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i have no idea what that means. what does it mean? i wish i knew. i wish my vocabulary was better. english is my first language and i really suck at it. i wish i could improve!!!! catapult.

Posted By debbie On 05.20.2013 @ 10:21 pm

i woke up feeling weakling, and then i got to squeekling, cuz i was weakling, oh how freakling amazing this morning has turned out to be, i just know this is a sign its gonna be a great day, yay, for me having another great day. little did i know weakling was going to wake me up, and get me squeekling, who knew.

Posted By Debbie On 03.03.2013 @ 11:59 pm

weathered by wind weathered by time weathered by worry weathered by stress weathered by cheap cosmetics

Posted By Debbie On 02.21.2013 @ 5:37 am

he tried to sell me this obnoxious component to the stereo that made the entire car reverberate, stressing my eardrums to the max nearly blew them out as the windows rattles and rattled

Posted By Debbie On 02.07.2013 @ 8:22 pm

July is one of my favorite months. My daughter was born in July and she is the joy of my life. I also don’t have to work in July and I can enjoy my summer vacation.

Posted By Debbie On 12.08.2012 @ 8:52 am

Dark times. Always trying to move forward. Learn from your experiences. Move forward. History. Antiques.

Posted By Debbie On 11.28.2012 @ 5:55 pm

to go forward, many people think fort worth is forth worth, some people may think this is a number before five, it sort of rhymes with worth, sally forth, go forward,

Posted By debbie On 10.22.2012 @ 5:10 pm

It was never really possible before. Only when she thought about it logically. She never would have guessed it would ever be possible. But life changes – that’s for sure. Her life had taken so many twists and turns through the years. And now – possibilities abounded for her.

Posted By Debbie On 10.06.2012 @ 12:42 pm

Honestly there isn’t anything in which you need approval. Once you’re fixed on something that you want to do -doesn’t even matter what it is, you should do it. Well, just as long as your not hurting anyone but you know that’s a different story. Only person that needs to approve anything about your life is yourself.

Posted By Debbie On 08.11.2012 @ 3:01 pm

The fuse box was in the basement and really did have fuses. Not breakers, but the screw in, glass top, old-fashioned kind of fuses. She’s known how old the house was when she bought it, but this just confirmed it. Smiling, she reached for the box of extra fuses that was on top, and replaced the blown one.

Posted By Debbie On 07.23.2012 @ 11:27 am

The science of things are very hazy. A way to do things, actually. The science of living, the science of waking up. The science of how to make that omelet for breakfast without burning it to bits. There’s a beautiful science to everything; sometimes they don’t need to figured out.

Posted By Debbie On 07.06.2012 @ 10:40 am

The railroad track run behind my house. Just on the other side of the wimpy fence the landlord put in. It might keep a chicken in, if it was a fat chicken. The tracks always worried me, what with the kids being so young. I remember my own attaction to them when I was a young child.

Posted By Debbie On 07.03.2012 @ 2:00 pm

The mayor paced back and forth in his office. Election results were still coming in, and it was really close. He’d been the mayor almost all of his adult life. It was unthinkable that he could lose his job. Not only that, but to her. She wasn’t even one of them.

Posted By Debbie On 06.15.2012 @ 11:41 am

What the hell? Cathedral? What am I supposed to do with that! I could write something like – the cathedral had a hushed interior, smelling of mold and old books. You could just tell that mildewy fabric was hidden somewhere close.

Posted By Debbie On 06.14.2012 @ 11:50 am

I think that standing me up on Saturday was the last straw. I’m usually pretty easy going about these things, but after three broken dates in a row, I was getting pretty angry. This was a special date, in particular. One for which I had a new dress, and gotten my nails done.

Posted By Debbie On 06.13.2012 @ 11:30 am

The brief was in my folder and ready to go. I took a deep breath to steady myself and then walked much more confidently than I felt up the steps to the courthouse. This would be the first time I went before a judge by myself, for my client. This judge was supposed to be one of the nicer ones, I hoped.

