Saturday, July 30, 2011

Room for Two: A Writing Retreat for Women in Oregon - 2 spaces left!



So it's official, we can include two more women writers at the Sylvia Beach Hotel Poets on the Coast Writing Retreat for women.

This place is magical.  It is where I completed my book -- Letters From the Emily Dickinson Room there in the "Emily Dickinson Room," so the hotel and space has a lot of meaning for me.

Each room is designed for a specific writer or poet.  And the energy there is incredible.  Clean, clear, good energy as you stay on an incredible cliff overlooking the Oregon coast, yes, just steps from the beach.

The price is currently $349 for Friday-Sunday, September 9th-11th.  Here's a sample of what that will include:

~ a session on editing like a literary editor
~ a session on developing a writing project
~ a session on fostering creativity
~ a session on publication and submitting
~ a session on generating new work
~ morning yoga sessions (optional)

and

~ individual one-on-one time with Susan & me to look more closely at your work

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Susan and I have committed ourselves to being available to the poets the entire weekend.  Even when we're not teaching a class, our goal is to be there for each participant in helping them achieve their writing goals at the retreat and further into the future.

You are welcome to stay at the Sylvia Beach Hotel during the retreat (most of the participants are doing this) or commute in-- whatever's best for you.

Here's a link to the registration form and the Frequently Asked Questions (which will answer any questions you may have).

Anyway, if you've been putting this off and think you'd like to go, the price goes up on August 2nd, plus, we only have 2 spaces left and then the doors shut.
Susan and I aren't sure if this will happen again and when, so this may be a one-time thing for us.  I'm not sure, but I do believe the people who need to be there, will be there and I cannot wait to see what we write...

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Here's a poem that's the title poem from Letters From the Emily Dickinson Room (White Pine Press) that was written while I was staying at the hotel that might give you a sense of what it was like for me--


Letter From the Emily Dickinson Room

            Sylvia Beach Hotel, Nye Beach, Oregon


I wonder what Emily would think of the view—

the ocean stretches for miles
            without houses or street signs,
the lighthouse signals to me:

                        Follow through this.  Follow this through.

I wonder what Emily would think
            if she knew what I really want
                        is to bathe uninterrupted

with the door open,
            a candle burning near the window. 

What I really want is ginger,
            bubbles, the static of sea
            whispering: Yes. Yes, yes. 

It seems sacred
            —a woman alone in a beach town,
drying off and finding her camisole
then slipping into it, slipping off into bed. 

Or maybe it’s not. 

Maybe it’s what every woman would do
            if there were time or a place of her own
                        where flickering didn’t mean
there was a fire to tend, a lightbulb to replace.

When I undress again, toss my camisole
            to the floor, I think of her, Emily,
            and how she managed alone. 

How we wonder about her, Emily
            the recluse, the loner,
                        when we should smile
believing how thankful she was

to be with pen and paper
            listening to the wind through the oak trees,
            undressing without the help of another

and blessed to be body between the clean sheets,
            the woman who dimmed the light.


~Kelli Russell Agodon
(White Pine Press, 2010)


The Reveal on Huge Summer House Project (in process)...

So, I've been hearing from many of you with concerns about my unplanned, desperately needed house project (in which we are in Week 2 or 3, I've lost count).

What I love is how imaginative everyone is, from fear that my house is full of carpenter arts to flooding to broken everything.

But no, what's happening is our 40 year old septic system is being replaced with a new up-to-code system along with the drainfield.

I wish I had a "before" photo, but this is what my yard looks like right now...

Backyard (hello digger) the giant hole where the light comes through, used to be our fence!
Front yard-- Hello giant drain field and pile of dirt
 Crazy, I know.

The good news is we haven't had to mow our lawn (aka dirt lawn) all summer.  The good news is I haven't had to weed or weedwhack, but just watch giant machinery pull things apart.

What I will say is being a city girl before I was a country girl, I never was grateful for sewer systems. They were just something I took for granted.  Being in a rural community has taught me a lot-- it has taught me garbage disposals are bad.  And chemicals down the toilets-- also bad.

Anyway, I have been realizing that my not-saying what my huge home project was had many of you thinking I was living without electricity or that my home was falling in on me.  No, I'm safe.  My pets and family are safe.  We've just become great friends with the man we see everyday who digs up our yard and finds wonderful rocks buried.

