tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90897432491036953482024-03-18T09:50:51.792-04:00Realizing ZenML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.comBlogger5279125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-33882528850364261562024-03-18T00:00:00.001-04:002024-03-18T00:00:00.134-04:00Patience<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituTbscMD2rBcqOaCuU-VuXcbOrKnys1TFjbSaeAFEie1d_K_N-n3FmUFXU-ETTN36_Gr1N-l7k7r-oSIDiQ-BnYVwhf36XXuHTEcLG29TJfzBwhJBtcfM84sk_CEPCb6esRAX-TKfphNlyc0oslkrdihNIvdSrkMPnURgMePADSFCiT7p8o7BdWuC/s4032/IMG_5050.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituTbscMD2rBcqOaCuU-VuXcbOrKnys1TFjbSaeAFEie1d_K_N-n3FmUFXU-ETTN36_Gr1N-l7k7r-oSIDiQ-BnYVwhf36XXuHTEcLG29TJfzBwhJBtcfM84sk_CEPCb6esRAX-TKfphNlyc0oslkrdihNIvdSrkMPnURgMePADSFCiT7p8o7BdWuC/w200-h150/IMG_5050.HEIC" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjKl7TwgUeXWpvTvoO-GQWMXp0cE6_Si_hkr2h3PrsSijnvXIRBESh3s7gy0XW3YKeG3bG4Us-NlyGe-VTmyvDzBS4aekl4EiVLEBpcPU3W0ML4h_LdT0pDPLJpA-TRqz9ppOuFPiG_vq0t4z10vP5Un-TrW4ImAM-zbvQZNUsr7kJ8SFRGqFyssU/s4032/IMG_5051.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjKl7TwgUeXWpvTvoO-GQWMXp0cE6_Si_hkr2h3PrsSijnvXIRBESh3s7gy0XW3YKeG3bG4Us-NlyGe-VTmyvDzBS4aekl4EiVLEBpcPU3W0ML4h_LdT0pDPLJpA-TRqz9ppOuFPiG_vq0t4z10vP5Un-TrW4ImAM-zbvQZNUsr7kJ8SFRGqFyssU/w200-h150/IMG_5051.HEIC" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-ZMv9QWRwXrOmdMmT7JlA1Jlcb2H8GUIzwn8jOf7w7IfA2jbRjgAhmDG8EAn6CgFlv6pFeAS_OqN1UX7fOahZfBzTtsoOr8KM4zI0m-_YbUnQeaIe9RJXtGIAuugKx8Op7hP5kE231WRSQk9uDnn8ddkhbJDtN6vCue7BEC3AQMUjlaYy95_L6YE/s4032/IMG_5049.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-ZMv9QWRwXrOmdMmT7JlA1Jlcb2H8GUIzwn8jOf7w7IfA2jbRjgAhmDG8EAn6CgFlv6pFeAS_OqN1UX7fOahZfBzTtsoOr8KM4zI0m-_YbUnQeaIe9RJXtGIAuugKx8Op7hP5kE231WRSQk9uDnn8ddkhbJDtN6vCue7BEC3AQMUjlaYy95_L6YE/w150-h200/IMG_5049.HEIC" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWyC1gH2hgLIuFPYsdAGbQ3o4B2V-UV0oHggM3eb6z6RcxNDQiDmWyt807vJH1smhe2pyt-LZX8SGLLjo2dGSe1459EKxak_YlrFi3gzjfk5UQtxFTVracszwdy-1RmyFNKwhKSvatGi0CL7ChQOHQcKWODMhvPCR4Z1cYQAadbTIF0EBk2hYsZvT/s4032/IMG_5046.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWyC1gH2hgLIuFPYsdAGbQ3o4B2V-UV0oHggM3eb6z6RcxNDQiDmWyt807vJH1smhe2pyt-LZX8SGLLjo2dGSe1459EKxak_YlrFi3gzjfk5UQtxFTVracszwdy-1RmyFNKwhKSvatGi0CL7ChQOHQcKWODMhvPCR4Z1cYQAadbTIF0EBk2hYsZvT/w200-h150/IMG_5046.HEIC" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lMKIbgSht6JtT4_u1W6Rf0IoDqZNDMoOlt27GshSNe7m2HJTA0DZt2l3LYCQEKhgLwrPm0TDup1s3ZZyyEmj4bHmepf5GOmhm-_PdYjJfyzMDGmsKSuu9ej7DyBaQyB3PTbiuzluuvJT5hFgwBct-SBrAUKPMtb96B8uNSkYD787soL-pmLNDS6p/s4032/IMG_5043.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lMKIbgSht6JtT4_u1W6Rf0IoDqZNDMoOlt27GshSNe7m2HJTA0DZt2l3LYCQEKhgLwrPm0TDup1s3ZZyyEmj4bHmepf5GOmhm-_PdYjJfyzMDGmsKSuu9ej7DyBaQyB3PTbiuzluuvJT5hFgwBct-SBrAUKPMtb96B8uNSkYD787soL-pmLNDS6p/w200-h150/IMG_5043.HEIC" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJfygOHDido3vV_son0XoHudyRKkz-JjnogGFyWMeBf7OjE4pLKVY1dgOpT3s7DftsIVNbO5VAjDlBMkcYu3DkpXXvyhqg1CvxABcDpf5sfzlJeBJeWTQWKL3ezcLuwnr5URarsS7CJ-arKC2RnW6Dy5FcinsL3SGIQMRL1sbkCxvefp6TH-Kdzz7/s4032/IMG_5044.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJfygOHDido3vV_son0XoHudyRKkz-JjnogGFyWMeBf7OjE4pLKVY1dgOpT3s7DftsIVNbO5VAjDlBMkcYu3DkpXXvyhqg1CvxABcDpf5sfzlJeBJeWTQWKL3ezcLuwnr5URarsS7CJ-arKC2RnW6Dy5FcinsL3SGIQMRL1sbkCxvefp6TH-Kdzz7/w400-h300/IMG_5044.HEIC" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Life is simple. Everything happens for you, not to you. Everything happens at exactly the right moment, neither too soon nor too late. You don't have to like it... it's just easier if you do.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Byron Katie</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I love the idea of things happening for me rather than to me. I have shared this idea with others. I tell them that it works for me think that way unless I am stuck in traffic or with bad drivers. Then I just get annoyed.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I'm not sure why. Unless I'm headed home, I'm probably not in a big hurry to get where I'm going, anyway.