Wordless Wednesday :: text your mother

Photo courtesy Senior Airman Kevin Crigger USAF


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This will go better if you
check your expectations at the door.
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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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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
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> Jenny the Pirate <
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
Great things are happening at
If you don't believe me, click the pics.
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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.
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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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
Photo Jennifer Weber 2010
Photo courtesy Senior Airman Kevin Crigger USAF
You know how I am about glass.
It's nearly unheard of that I throw away anything made of glass.
I have dozens of those lids that go on jar candles. Dozens. They make good paperweights.
Also did you know they fit perfectly into the top of wide-mouth mason jars?
Well they do.
Meanwhile I must force myself to toss pickle jars into the recycling bin.
Anyway on my dresser have been for years several empty perfume bottles.
I cannot throw them away, not ever, do not ask or even think it. I can barely throw away the boxes they came in, and as often as not, I don't.
But that's another blog post entirely.
So the other day Erica and I were paddling around in the pool and she told me she'd seen on Pinterest where people took the atomizers off their old perfume bottles and used the glass part as a bud vase.
Oh.
So this morning, a cloudy semi-rainy Monday when my TG was in and out of the house running errands, at one point when he was in the house, I rounded up my empties and mentioned that I may need a pair of pliers.
Twenty minutes later my gallant beloved presented me with four bottles, atomizer-free.
He only broke one, and I'm sure it wasn't his fault, and even though it was my only empty Chanel bottle I am not bitter.
He said: "We can always buy you another."
*twinkle*
Plus which I have another very-nearly-empty one and now that TG is an expert on removing the atomizers, I'm sure we will have no more beheaded bottles.
Now I don't pretend to tell you how to get the crimped-on atomizers off easily.
Because like I said, I didn't do it.
But I'm sure you can hurt yourself if you're not careful so if you attempt this, do watch out because I don't need your three-fingered right hand on my conscience.
So then the fragrances trapped inside, those last drops unreachable by the little plastic straw threaded through to the nozzle, burst into the room.
And I was transported to 1984 by the scent of Magie Noire, because it was while on a trip to North Carolina in the summer of that year, that TG bought me my first of many bottles of that fragrance.
Then I got a whiff of Jo Malone Grapefruit, an enchanting concoction I doubt I'll ever wear again, but which bottle I treasure because it was a gift from Audrey after she'd gone on a business trip to Chicago in 2009.
I still have the box, too, and the expensive-looking bag it came in.
The Ralph Lauren Romance bottle has such a charming crystalline heft, such a classic vibe, that I still think it's funny I cannot actually wear that fragrance. I sprayed the whole bottle -- over a period of years -- into the air in my room.
Any Chanel perfume bottle is elegant beyond description so I will not try. All you have to do is look.
I had to beg flowers from the neighbor -- no, not Bothertons, but our excellent nabes from across the street, the ones whose tree fell on TG's truck three years ago -- bygones -- because nary a petal is on display in my entire yard.
So there you have it, a project ideal for someone un-crafty, not quite a hoarder, one who cannot be trusted with pliers but who is fortunate enough to have a sweetheart who wielded them for me, and made me happy in the process.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Monday ~ Happy Week
Does anybody besides me see Lyle Lovett up there?
No; I'm not a fan. But I still see him.
He's in profile, looking off to the left.
Having what appears to be a normal hair day (for him).
In other sky news, has anyone noticed the dialog clouds tend to have with their surroundings?
Like for example, the one above that, in form if not function, seems to be taking style cues from the pine tree.
Maybe it's all in my head. What say you?
And then there are the clouds that seem to be working together.
As in, forming themselves into pieces that -- if all goes as planned -- fit like a puzzle.
I don't know but I see it a lot.
Because I'm always looking up.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Friday ~ Happy Weekend