stolen from about 4 diffrent blogs but fun all the same not sure it will work
have a fun friday
seeya hugya *G*
ya got it to work!
I washed my hair this morning and didn't really do anything with it. The end product? I look like a wet doggy! It's kinda cute, but I think my boss will say something about it.
I'm itching to tell the glorious news.
And hesitate until the ink's dry.
What the heck, I'll take the plunge! In follow-up to the blessed studio signaled by a chiming bell, I met again with manager D. to turn in the application. Here's an element not yet mentioned: He knows the family (my employer), including Rex, my boss who passed in March. The very high esteem and regard in which this good family is held in this town pocket open doors. Rather than wearing the mark of Cain, you wear a mark of blessings if you're a good person and connected with the family.
So in manager D.'s mind, I'm in; as of our meeting Wednesday, he still needed to run the paperwork past the owner. I was told to expect a call today and to have the deposit ready.
I do.
By day's end, the studio of the bells may officially be mine!
After which the only matters remaining are the move and a clean exit. And those, those I'm exceptionally skilled at thanks to a lifetime of moves. I've lost count at what number this is; at the moment, I don't really care.
I'm just incredibly happy at the door that is opening and the door that is closing behind.
More, good readers, as the healing journey unfolds. The next bell I hear may very well be the ding-dong of my new doorbell!
- 06:18 I had me some hurricane sex it was so hot making love naked in the rain #
Peace, Love and Pot MAD
This beautiful girl, wandering around 2nd and San Fernando in downtown San Jose. She's very sweet, seems to be around 2-3 years old and is obviously well-cared for.
No tags.
No chip.
A friend has taken her home for the night, but probably can't keep her. We've notified animal services in the hopes that her owner can be found and an ad is going up on Craig's list. But if she ends up going to the shelter she's not likely to meet with a happy ending.
Do you know her?
But it got me through the customer visit I was running out the door for.
...even though in my days trains were all green. Red? Never.
And temples were less shiny.
