Thursday, March 7, 2013. I have an attitude issue today. I did not want to get out of bed. Wednesday, March 6, 2013.

The day has finally come for me to say Good-bye. I have knots in my stomach because I have mixed feelings about this challenge ending. I was challenged to write whatever I wanted and people were able to leave a comment if they liked or disliked my writing. I also had the opportunity to learn about other people and enjoy their writing. Different slices everyday inspired me to.

I was blessed to have a childhood full of memories growing up. It is always great to come across a scent that brings me back to childhood. There are two main ones which stick out for me, St. Anytime I get the chance to go back there really starts the weekend off on the right note. I am certain the latter of the two scents will be a topic of a slice later this month as we near the best season of the year, track season. Taking the physical aspect of hear.

I think my first blog was about getting our family photos taken. I wanted to share just a few photos with you. My mother had wanted these pictures taken for a long time. That day was a beautiful day. Everything went well! It was a long day but being with everyone was worth it.

This is usually not a challenge, but today I was obsessed with everything meat.

Congratulations to everyone who completed the challenge. My first slice, I was nervous. I might just be back to blog about my Thailand trip this summer. My heart goes out to them as they cope.

Discovery of Healthy Mind and Body. However, life comes into play and sometimes it sweeps me off my feet.

They invited me in with open arms from the get go. We have a lot of fun. While still getting the job done. This class is dedicated, mature and intelligent too. They all go together and work well as a team. So thank you to Ms. For making my afternoons with you be such a joy! March 26, 2015.

Life as seen through the eyes of an avid dreamer. Tuesday, April 7, 2015. Houghtfully, I inhale scent of fresh lemon and sip at my tea. Nderstanding my need to continue, I reach for my writers notebook. Without inhibition, I write, knowing that my. Haring will come naturally, without concern. Riven by a replenished desire, I do. I write, and I read. Ou will be here too.