@Sardukhar, he... "he's that moss that grows on a tree that lets you know where the Sun is", to quote the great Geoff 'iNcontroL' Robinson.
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Its the place where all the Steampunk rejects go to wallow in shame :yes
It is pretty hot but I'm not finding it too bad. I was wearing a hoodie today while in Newcastle and I was relatively comfortable. B)
Wow - it's 24C in NI according to The Weather Channel. If I set the aircon that low, I'd freeze to death. I admire your tolerance for the cold.
I think we actually had weather that cold once a couple of years ago.
What sorciri is this? This is test sub-forum? Can we create threads there?
It's not meant to be live yet so please don't post there. Russian version of the website and forums is being finished and it will be launched soon
You people need a good flibbertigibbitting.
And you shall have it. Oh, yes, yes you shall. I have much time to ruminate, from my perch in the future. MUCH. TIME.
I ONCE ATE AN ENTIRE KOALA. DO NOT THINK YOURSELVES IMMUNE.
"In name only" "The moss" "Mental institution". Hmm, actually I'll give you that last.
Something over here smells of dung. Oh, I know. It's the water.
Primitives.
And you shall have it. Oh, yes, yes you shall. I have much time to ruminate, from my perch in the future. MUCH. TIME.
I ONCE ATE AN ENTIRE KOALA. DO NOT THINK YOURSELVES IMMUNE.
"In name only" "The moss" "Mental institution". Hmm, actually I'll give you that last.
Something over here smells of dung. Oh, I know. It's the water.
Primitives.
Well...Looks as all of us need more cattitude facing some beliefs about ourselves
My son Kristopher has autism and mild CP. Two years ago his therapist suggested we adopt a cat to be a companion for him. Soon after, Trinity became a member of our family, and changed my mind about being a "cat person".
The Cat
“I am not a cat person” I say, sitting in the doctor’s office.
“But he could use the companionship” she says, as If I am not enough for him.
“I am not a cat person” I tell the girl at the shelter as she leads us from room to room pointing out her favorites.
“But look! That one is perfect, and seems to have chosen your son” she points to the tiny tabby sitting quietly next to him.
“I am not a cat person” I tell the pet store clerk as we check out with a long list of necessities.
“But your new kitty will love these things" she smiles while bagging the catnip mouse and pink food dish.
“I am not a cat person” I tell his Grandmother while texting a picture of the cat hiding under the table.
“But this is not about you” she admonishes as only Grandmothers can.
“I am not a cat person” I remind myself as I watch this tiny creature purr and groom my child as if she were his mother.
“But isn’t she nice Mom?” he whispers, and my chest tightens with love and I sigh, because right now, he is not anxious or lost in his own far-way world, his legs don’t hurt…and he is smiling.
“I could learn to be a cat person” I reply.
Rhonda Stuppel
Clarksburg, MD
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