Friday, December 27, 2013. Esther Williams and a chinchilla. There is no way you can not smile. Friday, December 20, 2013. Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties. Friday, December 13, 2013. Friday, November 29, 2013. Friday, November 22, 2013. Bette Davis was so striking as a blonde! .

Too much, too fast. Is the love gone? Filed under The Husband. Bleach filled every gasp of air. The fluorescent lights transformed everyone into ghosts, blending the healthy visitors in with the pasty residents a horror movie in action. My footsteps echoed in the long hallway, my heels clicking a slow beat on the floor as I approached room 319. Mama, are we there yet? My mot.

MY THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT ARE AS FOLLOWS. A first for first days. TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Looking at the clock I realized I had to rush if I wanted to stop and grab a biscuit on the way to work. I grabbed my purse, ran out the door, dug out my keys and then stopped dead in my tracks.

Friday, May 16, 2014. Well, Mother Nature cooperated long enough for us to set up, although they had to move my spot due to flooded and muddy fields. Talk about sore muscles! Anyway. the torrential rains are passing and tomorrow promises to be a great day.

An archive of my short fiction. Tuesday, February 5, 2013. Several nights later, I began to get the phone calls. A voice over the line,. Voice, whispering the warning I would come to know so well. Followed by a click, and then silence. She was the girl who had been. And fate decided he would belong to no one.

OK here is the deal with foaling out a mare, NO two are EVER the same! I know it sounds stupid but I swear my Big Boy was leading her. Because that is what I do. It is what I believe to be right. So this week I have learned a lesson. That is what I do.

On this thanksgiving day I want to share the story of the death of a great and beloved dog. Some readers will know Aktis from earlier posts or from my book. He was an 85-pound German shepherd; we brought home on the day he was weaned from his mother, 11. He died this Halloween, under a cold starry sky framed by 100-foot conifers looming overhead. Would I care to try my luck at getting it. It was a game of risk.

Come on, Piglet, said Pooh. Oliver, July 29, 2011. As I reported in my post Life Postponed. I finally did get in to see a surgeon on February 21 for a consult. He promised to call the following week to set up gall bladder surgery sometime in the near future. It may be a more expensive way, but it will be OVER! .