I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.
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rating: 4 of 5 stars Wow! I just loved this book. A sweet innocent and CLEAN romance between to young people.(think the Notebook, but G rated) You will not read without shedding some tears. The only negative thing would be the way the main characters relationship with and the way she speaks to her mother- But that is the only disagreeable part in the whole book. I loved the strength these young people showed in the book, especially Luke. I enjoyed that the author was very REAL with the book. Very sweet, emotional, and healing.
So I'm not a huge fan of child celebrities, I think their parents must be insane to expose their children that way. I heard this Miley Cyrus (cringe) song on the radio the other day and LOVED it!! So this is my theme song for the week...
A few weeks ago we had some awfully high wind storms here in Weiser. My dear sweet chickens had routinely been harassed by our witchy black cat Onyx from the other side of their chicken wire cage. So I imagine some supernatural forces were at play in this incident. The wind picked up over night and blew their gate open. My very curious chickens made the fatal mistake of coming out of their warm, lighted coop. They were immediately blown out of their fenced in area and out into the cruel, cruel world. If by some miracle they have survived and you see them, walking along the yellow-brink road. Tell them to remember their ruby slipper and just click them together and cluck, " There is no place like home, there is no place like home."
Have you ever been using your computer programs and all of a sudden one of them shows as "Not Responding" and is frozen. Perhaps you have overloaded the computer, asking it to do to many things at once. Sometimes the computer will just seize up and stop-just because. How alike are the computer and the men in our lives! My husband watching a ball game and playing a game on his lap top suddenly goes into "Not Responding" mode when asked to get the baby a glass of milk. Or perhaps he is doing nothing much, just driving and you call him on his phone to have a conversation. You begin chattering away but soon you realize he is "Not Responding". This phenomena often occurs during serious decision making sessions, were you are asking for their incite or opinion. You begin by explaining your point of view, the problem at hand and then end with "So what do you think?" To which the husband will flash you a blank look, which you know means "Not Responding". I am asking other wives if they know where the control, alt, and delete buttons are on husbands so I can unfreeze mine.
“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.” ~Veronica A. Shoffstall
A man without ambition is dead. A man with ambition but no love is dead. A man with ambition and love for his blessings here on earth is ever so alive. ~ Pearl Bailey
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Read this blog at your own risk. In the writing of this blog typos have been made, words may have been scandalously misspelled, and grammar rules have been broken. Often ideas and thoughts come so quickly they are beyond the mundane restrictions of the English language.Critiques are gladly accepted!
Don't Die, My Love by Lurlene McDaniel
