All this time wasted Not speaking All this time hoping It would change There wasn’t much time left But we didn’t know Now you are gone RIP Sandy
Tag: <span>writing</span>
There I was in my workshop, still trying to finish up everything on time, when I thought that listening to a Christmas movie might finally help me to find the Christmas spirit….somewhere.
How about a Christmas Challenge, maybe I will find my missing Christmas spirit somewhere in between reading and posting. 🙂
I am not a big reblogger, but this one deserves it. A good post about religion and acceptance should be in the word press discovery reader. Why is it not?…
I like the idea of being rare, I like it a lot.
I remember Black Fridays that were really black, meaning I had to get up in the middle of the night, when it was pitch black outside. We had to get up that early, so that we arrived at the mall right before it opened. We had to do that, so we could hamster door prices that we didn’t need to begin with.
Friendgiving was a great success, we all had a good time and like every year, I promised myself that I would never eat that much again. Our new neighbors stopped by and we instantly liked them. They have a teenage son and we clicked right from the start. My accent makes people curious and the question, “Where are you from?” is always an icebreaker and often the start of an interesting conversation.
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” ~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Today is not my day. I am tired as a dog, my mood is a little bit on the low side and my temper and sarcasm shouldn’t be tested.
I worked long hours this week, finished a project up and didn’t get too much beauty-sleep and it shows. It shows in my face; I look tired and I can’t wait for my date with the sandman tonight.