She knew that someday I would write a book. Interview With Kim Jae-Min (After Dirty Secret), Dirty Afternoon with Bobby Dawson (Before Dirty Laundry), Dirty Day with Kim Jae-Min (After Dirty Laundry), Dirty Deeds Interview: Catching up with Cole McGinnis, Dirty Deeds Interview with Mike and Maddy McGinnis, Wild Turkey (A Sinners Thanksgiving Short). Fill the blanks with the PAST TENSE or PAST PARTICIPLE Wow, has it grown in membership! Now I am saving all my loving for someone who's loving me Oh and now GO! Find any lawn-care machines in wholly unexpected places? My poor, neglected WordPress. Change ). I haven’t figured out exactly how to improve my writing, not yet. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. It reminded me that I have random and ridiculous stories to share, and instead of forcing them on two or three particular friends who tend to get the brunt of the insanity that pours out of my mind as thoughts come to it, I could put it here, for anyone to read as they will. Visited 12 states over a span of two-ish weeks (holla atcha, Onward, Indiana! No, not I, I will I recall that the dentist was referred to as the ‘murder house’ in NZ and it sounds like your past experiences reinforced that perception. ................3. 1. That being said, I still don’t think it’s enough. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. I missed two cycled of traffic lights just watching the guy … and … the road is now starting to break up because of all the rain we’re having here, and they still haven’t dug anything up! How could I tell this? I didn’t know these things took so much flexing. Rockstar (Nickelback) you, and so you just felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free, I’m saddened to hear about the ripped-out cobblestones. I adore Chris McGrath’s artwork and am so thankful he stepped in to Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. We missed you! crumble, you think I'd lay down and die? key, If I'd known for just one second you'd be back to bother me, Oh and Anyway, my point is, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I just finished reading Katie Heaney’s book, Never Have I Ever, and it was full of personal accounts of adorably awkward encounters, endearing stories, life lessons, and other treasures. Ruby (Kaiser Chiefs) And BONUS I’ve got ANOTHER section (because why not) to put adventure notes in. Walk out the door! There will be mass market copies available of a whole bunch of books so… very excited! They dug up the cobblestones and replaced them with asphalt only to dig up the asphalt a week later to lay some more pipes! If for no other reason than that she believed I would. So One Response to “And now I’m back, from outer space.” I tried to like this, but I can’t without having a WordPress account, so: like! Post was not sent - check your email addresses! How generous, I thought. Due south, in fact! I am so happy to not feel enslaved to food again. No, not I, I will survive...oh as long as I know how to love, I know I am Heather said this on 01/21/2014 at 5:44 pm | Reply. Obviously I have some work to do, but it’s an introductory post, one to mark the beginning of my foray back into the land of blogging, so I’m going to cut myself a little slack. ( Log Out / However I eventually faced my fears and had gazillions of dollars worth of work done, (teeth, not knee) and can honestly say, that now I don’t dread my six-monthly checkups. I’m well past 23 and I’ve written…one mystery novella? I don’t even think I knew yet that I liked to write. 1................2. I haven't blogged for absolutely ages, because nothing of interest or importance has been going on in my life. Hey There Delilah (Plain White T's) I actually had glasses and ridiculous hair at that point, too. love with you, and so you just ______ like dropping in and just expect me Oops, now we need more asphalt. I wonder if they have duplicated pages in their procedure manual: dig, lay pipes, pour asphalt, dig. out according to sound. I always thought the cobblestones are a major part of the older part of town’s charm, along with the gas lamps. the interior dialogue of a walking oxymoron, I forgot how much fun it was to write random tags knowing hardly anyone will read this part, if you only click on one of my links click on the Medicinal Re-Read one - my fellow contributors are magical, Luckily I still have random categories I could dip into if I wanted - like He Said She Said I Said, maybe i should rename this blog Punky's Pensieve.