tonight, i said good-bye to my dwindling second family. four months ago, i met half of my twenty four person family, and reunited with the other half. as i expected, this summer far surpassed last year in terms of loving my job. i got up six days a week, and along with eight other people gathered, caught, and fed one hundred thirty horses, saddled a few of them, and ran the rest back out to pasture. this was my daily routine. all day we would ***** and moan about how much we hated our jobs, ...
As a child it was told many a time around the holidays about how a large bowl of olives was placed in front of me as preparation for Thanksgiving dinner went on- a bowl fit to feed a dozen. A few minutes later the bowl was mysteriously empty. "Blame it on Henry!" My mother would laugh. Henry, a dear family friend always picked olives off his pizza and offered them to me as a toddler. I would crawl up onto his lap, open my mouth, and he would plop them in- hmmm! ...
I have something of a new recently developed obsession of which I blame entirely upon Netflex. I had resisted using netflex for a long time as I had a rather pleasant and accommodating independent video rental store of which I was found of going. They always offered a wide variety of movies, including some things that I never would have even heard of if it were not from them, a healthy independent and forgotten collection, and off the wall strange little movies, and of course, I could always get ...
Living in Iceland these days is like being on the edge of a cliff not sure if your safe or if you'll fall.so many people have moved to other countries mainly Canada and Norway, there hasn't bin this many people leavings since 1800 when almost half the nation left to Canada. things just get more expensive taxes get higher and politics get more complicated than ever. people loosing their jobs or their hours cut down, like mine was, mortgages skyrocketing. This is to depressing to think of so on to ...
To say the least I was always very opinionated, and when I was younger my parents would find it quite frustrating. There had been more than one occasion in which I would be out shopping and I would pick up some shirt and say in a less then discreet voice. "Look out hideous this is" and she would always be like you know other people here could have been thinking about buying that, and thus I would reply "Why should they care what I think of the shirt? If they didn't like what I was ...
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