It drives me insane that things can be so good and bad all at once. I guess life is a big blended up goo made out of all of the crap that happens to you. It's never a grey goo though, because nothing is black and white. Right now, mine would definately have red tinges. I might see if I can figure out the recipe later.
During the Great Depression there wasn't a squirrel left in the Ozark Mountains. Squirrel is quite tasty, if you haven't had it. Small game was almost completely decimated by starving families. I know older people who still eat groundhog, which I can't imagine eating. Fortunately, there is no shortage for wildlife any longer. I know a family, we'll call them Jones, who is still at odds with another family, whom we'll call Smith, after an unfortunate depression era instance involving ...
As my husband and I get closer to our dream I sometimes find myself thinking what kind of Mother will I be. Will I be one of those over protective Mom’s or be one that gives their child free reign as long as they know their boundaries. Will I be a PTA mom? Will I over compensate because the child was adopted? How will I react if someone says he doesn’t look like you or your husband? These are just some of things that are going thru my mind right now. I guess most of these are normal thoughts ...
For some unknown reason my bathroom is the Mecca for renegade crickets, whenever a cricket happens to make a gateway without fail within a day or two they will turn up in the bathroom. First of all it is quite the wonder who they manage to get there unscathed and undetected being that to get to the bathroom from where the lizard is, they have to make their way through the dinning room and then a brief way down the hall. Second of all, I do not know just what it is ...
When Her Eyes Turn Gray There are many hues of the sky tracing the passage of the clouds like the emotions in your eye the bitter storms you enshroud So I count the hours of the day wondering how long this tempest will stay lashing down my sails against your great gusting gales.
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