August Contest Winner!

The contest must of been a little too time consuming as the entries were…none! LOL. So I decided to still give my fine reading family a chance to win the $20 Subway Gift Card and drew an email from our…

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The Right Conditions

Early morning visits to the patio these days produce a certain perspiration. Remember, this girl don’t like to sweat, so time out there is short these days. The weather is also being blamed for the mess the patio is in…

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Clingy

Patio sitting is at the dead dry season now. That doesn’t mean my times of reflection have dried up. Sitting in Gods presence conversing with him from my desk brings plenty to reflect on. True the surroundings aren’t as lovely,…

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Opinions are like _______

As crude as it sounds, it’s true.  The old phrase comes to my mind this morning as I lift my coffee cup. Putting it less crudely, Opinions are like “bottoms” we all have one. The wonderful thing about it is…

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It’s All About Eye Contact

As a young teenage girl, there wasn’t a whole lot to do in our small town but cruise main street. Back then you would of thought gasoline was almost 4bucks a gallon listening to your parents setting rules on wasting gas.…

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I Like My Privacy

A little bit of sunshine is good for the soul, spirit and mind. Taking advantage of that natural vitamin D is always a pleasure! A privacy fence is a must when sunbathing nude!! Keeps those inquisitive peepers at bay. But…

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Help is on the way Dear!!

One, from the many of my favorite lines in Mrs. Doubtfire is “Help is on the way Dear!” Robin Williams was also one of my favorite actors and comedians. My second most loved film of all time is Good Morning,…

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What’s That Smell?

Upon rising, coffee in hand I ventured outside. Walking to the end of the sidewalk I got a whiff of something foul. Unsure of where it was coming from I did a little investigating. After a few minutes, I decided…

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