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A ride through the zany mind of a menopausal woman from Tucson, Arizona. enjoy! Sunday, April 17, 2011. The world seems to look different through menopausal eyes. I had been told by a couple of people that you can become depressed without hormones. I guess I thought I would make it through as I always had, sometimes by the skin of my teeth. Lately it seems harder to find the good in anything. I am not giving up on it, by any means. Obviously, the great depression.
This blog and I are located in Tucson, Arizona and this is a collection of my favorite shoes from an online store called endless. Monday, May 9, 2011.
Man macht sich ein Bild. Das bewohnte Haus - ei der Daus! Zimmer - das Gegenteil von Schlimmer! Mein Reimzentrum ist noch nicht aktiviert, sorry! Desweiteren geb ich gerne zu, dass die Bilder leider allesamt mit eher minderwertiger Qualität bestechen. Die ganze Geschichte hier zu e.
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Monday, June 13, 2011. Each generation has something valuable to offer. Each generation has something valuable to offer to society. Starting back from hundreds of generations ago when the wheel was invented. Cars, roads, skyscrapers, toaster ovens? If none of these had come to be what would our world be like? Look at what all the generations before us who were told the same thing accomplished.
Monday, August 10, 2015. And to make it even sweeter - my brother came with his girlfriend Stacey - who we all met for the first time. We met in Cleveland which is just about half way between our locales. And it was awesome! The seals were a big hit with both kids. The zoo was less crowded this time so we got a closer look and were able to spend more time at each exhibit.
Sunday, January 3, 2010. This is not a poem,. The poem is elsewhere,. Look here no more,. Tuesday, December 15, 2009. Waited for the bus in the. A dim reminder, cracking. Trees, crunch of snow. Packed into ice, 1. Meadow, the few cars that. Pass, all focused on the. Road ahead, bus arrives,. I enter, cold and waiting. Sunday, December 6, 2009. Motionless, a fear,.