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One doesn't *become* a Southern lady. You either are, or you are not. No amount of acclimation will make up for a lack of upbringing based on bare feet, good manners, and the mastery of "puddling" rather than sweating.
About Me
- Val
- I'm left handed. Consequently, I always have an ink smudge on my pinkie.
Here, read these.
- West of the Boulevard News
- RVA blogs
- HADUUUUUUKEN HUUUUUUBS
- Dinosaur Comic
- Sprout!
- Sister
- Brother
- My girlfriend, Maura
- Poetry is About Feelings
- Bonus Sister
- Bonus Brother
- The Jennifer Murphy
- Fat Anna Shot a Man in Reno
- Machew
- Matt, the Bastard
- Couch
- Kitty Creehan
- Andi de Mexico Nuevo
- Knitting Sister
- Century Rolls
- Playful Mama
- J in Ric
- Sarah Says
- dooce
Current knits
- MacBook cozy
- Bellini Shawl
1 comment:
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If I could speak in any
language in heaven or
on earth but didn't love
others, I would only be
making meaningless noise
like a loud gong or a
clanging cymbal. If I
had the gift of prophecy,
and if I knew all the
mysteries of the future
and knew everything
about everything, but
didn't love others, what
good would I be? And
if I had the gift of faith
so that I could speak
to a mountain and make
it move, without love
I would be no good to
anybody. If I gave
everything I have to
the poor and even
sacrificed my body,
I could boast about it;
but if I didn't love others,
I would be of no value
whatsoever. Love is
patient and kind. Love
is not jealous or boastful
or proud or rude. Love
does not demand its
own way. Love is not
irritable, and it keeps
no record of when it
has been wronged.
It is never glad about
injustice but rejoices
whenever the truth
wins out. Love never
gives up, never loses
faith, is always hopeful,
and endures through
every circumstance.
May You Always
Experience This
Kind Of Love,
Dr. Howdy
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