Johann Georg Leinberger, 1729 - 1731.
Death blowing bubbles.
Every time I read/view this, I laugh.
Skeletor Affirmations (by ghoulnextdoor)
"WE IMPROVE OURSELVES BY VICTORIES OVER OURSELVES. THERE MUST BE CONTESTS, AND WE MUST WIN."
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Maybe possibly completely in love with this song.
I make playlists as a form of meditation
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Posted on September 21, 2011 | 2 CommentsSo I took the better part of a year to complete the 12 Steps (for codependents). I thought finishing them would crack my life wide open. There were days when […]
Posted on August 23, 2011 | 1 CommentWe listened to a sleep meditation recording as he fell asleep last night, hanging on to me like driftwood. As the faintest snores began to come out of him, I […]
Posted on July 8, 2011 | 2 CommentsI have become an aficionado of science documentaries; a connoisseur of Cosmos, a knower of Nova and a devotee of the Discovery Channel. Because space remains the iron core of […]
Posted on April 15, 2011 | 1 CommentThere I was, trying to get a few things done at my mom’s dining room table, when Melvin arrived to pick up my great-grandmother’s couch. It will be refinished by […]
Posted on January 3, 2011 | 7 CommentsI was all set to do laundry on New Year’s Day. The baskets were loaded, the darks picked clean of stray white socks. Then I happened upon the superstition that […]
Posted on July 2, 2010 | 8 CommentsGrowing up, I remember the phone ringing at the butt crack of dawn on every one of my birthdays. Once, as a teenager, I grouched a little at my mother […]
Posted on February 5, 2010 | 1 CommentMy blogging has been lighter than usual because a couple of weeks ago, I saw my doctor and she told me that my right shoulder is so much lower than […]
Posted on July 2, 2009 | No Comments“When did you get to be so old?” was my mother-in-law’s question when I reminded her what my age would be this year. I am, after all, the child bride […]