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So Shane and I had a discussion the other day.   About our garage door.  About how I’ve hit it 6 times.   At both our houses…this one and our previous house.  I haven’t hit it in about a year and a half just to let you know.

When I say ‘hit’ the garage door…I mean plowing into it and pulling it off the hinges.  I’m not going fast mind you….I just hit it.  And rip it from the tracts.   I’ve backed out of the garage and hit it.  I’ve backed in to the garage and hit it.   The reason?  Shane has a bad habit of lowering the door a couple feet below the fully ‘up’ position.   Yeah, stupid I know.  I look out my side mirror and I see daylight and back up.   Then I hit the door.   Once it was so loud the neighbors came running outside.

So my question to you is:

WHO’s fault is it?  Mine for backing into the door….OR HIS for leaving the door partly down in my blind spot?

This is what it looks like sometimes if it’s not completely torn off the hinges and we’re able to force it into a semi-closed position.

As you can see, this door is brand new.
Replaced just several months earlier from a previous hit.

So my son got another text to his phone that was to the wrong number.  And….of course he texted back.
lol.

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These are always fun, so I’m sharing.

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Let me set the scene:
It’s a breezy, crisp day in the fall of 2006.    Shane’s outside putting on his green and I’m inside probably very busy doing menial chores of some-sort that I don’t like doing.   The phone rings.  The voice on the other end whispers verrrry quietly.

“Sheila…get the camera!”

“Where are you and why the hell are you whispering?”

“I’m on the putting green.  Get the camera and come to the window!  ((gets quieter)) A hawk just attacked a pigeon right in front of me!”

I grab the camera and run to the window.  Shane is standing there still like a stone statue.   I shot this sequence before the hawk took off with his lunch in his talons.

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I’m in a fog today. So I’m posting a link to one of my first posts…Titled: Tattoo.

1 one minute clip of Dublin and his new water bowl. (yes, my life is interesting) This is one of those bowls where you fill the big jug and then it automatically releases water as the bowl empties. When it refills itself, it creates a big loud bubble which Dublin is afraid of of.

So after 3 days of having to stand by his side and pet his back while he got a drink….(I KNOW, OMG!)…we finally put a towel over the part that holds the water reserve so he cannot see the big bubble. Crazy beast.

This meme requires posting a picture that is powerful, that expresses emotion, and speaks volumes to me.

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So, most of you know my oldest daughter is in college.   She sent me a text this morning with this photo.   Their RA had covered all the mirrors in the bathroom with newspaper and on the paper stuck post-it’s everywhere with positive sayings about body image on each piece of brightly colored paper.

Now how cool is that?  It made an impact on my daughter and me as well.   I think it’s wonderful for women to support women.    What a beautiful idea!

Some of the slogans:

What Is Spread the Word to End the Word?

Spread the Word to End the Word is a campaign created by youth, in an ongoing effort with Special Olympics and Best Buddies International, to engage schools, organizations and communities by raising the consciousness of society about the dehumanizing and hurtful effects of the word “retard(ed)” and encouraging everyone to stop using the R-word.

On March 3, 2010, youth are leading the second annual day of awareness to Spread the Word to End the Word by encouraging people to rally and pledge their support at www.r-word.org with the goal of reaching 100,000 pledges.