Saturday, March 10, 2018. Maybe hold focus groups, meetings at which a lot of church ladies with clipboards twist their pearls into a knot and look concerned.

Awarded Best Mom and Best Cook since 2005. There, I said it. Not just for any truck. No, I want the Toyota Tacoma. I have wanted a Toyota Tacoma since I was in college. I have also moved more times than I want to admit in the last 8 years. Every time I do, I wish I had a truck. 8221; or I talk to the driver.

Exploring and learning to move forward, not backward. One of the issues in any attempt at self-improvement and self-knowledge is the enormity of the task. I know it keeps me from doing anything because getting from Goal Point A to Goal Point B seems more like dog paddling across the Pacific Ocean.

but it needs to be said. BEWARE OF FOUL LANGUAGE AND ADULT CONTENT. Thursday, November 14, 2013. Everyone has opinions and opinions rarely coincide with fact.

Wrote This Two Years Ago. I believe there is more out there than what they say there is. I do believe they pull the strings and we simply act in accordance. However, I wonder if I can continue to believe one way, and attempt to act another.

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. Alter Ego, Writing as Natalie M. Originally posted on Bleeding Heart Blog.

Monday, September 19, 2011. 8220;Only when the last tree has died, and the last river has been poisoned, and the last fish has been caught, will we realize that we cannot eat money. We are in the midst of downsizing, getting ready to retire and travel. Wednesday, August 31, 2011.

Monday, 15 October 2012. An interesting thing about WC blog is that one of the most frequent pings I get is on this 50 things meme I did back in 2008. I stole it from Sideon. Sunday, 31 October 2010.

Thursday, June 23, 2011. A lot in the last seven months. There is a moral to it. Another Friday went by with no bad news. Big Bit was more stoic at this funeral, but for the second time in a month he got to see his boyhood p.

You may kiss my paw. Drying slowly and smelling slightly of feline bile. Mimsy was not happy, but she took it in stride. Until she found another wet pile smack dab on her red notebook.