My musings.........my thoughts.........my self
hehehe... thank you, Larry :)
That's a Gary Puckett/Union Gap song, isn't it? (Kidding. Well done.)
I get this one!! Woot!
Music to my ears...
Rick - I was hoping someone would hear the music. Thanks!as - there's hope for you, yet :)i. vad. - get to strummin' : )
DAMN KIDS! STAY OFF MY LAWN!
Jean - I left a link to the Wednesday Haiku on my blog today (I'm home with a cold, not too bad, but bad enough where I can't fly).
Dave - now you're being an old fart :)Thanks, Scully!Hope you feel better soon...
jean this should be required reading for 12 year olds who want to be thirty. im glad i was raised in a time where little girlds were content to be a children and had no notion of rushing to get to a place that there was going to be plenty of for the rest of life grrrherhahaha know what i mean? of course you do.nice job! and sparky is cute...an open face filled with expectation "whatarewegonnadotoday?!"...yes i damn near broke my neck. i have a space aged contraption around my neck ..im ready for halloween howwwwwwwl! long recovery ahead...somehow im still relatively cheerful. maybe because i can use my arms...that'll do it every time.good to see ya jean!
I've missed something...I can tell.Pictures of Sparky?Broken necks?Dang! So little time to get to all these places and find out the facts!(just the facts, mam)
COOL DOG!Kind'a looks like ol' Gus, the fella that got my Beanie knocked up and gave us Dasher who turns seventeen this December.
she - thanks for the kudos, dear.Glad to see you. Hope your long recovery goes smoothly.Berry - I knew you'd take a shine to Sparky. He is a sweetie.
Do all women go through that, in their youth. Or is it just the precocious few? Being male, I had no such thing in my youth. But I ponder these things. And, since you mentioned it...
Doom - all women? No. My sisters and I were naive for a long time.But, that was another generation. Environment and upbringing have changed a lot, sadly.Not that there were no precocious youth in our generation, but I would say a smaller percentage than now.
My son spends a lot of time looking in the mirror, not at his clothes or hair, but to see if his ab exercises are working. Boys and girls are sooooo different.
S. P. - I had a boyfriend, for about a year and a half, who had five sons. Different is one word for them. But, I'm more than sure your son would not be at all like them.
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