(Left to right: My Bro, Me and My Sis) Once sweatshirts and blue jeans… now suits and ties. Once hitting boys on the playground… to hitting on boys at the bars. Once dreams were larger than life… now you have priorities and goals. You couldn’t wait to grow up… and now all you want to… Read More Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic
My friend, started a site: An Open Apology. Anyone is invited to write and submit a letter. It could be to your ex, your boss, your mom, or even your pet. And…..It can be stone cold serious or full of humor. Whatever helps you get the words out……. Without further ado, here is the apology… Read More Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
I met my best friend while putting out a fire, or so I thought. Smoke was coming from my neighbor’s cellar. I ran over and felt the door. It wasn’t hot, so I figured I could handle it and be a hero. Their hose was nearby. I went over, turned it on, threw the door… Read More Flash in the Pan: Happiness
That day will stay in my brain forever. I was outside in the yard helping mom with the garden. I heard this loud backfire, like a gun or something. It made me jump. Then a crazy looking hippy-van pulled up next door. Smoke was coming from the hood and there was music loud enough to… Read More Flash in the Pan: Lonely
Since I’m doing such a great job on this blog: writing daily posts, reading and commenting in a timely manner, visiting and commenting on other blogs regularly, selling ice to the Eskimos, selling electric blankets to Satan……..I’ve decided to create a new blog. It’s going to be hard to believe, but I love posting pics of my… Read More My New Blog
October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month Be Aware: My son is fierce.
Forgive the crappy pic. I have a dumb phone (by choice) and don’t carry my smart camera with me. SO……….There we were, hubby and me, having a heated debate about something stupid. Our arguments are pointless, but “mood swing” relationships keep the good times going. ANYWAY……..We’re in the parking lot of Walmart (where I should… Read More All roads lead to Walmart.
Through the window, the moon’s faint light shone in a corner of the room. There lay an elderly man upon a wooden bed. Death seemed to blanket him, except for the noticeable uplift of his chest every few seconds. His frail frame twitched and twitched again. His discomfort was quite evident by his unconscious motions.… Read More Flash in the Pan: Company