Gruesome true life tale of my desktop computer getting so sick I couldn’t make it work anymore. My computer shop fixed it though and I got a laptop after some serious looking around. Woo woo.
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Gruesome true life tale of my desktop computer getting so sick I couldn’t make it work anymore. My computer shop fixed it though and I got a laptop after some serious looking around. Woo woo.
I love my boys, Tigey and Trouble, or Boodles as I call him. My boys are little sweethearts. They tolerate the dog and they are my faithful little watch cats.
Here you are and here you’ll be, learning to shoot ink like a pro. Put your seat belt on now.
2008 is when I joined Squidoo. It’s been a long and perilous journey, often fraught with danger and fatigue. Well, not really. But it has been an interesting journey.
I remember that Great grandma didn’t like kids and chased us with a broom. We laughed like little maniacs while we were running.
When we played cowboys and Indians, we made the neighbor kids be the cowboys. We only wanted to be Indians.
Welcome to my childhood.
I heard this owl probably six months before I actually saw him. Maybe her, I don’t know.
Although I think of him warmly, he is a wild animal, a predator. The Night Eagle is deadly and silent in battle. Fierce also.
Although this is primarily a tale of crime and punishment, dark and unexpected laughs abound in this deadly serious novel. Insanity involving cats weaves a spell of symbolism in a lateral story.
A man in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The venom in the tone of the Berkeley kid was unmistakable. Apparently he didn’t like something I wrote; but he didn’t attack my words, he attacked me and my age. And my picture! I was brought up to not be so rude. I suppose there was a time when I was judgmental about everything and anything, but my God I couldn’t have been as bad as holier than thou Berkeley, where the ivory towers protect the sensitive delicates from the dirty ugly real world, and where righteousness sparkles in the sun.
Truly I’ve always been amazed that the elderly aren’t taken out and shot, especially in the United States, where youth is worshiped and there is no time for anything that’s not moving at top speed.