If it Doesn’t Kill You, It Makes You the Hulk
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry,
Isabel didn’t scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
Glorious, isn’t it? This shawl design was so interesting to me that I signed on to test it, even though I had told myself no more testing and such until…
Allyson of The Sweatshop of Love is hosting an all-inclusive knitalong of her patterns. That’s stuff from magazines, her website, Holla Knits, other collections, etc. I know I said I…
So, buttons… don’t really have anything to say about them, in particular, so I’ll just ramble about something else. I mostly just wanted to post these photos so I can see…
These are a few pictures I took from the trail around the lake. It was early and I had to move to keep warm, but I couldn’t help stopping to…
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Oh, I love the Cajun sound to that song! And that's Natalie Merchent??!!
I love what you wrote about fear. We are professional worriers in our family, always gearing up for the worst. But then we can't really enjoy the here and now if we are doing that, can we? I'm starting to realize that and I hope I can change course.
I'm sorry you went through such a dark time, but now you have this incredible inner strength that you can pass on to your children. They are very lucky. 🙂 Thank you for sharing yourself with blogland.
Thank you, Louisiana Belle. I can relate. I think I'm past fear as a lifestyle, but anger, sarcasm, bitterness? Well, I've still got work to do. :/