you're also on my private list as well.... OOOOH!!! Even cooler! Hmm, I don't have a private list. Yet. If everyone starts doing it...lol
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Poor K. Guess I'll tell her I won't set her up like I've been promising...I agree with some of what Hazylunarrain said. I had been considering NetNanny and other such programs, but I guess according to you they're bullshit. Hmmm. I did tell her the other day that she needed to go to her library in school rather than try to find a poem to memorize on the internet. I had helped her surf a little bit for poetry but there's just too much crap. Anyway
May tomorrow be a better day for you and yours. Thank you Danny. a little better spin HAHAHAHAHA! It's all in the spin isn't it? T
My daughter always leaves the light on her bedroom when she leaves for school. I’ve talked to her about it. She’ll remember for a few days, then right back at it. It was on this morning. I haven’t been able to find my nice sage Columbia sweater for the past two months. This morning took me twenty minutes to find my zip-up brown sweater. In looking for
What is love anyway? Yeah I gotta expand on this. Someday. Maybe. I won't disagree with your assessment though. <TR
When love stops hurting, it’s not love anymore. (Just another random thought that occurred to me during my recent masochistic mood.)
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Look, I did not freak out. I did not like it. Didn't matter anyway, because I dealt with it. Because it is something small and insignificant in your mind you think I need counseling? How high and mighty is that? Thanks for completely missing the point.
I asked him to go grocery shopping with me. It's not like I WANTED to go grocery shopping but it needed to be done. AND he needed to pick up some stuff for his drywall project so it didn't make sense for the both us to go into town separate, specially with gas prices. I had balanced the checkbooks that morning and had told him we needed to watch it this week until
baby oil will take it right off.
oh how very sweet! I wonder the same thing sometimes when I look at my little guy.
I don't KNOW something doesn't exist, I just don't believe it does. And it's not on me to prove to you it doesn't. Just as it's not on you to prove to me it does. Unless you're one of those religions that call you out to do that. Then I suppose it is on you, but don't bother with me. I'm a lost cause.
Wow, I'm up way too late tonight that I saw this come up as you posted it. It's awesome that you've got to see, visit, and live in some wild places. Just gotta figure out a way to get to Australia now...
There's a game I like to play called "How Many Windows Can I Open Before I Crash the System?" Yes, I really do play that game and yes I really do call it that. Try it sometime. It's fun.
I wanted to comment, mig...but you stunned me commentless.
I was talking with an old friend about religious inclination, he had known me as an agnostic and was curious as to why I’d crossed over to atheism. He told me that he truly believed in a divine being and cited one of many reasons being his inability to conceive a child with his soon-to-be-ex-wife. “Divine intervention,” he said. “Hmmmm,” I cleverly countered.
the Bible is about as good a "proof" of God's mind as a Betty Crocker Cookbook is. I agree. Oh, look at me getting all brave and commenting on a religious article!!
A guy says, "I'm going fishing." He really means, "I'm going to drink myself dangerously stupid and stand with a stick in my hand while the fish swim by in complete safety." HAHAHAHA! I bet you'd do well fishing with an M-16 at the spillway while the walleyes spawn, but I don't think you could get a license for that. But anyway, a little bit of sunshine can go a long way toward making the world seem right, even when it's not. Some
One cool summer morning, he pushed on his baseball cap, hopped onto his four-wheeler and headed down to the lake to check his fish trap. (Don’t ask.) Travel mug with coffee in one hand, he guided the machine carefully down into the ravine. Seven, a rambunctious young lab, paced along beside him. Trap checked and satisfied, he headed back up the path as Seven raced
I am 34% Asshole/Bitch. I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me. Take the
I've talked about doing a reverse-custom audience before...just to keep certain people from reading my stuff. Yeah, like I write stuff that is all that sensitive...
Hehe...I'm curious about that one... What makes me happy and motivates me varies so much from day to day. What satifies the mojo-monster today, will piss him off tomorrow.
Awesome post! I think my mojo has multiple personality disorder or something...
I do not know how you do it. The whole flag thing dissolves me every time.
Funny, I just wrote about how Time Out works so well for my boy. I'm SO glad it does. I HATE spanking (a personal thing, other parents have to do what works for them). My mom quit using her hand to spank when she caught my brother's butt wrong and sprained her pinky. After that it was a hanger. To this day my butt look