I never thought about myself as being a hypocrite. I am not one of the people, who act like they care about the environment, but go around littering all over the place. I am a straight shooter -so to speak- I say what I mean and worse, I mean what I say.
A kid asked the other day, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?”
“We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,” I informed him. “All the food was slow.”
Finally, the warm weather has stopped and now it’s winter, the way it is supposed to be here in Ohio. Thick flakes have been falling to the ground all morning long and the driveway and walkway are covered with a blanket of snow.
One day I came home and I wasn’t a happy camper at all. That day somebody had made fun of me in school and I felt small, ugly and misunderstood. I was too tall and way too thin. I looked like a spider, with long limbs that I would grow into a few years later. A few kids had made fun of me that day, they had laughed about me and it hurt.
The last day of my quote challenge is probable the easiest one, because it’s a quote I try to live by every day.
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There was a time in my life, when I thought about the past a lot. I sat there for hours, days and weeks, trying to find the answers to all the questions that I had. I wanted answers and explanations about many things that had happened in my life, but most of all about my parents. I was convinced that many things would be different, if my past would have been different.
Jacqueline from “A cooking pot and twisted tales” invited me to the 3 quotes series a while back. “Thank you Jacqueline” and I am very sorry for the delay, but I have been a busy little bugger.
We were invited to a wedding a few weeks back and we were standing there with the happy couple, when the young bride smiled at her husband and said “He makes me so happy.”
Finally, they are going to widen our horizon and offer now new online classes, especially for educated people, who still use the old common sense. All guess what? All ages are welcome!
Time is flying lately. It seems like every time I turn around there is another week gone. It was just summer, now it’s fall and I know that once again, I will be surprised by how quickly the Holiday season will be here.
My blogging friend Calensariel wrote a beautiful post about why she loves and continues to write >>>I write because<<<. It’s beautiful, well worth reading and it left me wondering about my own motivation. We all have different reason why we write and I was wondering what were mine? The love to write is one thing, but why do I share it with the world – well, part of the world anyway?