The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels tonight.
They're our students and our teachers and our friends.
The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels tonight.

Thank you,
President Bartlett
  "The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels tonight. They're our students and our teachers and our parents and our friends. The streets of ( Read more... )

Why I love my
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Susan: "It's so big."
Beaver: "It's the world dear.  Did you expect it to be small?"

Writer's block is a bitch ( Read more... )

I re-read all (yes, all) of my past entries last week and I discovered that I adore the way I write on this thing.   Therefore I think I shall begin posting again, if only for my own edification so I can look back a year and a half from now to say; wow, I actually can kind of write.  Ha.

All I want tomorrow is a big black dog under my feet, snoring away as the clock ticks on and the Farm fills up for the day. I want the collar on my doorknob to not be empty and alone. I want to hear the fire call and not burst into tears. I just want my Bill back.

That's all I want. Please.

Dear All,
I haven't talked to you in forever.
How's life? What's new?

<3 Me

Today there was Maggie, the liver-colored Newfie.

My boss's daughter looked at her and said, "Look mama, a bear!". It's true, Madam Margaret is a bear of dog size proportions. She is a large canine, barely fitting in our largest crate, unable to stand fully upright and properly express her excitement at hearing her Dad's voice. You know that ( Read more... )

It used to be pitch black when I locked up the store for the night. Now when I leave work the sun is just setting and the air smells like warm earth and rich green things that are starting to think about growing. I love winter, I love the cold, gimme snow any day of the week; BUT I am really ready for spring ( Read more... )

The Official Interview Game Rules ( Read more... )