'You like me. You really like me." : Sally Field 1985 Acceptance Speech
My first limerick written FOR me by MRT
There once was a blogger named Nor, Who everyone seemed to adore. She'd blog and she'd post, Much more than the most And her readers still clamored for more.
Living my life on a bumper sticker: Destined to be an Old Woman with No Regrets.
See also: Leo; burly girl; rock climber; artist-wanna-be; youngest of six; gassy girl; seeker of truth, laughter and beauty.
6 comments:
Great pictures. You should pick up the fiddle again and try to play. I wish I could learn a musical instrument.
By the way, you've been tagged, what's the word?
Jeez.... no pressure, eh?
Quixotic
I love your cat photos. I know a bunch of fiddle players. Playing seems to make them very happy. It could be a great thing to try again.
Aw, Billy looks so comfy there.
Good luck learning the fiddle! Were you going to take some private lessons?
Churlita, does that mean it's guaranteed to bring me happiness??? cool...
Tara, I had taken some private lessons right before I left my husband. They are kinda expensive though... so I'd likely have to try on my own.
What nice pictures...I love the fiddle...and I am totally jealous of Billy. He looks so comfy.
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