</span></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-82076679573385175812024-03-17T00:00:00.002-04:002024-03-17T00:00:00.135-04:00Dancers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhJ_yPkyB7Pc2bIpT6V7XJq6xL7teTzh_I3qWM2adEbtW_bMyg_qw7ZRcRYdfZoWDd9sfAnwLYEe-LEfb8Gu7lX5DyTRPnM-AgCdUtGLiTXE4mSCI2t6_0xyjEW-VN4kU0S5vD5wBr5U/s1600/2018-04-29+14.19.21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhJ_yPkyB7Pc2bIpT6V7XJq6xL7teTzh_I3qWM2adEbtW_bMyg_qw7ZRcRYdfZoWDd9sfAnwLYEe-LEfb8Gu7lX5DyTRPnM-AgCdUtGLiTXE4mSCI2t6_0xyjEW-VN4kU0S5vD5wBr5U/s400/2018-04-29+14.19.21.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dancing is the poetry of the foot.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ John Dryden</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Some dances are like a haiku - short and to the point. Others are like a sestina or chant royal - longer and more complex.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And the ones that are like a limerick... well, maybe don't do those in public.</span></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-29801095090037601302024-03-16T00:00:00.001-04:002024-03-16T00:00:00.145-04:00Pupoet<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJxpXXK0Jyv5l_iZUE2Vpv_7Q0a65hp6pweB8bzHSfP_R7R_bADA41NBv0SgDGmjIA9HrV9IHsVEUbc49DB4ga0OkEhGnlPkE-KRFmIE1yyu6L3B1twpLzYulXdOz0Dw7lkLcR_HzXYOatS_4Md0l94Q-aHHjb3uYDsXhA7DIX6DxGZQ8K9CDBIjf_q0/s4032/IMG_4562.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJxpXXK0Jyv5l_iZUE2Vpv_7Q0a65hp6pweB8bzHSfP_R7R_bADA41NBv0SgDGmjIA9HrV9IHsVEUbc49DB4ga0OkEhGnlPkE-KRFmIE1yyu6L3B1twpLzYulXdOz0Dw7lkLcR_HzXYOatS_4Md0l94Q-aHHjb3uYDsXhA7DIX6DxGZQ8K9CDBIjf_q0/w300-h400/IMG_4562.HEIC" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not everyone who drinks is a poet. Some of us drink because we're not poets.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Dudley Moore</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">If Lily were a poet, I think she would write mainly odes. Ode to a Treat; Ode to a Hike: Ode to Belly Rubs. But if she drank, I bet she could write a good limerick, too.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">There was a young puppy from town</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Who followed nice people around.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">She'd wag her sweet tail</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And then without fail</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Would flop belly up on the ground.</span></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-34863451028745441882024-03-15T00:00:00.000-04:002024-03-15T00:00:00.245-04:00Love<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSyTfWnLY9CEzHv8GuictL-HR-zRS8iPihaqZPrJasD3DthrS9FEtyXJn5-xVHPCw3IKAjmTD75iGcDG7i8K3GivZiFc6n70CWVpb-khyphenhyphenwYamnDXKxIXtT1qJ8Elg01SWNOYlaB5sWmX2r6E7MYTFKlNMT44gwh_4e3c7V9J_5Eyl7aXl5tFjhSzQVJ5k/s4032/B2872BE8-4C68-4089-A85C-1532939B5654.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSyTfWnLY9CEzHv8GuictL-HR-zRS8iPihaqZPrJasD3DthrS9FEtyXJn5-xVHPCw3IKAjmTD75iGcDG7i8K3GivZiFc6n70CWVpb-khyphenhyphenwYamnDXKxIXtT1qJ8Elg01SWNOYlaB5sWmX2r6E7MYTFKlNMT44gwh_4e3c7V9J_5Eyl7aXl5tFjhSzQVJ5k/w300-h400/B2872BE8-4C68-4089-A85C-1532939B5654.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what's going to happen. It's one of the most beautiful things in life, but it's one of the most terrifying.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Ariana Grande</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've heard it said that in every relationship one loves more than the other. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">(pause)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes you can tell which one is which.</span></div><br /> <p></p>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-67256730954409679142024-03-14T00:00:00.001-04:002024-03-14T00:00:00.279-04:00Road<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGeRXhprNlcS-TZ0hHtfrKJYXHXWHiNV5gPyvYw4hujMh16JWbeQN7TH9Kwkmbnf-G60kWvMtUiQavMorWUnf3ri6czBR_o3loO2jCJxvTS704_KLRZkJEzQBh-I3p26h9dMo5nBS9lctuSDIKdKtRsyZQ8Yxf9pwpOW0ZKPHFCXmDDxd42bUl1bw0lA/s3443/540CA995-DE48-4A2B-894F-E8FA8935DEBA.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2578" data-original-width="3443" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGeRXhprNlcS-TZ0hHtfrKJYXHXWHiNV5gPyvYw4hujMh16JWbeQN7TH9Kwkmbnf-G60kWvMtUiQavMorWUnf3ri6czBR_o3loO2jCJxvTS704_KLRZkJEzQBh-I3p26h9dMo5nBS9lctuSDIKdKtRsyZQ8Yxf9pwpOW0ZKPHFCXmDDxd42bUl1bw0lA/w400-h300/540CA995-DE48-4A2B-894F-E8FA8935DEBA.