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 :)”
I remember bringing photography books from the college library home to my rented room and spending the afternoon leafing through them. I know that I’m just one of millions who’s…
I’ll be honest. I just needed a break from making tiny loops with tiny little sticks. No fingering weight, no sport, NO lace. I’ve had these skeins of Araucania Liwen…
“There is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still” – Corrie Ten Boom I believe that and a few times have had only that belief with me…
Remember Melanie Hutsell’s “Where’s my stuff!?” bit on SNL? I don’t blame you if you skipped it, but it takes me back to my first election to ever participate in,…
Sentimentality clutters. I know because at least once a year I have to force myself to winnow through stacks of books, papers, and future projects so that my husband can’t…
I can’t be the only one with an unusual amount of refinery photos in my camera, huh? How can I help it? I’m taking photos every day and this is…
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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.