And here's the entire collection of 17 collages so far:
You can find links to close-ups of previous years' collages here.
Here is this year's collage made from stamps off of mail we received in December (some Christmassy ones, some regular). Each year I add another letter to a sentence. This year I finished the 4th word out of 7, after 16 years of work :-) I started this project the year we married, and I'm due to be finished around January 2021 should I be given that much time.
You can click on each photo to see a closer-up view of each stamp. Most are American, with a good sprinkling from Germany, Switzerland, France, the United Kingdom, and maybe a couple of other countries over the years.
The first 12 years of collages are lumped together in group posts on here because after that is when I started blogging, and posting a photo each year.
One of those lovely little inconsequential blessings: my local grocery store just got new carts. They glide so smoothly! The handles feel so clean! The metal gleams! Something to make one smile.
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Here's a new experience for me: today I wet the glue on some stamps by dipping my fingertip in my drink (hot water with a squirt of apple-elderflower juice for flavor) and then spreading it on the back of the stamps. It worked really well. Weird, eh? Scented envelopes, anyone?
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A MAN, A PLAN, A CANAL: PANAMA
What is special about this statement? Tell me in a comment :-)
(David, Jason and Emily are not eligible to reply; we discussed this at dinner)
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Do you think that Esau's son from one wife took Esau's other wife's great aunt as his concubine? Seems a bit of a stretch generationally.
See Genesis 36:2, 12, 22, 25. Could it be the same Timna? And furthermore, do you think the town of Timnah was named after her? (Gen. 38:12) After all, Timna was the mother of Amalek, whose descendants gave Israel quite some trouble. I have to look this up in a commentary somewhere.
(if you are American)
This accent quiz dares to tell me I have a Boston accent. Just because I was born in Boston, lived the first two plus years of my life there, went to college in the state, lived the first year and a half of my marriage just over the border in New Hampshire...and my dad grew up on the outskirts of Boston, my aunts and uncles and grandparents live/d there and I visited them most summers growing up...I don't believe it for a minute. And I love New England and Boston and all the people who live there. I just don't think I sound like them.
Seriously. :-) I must have answered the quiz wrong the first time.
My husband David came out "Midlands" (which they translate as meaning "no accent"). Maybe because he has lived in New England, the Midwest, and the Pacific Coast (but wait, so have I), along with five other countries (okay, I've only done three).
Our son Jason came out "North Central" (a Minnesota accent). Just because he was born and lived the first 6 months of his life in northern suburbs of Chicago? This quiz is puzzling.
Let me do it again.
Okay, I feel better. I thought better of one of my answers (I think I misinterpreted their intended level of pickiness), and this time I came out as having an accent from "The West." It's the place I have lived longest in my adult life (10 years in California).
Unless you're a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent. And really, you may not even be from the West at all...
Would someone from the deep South take this quiz and tell me if it tells you you sound like you come from there? Or anyone else, I'd love to hear your results. Of course, the thing only has eight whole questions, so it's not too detailed.
This year's installment of my annual Christmas card stamp collage:
Background from a 2005 posting here:
I like collecting, organizing, and sorting stuff. And preserving information. Ever since we married in 1993, I've looked over the stamps arriving on Christmas cards (or other stuff in the month of December), taken a sampling, and made a collage with them.
Some more details on the project in the post and comments here (1993-2004).
CNN informed me that motorcycle stuntman Evel Knievel died yesterday at age 69. I remember his name from my childhood. My brothers probably had a little action figure of him on his motorcycle draped in the colors of the flag.
I looked Evel Knievel up on wikipedia and discovered, to my amazement, that his stunts were very often not as successful and safe as everyone might have hoped. Over the course of 15 years (1962-1977), as a result of crashing while attempting to jump over numerous vehicles on his motorcyle, his injuries included
- 4 broken arms
- 4 broken legs
- 3 broken collarbones
- 2 broken wrists
- 2 broken hips
- 2 broken pelvises
- several ribs broken twice
- a broken shoulder
- a broken back
- a broken knee
- a broken foot
- both ankles broken at once
- two concussions
- a 29-day-long coma
And that was all on ONE HUMAN BODY! He recovered from many reconstructive surgeries and got back on the bike to break his body all over again, again, again, and again.
Driven? Obsessive? Perseverant? Crazy? A-Type? Risk-lover? Adrenaline junkie? Impressive? High pain threshold? Basically, for me, "does not compute." Because I am generally risk-averse and cautious.