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Take me home</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Country roads</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To the place</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I belong</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert, & John Denver</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Roads don't always take us where we expect. Sometimes we think certain others are going to stay on the journey with us. However, some people just don't belong on the road with you. Sometimes they are in there and you have to navigate around them. Remember to trust them when they show you who they are and find relief in that. You don't have to listen to them or be obliged to them or cover up for them when they mess up. They messed up their relationship with you. Let them be.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And if they aren't on the road with you, also remember that it's one less person you have to share your roadtrip snacks with.</span></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-31768904180566554322024-03-13T00:00:00.001-04:002024-03-13T00:00:00.264-04:00Michelle<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAO85tvmGLaH4aBMVtEFcinlzSd_CNr0TKnOkqkWjwsqc25H7CjcfwJwEYd5of3eFDV_qwd8u8Z1isMaJZVXRdvuoitbkv43-qTXGuDOPjRS0Rd44NNVJ-QQQXcgjApsVvfvWBZoqQePO2tVN_gjWQhDxOq7pQFOGpuxiNPGC2_oqiKo43gqpkK17W=s2068" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="2068" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAO85tvmGLaH4aBMVtEFcinlzSd_CNr0TKnOkqkWjwsqc25H7CjcfwJwEYd5of3eFDV_qwd8u8Z1isMaJZVXRdvuoitbkv43-qTXGuDOPjRS0Rd44NNVJ-QQQXcgjApsVvfvWBZoqQePO2tVN_gjWQhDxOq7pQFOGpuxiNPGC2_oqiKo43gqpkK17W=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I learned a long time ago that the wisest thing I can do is be on my own side.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Maya Angelou</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">I sometimes wonder, if I am ever on a TV show, if the captioning might read "Indistinct chatter." for everything I say.<br /> </span><p></p>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-50013694321317503572024-03-12T00:00:00.001-04:002024-03-12T00:00:00.328-04:00Leader<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-doun39BgR7T5JuzFfbA0wevJsDz-q_baf6_McSlysrX1x6ecc65rPgsyDd-LkvKm7RoX_w5dftppqdtEfbnMyyqJPmvOgZyyVvZff42swMUXyRgDiSH1JsTA0FXF9VnAKrICwYwWsiXwd8Q7cg1qCxiX1TZZXCPEvL4zIQl-ytaUrZUFSdXVV-4PtIA/s2527/35162EE9-53DB-40D4-BEA8-4E7B27C20C72.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1890" data-original-width="2527" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-doun39BgR7T5JuzFfbA0wevJsDz-q_baf6_McSlysrX1x6ecc65rPgsyDd-LkvKm7RoX_w5dftppqdtEfbnMyyqJPmvOgZyyVvZff42swMUXyRgDiSH1JsTA0FXF9VnAKrICwYwWsiXwd8Q7cg1qCxiX1TZZXCPEvL4zIQl-ytaUrZUFSdXVV-4PtIA/w400-h299/35162EE9-53DB-40D4-BEA8-4E7B27C20C72.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A leader isn't someone who forces others to make them stronger; a leader is someone willing to give their strength to others so that they may have the strength to stand on their own.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Beth Revis</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - - </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">In the case of dogs, a leader is someone who is at the front.<br /> </span><p></p></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-65318587912224806882024-03-11T00:00:00.001-04:002024-03-11T00:00:00.311-04:00Jumping<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtPCmkYwnKr4HoTNd4Vi39klj62X85kBDaunZGh-PSyWXy7IYU8XsoOlQt2ojmFaHiEYg6CcND1VQrkjutBPMWETWCksRnckbFtso7vqAtvrVPIWSte5cg2dMzZ3QRhluam1ltaW9SN10V4qKHdyb8XaomKu0pginkAhnHj0PjW4018g7Ly_ycLYn/s2469/21C3AD5A-DAEE-4C5A-812F-CEF9AC59A404.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2468" data-original-width="2469" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtPCmkYwnKr4HoTNd4Vi39klj62X85kBDaunZGh-PSyWXy7IYU8XsoOlQt2ojmFaHiEYg6CcND1VQrkjutBPMWETWCksRnckbFtso7vqAtvrVPIWSte5cg2dMzZ3QRhluam1ltaW9SN10V4qKHdyb8XaomKu0pginkAhnHj0PjW4018g7Ly_ycLYn/w400-h400/21C3AD5A-DAEE-4C5A-812F-CEF9AC59A404.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Those who don't jump will never fly.