Living. And loving. And hurting.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields. Take up our… Read More
Ever wonder what I used to write about, before you subscribed? Travel back in time to before I had a clue… and read about my blogging beginnings. Check it out at www.tempestbeauty.com!
August 25, 2004 Evidently there are people that come to my site. About 5 a day, to be exact. So I decided that I would start updating it again, just because I don’t want to disappoint anyone out there. Eventually, I’ll have my own webspace. I want to use it to post pictures I’ve taken, instead of just writing stuff,… Read More
So sleepy. I love his apple hat!
I think I’m starting to hit my groove at work. That doesn’t mean I’m starting to LIKE it any more, but really that I’m getting used to the whole she-bang. It’s about par for the course, it usually takes me about 6 months at a new job to not feel like a total idiot. It took a little longer this… Read More