Some Cool Links for Today:
Q: What do you call a group of apes?
A: A shrewdness.
Q: What do you call a group of flies?
A: A business.
Q: What do you call a group of sharks?
A: A shiver.
Q: What do you call a group of toads?
A: A knot.
Q: What do you call a group of peacocks?
A: An ostentation. (seriously!)
Q: What do you call a group of hyenas?
A: A cackle!
All this and much, much more to be found out from the USGS about animal group
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Virtual Haircut (takes 4 minutes 37 seconds) -
Absolutely required instructions if you're going to try the following link:
1. Put on/in a set of headphones.
2. Start this link and close your eyes (or just don't look at the screen).
3. Try not to flinch and completely scrunch up your shoulders and look behind you for the barber.
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Visit FreeRice.com to enrich your vocabulary and apparently donate free rice to the United Nations food project (courtesy of advertisers, theoretically, although I didn't see any advertising on the site, which is odd).
In any case, it's fun for people who like words, like me. I got my vocab level up to 46 at one point (for one whole word). They say people rarely get above 48, and the top is 50. How high can you go? :-)
Apparently they donate ten grains of rice for each word you correctly define. It automatically adjusts for your level, whatever that is. Jason told me about the site. He and Emily together donated 1000 grains, and I did another 1000. They warn you it will change your speech and writing patterns to start including more interesting words.
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You might have already seen this, but it's always fun to watch again: everything a mom says in a day, condensed down to 3 minutes, and sung to the tune of the William Tell overture (by comedian Anita Renfroe).
As a follow-up, here's an interview of Anita on a morning talk show (she tours with the Women of Faith conferences, in case that means anything to you).
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My husband David recently told me, "long-term marriage is excellent" and pointed me to that link with some cool quotes by Emerson, Twain, etc. What a comforting thing to hear from one's husband after 14+ yrs, whilst friends' and relatives' marriages are sadly and potentially frighteningly crumbling around one.
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For the debate-minded or those interested in logic, here's a fun list of recognizable fallacious arguments - great stuff! For example, you have Argument By Pigheadedness,
Argument By Gibberish (Bafflement),
Argument By Selective Observation,
Argument By Half Truth,
and Argument Of The Beard.
David has an uncle who loves sending and receiving frequent holiday greeting cards. Since he doesn't do email and we rarely see him, it's his way of keeping in touch and showing he remembers us and cares. It's fun to correspond with him. This year, I have been making more of an effort to send him stuff. I did Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, and now I've sent him his Easter greetings. However, I lost my concentration as I was trying to write Happy Easter, and wished him a Happy BIRTHDAY instead. Oops. But it was such a pretty card, I didn't want to waste it. So I transformed the offending word into a flower garden flanked by butterflies. What do you think?
Happy Easter Week to you, too.
I finally managed to complete the 2006 installment of my ongoing collage sentence made with stamps received in December of each year (mostly on Christmas card envelopes). Here it is, along with the whole set thus far. There is one letter for each year we've been married. I started with December 1993. You can probably figure out what the entire cliché (but true) sentence will say by the year 2020, or read it in the comments here. I think it's neat to have a visual reminder how many years we've been getting knit closer together since that initial, official union.
Warning: Unusual Frivolous Girly Post About Inconsequential Adornments. Probably Skip.
Ladies, what's the longest you have kept one toenail polish job without removing it or touching it up?
At Christmas my mom treated me to a salon manicure and pedicure. For me, this is a fun, special thing I do maybe once or twice a year. Well, the fingernails usually last a few days if they're lucky -- with my job, I am constantly washing my hands and handling merciless objects.
But the toenails can go a lot longer. My feet, though they do get showered every day, aren't subjected to quite the same rough treatment as my fingertips.
I got this professional pedicure on December 28th, and I am still wearing it on February 4th. That's 38 days! I think this may be a record for me. The day before yesterday I figured my nails had grown enough to warrant removing the polish, and decided to do so. But after scrubbing my right big toe and the next toe down with the remover-soaked cotton pads, I gave up (too much elbow grease required). That is some sturdy polish job...
So now I am walking around with 8 pink toenails and 2 plain ones. My mom says I can call those my "lookout" toes. Maybe if I do two a day, I'll eventually get this stuff off. Until then, I have an unusual look.