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A Body at Rest in Motion: New hobby
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A Body at Rest in Motion. Welcome to the "adventures" and observations of a sedentary person who transitioned into a half-marathoner (albeit a slow one). Sunday, September 15, 2013. When the end of the world comes, I'm going to need a useful skill (sadly, my ability to eat an entire bag of peanut butter m&ms is not actually useful). So I took up crocheting at the beginning of the year. Now I am pretty good at tying knots in yarn over and over again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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A Body at Rest in Motion: Update: More Birds
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A Body at Rest in Motion. Welcome to the "adventures" and observations of a sedentary person who transitioned into a half-marathoner (albeit a slow one). Thursday, May 10, 2012. There is at least one more person that I work with who was unaware that geese don't fly. I don't have anything else to add. Labels: cant believe it myself. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Can I run faster than a lion? People, Places, Things. Hungersite: go here daily. A Breath of Fresh Air Photography. Fleet Feet (in Raleigh).
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A Body at Rest in Motion: October 2011
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A Body at Rest in Motion. Welcome to the "adventures" and observations of a sedentary person who transitioned into a half-marathoner (albeit a slow one). Monday, October 17, 2011. I was born a Rambling Peg. I posted a while ago that I was training for Rambling Rose Half. In Durham this month. I had a couple of goals. Ten minutes off my previous time? Chip time: 2:19: 15. Average pace: 10:37 minute/mile. Place (in age group): 131/176. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Can I run faster than a lion?
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A Body at Rest in Motion: I forgot the URL?
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A Body at Rest in Motion. Welcome to the "adventures" and observations of a sedentary person who transitioned into a half-marathoner (albeit a slow one). Tuesday, August 13, 2013. I forgot the URL? So I can't help but notice that I haven't been on this blog (updating, posting, even reading my own content) is quite a. It wasn't my fault! No, there is. Let me sum up. Was wonderful. I need to go through my pictures and find my favorites to blow up. I managed to hold my ground. Has a sprained wrist. Fleet Fe...
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A Body at Rest in Motion: November 2012
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A Body at Rest in Motion. Welcome to the "adventures" and observations of a sedentary person who transitioned into a half-marathoner (albeit a slow one). Sunday, November 25, 2012. I feel like I've barely had time to turn around, much less pack for my trip! I'll finish packing tonight and hope that I don't forget anything (socks, skivvies, copies of my passport). It's going to be a fantastic trip - even the weather seems to be cooperating. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Can I run faster than a lion?
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A Body at Rest in Motion: August 2011
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A Body at Rest in Motion. Welcome to the "adventures" and observations of a sedentary person who transitioned into a half-marathoner (albeit a slow one). Saturday, August 27, 2011. I'm building a medal rack for Boyfriend. If all goes well I will also build one for myself and maybe some friends. So far I have:. Made 3 trips to the hardware store. Almost set fire to the original materials. Used a hole saw. Forgot to wear goggles. Drilled through the plank and into the floor (oops). Friday, August 26, 2011.
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Baruch Hashem Adonai | My Collered umbrellas
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Konsten är; att ha ett paraply när det regnar – Art is, to have an umbrella when it rains. Just another ruterless soul. Skriv din kommentar här. Fyll i dina uppgifter nedan eller klicka på en ikon för att logga in:. E-postadress (Adressen lämnas aldrig ut). Du kommenterar med ditt WordPress.com-konto. ( Logga ut. Du kommenterar med ditt Twitter-konto. ( Logga ut. Du kommenterar med ditt Facebook-konto. ( Logga ut. Du kommenterar med ditt Google -konto. ( Logga ut. Do you want to know something about me?
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Penseldrag | My Collered umbrellas
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Konsten är; att ha ett paraply när det regnar – Art is, to have an umbrella when it rains. Just another ruterless soul. Som en penseldrag i en målning är ord av tänkare och författare. Varje ord strävar efter att slutföra förklaringen att leva, dess förlopp och utveckling av livet själv. Ingen viktigare än de andra. Målarna är poeter / romanförfattare / musiker / skådespelare i sina verk på sitt eget unika sätt. Skriv din kommentar här. Fyll i dina uppgifter nedan eller klicka på en ikon för att logga in:.
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En är Herren | My Collered umbrellas
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Konsten är; att ha ett paraply när det regnar – Art is, to have an umbrella when it rains. Just another ruterless soul. There is a forest. Maj 9, 2014. Det regnar, något jag tycker om. Ljus och färger blir så fint i regn. Jag tänker; så fint allt är ordnat. Solen skiner när jorden behöver sol och det regnar när jorden behöver regn. Jag tror att Herren är en och han anländer snart. Hans namn är Jesus. Det här inlägget postades i Mästaren. There is a forest. Skriv din kommentar här. The Mantle of Elijah.
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My Collered umbrellas | Konsten är; att ha ett paraply när det regnar – Art is, to have an umbrella when it rains | Sida 2
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Konsten är; att ha ett paraply när det regnar – Art is, to have an umbrella when it rains. Just another ruterless soul. Nyare inlägg →. Alone – Ensam. Februari 21, 2012. Alone From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were; I have not seen. As others saw; I could not bring. My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken. My sorrow; I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone;. And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn. Of a demon in my view.
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