In our life’s bustle,
you find moments to thrill me
with love’s surprises!
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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?… There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~M.Williamson
"It seems we're in quite a pickle here," he sputtered. 
Your clever gift to
neighbors inspires delicious
possibilities.
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Texas Sheet Cake by: Osquer’s Mom
Happy 7th Birthday today, Julia!
Happy 12th Birthday Monday, Jana!
By the time I could see that my skin was beginning to burn it was too late to take shelter. Even applying additional sunscreen was very little help. If my skin was turning pink while it was still daylight, I would be blistered by bedtime. I sighed and slathered on the sunscreen anyway. At least I could take steps to start healing. My mantra for the next few days would be "Moisturize! Moisturize! Moisturize!" and "Don't touch me!"
My brain was full of ideas that played off of each other like chemical reactions. They began to bubble and fizz, frothing over into the excited motions of my pen as I tried to gather them all before they flitted away like so many soap bubbles on the whimsical breeze of my mood.
The freeway was quite congested and I was in more of a hurry than usual. If I didn't get the results of this experiment to the University in time The Professor and I would never get it stabilized before it reverted to its component forms. A cross between a shih tzu and a slug is a hard thing to keep together.
"Well, we can alter the hem and tighten the bodice, but there's not much more we can do with the material on hand. I'll have to send the boys to find some accessories." She nodded over her shoulder at her two brothers. The two male mice scrambled past Cindarella's feet through a hole in the wall in search of ornaments for her ball gown.
Jessica snapped her suitcase firmly shut and took one last look around the room. Her father had offered to send someone to collect her things but Jessica, unused to living with servants, had preferred to do her own packing. He had, however, insisted on sending Andrews with her to settle her bill at the inn.
The warm spell had brought out a lush new growth of leaves, but the sudden cold snap had stunted many if not outright killing them. The cherry blossoms had been cut off before their prime and I didn't hold out much hope for many of the remaing buds to open. I was thrilled, however, to discover that my trick of putting a bucket over the single tulip in the yard seemed to have saved it's single bud from a premature demise.
"Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name..." Jim Morrison echoed from some doorway at an unspecified distance down the shadowy corridor. I walked cautiously through the broken glass and detritus of tenement life. My profession certainly led me into some interesting places.
It wasn't an easy decision, but I finally settled on butter lettuce and bush peas for the spring crop. The plethora of seeds was overwhelming and I hadn't even allowed myself to look at the adorable little plants that were all lined up outside! I knew I would want to take them all home. I had to be somewhat selective. There was only so much space in the garden.
The high pitched nasally quality of my contractor's voice was not serving as an extension of my tolerance for her being in my office. I was irritated enough that I had to call her in to service a brand new computer only to find out that it hadn't been configured properly in the first place. At least they could send me a technician whose voice didn't bend metal!
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I swerved to avoid the dark shape that lurched into my path as I careened down the slick road trying to peer through the worsening rain. I slammed on the brakes and spun to a stop facing the opposite direction. I was able to focus just in time to see something large and hairy glare at me before disappearing into the forest. Who'd have thought a skeptic like me would have an unprovable close encounter with Big Foot?
“I must apologize for entering your house under false pretenses, Father.” Jessica blushed, genuinely remorseful. “I didn’t know what sort of welcome I would find here.”
Duke Gregory took Jessica’s hand, “My dear, to her dying day your mother never gave up hope of finding you and I shared that hope even after her passing.”
"Look, I don't want to tax your already strained resources, but I really think we should do something about that little girl and her friends, your ladyship!"

