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I have recently started to pump iron. Years ago I thought that was unfeminine. A couple of pounds, OK – but now I am lifting ten to twelve pounds in each hand. It feels good and it feels good to know that at my age I can still improve and get stronger.

» Posted By Susan On 10.09.2011 @ 11:17 am


Morality is a human characteristic that allows us to make decisions related to right and wrong. Although there may not be a “correct” answer to how right and how wrong a person actually is, most people believe that parental influence determines how individuals view what is right and what is wrong.

» Posted By susan On 10.04.2011 @ 7:58 pm


deep, drowning, going under the surface, I can’t breathe, I need air, my lungs burn as I struggle to swim to the surface to save myself

» Posted By Susan On 08.22.2011 @ 11:33 pm


I missed you yesterday, and this morning, and right now I feel like I’ll miss you for the rest of my life. I’m sure i’m wrong but I still believe it. I also believe you are a creep. That”s the unfortunate part that makes not missing you easy. That’s the part that makes hurting not so bad.

» Posted By Susan On 08.20.2011 @ 1:04 am


I had an Aunt Violet, and she had a sister Rose and a sister Daisy and a sister Flora (who they called Buttercup). My great-grandmother apparently liked flowers.

» Posted By susan On 07.21.2011 @ 11:46 am


tada. the 15 year old does it again. poise and grace. alignment. how to keep straight under finish. until you see different. let it begin, the competition draws near. forced relaxation.

» Posted By Susan On 07.19.2011 @ 10:23 am


There are so many trees,
the sticks just pile up.
Bend over, pick them up, mow the grass,
and the next day
the sticks are there again.
The poor trees just keep falling apart,
bit by bit.

» Posted By susan On 07.17.2011 @ 4:37 pm


Back in those days,
when we were kids,
we traveled with the windows up
and the car filled with cigarette smoke.
It was unbearable,
but we learned to bear it.
None of us ever smoked
once we grew up.
A lesson learned.

» Posted By susan On 07.15.2011 @ 12:04 pm


“I’ve been expecting you,” she says, one hand resting on the side of the doorframe.

“I know,” he replies.

“You’re late,” she tells him, moving from the door to allow him in.

He moves past her into the apartment. “I’m sorry,” he tells her, unapologetically.

» Posted By Susan On 07.09.2011 @ 7:16 pm


I can procrastinate about work I have to do and suddenly the house will be clean and tidy and every job will be done. But if I have nothing to do for work then I will procrastinate with the chores

» Posted By Susan On 07.09.2011 @ 5:03 am


crane is the word like a paper crane that saves a girls life who is dying of ancecer. cancner. you know what it is even if I don’t spell correctly. a crane can life you lift you usp, too.

» Posted By susan On 07.03.2011 @ 9:12 pm


taking care of what needs to be taken care of
true to yourself
true to others
thinking about others and the things that you do
ethically being prepared to do waht needs to be done and following your character

» Posted By Susan On 06.30.2011 @ 3:56 pm


I once played a game where I had 60 seconds to write about the word “station.” It was fun, but when I came back to play again, it gave me the exact same word. Which wasn’t as much fun.

» Posted By Susan On 06.14.2011 @ 12:21 pm

I was standing at the omelette station when she came in. She had a red dress that was completely inappropriate for Sunday Brunch, but that only made her more attractive. The smeared mascara I could have done without, but you know what they say about Vegas.

» Posted By Susan On 06.14.2011 @ 12:08 pm


Sitting in the corner, reflecting my past transgressions;) I was only 3, but still….the corner still has meaning to me;)

» Posted By Susan On 06.09.2011 @ 7:06 am

corner store. kids used to the corner store to pick up something for their mom. Now it’s not safe-so they stay inside to play video games.

Cornerstone. Christ is our cornerstone. We build our lives on Him!

» Posted By susan On 06.08.2011 @ 7:50 pm


i don’t understnad what plaid is. it soundsl ike plaid. or laid. which is ugly in french. kind of an ugly word. plaid. plaid plaid plaid. it makes me think of plain too. which can be ugly. but is plain ugly? or is plain normal whilst everything else is crazy and chaotic. kind of the calm in the storm, if you will. plaid. plaid and plain. i don’t like this word. i willl google its meaning soon.

» Posted By Susan On 06.05.2011 @ 7:13 pm


Pretzels are hard with too much salt. Give me bagel or a piece of cake or anything else. Of course the best part about a pretzel is that they are low in fat unlike a bagel or piece of cake so for ones on a diet that might be the best option.

» Posted By Susan On 05.23.2011 @ 9:50 am


I was tempted by the fruit of a lover. I liked that song a lot. My right boob is hurting. Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me. Sometimes I wonder if the occasionally pulse of pain from the right boob is cancer. And sometimes I wonder if I should have listened to the school nurse after all and bought into the idea of frequent self-examinations.

» Posted By Susan On 05.17.2011 @ 8:00 pm


Always and forever…curious.

» Posted By Susan On 05.16.2011 @ 9:46 pm


what can be forgotten really, memory is in our blood bone and sinew. It walks with us weighing us down , lifting us up and it colors every sunset and filters every conversation.We are our memories. With out them we are shells , perceptive and seeking new memories without identity and meaning.

» Posted By Susan On 05.16.2011 @ 10:56 am


Vomit. I can’t even smell it without thinking of a cold, tile bathroom floor and a stinky toilet. New Years Eve, for example. I have never felt more dead – I had to lie in a snow bank the next day to cool off from the ultimate hangover.

» Posted By Susan On 05.14.2011 @ 11:50 am


It is a day filled with glowing possibilities. New ideas , new clients, new sources and a new found joy for creating the possible.

» Posted By Susan On 05.12.2011 @ 12:26 pm


The guy in the laundry mat had a bandana wrapped around his head. He was kinda scary–maybe a gang member? I wasn’t sure, so I took my wet clothes and moved along. I may have died if I’d gone into that laundry mat–how could I know???

» Posted By Susan On 05.02.2011 @ 9:36 pm

Tie me up and let me ride among the plains. My steed at ready for another discovery along the open plains, I ride. Light ,love, OPen sky.

» Posted By Susan On 05.02.2011 @ 4:16 pm


A Fluorescent object is quite a unique type of light. It glows in the dark thanks to incredible technology. We see fluorescent things in objects like alarm clocks, highlighters. They enable us to see in the dark.

» Posted By Susan On 05.02.2011 @ 7:33 am

Pink. Green. Purple. Toenails. It’s bright and shiny and pretty and sexy. Sunshine. Flowers. Birds. Fish. Mostly the fish are dyed, though. It’s pretty sad. Fluorescence is beautiful.

» Posted By Susan On 05.01.2011 @ 11:06 pm


Am I a robot going through life moving in the same ways, driving in the same directions? Do I veer off course to reveal new exciting challenges or continue in a robot form. I have lived the life of a robot for way too long and it is time to break the wires that bind my routine and go my own path, my own direction.

» Posted By Susan On 04.19.2011 @ 6:20 pm


java. guitar. singing. camp, acoustic guitar coffehouse nights
light music
covers for songs

» Posted By susan On 04.18.2011 @ 11:05 pm


what a wonderful word. just to say it sounds luxurious. Smooth full of life and love. Happy and at peace.

» Posted By Susan On 04.16.2011 @ 4:43 pm

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