A Bit About This Blog. A New Level of Insanity. Her face is no longer recognizable. Today change blistered below the epidermis unable to be ignored or unrecognized one moment longer. The Amazing Bouncing Gas Gauge.

But on balance it went really well. And then the CEO showed up. And you know what happened, NOTHING. It was like a normal day to everyone else. What a moron I am. So I go on with my life and my job. I am sure tomorrow something else will make me crazy. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Seeing the worst in every situation. I have to get over this.

A view of life and commercial real estate from Newark and Licking County, Ohio. Monday, May 18, 2015. Those were the days my friend. Those Were The Days My Friend. As excerpted from this post. On the après-eruption recovery at Mount St.

I am available to speak to groups from 5 to 250. Submit your story for the Make a Memory campaign. I dare you! Cassandra King, NY Times Bestselling Author of The Sunday Wife.

This week there are about 20 different pieces of writing floating around my brain and four of them are actually open in windows on my computer, each in a different state of progress. One is a set of notes on something I am researching. One is resting, and one old project keeps tickling my brain asking for me to return. So, using everything I know about writing a.

Something wonderful is about to happen. While I was walking 2 8 15. About 10 minutes before it started pouring . Out with the new,. In with the old .

A blog by Paula J Wray. Hawthorne, Wild and Fair. A bird must have planted the tree. I would have judged the spot too close to the house. But birds and seeds have no such restrictions, and so this wild Hawthorne tree is close enough to the window where I drink my morning cup of tea, I could reach out and touch it without moving from the pillow I lean against on the window seat. Yes, I go to church at Our Lady.