Archive | February 2012


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Originally posted on Individual Empowerment:

Welcome to the “500 Blog-Raiser Challenge”!

Hello. I am an artist, author and human rights advocate in San Diego, CA and I need YOUR WORDS. My book, I Am More Than Just a Girl, is to encourage girls and young women to make healthy decisions that will empower them to have a life filled with confidence, the ability to defend themselves both with words and actions and a compassionate acceptance of others. This book means a lot to me and is part of a project I have been working on since my teenage years.

With your help on this blog-raiser, young girls and parents can learn about the book and read it for free online. You will not be asked to give any money to join this challenge or read the book.

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RIP Davy Jones

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Perfect blog post for today. There are childhood memories with my brother and sister hidden in there somewhere. If you haven’t taken the time to check out The Middlest Sister yet, you’ve been officially warned – completely addicting!


PS – You can read more here.

The Middlest Sister | Ramblings of a Misguided Blonde

Originally posted on The Middlest Sister:

I have eaten crowsicle. Typically when we went sledding, we dragged our sleds down to the elementary school or to the big hill behind the library. One day, I was feeling a bit too lazy to make the hike, so I suggested to my sisters that we try sledding down the slope of the beach at the lake. It was much, much closer to our house and I thought it would be amazing to go flying over the ice on the lake. Even though it had been a bit warmer lately, I thought the shallow waters of the lake must surely still be frozen. I know– that makes no sense. Well, I was 9.

The girls peer down the sloping shoreline of Long Lake.

"I don't think it's frozen anymore..."

"It looks frozen..."

"It's not."

"It's still winter, isn't it? Of course it's still frozen."

"Whee! That's what you say when you're having fun. You refer to yourself and some other people. "– Mitch Hedberg

Nicki celebrates her short-lived victory

CRACK! I will never forget that chilling noise.

"I am right! You are wrong! You are the freezingest thing of all!"

Seriously, it doesn't even rhyme.

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I know there is a post of my own in here somewhere. In the meantime, enjoy. Very inspiring and exactly what I needed to hear right now.

Originally posted on Nina Badzin's Blog:

Since my mom has always been passionate about her jobs and her hobbies, it’s fitting that she agreed to write a post for my blog’s hobbies and habits series.

When I think of my parents, I see the theater, the symphony, and their love of art from modern to tribal. (There’s a six foot-tall giraffe in my parents’ entryway and scary masks in the family room). I see their many excursions, trips you’d never find me on like observing the polar bear migration in Manitoba. I also think of the many greyhounds they’ve saved. And then there’s the activities they each pursue alone, too many to list here.

Instead of having my mom discuss her many hobbies, however, I asked her to address the issue of knowing what you want to “be when you grow up.” I know parents who want something in addition to raising their kids, or people…

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Wow. I do not even know where to begin with this one. Angie Z. strikes again. Come for the fight between Cabbage Patch Kid and Care Bear – my money’s on the Cabbage Patch Kid – stay for the cherry chapstick. If you haven’t discovered Childhood Relived yet … Go. Now.

Originally posted on Childhood Relived:

Last week, while perusing The Marcia Archives, I made an amazing, life-altering discovery.


My children are ages four and two.  So, knowing it would be highly unethical to read my children’s private mail, not to mention a betrayal to the intentions of 1982-Angie, I decided I would refrain from tearing open the envelope with the sole purpose of exploiting its contents.

Instead, I called on an episode of Kate & Allie and used my steam iron.

As expected, within the envelope was a letter from 1982-Angie.  Much like Nostradamus’ eerie prediction that we would grow fins and live in underwater suburbs by the 21st Century, 1982-Angie’s prophetic words will astound you.

Thus, I’m sharing this letter today in hopes that you will learn from this voice of the past.

Dear Rosebush, Unicorna, Blinky, Rubik and Farrah,

Oh, my children.  I love you more than the fruit-flavored jelly-simulated substance inside…

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Great post! Pass the popcorn … please.

Originally posted on The Naked Envelope:

On the weekend I popped my ‘going to the movies alone’ cherry and I liked it.

A friend bailed on me Friday night and I still really wanted to go to the movies. I was also desperate to see Hugo 3D which I knew none of my buddies were particularly keen to see (despite the fact it’s wonderful!). So I went on a little self-date and would have totally pashed myself on the doorstep when we said goodnight. (Except that it was just me so that wasn’t possible. Shame. #foreveralone)

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