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Pour cold apple juice on your carpet, turn off the light, and walk around barefoot in the dark.
Immediately after waking up go outside and stand in the rain and repeat. “Go potty! Go pee-pee! Good dog.” (Five-minute minimum)
Cover your best clothes with dog hair. Use light hair for dark clothing and dark hair for light clothing.
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Like pears and carnations,
apples and plums,
forget-me-nots
withering in the sun
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Yesterday I asked my husband if I am getting more cynical with age, or if I just got wiser and it has gotten harder to impress me. His simple answer: “Yes!” It took a moment to sink in. “You mean both?” He chuckled and nodded. Prince Charming might be on to something, as always.
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Right now in Austria, Switzerland, and in the South of Germany, you will see cows high up in the Alps, hiking on the trails, over bridges and steep hills up to the alpine pastures, where they will be staying all summer long.
When you are married for a long time, you act out the different roles life gives you. We start as friends and lovers, become partners and spouses, and sometimes even caretakers. We make it through weddings and funerals, we celebrate success and we share losses and defeat.
The beggar man and the mighty king are only different in name,
For they are treated just the same by fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow tears,
We’re never sure what’s in store,
So learn your lesson before too late,
Cause life is sweet, tender and complete
When you find the bluebird of happiness.
When my Sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over it
with loving tenderness.
January is almost over and I still haven’t written my review of the year we just left behind. I don’t like walking backward into the future but feel I would if I don’t lay last year down to rest as a memory. It was an eventful year. Twelve months full of challenges, successes, and failures. Great movies and wonderful books were part of my journey, as were plastic bottles and dirty tubs.
I never thought I’d say this,
but I’m glad Christmas comes only once a year.
I’m having a hard time getting to the point
where I am filled with all that good cheer.
Till poverty knocked at her door
She never knew how bare
The uneventful days of those
Who have but want and care.