My hope is that this project will be over in August, the beginning of August, but as much as I want to say it sucks to have to do this, I actually feel thankful that we were able to 1) find a way to pay for it  and 2) that we still own a home.  So while it's a strange annoyance, I can't complain. And in fact had always wondered what our home would look like with everything ripped out of the ground--- and now I know!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Top 20 Reasons Why Intelligent People Fail...

Top Three--

1. Lack of motivation. A talent is irrelevant if a person is not motivated to use it. Motivation may be external (for example, social approval) or internal (satisfaction from a job well-done, for instance). External sources tend to be transient, while internal sources tend to produce more consistent performance.

2. Lack of impulse control. Habitual impulsiveness gets in the way of optimal performance. Some people do not bring their full intellectual resources to bear on a problem but go with the first solution that pops into their heads.

3. Lack of perserverance and perseveration. Some people give up too easily, while others are unable to stop even when the quest will clearly be fruitless.

Read the rest here:  Why Intelligent People Fail...

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Confession Tuesday - The It's Finally Summer in The NW Edition

Dear Reader,

It's been a week of rain then what? Sun! since I've last written.

While much of the countries complained about this too-hot, this heatwave world, we lived under a rainshower, under a cloud of mid-sixties.  Then like normal Seattle weather, breaking open a little later than its normal mid-July style, sun arrived!

Today, a forecast of 80.  First time this year.

But let me confess, I am not the sunworshipper I seem...

To the Confessional--

I confess I don't mind the rain or cold weather.  For me, it's an excuse to write, to read, to not have to work in the yard.   I don't feel as if I'm losing my mind in cloudy, wet weather, but in fact, feel more in touch with my writing.

I confess the sun does make me more active, from gardening, longboarding (stand-up paddle surfboarding - not skateboarding!), to mountain biking, hiking and yes, I'm even back to playing tennis.

I confess while that last confession may make it seem as if I'm an active, sporty poet, my inner self is a sloth, someone who loves a hammock and a book more than sweating.

I confess I do think summer calms me down a bit, that added vitamin D slipped into an anxious skin, but fall is still my favorite season, for the leaves, for finding a season I could always live in.

Amen.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Thankful Thursday - Interviewed by Jeannine Hall Gailey aka @webbish6

Jeannine Hall Gailey did an interview with me at her blog.  She asked me about how to go about life after an MFA, about submissions, and a few other things.

Here's a taste of the interview...



JHG: On your blog you often talk about trying to balance art with life. What advice would you give someone about trying to build more time for art into their already hectic schedule?

KRA: My main advice would be to simplify your life to what is important. I’m always surprised when writers say, “I don’t have time to write” and then in the next breath ask me if I saw The Biggest Loser last night or I see them posting on Facebook. It’s definitely challenging with all the distractions the world offers and the internet, while a very handy research tool, is also a tempting way for writers to lose a lot of time that could have been spent for writing.
But we each have the same amount of time and we each choose what we want to do with it.

Choose your priorities. If writing is a priority for you, you’ll make time for it. It’s kind of tough love advice, but I truly believe it.


You can read the full interview here...

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Confession Tuesday - The Cruise Ship Edition

Dear Reader,

It's been a Canada/Alaska/Glacier experience since I last confessed.  I've just returned from a week on an Alaskan cruise.  I confess while I love traveling, I also love returning home, but let me tell you some highlights from the cruise.

To the Confessional--

I confess I liked the cruise, but there is ultimately a cheesiness to the whole experience I have to overlook.  Like napkin folding class.  Or the entertainer who plays the piano with his feet.  But what I love is that I can travel with a large group of friends and family (with 30 people) and it's easy to coordinate.  Plus, my mum is 77 so it's a great easy vacation for her.

Also, it's such an enjoyable way to see a few cities in Alaska, a glacier, Orca whales, seals on ice (sounds like an ice skating show) and a lot of natural beauty.

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I confess my two favorite Alaskan outings were taking the SkyTram up the mountain in Juneau and dogsledding with the great-grandson of the man who founded the Iditarod.  After the ride, I was able to meet all the sled dogs and spend time with puppies-- how could anyone turn down puppy time?

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I confess that I am highly competitive when it comes to games.

