Like a downpour, but the scent and the few drops dry up before anyone notices. The studio quickly promotes the weekend-weatherman. He simply moves away after waiting on rain for six more months.

How To Make Your Kid Shut Up and Listen. He filled these hole punches with rings that should go on a finger. I stopped the young man to ask him if they hurt much. Know what he said? I looked at my little Petal.

We got to his place and his dog met us at the end of the driveway. I guess in that big silence he could hear the engine coming from a mile away. He left the dog to sleep on the front porch. 8220;Can I get you something to drink? 8221; he asked me. Before I could answer, he crossed the tile floor to his kitchen. I could barely see his mouth for his beard.

My heartfelt words pour on. Thursday, August 20, 2009. even the layout of this blogspot is different. Coping and lotsa learning to do. I also wana a baby boy! Respect my blog,cos its not urs. Saturday, August 8, 2009. It hurts, yes it did.

Just a cup of Gie. It had been a good ten years until recently I decided I wanted more. Unfortunately Blogspot no longer matches up to Wordpress where blogging interface is almost idiot-proof. Plus, WP offers much more desirable blog themes. So there, my new address is www. Posted in cest ma vie. If life gives you lemons, make tequila shots. Poached eggs with corned beef.