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Over 30 and not getting any younger...
Tired of searching for new blog rings? Tired of trying to find new people to talk to only to realize that they were all born in 1980's??? Come to this ring where you will find intelligent writing that doesn't involve profanity every 2 words. There is no specific topic for this ring, it can range from friends, family to relationships. Only qualifications are that you have to be over 30 :-)
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chrispycrunch
Daily life is...boring! So my entries focus on the sharing of discovery and insight. -
cliopatra
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears or the sea. -- Isak Dinesen -
spinksy
Hey everyone! I am mother to a beautiful, adopted, sweet, little boy. I am also a teacher. I love what I do and xanga lets me vent about my days! Enjoy reading and thanks for listening! -
ThatOneBlondeChick
I'm a mom, a wife, a nursing student and CNA, an animal lover (ask me about my pets, there's not enough room to list them all here), a frequent blogger, a NASCAR fan, ummm, anything else you want to know, just ask! (Or look at the blogrings I belong to. That sums it up pretty well.) -
Tyche
Just when I think things are getting boring....what is that expression? "Life is what happens when you're busy planning other things...." -
soobee72
Come see. -
Alpha_May
I've learned that heartache can make you a stronger person. I've learned a lot about myself these past couple of years. I've learned that I'm able to conquer almost anything because I have something to live for. -
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Ezekiel36_33to36
Recovering from life; trying to shed the past. -
madhousewife
When my daughter was 3 1/2, she assigned everyone animal alter egos. That was when I became a giraffe. Over time the rest of the family was allowed to grow out of these identities (her brother became a delivery truck, and eventually a bus), but for some reason I have remained a giraffe. I don't know why. I don't feel especially giraffe-like, but after several Christmases, birthdays, and Mother's Days, I own a lot of fine giraffe merchandise. My daughter used to refuse to buy me anything non-giraffe-related, but she's lightened up considerably with age. I suppose if I were to tell her tomorrow that I didn't want to be a giraffe anymore, she'd be okay with that. The trouble is, I'd have to reinvent myself, and I don't know what I want to be yet. So for the time being I remain a giraffe. There are worse things to be. (Ask her old playmate, the pig.)
