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Why is it that I wish I could heal all of my friends that are hurting, scared, or worried (because I'm not Jesus, and I can't do that...D'OH!)?
Why is it that I wanted to "like" a couple of SeatBelt's posts on the last page, but didn't because...because.
Why is it that I think I might have gone too far with painting an ugly metal fixture over our gate, by taking the gate off and painting some of it red, and now I'm a little concerned that when my husband gets home, he's going to be all "PUT. THE. PAINT. BRUSH. DOWN."
Why is it that I'm asking all these questions, and they aren't ending with question marks? AHA! Got one.
Why is it that I'm so blessed to have friends who point out that I'm being silly when I can't figure out why my husband loves me?
Why is it that I want to take pictures of all the rusty old junk I need to paint and get some ideas on what colors to turn them?
Why is it that I wanted to "like" a couple of SeatBelt's posts on the last page, but didn't because...because.
Why is it that I think I might have gone too far with painting an ugly metal fixture over our gate, by taking the gate off and painting some of it red, and now I'm a little concerned that when my husband gets home, he's going to be all "PUT. THE. PAINT. BRUSH. DOWN."
Why is it that I'm asking all these questions, and they aren't ending with question marks? AHA! Got one.
Why is it that I'm so blessed to have friends who point out that I'm being silly when I can't figure out why my husband loves me?
Why is it that I want to take pictures of all the rusty old junk I need to paint and get some ideas on what colors to turn them?
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Why don't more people go over and play the DIRECT conversation game THREAD ?
Be careful. It's not necessarily easy.
Why is it not easy, green? You will see...........................
And, it WILL help your talking-to-girls skills, too, guys, and, I would say it will help girls talk to guys, but, hey, let's face it, girls ALREADY are the kings of conversation (queens and princesses, too )
Be careful. It's not necessarily easy.
Why is it not easy, green? You will see...........................
And, it WILL help your talking-to-girls skills, too, guys, and, I would say it will help girls talk to guys, but, hey, let's face it, girls ALREADY are the kings of conversation (queens and princesses, too
)
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Why don't more people go over and play the DIRECT conversation game THREAD ?
Be careful. It's not necessarily easy.
Why is it not easy, green? You will see...........................
And, it WILL help your talking-to-girls skills, too, guys, and, I would say it will help girls talk to guys, but, hey, let's face it, girls ALREADY are the kings of conversation (queens and princesses, too )
Be careful. It's not necessarily easy.
Why is it not easy, green? You will see...........................
And, it WILL help your talking-to-girls skills, too, guys, and, I would say it will help girls talk to guys, but, hey, let's face it, girls ALREADY are the kings of conversation (queens and princesses, too
)
Why is it that I can't seem to kick my reading addiction?
Why is it that I love CC so much?
Why is it that we have to go to school?
Why is it that the grass is green?
Why is it that red balloons are so much better than any other color?
Why is it that the stars are so far away?
Why is it that we can't hug total strangers?
Why is it that love is so complicated?
Why is it that, as complicated as love is, it's also the simplest thing in the world?
Why is it that I'm posting on this thread?
Why is it that I love CC so much?
Why is it that we have to go to school?
Why is it that the grass is green?
Why is it that red balloons are so much better than any other color?
Why is it that the stars are so far away?
Why is it that we can't hug total strangers?
Why is it that love is so complicated?
Why is it that, as complicated as love is, it's also the simplest thing in the world?
Why is it that I'm posting on this thread?
S
Why is it that, true to form, I logged in and fell asleep in my chair before posting word one?
Why is it that I am online again, doing, you guessed it, Laundry?
Why is it that Iron Patina is not beautiful to MissCris?
why is it that I am all aglow, clinging to details like they were diamonds and I a thief?
why is it that some days really do turn on a dime?
Why is it that I am online again, doing, you guessed it, Laundry?
Why is it that Iron Patina is not beautiful to MissCris?
why is it that I am all aglow, clinging to details like they were diamonds and I a thief?
why is it that some days really do turn on a dime?
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Why is it that I fell Back asleep in same chair, forcing me to finish this morning that email I was writing at 1:30am (i call this night)?
Why is it that I think it more convenient to refer to any time between midnight and sunup as still being Night rather than calling those hours Morning as some people do?
Why is it I revel in the rolls of thunder, despite knowing that many Oklahomans now likely cower from it?
Why is it I would rather spend my day in a dark room in my chair, manipulating my little handful of these electrons that make up the internet than go to work to face what are daunting deadlines and a mounting workload?
Why is it that I hope the workload will persist enough for me to someday have an assistant in what I do?
Why is it that I would be hesitant in knowing how to teach someone else how to do my job, despite having a greater level of understanding of my job than anyone else in the USA and despite a history of teaching things successfully to others?
Why is it that I think it more convenient to refer to any time between midnight and sunup as still being Night rather than calling those hours Morning as some people do?
Why is it I revel in the rolls of thunder, despite knowing that many Oklahomans now likely cower from it?
Why is it I would rather spend my day in a dark room in my chair, manipulating my little handful of these electrons that make up the internet than go to work to face what are daunting deadlines and a mounting workload?
Why is it that I hope the workload will persist enough for me to someday have an assistant in what I do?
Why is it that I would be hesitant in knowing how to teach someone else how to do my job, despite having a greater level of understanding of my job than anyone else in the USA and despite a history of teaching things successfully to others?
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Why is it that I am now tempted to accidentally crash our truck through the front gate?
Why is it that Tore's description makes me wanna knock the thing down even more (anyone trying to be a tourist around here will be shot upon entering the ugly gate)?
Why is it that Nod is so right, there's really no way to fix it?
Why is it that Tore's description makes me wanna knock the thing down even more (anyone trying to be a tourist around here will be shot upon entering the ugly gate)?
Why is it that Nod is so right, there's really no way to fix it?