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ironsulfide: December 2004
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Mining the fool's gold in my mind. Wednesday, December 15, 2004. Santa takes a well deserved break before his big night. Funny, though. I never would've picked Ol' St. Nick for a cloves type of guy. Oh well. Merry Christmas! Posted by ironsulfide at 1:08 PM. Friday, December 10, 2004. I have officially fallen off the face of the planet and my return is TBD. Sorry readers, but this blogger has to take a break. Please check back periodically. Thanks. Posted by ironsulfide at 11:35 AM. Michael is a Funkiller.
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ironsulfide: You Can't Stop The Machine
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Mining the fool's gold in my mind. Monday, August 29, 2005. You Can't Stop The Machine. My friend CZ has finally created a blog to display her artwork. She has a very unique style and is quite talented. Hopefully she will post her photos soon but for now its only paintings and drawings. Posted by ironsulfide at 7:36 AM. I love her style. :). California, United States. View my complete profile. People Who Blog More Regularly Than I Do. Michael is a Funkiller. New Jersey is Purtty. Only Now Do I Realize.
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A Girl Can Change her mind, can’t she? | This Side of Paradise
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This Side of Paradise. Give me ambiguity, or give me something else. September 6, 2008. A Girl Can Change her mind, can’t she? I am not going to shut down this blog. This is the place I will still post about my girl and our daily life. Deeper thoughts may appear elsewhere😉. Posted in Family Life. Laquo; Fourth Grade Begins. I don’t know what’s going on, but it seems like a lot….my thoughts are with you much…. On September 25, 2008. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. A Dog's Life.
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Suck the Marrow: Day after Christmas
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I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." Henry David Thoreau. Wednesday, December 26, 2007. Well, to any of you who are still out there, hello! The answer, dear Emmie, is bloody terrified, thank you very much. To anyone who's still reading this blog - Merry Christmas, and peace be with you all. Posted by scooter @ 4:37 PM. My sinc...
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Portrait of the Artist as a Young Mom: A Time to Mourn, Part Two
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Portrait of the Artist as a Young Mom. Stories from a city girl turned country girl, a public school teacher turned home school mom.now turned back into a city girl and public school teacher again. Since 2004. Tuesday, December 04, 2007. A Time to Mourn, Part Two. As people began to arrive for the service, Ruth's friends from BC played a piano and cello prelude and a slide show of more photos played on the big screen in the front of the church. It was a great loss, and the tears were honest and necessary...
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ironsulfide: May 2004
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Mining the fool's gold in my mind. Thursday, May 20, 2004. Stupid, stupid, stupid. In response to my last post, I realized that I was the one who set it up that way. HA, HA. Don't we all enjoy a good laugh! Boy, do I feel like a raving idiot! I think maybe my wife is right. Maybe I should think first and then speak (or write as the case may be). Well, now any old somebody can post a comment on my blog. Have fun and I hope to hear from you soon. Posted by ironsulfide at 9:04 AM. Read w/ snotty voice.
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Ephemera: October 2005
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Ph)lotsam, jetsam and lagan. It is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.". Monday, October 31, 2005. From the archives :. These are images I posted back, alas, when So the Echo. They were all items from the salvage sections of Rejuvination. Where I took my most recent photos this week. I really kinda liked these when I originally posted them.now, they just don't do much for me. C'est la vie! Bot pic : from th...
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Portrait of the Artist as a Young Mom: It Could Happen
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Portrait of the Artist as a Young Mom. Stories from a city girl turned country girl, a public school teacher turned home school mom.now turned back into a city girl and public school teacher again. Since 2004. Wednesday, July 18, 2012. I liked the smell of his pipe smoke, but I didn't admit it. We weren't supposed to approve of smoking. I wondered if he knew my name. I suppose that sounds terribly morbid, but it could happen. Her family escaping only with their pajamas and their lives only hours before.
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Portrait of the Artist as a Young Mom: The Story of Frank
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Portrait of the Artist as a Young Mom. Stories from a city girl turned country girl, a public school teacher turned home school mom.now turned back into a city girl and public school teacher again. Since 2004. Wednesday, July 15, 2015. The Story of Frank. Frank came with the house. His parents had been close friends of my grandfather, thus he considered himself to be part of our greater extended family. When we purchased Grandpa's house in Montana in 2004, Frank was part of the package deal. He chatted e...
