Thursday, September 13, 2007
About Me
- Name: jm
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
17 Comments:
Good Morning!
The pictures you put on your site are wonderful. Thank you.
Hahaha Eddie and Simone! I do enjoy Bantams. Their abode is just adorable. You know these are some special banties who can leave a pot of pansies alone.....roost in peace.
What a cute couple. :o)
Thanks for he nod, lynda!
You know these are some special banties who can leave a pot of pansies alone.....roost in peace.
Could we find one to run for president?
Could we find one to run for president
ooooh Simone de Barnyard, catchy...
course the chicken in every pot slogan would have to be abandoned.
Oh how funny!!!
course the chicken in every pot slogan would have to be abandoned.
LOL!!
"Roost in peace". Now that's catchy.
If things keep up, we might all have to pare down and live like Eddie and Simone, although they look quite content. Romance helps.
Last week I spontaneously started rearranging things in my house to create more space, cleaner lines, and more freedom of movement. Virgo? Uranus? I wonder if this will be part of everything.
Last night I looked at a wall and had a long conversation with myself. How addicted am I to clutter? Am I really that much in need of a sloppy mess going on everywhere and every space filled in? How much memorabilia is really necessary? Can I wean myself from hyper excitement? I ended up with longer lines visually so my eye could continue on its path unchopped up, less scattered and jumpy.
Wow jm, sounds like you're on a role. (now there's a slip. hmmm). I always come to your blog for space and freedom of movement...and good chicken jokes...
I think we would all like to roost in peace for a change, and we will, once we rout those foxes from the henhouse.
As for clean lines, gods how I wish. My SO is a packrat so I'm always having to toss stuff out. It's kind of like bailing out a leaky boat.
Ha ha! Crack me up!
Like that "role" slip.
I think we would all like to roost in peace for a change, and we will, once we rout those foxes from the henhouse.
I hear ya, brother.
My SO is a packrat so I'm always having to toss stuff out. It's kind of like bailing out a leaky boat.
Ha ha! Well said. I noticed I was starting to sink seriously!
Well I'm one of those messy people, always trying for uncluttered. What I really envy though are people who can make their clutter seem calm and soothing. I'd rather read a magazine called Fabulously Complex than Real Simple.
Last week I spontaneously started rearranging things in my house to create more space, cleaner lines, and more freedom of movement. Virgo? Uranus? I wonder if this will be part of everything.
Ye gods! You too? Not a cranny has been left untouched here. I even moved the salon Grand. Ousted a cabinet. Moved the entire studio. More for performance sake than for aesthetics. As dust was falling in my hair from cleaning the wood beams of the ceiling....i was thinking, "i need a little of jm's housecleaning Rx" now you've destroyed my illusions. (You were careful about the spiders i 'spect)
In my case i do believe Mars had a had in it -some frustrations and irritation needed an outlet, gardening was out as it is still hot here.
It has worked i am done in.
Last night I looked at a wall and had a long conversation with myself. How addicted am I to clutter?
I've had a rule for a while in my place. Nothing new comes in without something else going out. I view the things I own as extensions of my energy field. I've had to be somewhat more strict with this than most people because I've lived in pretty small places since I moved to CA. At first it was an adjustment coming from a much larger living space. I do miss the extra space, but I relish how living in a smaller space has refined my store of possessions.
What I really envy though are people who can make their clutter seem calm and soothing.
I know what you mean.
Now I didn't go as far as you, tseka. Sounds like you went on a rampage.
I even moved the salon Grand. Ousted a cabinet. Moved the entire studio.
My god. You must feel relieved now, or soon will be.
In my case i do believe Mars had a had in it -some frustrations and irritation needed an outlet
Heheh.
The good thing about clutter for me is that there's no room to do anything else so I'm off the hook. Empty space lures me into all kinds of madness. But I'm experimenting to see if I can leave well enough alone and relax. Plus the mayhem was causing me to see double, so I relented.
I'd rather read a magazine called Fabulously Complex than Real Simple.
Heheh. That Real Simple mag stinks. I love the paper, but the cheesy content is pretty bad. I signed up for their daily qoutes and they stink too. I'm off the list. I'll take Fabulously Anything.
I've had a rule for a while in my place. Nothing new comes in without something else going out.
Great idea.
I had the opposite experience. I came from tiny apartments to a larger space, but oddly enough, I haven't acquired much. I simply went into ecstatic paroxysms just having enough room for what I already had.
I did like small spaces, too. they consolidate internally as well and I became an incredible expert at arranging things to fit. My natural geometric talents got complete expression.
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