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
Saturday, Dec. 18, 2004 - 12:48 a.m.
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Too Slired to Teep
Yeah well, I was going to write a BRILLIANT entry. With millions of photos. To show up Onewetleg who has been telling about our adventures on diaryland here while I work, and I thought, yeah! She is stuck up in the air in a huge AIRPLANE and I am here on the ground in front of my puter and I will post a gazillion photos of fun and games and EAT YOUR HEART OUT ONEWETLEG!!!
And I am so tired I could puke.
Before I was so hungry I could puke. But I didn't. I ate.
The lentil soup that she made here... mmmmm. And then a grilled cheese (so I had to unzip my pants... too full tummy).
Now if I could only deal with the tired in 15 minutes or less.
But it won't happen, so I am going to take a little napsy before I get some work done (and two pages of comics uploaded... yes I am LATE LATE LATE!!... and someone noticed and wrote me a note in my comments on my site, dang!!).
So, yeah, she'll probably get home, get from the airport, romp in the hay with tman, drink a coupla beers and STILL manage to update before me.
Or not. Hehe. She has to work in the morning. zzzz.
See y'all later
wenchieola
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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
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