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Friday, August 16, 2013
  • He is mysterious in every way, the boy I have yet to meet. Nick got my hopes up. He stated that George was coming to visit. As my day progressed, the communication between he and George changed. George wasn't coming to visit... He was coming to say goodbye. As a newly drafted marine, George sought it fit to say his goodbyes before being deployed. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. I had yet to meet him and the possible man of my dreams was going to be just that... a dream. I nearly cried over a boy I had never met. I've been alone for so long that possibilities of meeting peop ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Friday, August 16, 2013, 10:17:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, August 16, 2013 10:33:00 PM
2. Bluestone Road
Sunday, March 25, 1973 to Tuesday, March 25, 1975
  • Living so close to our school had a couple of advantages: I could go home for my lunch and in the evenings Tommy and l would squeeze through the railings and have a kick about in the playground. One evening we climbed onto the toilet roof to look for balls. I was busy trying to dislodge a tennis ball from the gutter when I heard loud knocking coming from the main building, I glanced over and saw the stern face of our headmistress, ...continued...

  • By: kris  waters
  • Friday, February 01, 2013, 1:21:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, February 01, 2013 2:19:00 PM
A turn for the worse...
Friday, November 01, 1974 to Thursday, November 01, 1984
  • My entire world changed, days before my eighth birthday. The years of pain and stress had taken its toll on my guardian angel. I awoke one morning to find her out of sorts. Something major was happening to her health. The last I remember of this time was trying to talk to her, but she had gone deaf. I watched her intently as she sat in front of her dressing table getting ready to go to the doctor. Little did I know that this would be the last time my guardian angel would be with me. My mother suffered a stroke, and was left paralysed the ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Sunday, November 30, 2014, 1:56:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, November 30, 2014 2:38:00 PM
me and my scattered memories and thoughts
Saturday, July 27, 1974 to Friday, July 27, 2012
  • Why does it go through my mind in slow motion? All the memories. Things that were kept tightly sealed ia my imaginary box and put away in my imaginery closet. Trying to keep busy in order not to think, not to remember. But it doesnt help. Dont´t get me wrong they are all not bad memories. Alot of them are good ones but for some reason the bad ones are easier to remember. On my way to work I thought I was running late but as usual i am on time. All my l ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, May 03, 2012, 11:13:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, May 03, 2012 12:05:00 PM
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, April 02, 2014 2:39:00 PM
Thursday, April 27, 2017 to Sunday, May 07, 2017
  • Ellen Morrell Final Reflection Throughout this semester I learned such a great deal I didn't even imagine we would get through as much interesting material as we did. I felt this class was so special to me because it so important to constantly be learning about the culture and environment around us. Not only will this allow you to be a more well rounded human being but it will help vastly in the health workplace I am trying to achieve. I feel I can move forward in professional goals feeling more culturally aware and effective in the way I can communicate with clients or p ...continued...

  • By: Ellen  Morrell
  • Saturday, February 04, 2017, 12:48:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, May 07, 2017 11:59:00 PM
Happy New Year 2018 (Break UP)
Monday, January 01, 2018 to Saturday, January 06, 2018
  • It was already New Year and I tried to find him... But there is no sign of him... I tried to cover my tears with a smile just to celebrate my New Year with a smile... I talk to my cousin and tell her that I will find him so that I can greet him and kiss him like we always do... But I found nothing so I go to bed early and cry without hesitation... I feel that I was been betrayed... He dont tell me where he going and I dont know also where he have been... I cried until I get tired of crying and I found myself sleeping... I woke up early in the morning and decided to fix myself and go ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
  • updated: Friday, January 12, 2018 1:19:00 PM
A Bookworm at Girl Scout Camp Memoir
Monday, January 12, 2015 to Thursday, January 22, 2015
  • ~~A BOOKWORM AT GIRL SCOUT CAMP In the 1950’s my family moved from a little Missouri town to the small town in Indiana where my father grew up. We lived with our grandparents for a few months while my father started a new job and we found a house to rent. My little brother and sister, ages six and five respectively, roamed my grandparents’ big back yard and the neighborhood, but I asked if I might read the old books I saw in the parlor bookcases. My grandmother, usually so strict about us not touching her possessions, gave me permission. I read from books that far exceeded my s ...continued...

