Зовут меня Игорь и пишу здесь только я. О себе записи в основном под замком, мне не нужна популярность и признания миллионов. Я прямой человек, и стараюсь ничего не скрывать если у меня спрашивают мое мнение. Записи в большинстве своем обо мне и том что меня затронуло. Тут на меня муза повлияла, и как результат стихотворение. Скитальцу не видать ориентиров,.

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A hop, skip and a nose dive into travels, endeavors and random sense. Mom used to make a pot of globby oatmeal for breakfast. Especially during the cool months. It sat in the pot with a big spoon in it and Mom would leave toppings in heaping bowls on the counter. As a kid the only way to ingest the oatmeal, was to smother it in brown sugar, coconut, pecans and, if the store provided, some cut fruit. Oatmeal was never a favorite. But time has changed me some I guess. Today, I ate oatmeal for breakfast.

Any prayers right now would be greatly appreciated. We are still figuring all of this out and know that prayer will offer us more support than anything else. Thanks for checking in! September 10, 2010. Hey all, sorry for a lack of posting lately. I am no medical professional, just a concerned wife.