Archive for January, 2008

tagged

4 years ago

by dawn in blogosphere, fun

I was tagged by Maria who picked me randomly from blog365. That’s the key here. It’s random. I have to talk to random people? Ack! So, here are the rules:

Link to the person who tagged you.
Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
Post the rules on your blog.
Share the seven (7) most famous or infamous people you have met. Or go with the original 7 weird things about yourself.
Tag 7 random people at the end of your post. Include links to their blogs.
Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Given that I’ve only had a few moments with a few famous people, this is going to be a mix ‘n’ match between famous people and weird things about me.

I met Michael Stipe of REM. I think the rest of the band was there, but I can’t remember. I may have had too many shooters that night.
I met Teri Garr. She bought a chocolate chip cookie from me.
I met Christopher Lloyd. He ate lunch at the restaurant I was working in.
I brush my teeth in the shower. I don’t have to worry about making a mess, and I do it while rinsing my hair so that I’m actually saving water (that’s the plan anyway).
I don’t like strawberries, tomatoes, bologna, or hot dogs. There is some weird link to my childhood and having too many of some of these that makes me cringe when I smell them.
I wear skirts more than pants. I like the freedom they give me (these are free-flowing skirts and very comfortable).
I’d rather be barefoot than wear shoes, but I hate to have dirty feet.

Ahem. That’s enough of that. I think my neuroses are coming out (notice the pluraling of that word). :-)

Ok, seven random people. Ugh. I’ll give it a try. I’ll use blog365, too, since those people need things to write about anyway. :-)

Whew. That’s done.

Wait! I want you to tell me about a famous or infamous person you’ve met or a weird thing about you in reply to this (I’d prefer the weird but I’ll let you off with meetings). I’m all about sharing the love. Heh.

best of…

4 years ago

by dawn in photography

These are the people that participated in the Best of 2007 Photography challenge. If you’re so inclined, go take a look. There is some great photography here.

“My 10 Favorite Photos From 2007” – Jim M. Goldstein

“Favorites of 2007“- Laurie Ballesteros

“2007 Favorites” – G Dan Mitchell

“Best of 2007” – Jenni Brehm

“BiPlane” – Steve Foster

“safari fotográfico en casa ;)” – Miguel Herranz

“Best of 2007” – Dawn M. Armfield

“Best Photo From 2007” – Bela Beier

“My Top 10 Photos From 2007” – Brian Auer

“2007 In Review Landscape Photos” – Tim Christie

“Photos For JMG-Galleries Best Of Project” – Paul Parkinson

“My Top Ten Photos For 2007” – Neil Creek

“Best Image of 2007 – Chicago with Mars on the Upper Left Edge of the Bean” – Mathias

“My Top 10 Photos 2007” – Carsten Fischer

“Half Dome Shrouded in a Clearing Storm” – Tom Post

“It is easy to be heavy” – Martine (AKA grimo1re)

“Northern Highlands in Scotland” – Miquel Casas

“My Best 10 Pictures of 2007” – Antoine Khater

“Top Ten Nature Photos of 2007” – John Sercel

“Best Photos from 2007: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10” – Sanyam Sharma

“Best Photos from 2007: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9” – Thomas K

“Katie” – George L Smyth

“Blue Volkswagen with trees” – Glen (AKA gZphotoGraph)

“Group Blog Project – My Best Photo in 2007” – kRIZ cPEc

“Village Walk and A Fall Day – Jonathan B Haber

“Ten Best Photos 2007” – Kurt Triebe

“My 10 Best Shots From 2007” – Ryan Goodman

“Winter Abstracts” – Greg Lato

“Best Photos of 2007” – Rafa

limping along

4 years ago

by dawn in family, health, life

I didn’t write about my recent foray into competitive sports. I mean, for me it wasn’t competitive except that I was competitive against myself to keep going. But it was hugely competitive for others. Many were doing it to qualify for the Boston marathon or to beat team members or many other reasons to compete.

On Sunday, January 18, 2008, I took part in the P.F. Chang’s Rock ‘n’ Roll 1/2 marathon. 13.1 miles of concrete, bands, and sweat (it was in Phoenix and it was a warm day, afterall). Ok, I don’t sweat much, which is actually a problem. But I digress.

I walked the 13.1 miles. While it doesn’t seem like much (and honestly, I often walk much further than that), when you’re on a schedule and have to make it to certain points by a certain time, there is some pressure in the walking. I walked a steady 15-minute mile throughout the race (including the bathroom break at the 7 mile mark). I think, though, that I surprised myself with that. I thought I was slowing down toward the end and picked up the pace so I wouldn’t make my brothers and sister-in-law wait too long (they had run it in 2:15 and 2:37). I ended up walking the entire course in 3:34 (They met me for the last .1 of a mile and we all walked across the finish line together (they crossed for the second time) — very cool).

Because of all of the medication I have been on for the bronchitis, I got dehydrated (when I thought I was properly hydrating myself). Because of that, I got some kind of toxemia and as soon as I stopped walking, my muscles all cramped up. It was so severe that I couldn’t walk to the car after the race and couldn’t get out of bed for the next 2 days (I literally couldn’t walk). I feel stupid but I’m also really glad that I did it.

But wait, there’s more! In November I had stubbed my big toe (that one on the right) and had hurt it pretty bad. Blood now graces one of the classrooms in the College of Education and I’ve forever left my mark (or for as long as that carpet is there). I kept thinking said toenail would fall off. It hung on, though. It just would not fall off.

Two months later, I’m getting ready for the 1/2 marathon and notice that the toenail is definitely on its way out. At that point, it was kind of attached partially on the left side of the toe. I had considered pulling it off. However, both my sister-in-law (a nurse) and my sister (who also works at the hospital) warned me against it. “Let it fall off by itself,” came the admonishment. I guess you can cause damage to the new nail by tugging at an old one.

Two weeks and a 1/2 marathon later, that toenail will NOT fall off. It just hangs on (and the toenail beneath is really scary). In addition, the toenail on the large toe of my left foot has now turned black & blue. It seems I bruised it during the 1/2 marathon.

Ugh.

While I’m proud of myself for completing the 1/2 marathon and am considering doing some condition training (5Ks and 10Ks) to do more of them, I don’t think I’ll be posting any photos of my feet for a long time.

*This post brought to you by the lint-watchers society of America, whose motto is “If it’s there, write about it!”

love and loss

4 years ago

by dawn in animals, cancer, dakota, family, life

It’s been a rough month. I know. You probably don’t want to hear one more story about Dakota. I’m sure you don’t. His passing has left such a hole in my life, though.

I miss curling up with him on weekends. I miss getting his kisses when I came home from wherever I went. I miss seeing him playing in the snow.

I worry that I didn’t give him a good enough life, that I didn’t treat him as well as I could have. Maybe I yelled too much. Maybe I punished him too harshly. Maybe I didn’t give him the benefit of the doubt as much as I could have.

And all of my doctoral applications were due (and I got them in). My gosh is that a lot of stress. I didn’t get much time to grieve because I had to get those done.

And as I said, my grandfather was terminally ill. He passed on Thursday. I think that everything I’ve been holding in, from Dakota’s passing to the stress of the applications, my thesis, and work, to my grandfather’s passing have all come out this weekend. I’ve had these bouts of intense crying that haven’t been duplicated in years. I haven’t cried like this in such a long time.

I am going to miss my grandfather. I’m going to miss his emails and his voice. I’m going to miss his presence in my life.

I miss my little guy so much that it physically hurts sometimes. I ache from the loss.

My grandma and I were talking yesterday. She said, “In our family, we laugh just as hard as we cry and we’re able to do both extremely well.” I replied to her that I’d rather be able to laugh and cry because it means I’m alive.

I just wish the crying didn’t accompany hurt. The hurt is overwhelming sometimes.

the garden buddha

4 years ago

by dawn in poetry, sunday songs

american life in poetry: column 132

by ted kooser, u.s. poet laureate, 2004-2006

Children at play give personalities to lifeless objects, and we don’t need to give up that pleasure as we grow older. Poets are good at discerning life within what otherwise might seem lifeless. Here the poet Peter Pereira, a family physician in the Seattle area, contemplates a smiling statue, and in that moment of contemplation the smile is given by the statue to the man.

The Garden Buddha

Gift of a friend, the stone Buddha sits zazen,
prayer beads clutched in his chubby fingers.
Through snow, icy rain, the riot of spring flowers,
he gazes forward to the city in the distance–always

the same bountiful smile upon his portly face.
Why don’t I share his one-minded happiness?
The pear blossom, the crimson-petaled magnolia,
filling me instead with a mixture of nostalgia

and yearning. He’s laughing at me, isn’t he?
The seasons wheeling despite my photographs
and notes, my desire to make them pause.
Is that the lesson? That stasis, this holding on,

is not life? Now I’m smiling, too–the late cherry,
its soft pink blossoms already beginning to scatter;
the trillium, its three-petaled white flowers
exquisitely tinged with purple as they fall.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright (c) by Peter Pereira. Reprinted from “What’s Written on the Body” by Peter Pereira, Copper Canyon Press, 2007, by permission of the author and publisher. Introduction copyright (c) 2007 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

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