spray painting is more exhausting than you might think

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work and home

The back end.



Tool of the trade (can be exempted from seizure under BK law).


A client's child's depiction of her happy family (little does she know).


The neighbor boys tagged my garage with "weney." It's not just my garage though.



The front end.


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why not YOU?

more people should do this with their cheese wax.

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trails

on the way home from the vet (Lulu's feeling better).

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leftovers

Sometimes it is hard to decide which eenperdag to use. So sometimes, like today, I will post the outtakes here.


Our 8 inches of snow.




At the dog park.

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green is keen

"Green is Keen" is what my old Kermit THE Frog pin said, and which, if I knew where it was, I'd be wearing today. Top of the morning to all you.

Here, enjoy this (courtesy of JAMcS the younger):




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overheard in north platte

"We generally have soy unless we run out."

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R.I.P.

My little red honda (1991-2008), only 17 years old, met her match in a sideswipe and an insurance assessment last week. Surviving drivers include: RPD, HDL, a crazy, catalytic-converter-detaching ex-priest, and myself. Memorials may be sent in lieu of flowers to Barack Obama's campaign. The picture above was taken in her last days, on one of her many trips following the Platte river from North Platte to Lincoln, Nebraska. She wasn't a girl who made life easy for anyone, yet everyone who knew her was glad s/he did. Let it be said that my little red honda drove like a race car, sounded like one, and, in the end, died like one. She did nothing without panache. Goodbye, girlfriend. I'll miss you.

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test drive

Taking a bite out of JR's bagel, I took a Honda Fit out for a test drive yesterday. It was all right. It (like every other car I've ever driven, actually) can't compare to my current Honda for good-time driving, and the thing is so small that every bit of it is pretty much all in your face. Also, the car lot man insisted on going with me, and he was 6'3" (he told me), had a pretty severe limp, and looked rather uncomfortable squished into the car, which wasn't probably the best advertising. But that said, it's got ok pick-up, it'd fit me and my dog, and it'd be easy to put in small spaces. Plus maybe I could get one in this color:



I almost got out of the dealership w/o the hard-sell--but then 6'3" man's boss came over to do what needed to be done. We agreed to disagree and I'm still driving my trusty '91 civic. Maybe next time, manager man, maybe next time.

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shit, drie per dag

I like Mr. Obama as much as the next young liberal lassie out there, but why his staff has not gotten Bob the Builder to endorse him, I cannot understand.



WWBTBS?
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[p.s. If you google Bob the Builder and Barack Obama, you will quickly discover that I am not the first to notice the similarity.]

sweet

I figured out how to stick it in. Over there, on the right. see?

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Een Per Dag

I am now participating in this one-picture-a-day blog.
We'll see how long I can keep it up. I hope a while, as it is pretty fun to be carrying my camera around again.
I might try to figure out how to post my one picture a day here too. Or maybe I'll just do it the old way.

Here is my picture from yesterday:


It is some dead paperwhites in my window-sill. When they are alive, their blooms stink and I don't like them. But they take on an interesting shape and hue when they are dead, and don't stink.

And here is the picture for today:


These are some old tile bits that have been out in the parking lot near my office for a while now. Bon voyage, tile bits.

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why i will from now on groom my own puppy

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yip yip yip yip uh huh uh huh

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the best thing I have seen in a long time

The easiest way to clean your computer screen.

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lambs for school

As some of you may know, I once saved a lamb from drowning. It was epic. You, instead of wading into the Atlantic to grab one, can help educate a Burkinabe girl by buying her one. Pretty unrelated, except that both involve sheep and Africa. Read on:

A description of the program from my sister, who spent 3 years in Burkina Faso (and so knows):

"This organization [Education for 900 Rural Girls in Burkina Faso] buys a young girl a lamb and pays for the first year of school materials. The girl raises the lamb, sells the sheep, and uses that money for her school supplies the following year. The support goes to girls whose parents would/could not otherwise pay to educate them. I think it is really creative, makes sense in the local context, and seems to work! This organization has entered into a fundraising contest, wherein the organization that gets the most INDIVIDUAL donations will receive $50 000.

"I am going to donate the minimum, $10. I know you have already done your donating for the year, but I thought you might consider this! The details are below."

And here are the details, from the manager of the project:

"... [The Lambs for School Project, supported by Friends of Burkina Faso, (FBF)] pay a young girl's school fees for her 1st year of primary school and provide her family with funds (roughly $45) to buy a lamb to raise and use as an income source to support the young girl's subsequent years of primary, middle and senior high school education. Burkina Faso ranks 176 out of 177 on the Human Development Index (2nd only to Sierra Leone) and the adult literacy rate among women is ~15%. Sobering facts indeed but our project has been doing its part to provide an education for many young girls since 2002. To date, we have supported 1200 young girls to get a primary and middle school education and they have done well! We hope to support 900 more with your help!

"FBF is participating in [the] America's Giving Challenge, funded by the Case Foundation (aka Steve Case [of AOL/Time Warner fame]). If we are among the top 4 international charities to generate the highest number of unique/individual donors (not the most amount of money nor the greatest number of donations in total), we will win $50,000 for the Lambs For School Project. Our overall funding goal is $72,000 (to support 13 years of education for each of 900 girls: that's $80 per girl for 13 years of schooling). Winning the $50,000 would get us very close to reaching our goal in a matter of weeks instead of years!

"[We have been rising in the running and as of a few days ago, were in 5th place.] We need at least 125 individual donations (of $10 each) to ensure that we'll be in at least 4th place on January 31 when the contest ends...

"... I know that there are many causes as worthwhile as ours--but if each of you donates $10 today, you stand to have a 5000% return on your investment. $10 from each of you means $50,000 for 13 years of education of 900 girls. That is one awesome way to stretch your money!

"The competition ends on January 31 (just [9] days away!) To donate, please go to the Friends of Burkina Faso web site ( http://fbf.tamu.edu/) On the opening page, you will see links to donating to this project.

"To learn more about the Lambs for School project, please read our most recent edition (page 10) of our organizational newsletter, the Burkina Connection , available on our web site. ...

"Thanks in advance for your help--your support will mean a lot to the young girls in northern Burkina for whom your, and our, support will provide the only opportunity they will have at an education.

That's it, back to me. Here is the direct weblink for donating: http://givingchallenge.globalgiving.com/dy/registry/ag.html?cmd=prevfund&regid=683&RF=fundraiserwidget683. Off you go, ye lads and lassies.

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and a slight chance of fedora

This morning, I woke up, stepped outside to water the pet, saw that overnight my street had received a very slight dusting of snow, and this:

It snowed a hat.

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power suck

This chart, from the Standby Power Home Page, shows the watts that plugged-in-but-turned off appliances eat up.


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a mixed bag, yes and no, part and parcel

I took care of some business today--more work on that project and backed up my computer for the first time in about 11 months. And intervened in a domestic dispute next door. All three, exhausting, the last quite upsetting. Even though tomorrow is Monday, not typically my best day o' the week, love o' my life, pick o' the litter, I won't be sorry to say goodbye to today.

bye bye,

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hiatus

After a 3.5 year law-school lacuna, I have returned to a project started in the fall of 2003. There are others, I'm sure, but this one had the most done and took up the most mental and physical space. It will be good to get it done. I hope to have it done by the end of the week. But right now it's time to drink a Shiner Bock.

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