I was searching for a new vacuum cleaner, my old one had finally died, after years of abuse in my workroom. I was searching online, hoped to find a new cheap, upright-suction-wonder machine that would help me to shrink the cushion inserts.
Tag: <span>questions</span>
Religion made the word DOUBT a bad word. “Don’t doubt what I tell you, child. Believe what I say.” Isn’t it like saying, don’t you dare question anything, because I don’t have any answers?
Santa brought me a tablet for Christmas. Furthermore, this year Santa tried to be very sneaky and he used the Amazon account of a good friend instead of our own, to hide his tracks from Mrs. Santa.
I am a very private person; I don’t even post a picture of me on my blog. What doesn’t make any sense because I am outgoing and outspoken; I haven’t met a stranger in my life. I talk to everybody about almost everything. I go toward people -I don’t hold back. Still, I keep a wall of privacy around me.
I learned about great philosophers in school, and lots of what they had said didn’t make any sense to me back then. I felt intimidated by their wisdom and their profound way of thinking. What did they have what I didn’t? Was it their age, or were they just born with a deeper understanding of everything around them?
Willow, over at Willow’s Corner started to ask questions and invited me to participate. I agreed -not knowing what I would get myself into. Some of the questions are fun to answer; some are private. I wish I could “tag” Cee, Joanne, Lisa, and others. (Hey, guys…get the hint?)
What one thing are you really glad you did yesterday?
I tried a recipe that I didn’t want to cook at first, because it just didn’t sound right. A good friend had sent it to me and yesterday I finally decided to make it, just so that she would leave me alone.
Oh Boy is it time already? Is my time up? Does that mean last year was the last year on this wonderful, crazy planet or does it mean this year is the last year of my life? Now I am all confused. Maybe I read the question wrong. Nope, it says “from the last year of your life” very confusing.
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-old, “What does love mean?”
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.