Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
�
Tuesday, May. 02, 2006 - 10:44 p.m.
WARNING!!!! if you know me personally, you may read my diary, but if you do, you take the chance of hearing things you don't want to know, misunderstanding what I've written and being hurt by it. If you are unsure if it is ok to read, save yourself and me the grief and heartache, and ask first!!! Please note that this is a DIARY, ie my subjective feelings, hearsay, suppositions, and outpourings of ranting of the moment. It does not represent objective news, the whole of what I think of a topic or someone, or even a thought-out representation of any of the above. Keep that in mind. Thanks. * Here is a Diary Etiquette Read Me.
Dance Doughboy Dance
OK, this is just goofiness.
I am not sure if this doughboy page is actually the one where you can make a dance, or if you have to click on a "make your own dance" button to get to the page, but go do it. It is very silly. Make the pillsbury doughboy get down, yeah.
Do it. do it. do it.
It is pure silliness.
Here it is raining and horrid and cold. After a gorgeous weekend (yes I fucked around with my emotions by hanging around artsyguy and his kids ALL weekend and no he doesn't kiss me or touch me or anything sexy anymore just friendly and then I feel like crying or often do, i am a sucker for pain i am yes i am) it is horridly yucky out. Even yesterday was mostly sunny and wonderful with no wind.
But today it is cold and icky and rainydrizzly and you need the dancing doughboy.
I know you do.
go to it.
yeah
bye
me
wenchie
5 People have left cute, callous or caring comments on the wench's wordiness!!
Leave yours too!!
Go to "notes" instead of comments
ps, you'll need to email me for a username and password
�
previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
�
