August 2011
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I had to call 2x to get a sales dude’s attention at the drug store. The security guard & him couldn’t seem to tear their eyes away from the women at the beauty counter as they applied their make-up.
I wonder if this is how women used to feel when they watched their men slap on paint before heading off to war.
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Imagination > Reality
On my way home, I saw a banner in front of a school. In big, bold letters it proclaimed, “BLOOD LETTING DAY.” I began to imagine teachers wielding knives, running down corridors & randomly slashing students.
Then mid-smirk I saw, in smaller letters, “Red Cross Organization.”
Booo!
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“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep...”
– Anonymous
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Nice girls don't
I found this entry in the old blog and couldn’t help but smile. What I’d give to have my dad telling me to march back into the house to change my scandalously short skirt. :) / :(
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My father grew up in a family where the men were men and the women were ladies. His father was a judge and would never be caught without a suit, a hat and a baston (cane). His mother was a...