She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
Days like yours makes me glad I'm retired. I'm sorry for your troubles, Miss T.
Come to think of it, I guess I was pretty lucky--I didn't really have terrible days. And if I had a troublesome client, I could finish up the project and move on.
I grew up on the border. My friends and family could be devastated if Ontario pulls the plug. Michigan? You probably have the longest border along with Alaska, but it's the economy... Here in Montana, almost all foreign exports are from Canada. What should Canada do? Join the EU? Which they could if it weren't for Brexit. I should have sympathy for Trumpers; but, I don't.
Kit it's funny you mention wisdom. As a kid, you hear some of them and think wth kind of crazy is that. Grow up, and it's like spot on! And makes you sit back and think.
Lyn's a Witchy Woman Irish used to call me snickelfritz. Everything says it's German on the internet, so now I'm wondering where he picked it up. And I'm thinking it's from his Army days during WWII. I mean, 💯 Irish boy from smalltown Ohio. If not, then my grandfather was not as innocent as he claimed to be
Irish words were very popular in my upbringing. Don't be an Eejit was a word my Grandma frequently say to us kids. Another expression I'm way too familiar with where's the jacks (restroom).
Irish phrases aren't always Irish phrases especially with AI mucking everything up.
{Size:} Every month I receive my commission statement from the oil company letting me know what I'll be getting from our 70/30 split.
All I can say is that February was quite disappointing, and so far March isn't looking that great.
My 8 hour shift today barely made $1000. I know some will think that's a good shift, but a normal day is usually between $4,000-5,000.
I don't know if it's the fear that the economy will tank, or the mass firings going on, or everyone is broke from Christmas, or perhaps the gloomy weather as we slide into spring.
I've been over buying products, and realized today I need to stop until business picks up. It's insane trying to figure out what is going to sell. Cigarette prices are out of control and the dismal sales are reflecting that.
I seriously want to sell it all and get out now, but the husband has decided to rent it out instead when we are ready. I hate that idea. I realize the property will be paid off in August 2027. Our house June 2026, but I'm just plain tired. I admit it.
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