• "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" --Mary Oliver

  • Your biggest challenge isn't someone else. It's the ache in your lungs and the burning in your legs, and the little voice inside you the yells, "can't!" But you don't listen; you just push harder and then you hear the voice whisper "can" and you realize the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are.
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Friday, January 30, 2009


Does the neighbor do the trash can complaint thing?
You put your trash cans out to early, that looks bad.
You don't bring in your trash cans in soon enough, that looks bad.

I'm in need of a massage right now. lol.
When the horses are done at your place can you bring them to mine? Haah. Remember Fred in the backyard?
Miss you girl - will call you this weekend.

There is apparently a very small window in which one is allowed to put one's garbage cans out unless you want the old lady across the street PUTTING AWAY YOUR TRASH CANS. I kid you not. She used to always throw our newspaper behind the hedge, too- it was so uncouth of us to let it lie in the middle of the walkway ALL DAY LONG!

Aw, Fred drinking out of the spa. That got K like a whole nother year in your graces. A pity that.

Heh, puts a whole other spin on the "keeping the stable full" metaphor. hee haw. hee haw.

A. ;)

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