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Leena Ahmad Almashat</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - - </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">They say sometimes you just have to jump in with both feet to do exciting things. Dogs jump in with all four feet which is why you might think they are twice as good as people. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">(pause)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">That's not true.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Dogs are way more than twice as good as people.<br /></span><p></p></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-42694287660671851672024-03-07T00:00:00.001-05:002024-03-07T00:00:00.132-05:00Ears<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmUe-eTjWx-TmQ4dzp9mGw8StZcbeEEpf0-iwo2a6SQheLN_2Mmj_OXo3jY1jcNewriHGjixFh-M0qlC3I9VGiabxoX9ntKqOsXM3lfR7Z0tokgMuHwaPQWu7VLskVS6FgkB80zHcFF5hTelvDrpC1Xct1xumcZhqCrgS4DAu8-Ss-1cSwn2aE98Q/s4032/IMG_6405.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmUe-eTjWx-TmQ4dzp9mGw8StZcbeEEpf0-iwo2a6SQheLN_2Mmj_OXo3jY1jcNewriHGjixFh-M0qlC3I9VGiabxoX9ntKqOsXM3lfR7Z0tokgMuHwaPQWu7VLskVS6FgkB80zHcFF5hTelvDrpC1Xct1xumcZhqCrgS4DAu8-Ss-1cSwn2aE98Q/w300-h400/IMG_6405.HEIC" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When the ears of the student are ready to hear, the cometh the lips to fill them with wisdom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Three Initiates</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I watched a show one time and it included a character named "Prozac" which I thought was a weird name for a character. Turns out it IS a weird name for a character since her name was actually "Rosa" and I just misheard.<br /> </span><p></p></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-9711230584026423042024-03-06T00:00:00.000-05:002024-03-06T00:00:00.159-05:00Learning<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZfPXwFLL6kbJdnZqSS8yblMr3cyUpZUHiLxSze90yBhKXDCIfc7Wv8mlDH_dDkHN8T6KF5Hj122LbCF7MU981wN451iDaKE76CtvFd3dBa6QjpeIVN6JrA2tDki1YKAhZGrAY0A8G1y51KeBSdmo82ndt6KhgddOD90g0BLPXK0eWWTewYfWiobutmw/s4032/E0EC469B-BF25-4803-8C68-4E77D3B8AA36.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZfPXwFLL6kbJdnZqSS8yblMr3cyUpZUHiLxSze90yBhKXDCIfc7Wv8mlDH_dDkHN8T6KF5Hj122LbCF7MU981wN451iDaKE76CtvFd3dBa6QjpeIVN6JrA2tDki1YKAhZGrAY0A8G1y51KeBSdmo82ndt6KhgddOD90g0BLPXK0eWWTewYfWiobutmw/w300-h400/E0EC469B-BF25-4803-8C68-4E77D3B8AA36.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She never returned to school, although the college counselor pushed competitive courses and applications on her, and learning was her drug of choice.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Tess Gunty</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">sadvising \s</span><span style="font-size: large;">əd-ˈvīz-ing\ (verb) the act of giving bad academic guidance </span></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-23144863888409624182024-03-05T00:00:00.001-05:002024-03-05T00:00:00.138-05:00Courage<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxpePZBqcGxtAQiTTrdzsZR6DKAz6evsRYwXyaL0kemA6O8aoq50v9oy-W5crXtOqXoaHMHEA9Nhi8pSWS_PV9_zmYILb8eq_ZrIOCgiDRpd0Z4uKEQwhWD4Vy5bQaThAzHR9xcMgAkfNXmE8S6BNQ7ejPJSao3j-ZNmnk3y8buCzoJIm-WdPcwve/s4032/FA536531-7857-4AE7-B059-5FE151B629E2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxpePZBqcGxtAQiTTrdzsZR6DKAz6evsRYwXyaL0kemA6O8aoq50v9oy-W5crXtOqXoaHMHEA9Nhi8pSWS_PV9_zmYILb8eq_ZrIOCgiDRpd0Z4uKEQwhWD4Vy5bQaThAzHR9xcMgAkfNXmE8S6BNQ7ejPJSao3j-ZNmnk3y8buCzoJIm-WdPcwve/w400-h300/FA536531-7857-4AE7-B059-5FE151B629E2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Life shrinks or expands in proportion with one's courage.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Anais Nin</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> You can't have courage without rage. Turns out you can't have a garage without rage, either. </span><p></p></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-66209592688543266012024-03-04T00:00:00.000-05:002024-03-04T00:00:00.134-05:00Cat<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAa21o9LZrQTa3K5i9XrPcPB-B-QkmdmjdqUaGuRSN2Sk4CWpx4sjojEG6m00rfw3Olv0wfb5poGBrXKH5Br9apzWr9HzdDhRAn45THxJk9KnqFWlb8lMCysZ7J0JV9CA3Yb9c7MaMwyeh96CNKXoAAhVvrOBlJoKmWYlgqOpARNxB2Eq7MGA1__R7UHU/s2559/4809F5EC-F35E-4651-B176-8C84EBA1FDBA.