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Postcard from the real world
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Postcard from the real world

Posted on April 29, 2013 by Hippie Cahier • 39 Comments

The weather was beautiful. I wish you were here.
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I’m Dreaming of a White Easter
holidays / humor / random / seasons

I’m Dreaming of a White Easter

Posted on March 25, 2013 by Hippie Cahier • 29 Comments

What’s a girl to do when it snows a week before Easter?

Make a snowbunny, natch. . . .
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September needs a beverage.
life / memories / random / seasons

September needs a beverage.

Posted on September 24, 2012 by Hippie Cahier • 47 Comments

The plan was to leave the mids dancing on my screen for the week. I wasn’t going to post today or tomorrow or all week and if I have any self-discipline at all, might check in once a day at most. There’s a bike that needs riding and some rooms that need painting and you don’t need to know about any of that.

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Dear February – It’s not you…no, wait…it IS you.
holidays / humor / random / seasons

Dear February – It’s not you…no, wait…it IS you.

Posted on February 21, 2012 by Hippie Cahier • 30 Comments

It’s still February.
It has been February since the middle of January.
It will probably still be February until the middle of April.
February is the longest month of the year.
Every year it seems to get longer.

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Hippie Cahier

I’m not really a hippie, but I think that whole peace, love, and understanding thing was a groovy idea. Cahier (“kah-yay”) means notebook in French.I’m not French, either.

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In an effort to be more hip and less verbose, I am practicing tweeting. In 140 characters or less, I said this:

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