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We're not big on logic
but there's no shortage of irony.
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Nice is different than good.
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Oh and ...
I flunked charm school.
So what.
> Jennifer <
Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957
Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962
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Contributor to
American Cemetery
published by Kates-Boylston
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Insist on yourself; never imitate.
Your own gift you can present
every moment
with the cumulative force
of a whole life’s cultivation;
but of the adopted talent of another
you have only an extemporaneous
half possession.
That which each can do best,
none but his Maker can teach him.
> Ralph Waldo Emerson <
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Represent:
The Black Velvet Coat
Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.
Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.
And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.
I am a taphophile
Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010
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Dying is a wild night
and a new road.
Emily Dickinson
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When I am gone
Please remember me
As a heartfelt laugh,
As a tenderness.
Hold fast to the image of me
When my soul was on fire,
The light of love shining
Through my eyes.
Remember me when I was singing
And seemed to know my way.
Remember always
When we were together
And time stood still.
Remember most not what I did,
Or who I was;
Oh please remember me
For what I always desired to be:
A smile on the face of God.
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Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.
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Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;
But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;
Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.
For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.
So then death worketh in us, but life in you.
We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;
Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.
For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.
For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.
II Corinthians 4
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On the mountains and in the valleys,
By the banks of the crystal stream,
He wandered whose eyes grew heavy
With the grandeur of his dream.
The seer whose grave none knoweth,
The leader who rent the sea,
The lover of men who, smiling,
Walked safe on Galilee --
All dreamed their dreams and whispered
To the weary and worn and sad
Of a vision that passeth knowledge.
They said to the world: "Be glad!
"Be glad for the words we utter,
Be glad for the dreams we dream;
Be glad, for the shadows fleeing
Shall let God's sunlight beam."
But the dreams and the dreamers vanish,
The world with its cares grows old;
The night, with the stars that gem it,
Is passing fair, but cold.
What light in the heavens shining
Shall the eye of the dreamer see?
Was the glory of old a phantom,
The wraith of a mockery?
Oh, man, with your soul that crieth
In gloom for a guiding gleam,
To you are the voices speaking
Of those who dream their dream.
If their vision be false and fleeting,
If its glory delude their sight --
Ah, well, 'tis a dream shall brighten
The long, dark hours of night.
> Edward Sims Van Zile <
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Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.
~ Ronald Reagan
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Friday, December 13, 2013 at 09:44AM I'm dashing out to a birthday party but I wanted to show you this.
TG holding my purse after church last Wednesday night.
Isn't that cute?
He's too sweet to leave my stuff in the pew when I've wandered away. Talking.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Friday ~ Happy Weekend ~ Merry Christmas
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Wednesday, December 11, 2013 at 11:44AM 
Just think.
One day (plus one hundred seventeen years) after the day my favorite poet was born, my favorite uncle was born.
That would be December 11, 1947.
Making him sixty-six years old today. And yes, that is hard for me to believe.
My Uncle Dody was nine years old when I was born. We've always been buddies.
His first child, a daughter, was born on my tenth birthday. And her name is Stephanie, the same as my first child, a daughter.
And my mother is his beloved big sister.
And he sings real good, and I love him.
And that is all except for this: Uncle Dody playing the guitarmonica and singing Amazing Grace.
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Happy Wednesday ~ Merry Christmas ~ Happy Birthday
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Tuesday, December 10, 2013 at 02:44PM 
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My favorite poet in the whole world -- and yes, that is saying something -- was born on this day in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts.
I'm busy and so are you but I just wanted to wish her a happy birthday.
And to say that I cherish the memory of one who could write with such brilliant clarity, it takes the breath away.
Born at Christmastime, Emily was a light among lights.
It is my dream to someday pay my respects at her grave. And to take pictures there, and to share them with you.
That is all for now.
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A counterfeit -- a Plated Person --
I would not be --
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie --
Truth is good Health -- and Safety, and the Sky.
How meagre, what an Exile -- is a Lie,
And Vocal -- when we die --
~Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886)~
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Happy Tuesday ~ Merry Christmas
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Friday, December 6, 2013 at 01:44PM 
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Let me do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other times.
May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking over the silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of a quiet river, when a light glowed within me, and I promised my early God to have courage amid the tempests of the changing years.
Spare me from bitterness and from the sharp passions of unguarded moments. May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit.
Though the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions be such as shall keep me friendly with myself.
Lift up my eyes from the earth, and let me not forget the uses of the stars. Forbid that I should judge others lest I condemn myself.
Let me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk calmly in my path.
Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am; and keep ever burning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope.
And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for life, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet; and may the evening's twilight find me gentle still.
~Max Ehrmann (1872-1945)~
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Happy Friday ~ Happy Weekend ~ Merry Christmas
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Wednesday, December 4, 2013 at 11:44AM 
Allissa and Melanie piled up in my bed with me last Wednesday night to watch a few episodes of Shaun the Sheep.
It's pretty much one of our favorite shows, along with anything involving Wallace & Gromit.
So now you know. We're suckers for the prodigious talents of Nick Park.
Historically we have fed our Shaun the Sheep habit by bringing him up on Netflix.
Only, this time we discovered to our dismay that Netflix no longer streams Shaun the Sheep.
We settled for an episode of Curious George before bed, but I promised the girls that the next day, we'd start fresh and find Shaun the Sheep somewhere online.
So it was that Allissa accosted me on Thursday just as the kitchen was beginning to fill with the fragrance of a Butterball roasting in the oven.
And I was juggling the ingredients and instructions for two separate recipes, hoping I didn't get so confused that I produced cranberry-ginger broccoli and cheddar-cheesy sweet potatoes by mistake.
"Mamaw can we find Shaun the Sheep now," Allissa bleated as though Shaun might be at that very moment roaming the grounds.
"Allissa I am cooking now," I said. "We'll have to do that a little bit later."
She stood her ground.
"But maybe we can find him on the TV," she persisted.
I might have sighed.
"Allissa." I said. "I told you I can't do that right now. You'll have to be patient because I'm sort of busy."
And I told her to move along.
Which she actually started to do. But then she came back.
"Maybe somebody else could look for Shaun the Sheep," she pointed out.
I stopped what I was doing and turned to face her and planted my fists on my hips.
"Allissa. We'll do it but not right this minute. Now go on," I said.
So she did.
Ten minutes later I glanced into the family room. Allissa was occupying her Aunt Erica's lap. They were hunched over Erica's iPad.
"What are y'all doing," I wanted to know.
Erica looked up, half grinning.
"We're looking on here for something for them to do," she said.
"Oh my," I said. "She is being very P-U-S-H-Y today."
I spelled it out, you know how you do.
And no kidding, Allissa spelled right back: "Well we are B-O-R-E-D."
Well played, Lissy Belle. Well played indeed.
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Happy Wednesday ~ Merry Christmas
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