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This is food. Sustenance. Pasta, fish, flat iron steak. Then there are the sauces that enhance these foods, like herbs and sauces. The best part is the feelings that form while creating and eating these substances, like satisfaction, fullness, peace, happiness and then sleepiness if it’s a pound of pasta. Cookbooks provide the guidelines to cooking these substances, the beautiful palette of mixtures that create the dish. Ahhhh.Posted By Terri On 08.08.2012 @ 12:36 pm
Silver ris the color of the hair of a wise and mature woman. She has spent years with Amanda wearing a silver ring to attest of her true love. The silver of the ring does not tarnish, nor doe the love for each other in that marriage. They have grown to love more deeply. She has mich to share about her love as she is gracefully aging. How was she able to do it all those years? What was her magic? Is there a silver lining that she can share with all of us so that we, too, can mature to the beautiful silver haired person we are meant to be?Posted By Terri On 04.28.2012 @ 11:37 am
I like posters they have pretty pictures and colours of unicorns and other pretty things.. I like to hang posters but not with sticky tack because that stuff really sucks. That blue crap gets stuck really bad in carpets and is hell to clean but what’s worse to hang posters with is that red tuck tape.. man try to get that off the walls.. impossiblePosted By Terri On 04.26.2012 @ 9:02 pm
try and say the exact thing give it the right name and the right flavor color shade species the way it fits into everything else between each other not this one, that one, keep making words that mean something smaller something you can google once and get the right thing something you get an A+ thesis sentence on something that doesn’t give a vague response.Posted By terri On 03.02.2011 @ 6:31 pm
Charge…how do you stop an elephant from charging? You take away his credit card. Since I do not have any credit cards…I will talk about elephants. Elephants are amazing animals who are very intelligent and have incredibly long memories. They live in communities and care for their young, almost like humans.Posted By Terri On 02.12.2011 @ 1:36 pm
I once had a darkroom. I was quite the freelance photographer, I sure got around. My pictures weren’t great, but it was a creative outlet that really let me free my spirit. My young twenties were years of crazy parties, adventures, and lots of blurry photographs.Posted By terri On 02.02.2011 @ 2:39 pm
I love cooking with recipes :) They make sure you create the perfect meal. :) I dont know what this thing will tell me after I write about recipes…maybe it will say how old I am. That’s why I wrote like a ten year old. I even added smiley faces for some dramatic effect. Now I get to write double because I fucked up. Oh dear…pause. I really have nothing else to say about recipes, this thing is ticking me off. WHY WONT YOU END. JUST END!… I think recipes symbolize shakespeare class. IT SHOULD JUST END… now….or now…Posted By Terri On 01.18.2011 @ 3:38 pm
Sports, sports, sports. My entire childhood was filled with sports. And I hated it! I had three brothers and one sister and they were all very active in various sports. I, on the other hand, preferred reading a book or playing with my dolls. I hated having to go watch them play all of there stupid games, sometimes 3 in a week.Posted By Terri On 01.17.2011 @ 10:18 pm
He squatted on the balcony, peering intently at the small gas grill, trying to see if the meat was done. It would have been easier to tell if he had a light, but he was stubborn and didn’t like to take her suggestions, didn’t like to admit she might have a good idea.Posted By terri On 05.11.2009 @ 1:57 pm
This corner is safer than that corner. Warmer, drier, and it even has food.
What are you doing over there?
My corner is better than your corner, because it has resources and is sustainable. We’ll never die over in this corner.
But look at you, over there, struggling to make your way in such a small, unforgiving space.
Why are you not doing it right?
Somebody needs pitying here.
I think it is you.Posted By Terri On 09.12.2009 @ 7:22 pm
The tear in her eye glistened in the sunlight. As she quietly sobbed her story to me. I was unsure how I felt about her at that moment, but I knew my presence was important. It was likely the most powerful moment in my day, so far. I would be telling this story to my family later tonight.Posted By terri On 07.05.2009 @ 7:30 am