I found this place again. I want to blog, but I keep forgetting about it. I have 20 20 forget.
Here is a card I made with an ATC recess mounted in a card and an envelope with a closure band.
Friday, January 29, 2016
I'm Back Again
I found this place again. I want to blog, but I keep forgetting about it. I have 20 20 forget.
Here is a card I made with an ATC recess mounted in a card and an envelope with a closure band.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Does this thing work?
When I was signing on at Susan's site (our new forum) I discovered I had this site. I don't remember it, but then I have a "forgetter" instead of a memory.
I suppose I should take some time and try to figure this out. My friend who knows all about blogs is sitting on a beach in Maui. Maybe she can help me get started.
I used to have another blog, but I messed it up so bad I never went back, and I was too embarrassed to seek help.
I wonder how many unused blogs and web pages are clogging up cyberspace. Do they blow up like super novas, or smash into each other?
After the summer break, a teacher asked her small students how they spent their summer vacations. One small boy’s reply went like this:
We always spend vacations with Grandpa and Grandma. They used to live up here in a big red brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved toArizona
They live in a place with a lot of retarded people. They live in tin huts. They ride big three-wheel tricycles. They go to a big building called the wrecked hall, but if it was a wrecked hall it’s fixed now. They play games there and do exercises, but they don’t do them very good. There is a swimming pool and they go to it and stand there in the water with their hats on. I guess they don’t know how to swim.
My Grandma used to bake cookies and stuff, but I guess she forgot how. Nobody cooks, they all go out to fast food restaurants.
As you come into the park there is a doll house with a man sitting in it. He watches all day, so they can’t get out without him seeing them. They wear badges with their names on them. I guess they don’t know who they are.
My Grandma says Grandpa worked hard all his life and earned his retardment. I wish they would move back home, but I guess the man in the doll house won’t let them out.
I suppose I should take some time and try to figure this out. My friend who knows all about blogs is sitting on a beach in Maui. Maybe she can help me get started.
I used to have another blog, but I messed it up so bad I never went back, and I was too embarrassed to seek help.
I wonder how many unused blogs and web pages are clogging up cyberspace. Do they blow up like super novas, or smash into each other?
A CHILD’S VIEW
After the summer break, a teacher asked her small students how they spent their summer vacations. One small boy’s reply went like this:
We always spend vacations with Grandpa and Grandma. They used to live up here in a big red brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to
They live in a place with a lot of retarded people. They live in tin huts. They ride big three-wheel tricycles. They go to a big building called the wrecked hall, but if it was a wrecked hall it’s fixed now. They play games there and do exercises, but they don’t do them very good. There is a swimming pool and they go to it and stand there in the water with their hats on. I guess they don’t know how to swim.
My Grandma used to bake cookies and stuff, but I guess she forgot how. Nobody cooks, they all go out to fast food restaurants.
As you come into the park there is a doll house with a man sitting in it. He watches all day, so they can’t get out without him seeing them. They wear badges with their names on them. I guess they don’t know who they are.
My Grandma says Grandpa worked hard all his life and earned his retardment. I wish they would move back home, but I guess the man in the doll house won’t let them out.
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