Thank you to the few of you who still pop by on occasion to inquire if I have come back to my senses and STOPPED WITH THE PITY PARTY ALREADY? Well, yes I have thankyouverymuch! I was in a funk. A deep, dark funk. Not for any particular rhyme or reason. Now, I am much. I stopped letting shit bother me. I picked up my big girl panties and moved the fuck on. So, I started working out harder.

But I still have a spark or two! Articles I Enjoyed Reading. These days, I walk with the assistance of a cane. On days when either senility or vanity gets the better of me I leave the cane at home. I hobble my behind down the street ignoring the pain and the lopsided gait all in hopes of blending in. Yeah, those of you that know me already can guess where this story is headed. Did I catch my shuttle? On Ma.

Installment Two-day festival curated by The Notwist. On December 15 and 16, 2017.

This Blog Does Not Start With A. Find news, fandom, rants, first episode impressions, sparkly magic wands and enough snow to stand in when you get a case of sad eyes. Sunday, June 08, 2008.

So, whats her story? Is her mom in the picture? How did she end up in your home? Is her mom a drug addict? How could a mom not love such a cute baby! I get it. Its natural curiousity, and I know Ive asked similar questions of my friends who are adoptive parents.