thanks
for all
your
encouraging
comments
my blogger
friends..
and dancing
well
three days in a row
i went dancing
and
my feet hurt
but my soul is
very happiness
i wanted to share
this
with you
and i
do hope
that this
post of
mine
finds you
in
some
kind of peace
peace peace!!
and now for something completely different: Dumber than Dirt
and another one: Earth Portal
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12 comments:
Now that's the best reason for foot-pain I can think of (dancing all weekend)!
Nice link about the end of our american experiment. Ron Paul is definitely running a different type of campaign (but you already knew that!).
"I hope you dance. . ." =)
Glad that you had a great time dancing away... it's a good kind of soreness.. ;-)
I'm looking soooo forward to being back to my active self.. I'm going nuts not being able to move around like I want.... walking with a limp is so uncool! lol
I enjoy teaching but sometimes it does become frustrating to have to compete with the Internet, video games, TV, etc. Sometimes it's more about performance than context.
Peace
Even though I'm on a sort of recess I did do a new post. You might find it interesting even though you are a Buddhist. Hugs.
The sore feet are worth it, aren't they! Dance (no matter where you are) and laugh at least once a day, then no matter what's wrong with the world, you can still smile. My son thinks I'm nuts when I pirouette around the kitchen, but we're laughing when he says it, and that's the point.
Dumber than dirt by design, re our children.
I am so glad to hear that you went dancing...good for you...many hugs and much love...
Oh dear...someone said something rude...so sorry..just to remind you I still try to put good dancing music on Friday Nights....so enjoy ;-)
Hon, when you click on the garbage can icon to remove a comment, if you right click on it and select to open in a new window you get a window that allows you to put a check in a box to delete it forever.
Then it doesn't show that you deleted it. It's like it was never there in the first place. Hugs.
So that artificial vagina I bought, I cut it up with a pair of scissors.
*Snickers*
Geez, give me some skin to oil and caress, some foreplay and interaction, some nipples to tease caress and kiss.
Give me a sex goddess that knows what in the heck she is and what she is doing and knows how to do it as we look into each others eyes and sex each others brains out.
Just saying, mutter, mutter.
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