Friday, April 11, 2014. B longz timez wiffoutz bloggy. It b longz timez dat I dunt bloggiez. MY hoomin bean an ME couldent getz 2 MY bloggie dasybordz. OK? MY hoomin beanz fixeded it we tinks. OK? So I showz U allz somez new pikturez. OK? I witez morez afferz I knoweded dar diz bloggie ting b OK. Monday, November 4, 2013. 2-Dayz B BwogBwastz fir Peeze. OK? Diz b MY BwogBwastz fir Peeze tingie. Diz b MY hoomin beanz BwogBwastz fir Peeze tingie.

Evander Holyfield came to it. Before the ceremony, w.

Thursday, November 06, 2008. Hard for me to believe, but my boy was born 13 years ago today. Now go ahead and tell me that this is not the cutest little angel who ever lived. Tuesday, July 29, 2008. Uh, yeah, it was rush hour- 6pm. As the anniversary approaches, t.

Friday, September 6, 2013. So, Whatcha Been Up To? Free to a good home. He was restless, he complained, he wanted something to do. His retirement was my curse to bear, but it soon turned into a blessing. The cash-strapped Post Office offered VERY SMALL INCE.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010. Went out to visit Mrs. He wanted to see the miracle appliances for himself. Was happy to see him and to be given the chance to show off the wonderful things that had come into her life. He had her retell him how she got up and found everything there . T been awaken by any noise during the night. Thought that was really weird since when they put the new hot water heater in the jail half the town could hear the racket the plumber made.

Weeds are flowers too - once you get to know them. Monday, February 01, 2016. Apparently someone on the Interweb left this thing plugged in. And here I thought Blogger was slain by Facebook. I may have to blow the dust off my keyboard and write something. If I can scrape the rust off my brain. Thursday, July 25, 2013. Well, a goodly nu.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008. ANYWAY, I have to plant some flowers in the messy flower bed today, good for next year. Maybe I should weed a bit? You can see I am ready for Art Trail, Open Studio weekends in.

January 23, 2013 by jnyfritz. April 24, 2012 by jnyfritz.

The End Of An Era. When I was a little girl, I drew. Anything and everything I could not have at that given time, but could imagine in my dreams. I drew with pencils on paper. I drew my first apartment, the clothes I wanted, the future I imagined. The way I wanted to look. I became absolutely proficient at drawing horses, as their romantic symbolism fueled my young mind. Work and carrier took over. Living took over to some degree as well. And then, many years later, whe.