I Speak Spanish to God, Italian to Women, French to Men and German to my Horse - Charles V. I am finally became Boss. php? I am finally became Boss. Hundreds of lovely woman will be glad to get a letter from you.

Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way. May 4, 2013 4 Comments. I stepped into the machine with trepidation. It buzzed and whirred until a satisfying beep followed. May 3, 2013 2 Comments.

Writing blog about absolutely ANYTHING. In battle, there are two kinds of people. The strong fighter in the front and his weaker counterpart slightly behind. This is the expected stance because the fighter will protect his brethren; the weaker one is then free from the possibility of danger. How about you? This post was an Inspiration Monday.

A stale slice of bread with the heart cut out. She squinted hard to unsee it, but there it was on her plate like the slice that was her life. Cold, heartless, lacking warmth Did she deserve it? The wind rattled outside, the last of the logs was smoldering, it will be dark soon darker and colder. For the uninitiated, in case y.

It is the deepest sleep, that draws us to the conclusion of our story. It is our inevitable reward, that we find ourselves at this moment when we are pushed to the end and its time to go, time to sleep. How did i get here though? December 6, 2012. The road stretches out before me, visions of my life engulf me in a tornado of madness. Am I crazy? I stand in a vast valley. No path, no sound. But through this dreary vale, i see a light.

January 27, 2013 by MyWordsWhisper. I have held a number of jobs throughout the years. One of my favorites was as a waitress at a small restaurant in my hometown. The Enchanted Trail Restaurant was a place to grab a quick bite while catching up on the latest town news, a local hangout for teenagers, and the perfect place to hone my people and work skills for the future. I held back tears and replied I didn.

Thirty Nine Year Old literary virgin! My Mixed Up Creative Mind. May 3, 2011 6 Comments. I am in the throws of changing my career. I no longer want to be a web developer, I want to to be a writer. I am nearly 40 and want to make positive steps towards a new career before my 40th birthday. My head is now full of opinions, stories, anecdotes and literary musings. I want to release them on an unsuspecting public.

My non-dramatic, non-happening life! And just like that, it really happened. Are we all sexists then? My race against time. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.