Sunday, September 14, 2008
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Occasional musings from a mobile blogger wandering through the South
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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2008
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September
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- The Grossest Thing EVER
- Celebrating Autumn
- Banzai!
- YouTubing
- Chili Trophy
- Jamming, Ozark Style
- Waiting for the Judges
- Frog
- Rockin' Hair
- The New Archie Andrews
- Super Shaggy Sandwich
- Checking Out Nature
- Smiling, Not Smiling
- Helping Dad
- Breaking My Own Rule
- Feeding Baby Dog
- Going into Space
- Camo Hollyhobby
- Just Like a Man
- You Can't Get Me
- Tristan Likes Goats
- Julius Milks the Cow
- Tristan vs. Goat
- Round and Round
- The Tube
- Car Ride
- Way High
- First Ride of the Fair
- Reading a Story
- Relaxation Station
- Farmer Tristan
- Attack of the Killer Foam Snakes
- At the Hospital
- Tristan Wants One
- Butterfly Whisperer
- Amusing Ourselves
- Cast Iron Cooking
- The Great Bubble Caper
- The Infernal Wait
- Blueberry Mustache
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About Me
- Wendy
- Writer. Noun in charge of verbing, eclectic funmeister, grounded nomad, imaginary friend. Author of The League for the Suppression of Celery.
2 comments:
If I was that butterfly, I think I'd want to avoid Tristan's eager grasp. He looks like a real boy!
He's that, for sure! I felt bad telling him no, but I felt good for the butterfly at least. Little did it know how close it was to mortal danger. (Although by it's nature isn't a butterfly ALWAYS in mortal danger?)
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