On the cruise, we played a group game I had never played before called Quest.  This game had me bringing up my team members pants, bras and belts.  It had me racing against other women to put a lipstick print on a stranger's face (& out of about 20+ women, I was first, thank you very much).  It had another team member racing up to show his appendectomy scar & another showing her tattoo.  And I found none of this odd at the time, I just wanted to win.

I realize in time of competition I completely lose all self-consciousness.  As you see in the photo below I've got about 10 layers of lipstick on (Maybelle Go Currant, borrowed from a friend).  I also bit into a sock to make a hole in it as well as showed the judge my back teeth (though I did not get any points for this, they wanted false teeth not a crown).

This is not the actions of a sensible, serious poet.  No, this is a nut on a vacation who will do anything for a prize.  Welcome to my world.

Me in my element wearing my winning baseball cap (aka my trophy)
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I confess here are a few things I did on vacation that entertained my family and made me laugh--

1)  Dropped my new sunglasses over an Alaskan cliff  (oops)

2)  Set off an alarm in the Royal BC Museum & ended up having a very interesting talk with the security guard about a stuffed mouse.

3)  Danced as a back-up dancer in the men's karaoke version of "All the Single Ladies"

4)  Tried to be hypnotized

5)  Fell into my suitcase

6)  Walked into a pole near the swimming pool

7)  Accidentally hit a man in the head with a slice of lime

I confess I am not sure I will ever lose my awkwardness, but if you can see it as charm, I'll be happy.

Amen.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Oh You Don't Want That - When Others Try to Supervise Your Dreams

Artwork by Jessica Swift.  Visit her Etsy shop at:  http://www.etsy.com/shop/jessgonacha


I noticed this interesting trend lately with some people in my life-- when I say something I want and they respond with "You don't want that..."  which is a weird response because I'm pretty sure I had just said: I want this...

Sometimes there are reasons after it, "You don't want that because you wouldn't be happy," "That's not for you," "You wouldn't like it..."

It actually took me awhile to realize this game of "Oh, you don't want to do that..." has been going on in my life.  I say what I want and someone who thinks they know me better than me says, "Oh, you don't want to do that..."

What brings this up is with the enormous house project that is going on this summer I realize that I would love to downsize to a smaller house with a smaller yard to maintain and preferably closer to the sea.  (BTW, I'm a Capricorn, we have to talk about something for a few years before it happens-- we are planners so when I say something like "I want to downsize," it doesn't mean next week, it usually means "in 5 years from now.")

Lately, when I say, "I'd love to live on a houseboat" I hear, "No you wouldn't... it's cold, it's too small, it's _________."

My guess is that my dreams aren't in sync with others' dreams or that my dreams/plans/goals don't fit with others' goals.  I also think some fear I would move to far away and we'd lose touch.  I think others are just projecting their feelings about said dream onto me.

This is not new for me.

As I said, I've spent my life saying what I'd like to do and having people say, "Oh, you don't want to do that..."  Or offering various reasons my ideas/dreams/goals are no good.  And for a long time, I fell for it. I believed others' opinions were equal or greater than my own.

Here are two examples of things I did in my 20's that people tried to convince me not to do--

A small example:

When buying my first car, I didn't want to make a mistake so I asked everyone for their advice and everyone told me to get a practical car.  When I said, "But I want a convertible," everyone said, "No you don't.  The roof will leak, you live in Seattle & it rains too much hear to use it."  So I bought my practical car, a smart 4-door Mitsubishi Gallant.  I hated that car.

Every day for one year I regretted my decision to buy that car.  Despite how many people complimented me on the car, on my decision, on all of it, I wanted to sell my 4-door sensible car and buy a 2-seater convertible.  (No, you don't want to do that- where will people sit, what if you have kids, but your car is so smart...)

Finally, realizing I didn't care I made a mistake and I could fix this I sold my 4-door Gallant and I bought a little 2-seater convertible Miata that had no room in the truck, no room inside the car, and was completely impractical-- oh I loved that car!  I was the happiest person in Seattle's rush hour sitting on the freeway listening to music.  And the best part about passengers-- I never had to drive to lunch again because my car was too small (an added benefit I hadn't even planned on!)

A larger example--

I wanted to quit my corporate job in the city and move to a small town of less than 3000 people (a town that requires you to take a ferry ride to get here).  Oh and to make things even more fun, I added "I want to work on my poetry and be a writer."

---Oh you don't want to do that. 


