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Another mother doing her best and hoping it is good enough. Also trying to make the world a better place, one Crappy Day Present at a time. Saturday, February 14, 2015. Einstien was smart, Oppenhimer too,.
Do Just About Anything She Wants To. March 19, 2014 in Uncategorized. The process the second time around was more or less the same. January 10, 2014 in Uncategorized. I wrote in January about curly hair, so here, a year later, I thou.
You have the right to say anything you want. I have the right to wince when you do. Aesthetic objections cloaked in fake medical concern? Be sure to pass that on to your kids! Or carbohydrates. Are you going to stop eating it? Not the crucifixion kind. Comments Off on You have the right to say anything you want.
Perpetually hungry and mentally self tortured. Friday, 4 October 2013. Diary of a Silent Lover. I have never been fond of writing, and I have never been an avid reader, but I know how much words influence you and what they really mean to you, so I thought to give it a try. I thought of scribbling down what you are to me. But oh love, you are a lot more to me than words are to you. Yeah, go with the flow.
My Plea on Child Abuse. My Favorite Father Daughter Duo! Important Links and Resources. my own! Read at your own risk! Love to last a Lifetime. Tuesday, August 30, 2016. Wednesday, August 17, 2016. Remember this when you remember me! My fascinat.
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now that you are here, fasten your seat belt for you are now on a jouncy, bouncy, jiggly, wiggly flight. Tuesday, 4 October 2011. Why were we to say farewell,. When we still long to go back on that very trail,. Why was our love to drain,. When your thought still makes my soul to sprain,. Why were our cherished dream to shatter,. When on both ends, the hearts flutter,. Why were we to let go that moment,.