My Orega-do
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
“For now we see as in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I am known.” -1…
It’s over. But I’m not finished posting just yet. These photos are just odd bits of our holidays. acorn guy, day 349 As you can see with Acorn Guy up…
Sorry for the title, but I just felt so compelled. I’ve been thinking about reviving an old tradition, sort of. (365 Day 249) I know that my ancestors, both…
I’ve been walking alot on these windy, March days. It feels as if God is blowing the stale, brooding attitude of winter out of my life. Negative thoughts swirling away…
I love walking in the evening at Christmastime. All of the lights from within houses like hearths, or little rectangular beacons, glow to draw family home. I can’t pass…
(the weak things, day 85) “But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the…
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Must be something in the air. I'm uber grouchy lately too. I really do think I'm just ready for summer. Down to with getting off to school(s)…up with lazy mornings before heading to the pool!!
Is it wrong that I laughed at your list of annoyances? Not at you, the humor, girl! You are a funny lady.
What is it with the neighbor kids screaming outside my window and playing shootout in my driveway? They have their own driveway! Chased them off just last night. Again. Must be universal.
Don't even get me started on FB. Grrrr…always the same handful of people posting the same boring minutiae. There's the chronic complainer, the one who "Checks in" every hour, the bragger, the farmers, etc. Much prefer Twitter. Concise and to the point.
Clever and cute photos. Love your orega-fro. That made me smile. Hope your Friday and weekend is enjoyable.
Okay! So, it's not just me. You know, I think I was worse as a kid. I was like a crotchety old grandma stalking down the halls of my highschool. Guess it's just a phase- reaction to a too busy week.