When I told this goal to my friends & co-workers, they started recommending therapists.  People were ready to have my committed.  I was going to leave my job being 6 month early from being "fully vested" in my 401K.  Oh, how could I make these decisions and move to a town where I knew no one.  How could I leave, quit my well-paying secure job and write poetry.  But you keep getting promoted! they said. (They didn't realize, that was part of the problem.) People thought I had lost my mind.


But you'll be so far away.
But the town is tiny, you'll be bored.
But you have to take the ferry all the time.
But you're not in Seattle.
But you won't be able to find a job.
But you'll be sorry.
But but but...


But here's the thing-- my mind has *never* been wired like others.

While other people wanted to go to parties, I wanted to stay home and read.  While other people wanted to talk about what the Spice Girls were doing, I was attending poetry readings.  While other people wanted friends around them all the time, I wanted solitude.  While other people were looking for new homes, I wanted an old house with character.  I didn't want a perfect walkway, I wanted one with cracks from a past earthquake, I wanted a quirky house where none of the corners were exactly square.

So I moved.

I moved from the Seattle area because it was so expensive and I knew to live there I would need to continue working long hours just to afford a house or rent.  I didn't want that. I didn't want the traffic, the commute, and the fact that my writing was being pushed to the side because I was working 60-70 hour weeks.

And it worked out.  (It always does in the end, and if it's not worked out, it's not the end yet.)

But I've noticed the trend again.  The "You don't want to do that..."

Here's the thing I have learned in my life--

My dreams are not sensible, they never have been. I will chose the impractical, but I will be happy.  I will choose what would be a bad decision for a thousand people, but it's perfect for me.  My dreams and goals are just that-- MY dreams and goals.

(Oh and the only place where choosing the impractical has been a problem is with my shoes, that that is whole other lifetime post of poor decisions...)

But it's my choice.

I am always hanging out on my own path and I'm happy here.

My path can include consignment shops and small towns.  It involves working from home and freelancing.  It involves a lot of hope and a lot of work, but it's the work I love.  It involves me saying, "You know, I don't need all the extras in life, just a lot of amazement, wonder, and uniqueness."

It is a constant reminder to me that my dream has never been the norm.

And I'm going to keep saying my goals and hopes and dreams out loud because for me, that helps make them happen.  And when people say, "Oh you don't want to do that..." I will respond:  But I do.  And I will.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

How To Delete Your Google+ Account...



Okay, somehow I joined Google+ only to realize it was yet another networking site I didn't need to be a part of (I swear, I think these sites were created to keep more books off the shelves as writers spend so much time networking instead of writing...)

I found this great HOW TO post on how to delete this account (without deleting all your other content or Google Profile). 

I just deleted my Google+ account and my world feels a little simpler...

By the way, if anyone is using Google+ and really likes it, let me know and what you appreciate it about it.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Thankful Thursday- Beauford Delaney, American Artist

 Street Scene by Beauford Delaney
Beauford Delaney (1901 - 1979) was a consummate artist and a warm-hearted man.




This is my favorite artist that many people have never heard of.  


I think the best biography of his life is this:  Amazing Grace: A Life of Beauford Delaney by David Leeming - He's been overlooked as an artist and I have been inspired by art as well as what I've read about his gentleness and charm.  He was friends with Georgia O'Keeffe who painted this portrait of him--


Beauford Delaney by Georgia O'Keeffe


I am amazed how much hasn't been written about him, but I'm thankful for this blog: Le Amis de Beauford Delaney for keeping his memory alive.


Here's a link to more of his paintings.


And this, a short summary of who he was--


"Beauford Delaney was a celebrated artist who was part of the Harlem Renaissance during the 1930's and 40's. Beauford moved to Paris in 1953 where he developed a distinct style of abstract impressionism, and became a mentor and friend to expatriate writers James Baldwin and Henry Miller."  From a Tale of Two Brothers by Jack Neely.


as well as this from his brother, Joseph Delaney:



First and last, Beauford is an artist - one of the most sensitive and talented of all artists of all times. To qualify that broad statement would explore all of the qualities which make for the enigma which genius is ... whatever that is. Some creativity trained and inspired by life, living also with a personality void of definition, this unusual person was spotted early in his life. Scholars of all grades in school as well as teachers and professional people of high rank gave Beauford time and understanding.