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2557" data-original-width="2559" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAa21o9LZrQTa3K5i9XrPcPB-B-QkmdmjdqUaGuRSN2Sk4CWpx4sjojEG6m00rfw3Olv0wfb5poGBrXKH5Br9apzWr9HzdDhRAn45THxJk9KnqFWlb8lMCysZ7J0JV9CA3Yb9c7MaMwyeh96CNKXoAAhVvrOBlJoKmWYlgqOpARNxB2Eq7MGA1__R7UHU/w400-h400/4809F5EC-F35E-4651-B176-8C84EBA1FDBA.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Confidence is not, "They will like me." Confidence instead is, "I'll be fine if they don't."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Christina Grimmie</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And for some cats confidence goes even further to mean, "I'd prefer that they didn't."<br /></span><p></p></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-71296546725851585822024-03-03T14:22:00.000-05:002024-03-03T14:22:51.269-05:00Anger<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sQwj9IWNe15uPd2izqkmXJjSilAZbfbRc4REcXmQVaQ_ZL9YDzzMsrvZJN2-Z8dzkUBcPlhE4d0PxvMPugERReUXd808eAc_O2uC9oHPqZ7ybQ_SLzQi_ACs_v64fnViD0uc4usKmtBRxsgNbs5BNPdJw4sYOWJWq5DCEcGSvCsMW98VdGeNHtrZLTs/s3644/FBED1A9E-7F31-406B-9575-F85A629671A9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2729" data-original-width="3644" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sQwj9IWNe15uPd2izqkmXJjSilAZbfbRc4REcXmQVaQ_ZL9YDzzMsrvZJN2-Z8dzkUBcPlhE4d0PxvMPugERReUXd808eAc_O2uC9oHPqZ7ybQ_SLzQi_ACs_v64fnViD0uc4usKmtBRxsgNbs5BNPdJw4sYOWJWq5DCEcGSvCsMW98VdGeNHtrZLTs/w400-h300/FBED1A9E-7F31-406B-9575-F85A629671A9.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Anger is a funny thing. And it does funny things to us if we keep it inside. I encourage you to consider a question: Who benefits, my dear, when you force yourself to not feel angry?" She tilted her head and looked at me so hard I thought she could see right into my bones. She raised her eyebrows. "Clearly not you."</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Kelly Barnhill</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - - </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I've seen anger in some people. Most of the time I didn't think it was very funny at all.<br /></span><p></p><div><br /></div></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-38034754466037568812024-03-02T01:00:00.001-05:002024-03-18T09:39:46.596-04:00Lizard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And there's nothing wrong with being a lizard, either. Unless you were born to be a hawk.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Leigh Bardugo</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Whether you were born to be a hawk or a lizard, you're probably not reading Leigh Bardugo's work.</span></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-90967788230908379972024-03-01T17:58:00.001-05:002024-03-01T17:58:00.147-05:00Sight<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOoYWIwRECkkE43xOOTv-za6tg3MIgoTLwIUxQ7RGMHtXmg3cQ5YffBe8Z2y4zdsV1ttgnHqdcDJoC9x8jtEZ-4s4WCAB2UwwoVmXaGg2IqqNg88g0F0YsO1S372b8PdJUPQz-QDEjvoziP5cLwiehW8qmPoh9TrvtXXlBBTSzbCD1wzt7OmdzviW/s2142/BC1F6DD0-A54E-4C55-971C-4567AC62CBF2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1606" data-original-width="2142" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOoYWIwRECkkE43xOOTv-za6tg3MIgoTLwIUxQ7RGMHtXmg3cQ5YffBe8Z2y4zdsV1ttgnHqdcDJoC9x8jtEZ-4s4WCAB2UwwoVmXaGg2IqqNg88g0F0YsO1S372b8PdJUPQz-QDEjvoziP5cLwiehW8qmPoh9TrvtXXlBBTSzbCD1wzt7OmdzviW/w400-h300/BC1F6DD0-A54E-4C55-971C-4567AC62CBF2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">With these hungry eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">One look at you, and I can't disguise</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've got hungry eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Eric Carmen</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I offered my friend Maureen a dollar to go into her next optometrist appointment and tell her doctor she's got "hungry eyes."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I don't think she'll do it, but if she does, that will be one of the best dollars I've ever spent.