Turtle Life » Kayelless

Your voice

Kayelless — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 04:44:45 +0000

When I talk to you on the phone your voice rings with an echo from my soul as if it was always there, not so much as something from the outside. Instead, more as a part of me that is supposed to be there and is now in its proper place. Hmmm. Must be love.

Reason, season, or lifetime

Editor — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 05:20:33 +0000

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.

Kitty places

Kayelless — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 02:39:35 +0000

Jak, Li’l Bit and the chest of drawers

Sour grapes

Editor — Wed, 04 May 2011 00:06:30 +0000

It's just sour grapes. Someone who they hate, who they disrespect, who they are unable to accept has accomplished for them what their heroes didn't. They are fully aware of the significance of what has been accomplished, but it burns them like fire to accept it.

C’mon son!

Editor — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 07:26:34 +0000

Granted I'm no Photoshop wizard, but seriously.. what part about my art suggests that I have interests in having my pictures retouched? This guy made a pointed effort to send me a friends request and subsequent tag.

Gurgling loins

Editor — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 02:55:01 +0000

I didn't sleep much last night leaving me still in need of rest when it came time to be on the clock. Today's work shift was both physically and emotionally taxing. That same old thang chasing that same old thang with that same old song and dance ending with that same old senseless conclusion.

I love my buddy

Editor — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 05:40:44 +0000

Jak, shortly after his afternoon nap

Morning with Jak and Li’l Bit

Editor — Sat, 18 Dec 2010 16:20:14 +0000

As usual when I get up my babies are running around or waiting for me in my office. Here are a couple of photos from this morning.

Discoveries

Editor — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 07:02:16 +0000

On a mission to locate and resolve old key issues in my home I came across a Foster Grant sunglasses case that my darling niece had given to me as a gift several years ago, but when I opened it to check and see if it would fit my current pair in use I discovered that inside was a favorite pair that I thought was long gone to the great sunglasses hut in the sky. I love my niece. She is so awesome.

Please tip your pizza delivery man or woman

admin — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 05:07:27 +0000

We all can point to horror stories of experiences with pizza (or other food) delivery drivers, but those are the exception rather than the norm. The vast majority of us are just out there striving to do our best to earn a living. We sacrifice our personal vehicles and even risk our lives to bring you food in all types of weather conditions and yet we're paid (now) even less than the average behind the counter, fast food restaurant worker.