...Ha! That may be why I don't have a rain barrel in my actual garden. Wizzybithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00290934924117704616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-53633103489833126032012-12-31T09:03:04.376-05:002012-12-31T09:03:04.376-05:00May your rain barrel be full of sperm...May your rain barrel be full of sperm...beerhaulerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01624620244070096671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-14828520240445680692012-12-30T23:39:12.711-05:002012-12-30T23:39:12.711-05:00may your garden be bountiful, my beautiful friend....may your garden be bountiful, my beautiful friend.C. Knackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04665299126847543006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-57871054795945796302012-12-28T20:35:27.292-05:002012-12-28T20:35:27.292-05:00Thank you for your kind comment! We like to stay q...Thank you for your kind comment! We like to stay quiet and cozy, too. (Except for when we don't... I should be getting ready for tomorrow's party right now.) But yes, it's a wondrous time of year, even if the result is just reflection.Wizzybithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00290934924117704616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-69836929991772281722012-12-28T18:38:09.795-05:002012-12-28T18:38:09.795-05:00Hello, Liz,
Your perspective on the holidays gave ...Hello, Liz,<br />Your perspective on the holidays gave me some good thinking to do. I appreciate your list—Wow! Some of them are now on my list. Thanks for the gift. The holidays have become (on deliberate purpose) such a simple fun time for me, and our family. What I love about them the most is that they give me the opportunity to celebrate in my own way, our own way—solitude and togetherness, reflections of the past, being present now, and envisioning my dreams, quiet times and loving laughter. I seclude myself during the holidays—our family just hunkers down and cuddles up—it's a wondrous time of year. We're downright unconventional so it's easy for us. <br />Thanks for the gift of your words. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-25266132743678152652012-09-30T12:37:57.275-04:002012-09-30T12:37:57.275-04:00Next, I try to perform 43 "you're welcome...Next, I try to perform 43 "you're welcomes". I actually need to pick up the pace and keep my standards high. I tried to count 4 notes I wrote at work, which really kind of doesn't count. It's hard to convince the rule maker when you make your own rules....Wizzybithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00290934924117704616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-37620399336625208382012-09-26T13:11:14.365-04:002012-09-26T13:11:14.365-04:00And I would also like to thank you for the thankyo...And I would also like to thank you for the thankyou card. Thank you! Maybe I will attempt to actually lay pen to paper and return the favor! Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-87829746559264485122012-09-17T10:27:31.365-04:002012-09-17T10:27:31.365-04:00I think that's a big fat gorgeous idea.I think that's a big fat gorgeous idea. Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-40709445947605340682012-09-17T10:26:10.840-04:002012-09-17T10:26:10.840-04:00And this is why we still need to get married. I s...And this is why we still need to get married. I should probably also clarify, just in case, that "THE OTHER F WORD" is about Cali "punk" dudes who are now middle-aged and raising kids. Fatherhood: the other F word. Get it? But yeah. My own rigid interior criteria and rules already calls their punk cred into question... (Pennywise? Blink 182? Really?) Add in the statement that "California punk was never as much about fashion) even though they all wear a lot of the same BS, and THEN also add in, which actually relates to your original post: the flaunting of important rules! One dumbass sort of drapes his seatbelt across his body instead of actually buckling it: "Fake seatbelt! Still a rebel haw haw!" This, of course, makes me remember my EMT/Firefighter dad saying "Well, some people say it's optional, but I HAVE NERVER UNBUCKLED A CORPSE!" EEEEEEK! Go on with your tattooed badboy self, Cali aging punker! Good dad! Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-53317136894017089292012-09-16T21:06:40.610-04:002012-09-16T21:06:40.610-04:00I must find a way to wedge the phrase "middle...I must find a way to wedge the phrase "middle-aged adherence to the tyranny of their nonconformist hegemony" into conversation at work tomorrow. Wizzybithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00290934924117704616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-72491391575289240702012-09-16T21:00:37.823-04:002012-09-16T21:00:37.823-04:00DUDE! There is TOTALLY a "nonconformist hege...DUDE! There is TOTALLY a "nonconformist hegemony," moreso all the time it seems. I tried to watch that documentary "The other F word" while Scott was out of town but I couldn't take any of the dudes seriously because of their middle aged adherence to the tyranny of their nonconformist hegemony, which apparently cannot waver or flex no matter your age or circumstances. Seriously, dude, the hair was looking like black-dyed Guy Fieri in some cases. how rebellious! How outre! How duh! It took me a while to figure out that flying under the radar is the punkest. Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-14271444513816797552012-09-06T15:45:32.764-04:002012-09-06T15:45:32.764-04:00I envy friends that have been able to pack everyth...I envy friends that have been able to pack everything they own into a suitcase or three, and chart off to exotic locales like Chicago, San Francisco, Denmark or Thailand. I wish that I could abandon my "stuff" and bid adieu to family and friends. But I can't. One thing that I've noticed in my worldly travels is that I seem to enjoy the small towns, both here and abroad, every bit as much as I enjoy big cities. I've had great times in small European villages and small midwestern towns. It boils down to people. I've been to a formal class reunion - just once - no need to do that again. There are some great people that I went to high school with, but a lot of them turned out to be douchebags. I have a feeling that big cities have more douchebags, per capita, than an average college town like the one we live in.