A Recipe for a Great Mom. Mix ingredients together and you will have my mom. Who needs a massage everyday. Who gives hugs and kisses. Who would like to see me have a girlfriend. Kind, Joyful, Sweet.

Once I touched a rose that was so smooth. Like dew light slid off its petals. Of one who loves a paradox. Designed to deconstruct the beauty of smooth-. Things and cold as spilled milk on a dark. Table Intrigued I touched this dark. Rose, its soft tissue fading, a work. Bitter beneath my hand and yet so smooth. O how I long to forget, so smooth, your dark work.

The full moon comes soon. Twice this month is nice. This blood moon makes us swoon. 169; Rebecca Sanchez 2018. Yes, I did rhyme syzygy, look it up.

Bite size servings of pun, fun and wisdom to spice up your world! My posts are coming very far between. I think of you my blog friends. I feel like I kept you hanging. Thank you for hanging around though. It has been a crazy schedule and let me share to you how crazy it is, here. I need to inventory my life. I am sorry that I need to say farewell to this refuge and to you my blog friends. But thank God, He is always there to comfort me.

Old Cars, Windows, and Doors. Monday, March 12, 2018. Week 10 - 2018 in Photographs. The week I was suppose to be posting before I realized I had not posted week 9. More images of an icy Eagle Lake. Day 78 - Baldy from Eagle Nest Lake.

All the 11 tablets and the envoi all 3,900 lines are complete, though some polishing remains. RT has begun assembling a master electronic file.

ಗ ಳ ಯರ ಕನ ನಡ ಬ ಲ ಗ ಗಳ. Relativity, Uncertainty ಮತ ತ ನ ನ . 24,121 All Time Views.

Friday, December 9, 2011. Life as I now know it. Well it has been awhile since I have posted. Isabel is beautiful, growing like a weed! She is just the most wonderful little girl ever! August I started feeling bad, with some aches and pains, fatigue. To make a long story short, I have recently been diagnosed with fibromyalgia. , ruling out some other things, but this is what the rheumatologist feels it is. To be honest with you it just sucks! Wednesday, July 27, 2011.

Notepad Scribblings of a Hobby Poet. For the Memoir in Poetry, part 2. This is my greatest accomplishment, that I keep going; yet not in my own strength but that of Another. Could be fatal, they said. And there I lay, diseased and.