Friday, February 08, 2013. Friday, February 01, 2013. My sister, Lorraine, and I used to talk about the rules we grew up with. It was freeing, for both of us, to talk about them. They were rules put on our parents by our church. They believed they were doing the right thing. Lorraine resented them more than I did, probably because she was a couple years older then I and because of our personalities. Well, Lorraine never got over that statement.

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Let us walk down a path together to become more enlightened, to become more fulfilled, to become happier and love this adventure called life.

Getting Back To Getting Back. Do I try and do a wrap up? Apologize to my non-existent audience for being gone so long? Long time no read! I have a ghost .

1 lbs of ground venison. 8 slices of bacon, ground or chopped very fine. 2 eggs, lightly beaten. 1 cup of steel cut oats. 1 115-ounce can of organic diced tomatoes, with liquid. 1 tsp coarse ground pepper. 1 cup chopped green bell pepper. 6 tbs dark brown sugar. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Mix all of the meatloaf ingredients together and place in a greased loaf pan.

Tales, Trails and Connections to Almost Anything. LOST PORTRAIT OF MY FATHER. ACRYLIC ON CANVAS BY CHERYL LYLES SMITH. Today times have changed and few people burn prickly pear. The pear burner was invented in 1914 by John Bunyan Blackwell. A photo of one can be seen at the Bullock Museum website. Here is a close-up of prickly pear cactus so you can see the sharp thorns. Here is a cluster of them together with the red fruit or tuna. SNOW ON THE COAST! December 8, 2017.

Telling stories with words and animations. The job application process illustrated by pop music. Nobody likes to but I really like to cry. Recently I saw an article on Kotaku. Yes, this really achieved nothing of consequence, but this person had an idea and a goal, and he stuck to it. The regular game can get qui.

My view of the natural world. The Call of the Wind. 8220;Individually, we are drop. Together we are an ocean. I love experimenting with slow shutter speed, and grabbed the opportunity when it arose one recent misty morning.

Had someone tried to wrap this gift, it would have been a crazy quilt mish-mash of paper designs; unique snapshots of growing up as one of The Burns Girls. Coincidence that Dad switched years earlier to long-haul truck-driving? The Burn.