I'm having an 80s flashback this week, "I'll stop the world and melt with you!" "she'll be all night long!" "Because I can't be with you..." sorry that's 90s "Brass monkey, that funky monkey..." You know, i look at all that awesome music and i'm thinkin, where'd it go? it makes me sad, there's no more to listen to! i mean what happened to that funky flavor. "summersummersummer time summertime" ...
theres something about rivers...this is Iroquis River, Indiana.. somewhere by the fluid flowing river beyond the reeds and rocks lies a dwelling of serenity intoxicated with sweet tempered breeze held in a place there beyond between the seams and sky translated for me waiting to reside a final destination ...
There's only one James McFadden, One James McFadden! Tell any of the French you know, we're top of the group an' their no! As you can probably tell I am more than a little happy. It is not enough that we turned over the WC finalists at Hampden last year, we've just gone over to France and beat them there as well. Chick Young sums it up perfectly in his column on the BBC site ...
"Dear Authors! Suite your topics to your strength, And ponder well your subject and its length... Nor lift your load, before you're quite aware What weight your shoulders will or will not bare." ~Lord Byron, Hints from Horace, Line 59, 1821
Well, I made it ok through the night. I had a busy day with taking care of my mother-in-law and visiting with motherhubbard and her two boys. Then it was time for homework with my grandson and supper. Bath time, bed time story, getting everyone to bed, took up most of the night till about 9 pm. Then, I took a sleep aide and zonked out. I don't usually take anything, but I knew I would have to be up early today and I never sleep with Poppy away. My second daughter, a nurse, had to work a double yesterday ...
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