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-3698188812876414422024-02-29T00:00:00.002-05:002024-02-29T00:00:00.348-05:00Lights<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErq0hX_OS8oxYbs-SA3rISxhiFCQMAsR1w2AqfLfIB5ZBh58zIMJ9QMZlynph-Kf83D3tl3oqsakAyGHH5gN73Gd1W6TRfxQTeSLDR_NRz74wJXXRvL2HwTrGW0lZCtNcmCjIRyqE8oFrUlLe1-0dSU__xVgeeDGRczKr3FcCmH3azHbpNtSYPwvvUGw/s2730/498F7A0A-6068-4526-A6D1-1626244BCF7C.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2728" data-original-width="2730" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErq0hX_OS8oxYbs-SA3rISxhiFCQMAsR1w2AqfLfIB5ZBh58zIMJ9QMZlynph-Kf83D3tl3oqsakAyGHH5gN73Gd1W6TRfxQTeSLDR_NRz74wJXXRvL2HwTrGW0lZCtNcmCjIRyqE8oFrUlLe1-0dSU__xVgeeDGRczKr3FcCmH3azHbpNtSYPwvvUGw/w400-h400/498F7A0A-6068-4526-A6D1-1626244BCF7C.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">'Cause little sister don't miss when she aims her gun.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia by Bobby Russell</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love my brother very much, but if his spouse cheated on him, I would not hunt the person down and shoot them when Kirk was out of town. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span><p></p>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-49643329096956951702024-02-28T00:00:00.000-05:002024-02-28T00:00:00.459-05:00Truth<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAdzeaPbs5vnkqL6Gc7Oqslzc8xgrg5fYk_W61t21FyvFewmwzr7zzLtKeV5RbT9AD10x6GfvN1FJdV0FYbifvscZlXUJih38xtuFJl6dHZh0yRzrmF-qmWva9ykqP-zmODT_hPqAD7dITGXo_EHx7ChiiL_fce7PfD0sI5CnSa8MmEtM7jVhiXhK/s3495/2799D86F-BB99-4C51-A6E5-91574225E9E6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3495" data-original-width="2623" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAdzeaPbs5vnkqL6Gc7Oqslzc8xgrg5fYk_W61t21FyvFewmwzr7zzLtKeV5RbT9AD10x6GfvN1FJdV0FYbifvscZlXUJih38xtuFJl6dHZh0yRzrmF-qmWva9ykqP-zmODT_hPqAD7dITGXo_EHx7ChiiL_fce7PfD0sI5CnSa8MmEtM7jVhiXhK/w300-h400/2799D86F-BB99-4C51-A6E5-91574225E9E6.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You will come up short by telling tall tales.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Christine E. Szymanski</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -<br /></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: large;">Leslie: I liked your blog post today. It was actually true.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Me: All of my blog posts are true. (pause) ish.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Leslie: Yes, well, some are more true than others.</span></div></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-12795932208373842682024-02-27T09:27:00.000-05:002024-02-27T09:27:08.452-05:00Storefront<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVw6H_Bh6fNNGlKdR_4lFiUs1u6tGxxUCWEvofIl_4-BvO9J8lUoijv3B75FTJr-3iaWRRwt5YpfB1sGUCcXHAVQJhAqcD8dGtPMdpWtFt1kMJK_YZX-SVMNfcpY9uqlZVuLO32uM_5Zo/s2048/DSC_0737.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVw6H_Bh6fNNGlKdR_4lFiUs1u6tGxxUCWEvofIl_4-BvO9J8lUoijv3B75FTJr-3iaWRRwt5YpfB1sGUCcXHAVQJhAqcD8dGtPMdpWtFt1kMJK_YZX-SVMNfcpY9uqlZVuLO32uM_5Zo/w400-h400/DSC_0737.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I went window shopping today. I bought four windows.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Tommy Cooper</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The other day I saw the most ridiculous post on social media. It said that if you want to minimize your belongings, one thing to do is to go through your closet. Each item you pull out, you're supposed to ask yourself, "Would I buy this?" If the answer is NO, you get rid of the item.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">That's so stupid. If I did that, I would say NO to <i>everything </i>because I already have that stuff.</span></div></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-43537792442088081332024-02-26T00:00:00.001-05:002024-02-26T00:00:00.320-05:00Mad<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJQWBSpOkd4OnJfkhSgLDIC4YdVW2r4Ji3Qi3mocrCiFTAkz5SNtgZkaDjWQzORXpyfhPDOI3qGvHydq1PbIG7252e4krT82fnq2uBB4LKTFnALTsGHpABM3kKZGzriDopIFTXIpG6hFo0au2o_shjQk35qp1muAe_Zx-p1288mm1cgPGyFN_c210/s2814/F9C35112-D4A7-4DB2-80DE-339EBBC1F278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2109" data-original-width="2814" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJQWBSpOkd4OnJfkhSgLDIC4YdVW2r4Ji3Qi3mocrCiFTAkz5SNtgZkaDjWQzORXpyfhPDOI3qGvHydq1PbIG7252e4krT82fnq2uBB4LKTFnALTsGHpABM3kKZGzriDopIFTXIpG6hFo0au2o_shjQk35qp1muAe_Zx-p1288mm1cgPGyFN_c210/w400-h300/F9C35112-D4A7-4DB2-80DE-339EBBC1F278.