Posted By Debbie On 06.12.2012 @ 1:43 pm

We were switching cars when I saw the dent. It wasn’t really a dent, so much, and a few scratches. In my new (to me!) car door. Probably a shopping cart in a parking lot, but who knows what it will cost. Then my husband saw it.

Posted By Debbie On 06.11.2012 @ 6:22 pm

Her nest was so small I almost missed it. Right on the front porch, under the eaves. She was a Mourning Dove. I knew she’d been hanging around for awhile, but when I realized she had a next in the porch ceiling, I started paying more attention to her.

Posted By Debbie On 06.09.2012 @ 6:07 pm

We chat. Alot. But really not about much that’s important. We even chat via instant messages when we’re in the same room. I think it’s the contact we need to maintain. That connection between us. We’re apart so much and we need to be together much more.

Posted By Debbie On 06.08.2012 @ 11:56 am

It’s teh same old grind every day. Get up, eat breakfast, let the dogs out. There’s no variance, no surprises. Almost no surprises. Sometimes one of the dogs has a little present for me. Otherwise, no surprises. So I do it over and over. I think, no, I KNOW that my life is groundhog day!

Posted By Debbie On 06.07.2012 @ 11:50 am

Jelly fish. Or is it jellyfish. We saw some of those at the aquarium yesterday. I had no idea there were so many kinds, or that they got so big. My friend was amazed, and said that even in her country, there must be many kinds of jellyfish.

Posted By Debbie On 06.06.2012 @ 11:31 am

The cap and gown hung on a hanger in the bedroom. It was a long time coming. Three kids, two marriages, and she’d lost track of how many moves. Fingering the fringe of the scarf, a sigh escaped her.

Posted By Debbie On 06.04.2012 @ 7:19 am

baseball cap you wear on your head. good for bad hair days can support a team you love or show you went to a game. can be something to remember a special moment or a way of showing you love someone by giving them something from a team they support. can be advertising for a business keep the sun out of your eyes.

Posted By Debbie On 06.03.2012 @ 1:19 pm

I never thought we would convict. The nine of us sat in the jury deliberation room, stunned I don’t think any of us saw this coming. The evident, when taken as inividual pieces, really didn’t make a case. But as a whole – that’s where the case was made.

Posted By Debbie On 06.01.2012 @ 12:10 pm

I don’t want any more hassles. Really. I think I’ve had enough. I want one day to go swimmingly. Magnificently. Or at lease hassle free. I think there might be a haiku in there. Anyway, I don’t want any more issues, or problems, or upsets, or inconveniences.

Posted By Debbie On 05.31.2012 @ 11:17 am

I want to disregard the words spoken by my father that were so hurtful !

Posted By Debbie On 05.13.2012 @ 4:46 pm

shorthand, what is this a short hand or is it a writing form. Hmmmmm, I wonder if it were a person with a shorthand if they would have a short foot, or short body, or short finger. Maybe they could be a short-order cook. haha. Sometimes it can be a shorttime rather than a short hand.

Posted By debbie On 05.08.2012 @ 6:53 pm

The shiny silver amulet dangled from the princess’s neck. It gleamed in the moonlight, like her shiny golden hair. She stroked the amulet to give her luck. She took a deep breath and began to climb the mountain. She hoped she had enough strength to get to the top.

Posted By Debbie On 04.29.2012 @ 9:50 am

Oh, how I need a lift, and the best way to get a lift, is to give one. I am talking a spiritual lift. It is Sunday, how many people are going to church to get a lift from the Lord. I am for sure, and thankfully I have the faith to know that my only lift is from the Lord.

Posted By Debbie On 02.26.2012 @ 5:30 am

white. but I can color. I am in charge. I can paint, wallpaper, draw write on these walls. Me. I can surround myself with beauty and creativity. I am the one who can get out of my own way. They don’t have to stay white. I bring the color. The color to my world.

Posted By Debbie On 02.07.2012 @ 3:09 pm