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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

Monday Morning Creepiness

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Every once in a very great while I’ll take a decent photo.  If I were a great photographer I’d do some post processing on this photo so Ike wouldn’t look so over exposed.  But, the truth is, Ike really is that pale.  He glows.  If I gave him some color, well, it wouldn’t look like Ike.  And I like Ike, every white-boy inch of him.

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Okay, now this one is just a bit creepy.  I call it, ” ghost boy in twigs”.  This photo reminds me of  the movie Three Men and a Baby and the urban legend that started about the little boy ghost behind the curtain. Oh, my goodness talking about it, still freaks me out.  I remember standing in line at the rental counter of a local grocery store where they were playing the movie on the over head television.  People started buzzing  about the scene and we all watched mesmerized, then the guy behind the counter paused it right on the shot where you can see the boy peering out behind the curtain.  Holy crud, I don’t know why, but it scared the bejeebers out of me.  Anyway, hope you all have a good Monday…muhahahaha  muahahaahah.

The long awaited love post is done!

Clay finally got it done.  It was rough.  He struggled with this one, fitting all the small details in without droning on and on.  Sometimes he drones when he writes.  I used to edit his college papers in which I would suggest he shorten his sentences a bit and cut out a few repetitive phrases.  See?  I was a blogger twenty years ago!  Short, choppy  sentences with lots of these…

Now, grab a cup of joe,  this is a juicy one.

Guest Post at The Bargainist

The Bargainist

Click the image above to check out the little tidbit I wrote for The Bargainist about surviving this whole Damn Ramsey debt snowball crap I’m living.  They asked for 200-300 words.  I’ve never felt more paralyzed by a word limit.  You know, I like to blather on and on, right?