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6egQcyQYykDyTKtBlb4YFZhnjA7s0yU5dV2NSIbeDFpplAd4saa_K-Yp2ukNxhxxmK3ExT0VgcvSFzngZPkngwonyVxXNrxmMWB4VHKyGQGOo3FIanXEZOvoZY6DPpAInpdP6qx29UMT5HtluyplakQ9nJ3VvhSglCn-qPLUOwpoU0kcKuRPWc8gs/s3024/24D7536E-D269-4C69-A102-03AA29D5AFBC.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2267" data-original-width="3024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6egQcyQYykDyTKtBlb4YFZhnjA7s0yU5dV2NSIbeDFpplAd4saa_K-Yp2ukNxhxxmK3ExT0VgcvSFzngZPkngwonyVxXNrxmMWB4VHKyGQGOo3FIanXEZOvoZY6DPpAInpdP6qx29UMT5HtluyplakQ9nJ3VvhSglCn-qPLUOwpoU0kcKuRPWc8gs/w400-h300/24D7536E-D269-4C69-A102-03AA29D5AFBC.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">All mathematicians are mad, as you know.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Elly Griffiths</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe, but not all mathematicians are mad all the time. This mathematician looks pretty happy. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">(pause)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I mean Maureen, not Puppa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">(pause)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, they both look pretty happy. I just mean that Lily isn't a mathematician.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">(pause)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, she does know the concept of "more" so maybe I'm wrong.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bwaa ha ha ha ha ha. No. gasp. No, I'm not wrong. Can't believe I even typed that.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span><p></p>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-43482200154823026632024-02-25T00:00:00.001-05:002024-02-25T00:00:00.155-05:00Pole<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEUqgvsl0skLEQmezUzeqO_C66C_1dnp7fXZNcQKRrK967X07DYAJ_E0Bbtd_gFfoxqbTdqldjXHnu7RvydiD0xMFP8-Fs-rmOOKhZ4yaxgX5fkwwbKJj-nz2IGwWIEjsznGt0WkaFl5hyphenhyphenFjz4VTqFgZWQy7Z1fPKWoNQxbCH06_G6AaxKlNqVA9tDA04/s4032/F83B214A-C456-448D-B397-7946741F8066.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEUqgvsl0skLEQmezUzeqO_C66C_1dnp7fXZNcQKRrK967X07DYAJ_E0Bbtd_gFfoxqbTdqldjXHnu7RvydiD0xMFP8-Fs-rmOOKhZ4yaxgX5fkwwbKJj-nz2IGwWIEjsznGt0WkaFl5hyphenhyphenFjz4VTqFgZWQy7Z1fPKWoNQxbCH06_G6AaxKlNqVA9tDA04/w300-h400/F83B214A-C456-448D-B397-7946741F8066.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A well developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ William Arthur Ward</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">If you find out that the tightrope of life you are walking is actually a power line... Well, suffice to say transformers can transform us in a shocking variety of ways. <br /> </span><p></p></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-31320792987701664062024-02-24T00:00:00.001-05:002024-02-24T00:00:00.143-05:00Exhaustion<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBKbkbWDMkO5MpkTuX7S2UpjlEOZWomUaerCO1weY_4fdlW9_q78ORiJTDZA0vlxyeOEduv6uPGmfuYo6w3sXi-iujHU7yX26jDyTWbZny2arcCYwyNVpABgLcJPMYAKwulTfn5Cu7-6ftUxNBe9j7W-k2mJi9khTJ9GJnt7r0h4lGpjIaivh0h_UBoU/s4032/324363BD-3290-4870-AE2E-F0B24D247828.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBKbkbWDMkO5MpkTuX7S2UpjlEOZWomUaerCO1weY_4fdlW9_q78ORiJTDZA0vlxyeOEduv6uPGmfuYo6w3sXi-iujHU7yX26jDyTWbZny2arcCYwyNVpABgLcJPMYAKwulTfn5Cu7-6ftUxNBe9j7W-k2mJi9khTJ9GJnt7r0h4lGpjIaivh0h_UBoU/w300-h400/324363BD-3290-4870-AE2E-F0B24D247828.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Thomas Carlyle</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Grandmothers are prone to exhaustion because they are living moments with their grandchildren while often reliving moments with their children at the same time. Both are adventures requiring a lot of energy, but worth it.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Unless your children or grandchildren are horrible. But if that is the case, the grandmother made have had a little something to do with it.