My word, the snow continues to flake on upon us. I shovelled, seems like all I ever do is shovel. I am so tired of winter; so tired of snow. Spring is forthcoming; it seems to have got the wind knocked out of it by this harsh, harsh winter.
Restricting categories and I do not get along. Restricted is what I feel being bound up here. It is slippery to walk, even with the new cleats. I did managed to get to the mail box and return without any bones broken.
Geez, sometimes you folks must think I am nothing but a spoiled brat bitch. Trust me, I am not.
I laugh, I sing, I dance, and I Prine!
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John Prine Drawing
John Prine as drawn by my great nephew, Brayden. Ain't it cool. Talented young man he is, 14 years old, and loves to draw. B...
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John Prine as drawn by my great nephew, Brayden. Ain't it cool. Talented young man he is, 14 years old, and loves to draw. B... -
I am posting a day early here, because the events of tomorrow, I know I will be busy. 1920, March 14th - my father was born, I look back on ...
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