Those early years which Beauford and I enjoyed together I am sure shaped the direction of our lives as artists. We were constantly doing something with our hands - modeling with the very red Tennessee clay, also copying pictures. One distinct difference in Beauford and myself was his multi-talents. Beauford could always strum on a ukelele and sing like mad and could mimic with the best. Beauford and I were complete opposites: me an introvert and Beauford the extrovert. Beauford went on to cultivate a taste for the opera and other great classics in music and literature.

He was never happier than the day in 1969 when I visited Paris. He took me to the French Opera which is truly great but I will settle for the Moulin Rouge any time.



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I am thankful to be able to share Beauford Delaney with you and am thankful for his art.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Postcard from a Writing Group

Ronda, Janet, Jeannine, Kelli, Lana, Annette, Jenifer

Here's my incredible writing group celebrating my recent good news, which is also their good news because honestly, we're all in this together.

(By the way, subtract about 4-5 inches from my hair length now, I just got it cut short above the shoulders as it was taking too long to dry and cutting into my writing time.)

Monday, July 11, 2011

Money, Money, Money...

So I have been wanting to read this book for a long time...LONG TIME--

Your Money or Your Life: 9 Steps to Transforming Your Relationship with Money and Achieving Financial Independence: Revised and Updated for the 21st CenturyYour Money or Your Life: 9 Steps to Transforming Your Relationship with Money and Achieving Financial Independence: Revised and Updated for the 21st Century

So I bought the audio version of it and listed to it on my way to a friend's house.  And by the time I got there, the book had absolutely shut me down in regards to money and completely made me self-conscious of every purchase I was making.

Now, I know that's the point, the point is based on the idea that Money = Freedom, which I completely agree.  But it says things like, "Once you've bought your sewing machine, that's the last sewing machine you have to buy in your lifetime and you can cross it off your list."

Statements like these make me panic-- dear gawd, if this is my last sewing machine in my life, I better make sure I buy the right one...which shuts me down and I do nothing.  "The right one" - it's a killer in money and art.

Nothing will ever be "the right one" including spouses, sewing machines and poems-- but things can be "good enough."

Your Money or Your Life has you actually figuring out what your ACTUAL hourly wage is, for example, if you make $25 an hour, but to commute to work you spend $5 on gas, $10 on a ferry ride, $500 a month on daycare, etc.... You don't make $25 an hr.

Once all the expenses needed are taken into account for you to be at work, then your dollar-per-hour may only be $15 an hour, or $8.  This formula helps make it easier to figure out if you *really* want to buy something-- now that $8 sandwich costs you an hour of your time, do you really want to get it now, or do you want to wait 30 minutes until you're home and eat the food you know you have in your refrigerator?

Don't get me wrong, this is an awesome book.  It completely can change the your views on money and how much you *really* need and to put your TIME as your top priority.  As a writer, I love this.  As a Capricorn, this book was almost a little too much. I had listened to her talk for my 3 hour drive and when I went into a consignment shop to buy a new summer coat I needed (well, she may argue "needed" but I had just given my old coat to Goodwill, so I believed I needed one!)  I found one for $20 and it was truly hard for me to buy it.  I felt as if I had already failed.

Time has passed since I read the book and money moves more freely from my pocket again (both good and bad), but sometimes I need to feel as if I've found a middle ground-- How to Be a Poet and Live with Freedom Without Being a Stingy Jerk, will be the book that I need to read--or write.

Still, if you really need an overhaul for your money situation, while I still put The Circle of Simplicity: Return to the Good Life (as it type this I see it's $3.98 right now at Amazon!) as my top choice for changing your life to YOUR priorities and helping you be less materialistic and swayed by consumerism, but this would be #2.  As hard as it was for me to feel normal after reading it, I learned a lot and I'm glad it freaked it me out a bit.  It's a good reminder of what my goals in life are.

Oh and I heard this from Chris Rock of all people, "Being wealthy is not about having a lot of money, it's about having a lot of options."  Oh, that is so true!

Thursday, July 07, 2011

Thankful Thursday - Oregon Poetic Voices



The Oregon Poetic Voices have put the audio of the poems I read at Wordstock on their website.

If you want to hear what I sound like or see the poems I read, you can do so here.

If you only have time to listen (or read) one, I recommend, "Natural History Lesson on a Hike to God's Point."


What's great about their website is how many poets they highlight. You can see the full list here.  And listen to them.

The also have a section for teachers on how to teach poetry with some great links.