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><p></p></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-64617504895954477882024-02-23T00:00:00.003-05:002024-02-23T00:00:00.153-05:00Famous<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajjIwQklRX_oks-KdBQQ_VAnCNIYRi68zGzk-o31iAhOE4qDr_IWgjryOuB-S8NYtFvggmFM4FXEmMMmB08JeQgjfLw_gVq7Tw2A0zSEPI9QGfKnEY_V7shyphenhyphenJN8K4Oz11W3HB-IlYpr_j3eBsh9oRfMjaGUAUU6ReC_xpFja20-xJBCCD3KQJOEJEYjo/s995/IMG_4724_VSCO_VSCO.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="995" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajjIwQklRX_oks-KdBQQ_VAnCNIYRi68zGzk-o31iAhOE4qDr_IWgjryOuB-S8NYtFvggmFM4FXEmMMmB08JeQgjfLw_gVq7Tw2A0zSEPI9QGfKnEY_V7shyphenhyphenJN8K4Oz11W3HB-IlYpr_j3eBsh9oRfMjaGUAUU6ReC_xpFja20-xJBCCD3KQJOEJEYjo/w400-h300/IMG_4724_VSCO_VSCO.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm more interested in being good than being famous.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Annie Liebovitz</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> I like to visit cemeteries. I especially like seeing the resting places of famous people. </span><p></p></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-64489538966282774692024-02-22T00:00:00.002-05:002024-02-22T00:00:00.133-05:00Yard<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvmJsl76ZfHO6uHAfcGTvcQNX4-RA_dUEhUFQtRoY2Df7MsJRNewZRL1fwCLtEhF-ZJqLPQsP8b_6i-e6D83lqxvXqByfI32gnpXD27xB-JKPkuewxkPI0MTYOfdqosC7HwE-DH7ziLGpggBVoybI-q9YsSMtgAHUOG7gv8s4KN-ju0ygK_XVabULDoM/s3024/1FFCE69E-86BA-4E56-8DE1-EFC1BB31B891.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2267" data-original-width="3024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvmJsl76ZfHO6uHAfcGTvcQNX4-RA_dUEhUFQtRoY2Df7MsJRNewZRL1fwCLtEhF-ZJqLPQsP8b_6i-e6D83lqxvXqByfI32gnpXD27xB-JKPkuewxkPI0MTYOfdqosC7HwE-DH7ziLGpggBVoybI-q9YsSMtgAHUOG7gv8s4KN-ju0ygK_XVabULDoM/w400-h300/1FFCE69E-86BA-4E56-8DE1-EFC1BB31B891.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Novels are not about expressing yourself, they're about something beautiful, funny, clever, and organic. Self-expression? Go and ring a bell in a yard if you want to express yourself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Zadie Smith</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">The British call their yards gardens. The Scottish call their yards if there has been a murder.<br /></span><p></p>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-14062630239989173112024-02-21T00:00:00.000-05:002024-02-21T00:00:00.152-05:00Heron<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UvpQZZTdx_HLuZX4daP2nNu7Ut7GShZQ-vOU1-fGaQ663MJFqiMY0B1jvblsUDrsNymHhpEYxx7DGg1DrdB-FOLIUSqu34q9NfohrO8exLnBiA-uJdsRcBobfAf0A_YBH6GZHLc6D1s/s6000/DSC_0391.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UvpQZZTdx_HLuZX4daP2nNu7Ut7GShZQ-vOU1-fGaQ663MJFqiMY0B1jvblsUDrsNymHhpEYxx7DGg1DrdB-FOLIUSqu34q9NfohrO8exLnBiA-uJdsRcBobfAf0A_YBH6GZHLc6D1s/w400-h267/DSC_0391.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You are the hero of your own story.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Joseph Campbell</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Or, if you identify as a woman, be the heron of your own story.</span><p></p></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">(pause)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Or, if you're a heron - regardless of gender.</span></div>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089743249103695348.post-72356461433346966892024-02-19T00:00:00.001-05:002024-02-19T00:00:00.157-05:00Fiction<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCdjEH-LlOu40-tkuPINLBNXI04MuSp4MvrVTD5qzXSTymEAo3_HSzyHVsBrrmuGHQbwOlBcrsk2k9PaIuDG1RuG7Ak7Ch7WTHfR21B5D-LpFzINIJ80IX_JhSVIG6gVh4hnbV8mrV-YGVB3oVZlEg28Sk69jGweme-O9yib0NcjVfYUdidmyjHf6UDg/s4032/IMG_5905%20copy.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCdjEH-LlOu40-tkuPINLBNXI04MuSp4MvrVTD5qzXSTymEAo3_HSzyHVsBrrmuGHQbwOlBcrsk2k9PaIuDG1RuG7Ak7Ch7WTHfR21B5D-LpFzINIJ80IX_JhSVIG6gVh4hnbV8mrV-YGVB3oVZlEg28Sk69jGweme-O9yib0NcjVfYUdidmyjHf6UDg/w400-h300/IMG_5905%20copy.HEIC" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reading fiction is often an act of empathy, as is writing it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Julie Buxbaum</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">- - - - -</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">As is living with a writer.</span></div><p></p>ML Boettcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03572151996610987856noreply@blogger.com0