I've always liked this little poem:
Self-Pity
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
-D. H. Lawrence
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My new hometown!
Loved the UK!
Places We've Been
London
Brugge, Belgium
Brussels, Belgium
Luxembourg
Stonehenge
France
Epernay
Biscuits and Gravy
My Favorite Iced Tea
Republic of Tea - Blackberry Sage
My Favorite Welcome Mat
I want one of these so badly!
My Favorite Color...
Teal, Turqoise, Robin's Egg Blue
My Worst Fear...
I am DEATHLY afraid of the ocean, and namely, being attacked by a shark...
Mother and Child
I absolutely love this painting by Gustav Klimt
Find the light in your life.
My Favorite Ice Cream...
The Last Lecture has had an amazing impact on my life...
Thank you, Randy Pausch, for sharing!
My Adorable Maternal Grandmother
Dorothy Urban
My Maternal Grandmother
Dorothy Urban
My Beautiful Maternal Grandmother
Dorothy Urban
My Maternal Grandparents
Rilus and Dorothy Urban
Superstition Mountains
An amazing picture that I took in 2006. I made Jon stop on the side of the road because the scene was just gorgeous.
How I often feel at the end of the day...Ü
1 comment:
A human might feel sorry for himself and recognize his plight, and then find someplace warm. Birds are dumb.
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