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I'm having Golden Temple Crunchy Corn Muffins and a positive affirmation.

Because nothing matters more than my own joy and the joy of others. I choose my joy, and you choose yours. Just let me know if I'm hurting you somehow and I'll quit.

I choose honesty. Unembellished. Other things I might choose to embellish. I choose to share. Because connection is what my life's about.

Connection and crunchy corn muffins.

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“I used to always have a pretty high, little clear voice, but as I got older, I got a little cornbread in it.”
Wilson Pickett
shy_smiley said…
BPR: how'd you find me? I haven't posted consistently in months and suddenly I get a comment from someone's whose own blog looks muy interesante. I'll keep posting. Will you keep reading?

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wotd: temporize

temporize \TEM-puh-ryz\, intransitive verb:
1. To be indecisive or evasive in order to gain time or delay action.
2. To comply with the time or occasion; to yield to prevailing opinion or circumstances.
3. To engage in discussions or negotiations so as to gain time (usually followed by 'with').
4. To come to terms (usually followed by 'with').

It's easy to tell yourself that you'll write a daily blog entry using the word of the day from dictionary(dot)com as a prompt, and equally easy to temporize your daily entry by waffling over what to write about, or evading your obligation by procrastination. There. Bedtime.

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Sometimes I dream of operating a food truck specializing in gourmet wok-popped popcorn.

40 observations on the eve before my 40th birthday

Indulge me! In no particular order:

1. I love making pinatas. I've made a pinata for Jack's birthday for the last five years. The Death Star, a jellyfish from Spongebob, Patrick Star from Spongebob, Plankton from Spongebob, and just this year King Pig from Angry Birds. I've been commissioned by a friend to produce another Angry Birds Pig pinata for her son's birthday. I'm gonna do it.

2. Right now three of my ten fingers hurt when I type. I don't bite my nails (unless one is already broken) but I do pick and pull at my cuticles. I've developed acute paronychia, a bacterial infection, at those three finger tips. The one that hurts the most is my right thumb. Space bar hell. I've done this to myself since childhood. When I'm pulling and nipping at a hangnail, I know it's going to hurt but I go ahead and do it anyway.

3. I consider myself substantial: in body and in mind. I am robust. I have zeal. I just don't have any confidence.

4. My brain stop…