It’s all about ME

Maybe I already wrote something with this title. Let me explain though…It’s not that I am so self-centered to actually believe it’s all about me but when your mind is blank after a busy day at work and the dog you’re sitting is whining for his people and you can only manage a piece of toast and leftover coffee for dinner and you just looked at your American Express bill it is NOT POSSIBLE to write anything even vaguely interesting.

 Soon I’ll be traveling and can write all of the time—exciting attention-grabbing colorful stuff. Soon.

 Since I must post every day every day every day every day something has to happen here and now. I’ve decided on the story of my life told, first in a run-on sentence and then a few photos I just scanned for this very purpose.

 I was born in Minnesota and visited cousin Vivian after a year or so and sometime  became an Air Force guy’s wife after which we had two boys and I discovered politics and my kids learned to make the peace sign and I went to Africa and then I got old and broke my elbow.

Vivian and me...in Blackduck, Minnesota where I was born.

Vivian and me…in Blackduck, Minnesota where I was born.

Off to the Philippines.

Off to the Philippines.

 

The Good Wife.

The Good Wife.

 

Those were the days my friend....

Those were the days my friend….

And then I went to Africa...second trip, Burkina Faso.

And then I went to Africa…second trip, Burkina Faso.

 

Next it's the hip...then the mind.

Next it’s the hip…then the mind.

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About mneset

Writer, Traveler, Director/North Fourth Art Center

Posted on May 14, 2013, in Living LIFE. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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