I'm sitting at Cowboy's grandmother's house, awaiting his return. Before he left, we were designing his new house (more on that later) but now I'm alone.
Not giving up.
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Every so often I write something on my newsletter about art that I think
you might want to read even if art is not for you. Today may be one of
those so I’...
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
The Fertile Crescent on the Prairie
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I moved to Tiny Town SD this past February. Through the grace of The
Universe, Weed Killer knows someone who has rental properties and posted on
Facebook ...
Friends not Foes
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As I mentioned in a previous post, we women are quite insecure and often
compete with every woman we run into in the grocery store, restaurant and
even the...
Connection
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I know. It's been forever. Again. For those of you who continue to check
for updates, thank you. I apologize for not posting life stories, deep and
mean...
runner's high.
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kevin and i completed our first ever half-marathon this past weekend, in
phoenix-tempe. i didn't really train, so i'm in pain still. and i didn't
get the t...
hah. and the grandma went too??
ReplyDeleteShe wasn't home at the time.
ReplyDeleteI felt like such an ugly date, getting stood up for a sexier raccoon. A raccoon he NEVER FOUND by the way. Oh, woe is me. :)