Happy medium

to laugh at Fortune alike whether she be generous or unkind—to spend freely when one has money, and to hope gaily when one has none—to fleet the time carelessly, living for love and art







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You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
Another day older deeper and debt.
St Peter don't you call me I cause can't go:
I owe my soul to the company store.

just a thought

I was thinking back a bit and just wish I had gotten to know the blind lady across the street. I never thought about her then and this is really the first time now. I knew she lived there all alone, her daughter would come and “bring her out” I assume for doctors appointments and what not. She lived all alone in that trailer with the tinted windows, I always wondered about it. You know kinda like that scary old man down the street with the dark house, well that was her minus the scary part..really how scary can a blind lady be?

I look back now and wish that I had gone over there, I don't even know what for..lend her a hand maybe? Ask questions about her life? She was old like 90's old? {seemed anyway to a 13 year old}

I would pass her house to and from the bus stop, I never cut through her yard like I did everyone else..I don't even know why I did that but I know I didn't. Seem's strange now that I lived across the street from someone that I knew nothing about and didn't even really think about, so why now? I really think I would have liked to talk to her, I was always into old movies,music, history and what not. I'm sure she would have been a wonderful resouce but more than that I think she might have needed a friend. But like most kids I wasnt about to go waste my time at some old chicks house and ask a bunch of questions I thought I already knew the answers too. I dont know if she's still there I did see her daughter at target, I kick myslef now for not asking “how's your mother” just the fact the someone asked could have mean something. If she is still around and kicking her daughter would have gone back to report that someone had asked about her, and maybe made the old blind lady feel better ..if she needed to. For all I know she was content as a house cat listening to her t.v or radio all day and being alone.

Too bad so sad

How the hell is a Little Debbie Zebra cake made? I of course used Google for this one and still nothing. i found an entire blog dedicated to little Debbie snack cakes and how wonderful they are {i agree} I was the one who ate the box of Swiss rolls while strategically placing every single wrapper in the couch! ha! there I said it. I remember the story of the kid who said he would kill another kid for a Little Debbie, I dont know about you but i know that when i was 9 and even now i would kill for one.

no more and then!

My name is Gloria i am 23 and married i stay home with my daughter and will be attending classes starting in August. I have never had a blog nor do i know what to write about. i don't watch American idol so i guess that's out..if i read one more "I'm depressed nobody loves me" blog i will puke and i don't have the money to travel so it cant be one of those. I am broke in love with my daughter and husband and just trying to make it better for her. there is a song with one of the best lines i have heard in a long time "we don't live we just survive" boy and is that true for myself and most of the others i know. i am a fierce believer in democracy and yet i am registered as a communist. they can both work except for one important fact GREED and the human nature to want more. Hell i want more, I want more money more love more fame more more more. but i digress.


I don't even know if anyone will read this and i don't know any reason that they should. i dont see it as a blog that will go on and on just something to do other than watch the backyardigans and eat peanut butter. The mommy blog thing has been done to death and frankly i dont think i'm that great of a mother to blog about my parenting skills. so then what is there? LIFE i suppose and how hard it is. My generation is one that was raised by T.V {thank god!} and one that seems like it can go either way. we will have our greatness but for the most part i feel lost and i wonder most of the times if i am the only one. young mothers like myself are bombarded by commecrcials that tell us if we want smart kids we have to pay $6.95 for apple juice. i know my inbox is full of is your toddler _____ emails so i know i cant be the only one. Feeling lost is a funny thing. a man came to my door the other day asked where i worked (he was trying to sell me something) and didn't understand that i worked at home with my daughter. am i supposed to be working? or am i supposed to pay 400 bucks a month in child care that might or might not be the best place for her? right there we are talking a full paycheck to pay people that frankly i dont trust. so what? its be broke and teach my kid her ABC's and hope that she will do better then me. so what to blog about? i have googled this and gotten a million responses and they all just dont seem to be write (get it? lol)




Once upon a time...



so there is is...14 select all and deletes later its the first blog.