Cows on the Beach this morning
Without their people. Checking out the fancy resort next door. Talking. Bringing their kids. That is all I'm saying.
posted by Sa @ 7:26 PM
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Without their people. Checking out the fancy resort next door. Talking. Bringing their kids. That is all I'm saying.
"A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness." - Repo Man
About Me
- Name: Sa
- Location: The burbs.. Northern ..., New Jersey, United States
This is the story of me, Sa, who on my 42nd birthday received my first white coat at Saint George’s University School of Medicine in Grenada, West Indies, started medical school and pledged to become a physician. It is about what it is like to tear up your life and leave again and again to pursue a dream. It’s the story of a woman who often thinks, “what would Buffy do?” . I am a yoga loving, dog loving, beautiful, former chef, former sales person, former tutor and current immunology – o – phile who tries to love the intertwining snail track of life and how it all connects. It is a plate o’ shrimp – or shrimp plate--- and its my life.
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- Can I just say..
- It is just so lovely today..
- Ain't Missbehavin'
- Busted
- All hands on deck
- The market
- I Suppose it is still Paradise out there...
- Sleeping the sleep of the Just
- Here's the ting
- My Porch, my laundry
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Upon an island hard to reach,
the East Beast sits upon his beach.
Upon the west beach sits the West Beast.
Each beach beast thinks he's the best beast.
Which beast is best?...Well, I thought at first
that the East was best and the West was worst.
Then I looked again from the west to the east
and I liked the beast on the east beach least.
-Oh Say Can You Say?
Way back in the days when the grass was still green
and the pond was still wet
and the clouds were still clean,
and the song of the Swomme-Swans rang out in space...
one morning, I came to this glorious place.
And I first saw the trees!
The Truffula Trees!
The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees!
Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.
-The Lorax
Love Raebob
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