Fun fact about me: I can’t STAND my feet wet! I can barely stand a bath or shower. When it comes to set sand, wet floors, public splash pads, nope…. I can’t handle it. Additionally, my legs were one of my favorite parts of my body.. until I had kids.
SO… let’s find some pretty, comfortable, dry legs and feet:
Babies’ will always be my favorite 😍
This couple, the man taller than his woman, is so sweet. This moment had to be so special for them.
This view, the mountains.. now that’s my kind of place!
I didn’t take these photos; however, I did find specific ones to my personality. I hope you enjoyed!
HAPPY LUNER NEW YEAR 🇨🇳 Tons of prayers are going out to the families affected by the senseless shooting in California last night!
You never know where you’ll find alittle inspiration! Cheese = yummy!!!!
I was on TikTok today; and, I came across one particular video that sounded familiar. It was.. Because it was as if I had posted it, except from the male perspective. It referenced a man with a big heart… And how such a heart will contain BIG emotions… all of them will be big.
I didn’t hesitate to share the gift of knowledge with him. I mentioned what I understand was this type of person, and encouraged him to Google.
In actuality, I feel we’re all messangers. Nearly everything is for the purpose of your testimony. What you face, how you overcome, changes you make, ways you heal… It’s all for your story to make an impact on another life… And it will… If you share it.
….. And when you’re done writing your story…. And your book is complete, will people gather around and miss you? Will your children read at your funeral? (Well, you’ll be gone BUT… here’s hypothetically speaking!)
Lisa Marie Presley passed away the exact same way as her father. She’s been laid to rest in Graceland, beside her son, and not far from Elvis. This family has a legacy that’s timeless… One of imperfect people who lived and loved in the spotlight of the Press.
OK well, time to play a game with my Calandra. Have a wonderful evening!
Check out the details to this challenging post, here 😀
It was their Senior Year; and, they were itching for some fun. Through every other school year, they were the perfect manifestations of male and female students. They studied hard, got straight A’s, never caused friction with other Students. Hell, they nearly had perfect attendance too. The shuffling, powdery substance, and eerie silence 🤫 was too much. There were dangerous broken pieces of metal, wire, and glass sprinkled around the entire lower floor. Chase and Laurel were nearly joined at the hip. A rustic and dried blood stained chainsaw blade hung in the wall that ran the left side of the living room. It was hard to miss. They nearly slit their hands, running from a spook that came shortly after entering the building.
This rundown 2687 sq/ft abandoned house belonged to Graphdun’s notoriously evil sociopath. For five decades, stories about Mr Sparling haunted the village. Many said the man was so apathetic, he’d pull an arm out of his victim’s socket, just to hang her (they were all females). Meanwhile, he’d stand there and get off, watching her scream in horror and agony.
The two slightly shuffled across the room, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand. Again, then came a creek and rattle from across the room. It was as if whomever.. or should they say, whatever it was, mimicked them.
”Do you hear how close that seems?” Laurel barely managed to asked before everything went black, and she was gagging. She was wrapped in a retched and sticky blanket of some kind.
[I have been watching too much of the Idaho murder news coverage!]