What’s up with the crack-head snowflakes on my blog? Where did they come from? I shore didn’t pick them…this is a conspiricy…I’ll get to the bottom of this…but first I’m gonna go to bed.
I've lived in Southern Arizona my whole life, so I'm easily entertained by simple things like rainfall and snow and bodies of water bigger than my foot. Hele and Mr. B. complete this ensamble (unless you count the animals, then you're dealing with a circus)!!
"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed. Most putts don't drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just people. Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration. Most jobs are dull. Life is like an old-time railroad journey -- delays, sidetracks, smoke , dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only by occasional beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."
-President Gordon B. Hinckley
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