I fear rivers over flowing, I hear the voice of rage and ruin Shawshank, April 15, 2022 Hello friends! It’s good Friyay! That day way back when, Jesus thought today would be a good Friyay, if he skipped his spin class, and went out for some Starbucks. And got a cinnamon bun. As one does. I think the snow has finally stopped. The town is digging out this morning. As I was shovelling, I did see the town moving snow around. Impressive, because it’s a holiday. Like I said, the snow has finally stopped. Until Sunday, when we’re expecting another 10ish centimetres. Great. But I’m off today, and half another half of pot of coffee to plow through. And just remember: today is a good day, to have a good day. I love you. Life blogbloggercoffeeGood FridayjournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi’s and each night begins a new day November 12, 2025 Podrick, while being good, and letting me sleep, was an asshole as well. Crystal got out of bed to see what the hell he was doing, and he was eating the dried pasta that was to be for dinner last night. We changed our mind, and had something different. We… Read More
Life Oh her flowing skirt is blowing in the transcendental wind November 2, 2020 I’ve been up since 5 this morning. Course that’s probably more like 3 when I first woke up slightly cold, so I got under the covers, where suddenly I was way too warm. The reason why I was up so early was because I took a drive with my dad… Read More
Life Alright stop, collaborate and listen March 11, 2021 Good morning, happy almost Pre-Friyay! Almost there. I slept like a rock last night. I can’t remember my dreams, I just remember that they were strange dreams. So now I’m up and dressed and waiting for the coffee to brew. It’s a new day, and it’s a good day to… Read More