Name: Susie
Location: Pretty City, Mid-Atlantic Region, United States
Bio: I'm a 40something therapist, technologically challenged, wife of a wonderful guy we'll call Jif, 'cause I'm a Choosy Mutha, and mama of an amazing Little Girl we'll call LG. We have a very bad dog (VBD) called Biscuit. This is my personal blog, where I tell stories, ask questions, act goofy and throw the occasional party. This is not to be regarded as a professional website or as a source of any type of therapy for anyone at all. Except me.
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Title font:
Jayne Print by Ellinor
Blog therapy by:
12 heads are better than one . . .
Woodrow Wilson, what a appropriate quote.
Bless you.
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Beautiful Sunday post again. What are the flowers? I can't place them.
william, those words have been in my head all week, along with the "gong and cymbal" scripture quote. I had to go in search of who said them this morning, and there was Woodrow :)
jac, hmmmmm... :)
squirl, I don't have much in my yard at this time of year! This is yarrow, up close, and shot just after dusk, with a flash. That's why it's almost unrecognizable.
Now you said "yarrow" and all I can think of is Peter, Paul and Mary.
That's a beautiful picture accompanied by beautiful words and thoughts. Thanks.
bucky, that reminds me of a little story. My brother, 8 years older, convinced me that I would not be allowed into first grade (my school didn't even have kindergarten), unless I knew all the words to "Puff, the Magic Dragon," which are not the easiest words to learn at 5 1/2. But I did, and when my mom took me for the placement testing, I wanted so desperately to get in, that I, extreme introvert, told the tester, "I'll sing 'Puff' for you now." And I did. She just looked at me like I was a Fruit Loop, and gave me the test. My brother nearly died laughing when we got home and Mom told him what I'd done. She didn't know how he was extorting Puff from me.
oops, I just suffered from premature publication! Thanks, mrtl and eclectic!
Nice messages, Susie.
Susie, between your "Puff" performance and your premature publication, you're crackin' me up to a point that is dangerous to my continence!
dssbuu
Susie, that Puff thing is great. I bet you wanted to kill your brother. I had three brothers (fewer than you, but enough to know) and they can be merciless.
Premature publication. lol
uphmcg
It is a short one, but very good. Thanks for sharing that.
Also, bucky stole the second part of my comment...puff and premature publication. Cracking up.
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