<br /><br />I think it's great that we have big cities to visit... but I'd rather live in a place with good people. People that I could marry. Wouldn't it be great if you could just marry your friends? Now THAT'S something worth pondering further...beerhaulerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01624620244070096671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-29139559157256415182012-08-28T13:49:52.153-04:002012-08-28T13:49:52.153-04:00Thanks a lot, Liz. Now I want to throw poor Scott...Thanks a lot, Liz. Now I want to throw poor Scott over the rails and literally marry a pizza. Also, can I marry your writing, too? And you? Are we allowed plural marriages in this new world of arrangements? I am intrigued. Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-60747693410960037942012-08-11T12:17:37.129-04:002012-08-11T12:17:37.129-04:00I want to agree with you...but, I also don't w...I want to agree with you...but, I also don't want to live in Battle Creek. I did not grow up here, but definitely consider this my "hometown" - Having done some traveling, I think I have realized, what is most important is the people and environments with which you chose to surround yourself. It seems that most places used to feel like I "didn't belong there" because they were so far from what I knew, and now, most places have been made so generic, it almost takes the fun out of even visiting different locations. You know, for the first time in my whole life, I vacationed in my own home state, and it was the best (most relaxing) vacation I have ever had.C. Knackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04665299126847543006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-993913940912363142012-07-23T09:22:14.577-04:002012-07-23T09:22:14.577-04:00Hooray! You are woman, hear you roar! Yep! Ever...Hooray! You are woman, hear you roar! Yep! Every step is progress. I've been having to remind myself of that a lot lately. I've been feeling overhwlemed with various projects that need to get done. The problem is that once I start on one project, it makes me hyper-aware of all the other projects that I've been putting off, which in turn makes me realize what a lazy slob I am, and then i feel like there's more stuff to be done than I can ever possibly do and I get sort of freaked out and buried-feeling. Aaaaaand then I have to breathe deeply and remind myself that, seriously, I can only do one (or maybe two or three) thing at a time, and that's okay. There is a Stuart Smalley in my head that I rely on more than anybody realizes. "And that's...okay!"Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-10616137311867692322012-07-21T19:22:11.642-04:002012-07-21T19:22:11.642-04:00GO WIZ GO!GO WIZ GO!Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-25857560293969656902012-07-20T20:49:13.756-04:002012-07-20T20:49:13.756-04:00Well, it wasn't real Chicago, it was a suburb....Well, it wasn't real Chicago, it was a suburb. But I USED to go to Chicago all the time by myself. And I did go to the beach by myself (to meet friends) for the last two weekends, and I opened the painted-shut window by myself. Progress? Yes.Wizzybithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00290934924117704616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-55746629474981940932012-07-20T15:41:26.988-04:002012-07-20T15:41:26.988-04:00As somebody who absolutely LOVES doing things alon...As somebody who absolutely LOVES doing things alone, I'm at a loss to tell you where to begin. You went to Chicago by yourself, didn't you? Wasn't that kind of awesome? I really got a bang out of doing that my Lynda Barry weekend. Going to the beach or for a long hike is good, too. I know, I know, we're all supposed to be terrified that some rapist is going to leap out of the bushes at us but, you know what? The percentage of times that it actually happens to somebody makes the fear of it sort of silly. Carry mace, it'll be fine! The natural world helps ease up all those inner voices that chatter at you. Yep. That's all. Unwriterly yern, Ames.Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-4149419414969147472012-07-06T10:49:38.378-04:002012-07-06T10:49:38.378-04:00I need a t-shirt that says "There's a lot...I need a t-shirt that says "There's a lot going on between fluffy and mangy!'Amy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13784240620623417170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-45755596900798542022012-06-23T08:41:22.801-04:002012-06-23T08:41:22.801-04:00I think it is these black/white statements all ove...I think it is these black/white statements all over the place lately that make US feel as if we have to be "awesome" all of the time. Little contributions make as big of an impact as large contributions. there is a whole lot going on between fluffy and mangy, people just choose not to acknowledge it...there are so many shades of grey and without them life would lack depth.C. Knackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04665299126847543006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194634877992183274.post-87258091986500486292012-06-19T17:53:54.594-04:002012-06-19T17:53:54.594-04:00I think she was just making black / white style bl...I think she was just making black / white style blanket statements, rather than an actual threat to Kelly's kittens, and therefore I will keep her identity to myself. I'm annoyed by black/white judgement making generally, while of course loving the certainty of it all the more.Wizzybithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00290934924117704616noreply@blogger.com