  • By: Joyce  Brown
  • Thursday, January 22, 2015, 3:41:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, January 22, 2015 3:47:00 PM
Dragon Sword -- Chapters 1 & 2
Sunday, December 21, 2014 to Wednesday, December 31, 2014
  • Dragon Sword-Book 3 in The Battle Wizard Saga Chapter 1 Black magic smells like nothing else. Worse than the oily smoke of a rancid grease fire overlaid with a tang of decayed meat. Its evil wrapped around and layered the tongue like a thick paste of ashes and motor oil. Only Sig could smell it. A good extra sense since his job was hunting evil. Sig walked the middle of a narrow, cracked asphalt road bordered by a cornfield to the left. Cars and pickups lined both sides. A sharp steeple rose above the whitewashed wooden building on the right. Morning sun reflected from red and gold pa ...continued...

  • By: C.M.  Lance
  • Wednesday, December 31, 2014, 9:16:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, January 08, 2015 4:54:00 PM
Eye Lashes and Noises at Night
Sunday, April 13, 2014
  • To get these posts out every night is quite an ordeal. The cold saps battery power so quickly you can watch the meter tick away. Every piece of electronics needs to be warmed against the body to restore power, then used quickly. We generally collaborate on our posts then, just before dinner, we will hook up all the various devices and start the long process of uploading our posts. I have to admit it is a pain, but something we both look forward to every night in our tent. I believe Mike is going to write about the noise we heard last night so I won't go into great detail, but I will tel ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:39:00 AM
Interprofessional Awareness and CLAS Standards
Friday, March 03, 2017 to Monday, March 13, 2017
  • I would like to become an occupational therapist and I was able to locate the American Occupational Therapy Association's (AOTA) Code of Ethics and compared them to the CLAS standards. The standards that the AOTA sets are very similar to the CLAS standards. This makes a lot of sense as the CLAS standards are set by the US government as standards that should be followed in all healthcare interactions. Both the AOTA and CLAS standards make quality care the principle standard. The principle CLAS standard states that healthcare providers should “provi ...continued...

  • By: Rachel  Gremminger
  • Friday, January 27, 2017, 11:44:00 AM
  • updated: Monday, March 13, 2017 9:21:00 PM
Early Memories
Tuesday, November 14, 1933 to Monday, November 14, 1938
  • I was born on November 14, 1933 at 1307 Rhomberg Avenue at around 6 AM during the middle of the depression. As most of the birth's at that time, it was not at a hospital. Dr. Bacon was our family doctor and he was present at my birth. Dr. Palen, who was related to Pop, was just coming up the stairs when I left out my first cry. Paul was downstairs and Dr. Palen told Paul that he had the baby in his bag. I think Paul believed that for decades. Mom says she always wanted a black haired baby and she got one in me as I had a lot of it. ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, November 17, 2011, 10:23:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, November 17, 2011 10:44:00 AM
My Neighbor Mows My Yard Even Though I say "Stop Mowing"
Thursday, July 01, 2004 to Monday, June 30, 2014
  • More Love Stories - http://tinyurl.com/j5mbhlu My neighbor mows my yard every week even though i have asked him to stop many times. He also appeared yesterday with a chain saw and was going to cut down my big maple tree in the front yard. I have a plan but i can't tell you what it is just yet. 7/1/2014 I started this story sometime ago and thought I best add a bit more information because of continued request from readers so here is my next thought. My neighbor, the same one I mentioned earlier, decided if he was to continue mowing my yard, t ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, May 07, 2016 12:41:00 PM
Small open lead
Monday, April 07, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, April 07, 2014 5:06:00 PM
Sunday, April 20, 2014
  • Sitting here in Oslo Norway the past few days waiting for our flight back to the States we had the opportunity to rest, recharge and go to the Polar Museum in town as Norway has one of the most storied reputations for Arctic and Antarctic exploration in the world. Adventurers such as Amundsen, the first to reach the south pole and cross the Northwest Passage, and Nansen, famous for his expedition to the north polar icecap in the ship named Fram which was frozen into the ice intent on floating with the drifting icecap both hail from here. After experiencing the unrel ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, April 20, 2014 1:44:00 PM

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