just don’t ask me where I’m from. Don’t ask me where I grew up. Don’t ask me anything about a hometown. But what you can ask me is, “How ’bout them spurs?” TIME OUT! WOOT WOOT! Repeat after me “BEST IN THE WEST!” Back on topic: And someplace in my answer you’ll hear the glimmer of...
I’m stretching my arms, sitting up straight, wiggling my fingers and breathing heaps full of the now that is mine; in my room, in my chair, with my dog, and my passions…oh yeah, and some really really great wine that may or may not have the most nostalgic effect on me. The “bloggity blog mojo” playlist sings...
I love my friends, like really, REALLY love my friends. I do. So sue me. Because I scream with joy, with gratitude, with love, with happiness that I am blessed. Good Lord, so blessed. I received a sweet compliment last night. Like really, REALLY sweet. “This is comfortable, being with you.” I’m learning things about...
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