So there we are, Oregon Poetic Voices-- I'm thankful for their work in Northwest bringing more poets to more people and making it easy for people to learn about poetry.

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Oh and my history with Oregon?  My family, the Russells came from Tennessee to Oregon and settled in Coos Bay in the 1800's.  And yes, there's still a Russell Ranch (and a Russell Cemetery) we plan on visiting again this year.

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

Amazing Poetry Book Sale Supports White Pine Press





Support White Pine Press and add new treasures to your library. 

There's a pretty fantastic poetry sale that JUST started and the proceeds from it will help my press, White Pine Press. Here's the link to all the incredible books and collections of books that are for sale.

There are some pretty amazing books and some signed including Jane Hirshfield, Naomi Shihab Nye, Agha Shihad Ali, Julia Alvarez, Carolyn Forche, James Wright, Franz Wright, Stanley Kunitz, William Stafford, Charles Simic, and many more...  The list does my heart well.


Here's the full info about the sale--  


White Pine Press founder Dennis Maloney is selling off his forty year collection of signed and first editions of poetry and more to raise funds to support White Pine Press. The sale includes significant collections of several poets including Gary Snyder, Robert Bly, Tomas Transtromer, Michael McClure, Philip Whalen, Pablo Neruda, Wendell Berry, a selection of early work by Native American poets and smaller selections of many other authors. 

White Pine Press, is a non-profit organization, and sales of material donated to a library or other institution or purchased for above the fair market value of the items will be eligible for a tax deduction. For additional information, questions, or purchases please email Dennis Maloney at dennismaloney@yahoo.com. 


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Make sure to check out what's for sale, there are some pretty amazing books!

English Majors in Love...

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Confession Tuesday

Dear Reader,

It's been one week since my last confession and while many weeks I come here and the confessions just roll out, this week's confession seems a little stuck, the paste of my mind-- what can I tell you that you don't already know?  What can I confess to that a little devious? A little wild?  Just a little interesting?

Dear Reader, that may be another week, I really am not sure what I have to confess, but there's always something, right?

To the confessional--

I confess sometimes I have no idea what to write on Confession Tuesday and today is one of those days.

It's not that I am perfect, I am nowhere close.  In fact, if perfect were a place, it would be the center of Antarctica, not only ridiculously far away from me, but a place I will probably ever step foot on or even sail by.

Perfect is mirage of water on the hot roadway, even when you think you're there, you're never close.  And in fact, I'd say that thinking that one is perfect, might mean you're further away than you think -- thus, a perfect person wouldn't think they were perfect...

Of course, by not thinking I'm perfect does not make me perfect.  It makes me realistic.  And honest.

~

Though I confess, there is a part of me that yearns for perfect. I think this due to my small obsession with "show towels."

You have probably never heard this term, but maybe you too have them.  These are the towels I put out when guests come over or when we have a dinner party.  They are the only towels in the entire house that look nice enough to wipe your hands on.

They actually look nice in the bathroom without some bizarre 70's floral pattern going on or my country red towels, carried with me from my first home-- how I love them for their stringiness and their ability not to care what others think about them.

No, these show towels are soft and yellow and they all match.  If my bathroom was a museum, these would be the paintings you would first go to and love them for their luster.

I have (in a very non-perfect way) shouted at my family when I've seen these towels (our show towels) dragged across the floor to clean up an in-house exploding water balloon, I have seen them on the dog, being taken to the garage, "Hey!  Those are our Show Towels!  Use an ugly one."

I confess, sometimes I think "when I am Oprah-rich, all my towels will be show towels."

Oh, imagine.  Such big dreams little poet...
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I confess now that I think about it, I'm not sure how all our towels (with the exception of the do-not-touch show towels) became so ruined.  I have a feeling we each use them on our bikes and pretend we don't.

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I confess I use our towels when cleaning my mountain bike.

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I confess I did not plan an entire post on towels.

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Remember two weeks ago when I confessed about never having the urge to flip the bird in photos?  If there is an occasion for someone to do it right, this is how to do it: Jim Belushi photobombing Chevy Chase... (Note: you must be famous and it must in the 1970's for this to work this well)--


And did I mention, Chevy Chase always have the best expressions...
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Amen.

Monday, July 04, 2011

Happy 4th of July from Ava Gardner -



Hope you have a safe and happy 4th of July!  And make sure you're pets are indoors when the fireworks begin!
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