Hump day! They mowed our yard yesterday so now Layla is all broken out. Definitely making a trip to the store for more diaper wipes today.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Morning Geeks. I need to fold laundry today, then pick up DD from school. They get out early on Wed, which I absolutely can't stand. It is so inconvenient.
Morning all! I swear that I am surrounded every day by lawn mowers. On Monday, the house on the corner gets cut. On Tuesdays, Bossman's house is mowed (I work out of the house). On Wednesday's two other neighbors get mowed. Thursdays, Bossman's neighbor gets done. On Fridays, one across the street mows. Saturday, DH mows and so do most of the remaining neighbors. Sundays, there is usually someone else mowing. All I want is a nice quiet day with no yard equipment going.
So, doctors office is advocating for me with insurance. Still no word on what is happening with that. I am trying to be patient (not my strong suit).
Today is trying to get organized around here. Need to finish laundry (only three loads), and sort thru files for shredding. One of my classes starts today and I need to order the books for it.
Hello all. My big plans for the day include getting the dog laundry detergent and meeting SS's mom to return the library book he left at our house.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
There is a new country song out that makes me gag. I don't know the name of it but every time it comes on I shut the radio off. The theme of the song is her childhood sweetheart is getting married and she's consoling her pitiful self by telling herself that she got his first kiss, his class ring, and all the other firsts while his wife will be getting the last kiss, a diamond ring, and the other stuff. She sounds so pathetic I want to punch something.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I haven't heard that song yet. My station runs on a loop & I hear the same 6 songs every day when I'm in the car. Songs have made it to #1 before I've ever even heard them. There is one other country station but they are further away & they fade out in some areas while driving.
I saw your picture in a paper, Honeymoon in Jamaica, she's a lucky girl
You look so grown up in your black tux, from a ball cap in a pick up, seems like another world
You and me and our big dreams, falling in love
We were two kids in the backseat, all fearless and young
I got the first kiss and she'll get the last
She's got the future, I got the past
I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band
I got the boy, she got the man
Yeah there's an old you that I knew,
Fake IDs to get into those spring break bars
Back woods on a four wheel, hanging on tight, I can still feel my racing heart
And now you're cleaned up with a hair cut, nice tie and shoes
If things were different and I had a choice, which would I choose?
I got the first kiss and she'll get the last
She's got the future and I got the past
I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band
I got the boy and she got the man
I got the first kiss and she’ll get the last
We each got something, the other will never have
I got the long hair, hot head
She got the cool and steady hand
I got the boy and she got the man
I got the boy and she got the man
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
She just sounds so pathetic. Even the way it's sung is kind of like a wailing sound.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I haven't heard it NJN. The lyrics don't read badly just like she is reminiscing but if she is wailing then that puts a whole different spin on it.
The song that grates on my nerves is Take Your Time by Sam Hunt. It reminds me of 70s soul music in the beginning when he's chatting her up at the bar. Blech.
It may just be me. I am not a "Let's live in the past person." I have a wonderful husband and family and I know everything that has happened in my life has brought me to where I am. So I am not the one to sit around and reminisce about what could have been. I hate people who spend their whole lives living in the past.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I'm waiting on SS's to call so I can drop off a book and go to Sam's.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
SS's mom never called so I went to Sam's. I got to Sam's and she said she forgot. But I got Layla some All Free and Clear. If it doesn't work I'm blaming you geeks! I also got her baby wipes. And we got accosted by a guy cooking grilled cheese sandwiches who ended up convincing us to buy his butter and bread for grilled cheese. So guess what we're having for dinner tonight?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
SS's mom never called so I went to Sam's. I got to Sam's and she said she forgot. But I got Layla some All Free and Clear. If it doesn't work I'm blaming you geeks! I also got her baby wipes. And we got accosted by a guy cooking grilled cheese sandwiches who ended up convincing us to buy his butter and bread for grilled cheese. So guess what we're having for dinner tonight?
Grilled cheese sounds really good. Haven't had one in a long time.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
He had all kinds of butter and he was just pushing stuff in our face. In a nice way. He had garlic butter, french onion butter, honey butter, vanilla bean butter, cinnamon butter and passion fruit butter. He let us taste them all. He was making grilled cheese out of the garlic butter. SO GOOD. I got some garlic butter and some cinnamon butter.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
It was. He was giving us grilled cheese and waffles... lol yum He wasn't pushy either like they normally are. He was giving us a history of the company. It was really fascinating. We hung around to listen!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I even bought some of the bread. It's interesting. It's called Dave Killer's bread. Look it up on google.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou