JP Creighton rising to shine on a rainy cloudy May Sunday;waiting for coffee, here.
At least my brother and I, and my mother and father and I, are on good terms.
Let’s hope, let’s pray, I get my younger sister reconciled with us. Her and her children, if not my brother-in-law, who seems to think his excrement smells like Carolina Herrerra eau de toilette.
Well. Didn’t want to seem negative. But I am grateful my brother and I are well and friends.
Feb 18, 2007, 04:50PM PST | 0 comments
turtletortoise is breathing deep. For there is nought else to be done . . .
I envision. He has the beginnings of a family and we are so far apart in thinking, geography and priorities, that I feel seas apart. I am moving away in a year or so and I’m assuming it won’t do much for coming closer to this accomplishment. I love him, I’ll be there for him.
Dec 29, 2006, 08:27PM PST | 0 comments
turtletortoise is breathing deep. For there is nought else to be done . . .
Not sure how old he is here.
Nov 22, 2006, 11:32AM PST | 0 comments
turtletortoise is breathing deep. For there is nought else to be done . . .
Oct 25, 2006, 01:40PM PDT | 2 cheers | 2 comments
turtletortoise is breathing deep. For there is nought else to be done . . .
Sep 29, 2006, 10:25AM PDT | 0 comments