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In_The_Wind

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July 4, 2013

They were great!




July 4, 2013

Count to 10, then count again.

It takes practice.

For example: I'll have a reply ready to post but I'll fix another cup of coffee before completing it, read it over again, hit back button, go on with the rest of my day/night. Or sometimes, I'll just leave the window open and do something else for a few minutes. That brief cool down time can save a lot of embarrassing egg on my face.

My family taught me: "Never fight in public. What will the neighbors think." It stuck ... except it's not what the neighbors think that I care about. It's the way I feel when I face myself in the mirror. That's what really matters.

July 4, 2013

With any luck, she got the phone wet too.

You go girl!

July 3, 2013

The #464 Rule




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July 3, 2013

Ah well

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July 3, 2013

Bucket list




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Gender: Female
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Home country: USA
Current location: Watching my Koi Pond in upstate New York.
Member since: Mon Apr 25, 2005, 10:44 PM
Number of posts: 72,300

About In_The_Wind

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~~~~~~~~~ For, it ends in the blink of an eye. Carpe Diem (Seize the day)!
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