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I Think I Can, I Think I Can
Jen’s in Austria because she loves gazebos.
The Intern(Madge) is in Italy because she loves dreamy landscapes.
AndIamherebecause I love the smell of flooded basements. 
Is that asbestos tile??Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. See how we just throw caution to the wind over here?? I almost forgot what the floor looked like under 1,000 lbs of soaked carpet!And that was my lesson about not taking things for granted.
Between all that lesson-learnin’, I made a new card.
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Being A Better Person
Tib knows it’s summer because the screens are on.
And*I*know it’s summer for other, more important, reasons.
But I’m trying to be a better person/less into body-sculpting, so I decided to read a book. It was written byThe Intern’sdaughter, Nora McInerny Purmot.
Chapter 25 was especially fun to read because Madge is so near and dear to my heart and I could relate to the notion of elder-abuse.
Except my mom has made it very clear that she wants to be euthanized via pillow-suffocation, pre-elder-abuse.Oh, mom!
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Semi-Casual Observer
Wait a sec… This ice cream truck drives slowly by the house/Zeichen Press HQ every day,
but I have never really studied it…Zoom… Enhance…
And again……
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Art Licensing Part X
RSVPwanted MORE greeting card submissions. And having a wet towel for a brain makes it so much easier to wring.
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Behold, I Make All Things New
Remember last year whenmy lungcollapsed andmy momhad tosleep on a cot in my dingy bedroom so she could walk me to the bathroom in the middle of the night?
AndEMTshad to come to thatsame dingybedroom, on that very same night,because we thought mychest-tube had fallen out?No?
I know you’re wondering if the EMTs were cute and why my bedroom was so dingy. Um, my mom volunteered to be their Resusci Annie doll and I’ve been a little too busy building the Zeichen Press Empire to focus on home-making frivolity.
But, between choosing paper/envelopes for the Spring Release and conqueringterritories, I did refresh my bedroom.And now I see no reason to ever leave it.
Choosing paint color is just like choosing ink color. But with less Jen and more anxiety.Speaking of self-medicating (was I?) here’s a Spring Release teaser (see/buy ALL 12from the shop!):
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Around The World In A Day
1985 :Minneapolis
One 13 year old girl (me) biked to Calhoun Square in Uptown to buy a record for her friend’s birthday and almost kept it for herself (myself).
I might have forgotten to ask to borrow the bike from my sister. And might have forgotten to ask permission from my mom to bike there. And I might have not brought a bike lock. And the bike might have been stolen from the entrance where it wassuper-discreetly parked behind the Calhoun Square signage. AND I might have had to walk home.
But how could Inotrisk everything (being grounded) toget that album when I was pretty sure Prince wrotePaisley Parkabout me??:
Colorful people whose hair
On 1 side is swept back
Sigh.
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Franmas 2016!
After coughing the web of mucus from my throat, it was time to choose paper and envelope colors for the Spring Release.
Dinah told me later that she was plotting my murder while I took this photo.Oh, Dinah! What will make yousnap?!
Wait, tell us more about the web of mucus!
No! No more. Onto more important things.
Like frogs im Deutschland.
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Throwback Thursday (#TBT)
Miss Sherman was our 5th grade music teacher and aside from corporeal punishment and unruly hair, she was perfect. Every week, students were encouraged to bring in their favorite record album.And because lessons are best learned through repeated humiliation (read aboutFirst Picture Dayat my new school), I brought inmyfavorite album.
…I wonder what the other kids brought! This is SO much fun!
…Wait…
Michael Jackson, Off The Wall…
The Cars, Panorama??…
Oh, Kermit! Nobody understands us/Miss Sherman forgot to call on me/oh look,this record barely sticks out between my stack of books/these darn Fall allergies make my eyes water!
I wouldn’t tell my mom about this while I stood by the piano as she played folk songs and I sang my little heart out. I WOULDN’T.
What I’m trying to say is thatJen and I picked cards for our Spring Release.
Here’s a teaser:
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BIG plans vs. reality
One of our many cats hadchronicdiarrhea. We kept heraroundbecause sheproduced litter afterlitter ofadorablewhitekittens.
Andbecause cominghome was always asurprise –where would we find her poop today?? In the mitten-bin… in the laundry basket… under my daughter’s pillow??
Life is so full of surprises!
Like, when the vet called to say she died after he removed her ovaries. SURPRISE! Oh, but now she doesn’t send us on poop-hunts, because she’s buried in a shallow grave in the backyard.
First life zigs, and then it zags!
Broken femur?
SERIOUSLY???