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Nevada Public Rock Art Sites. Public Rock Art Sites in Southern Nevada. Public Rock Art Sites A-L. Public Rock Art Sites M-Z. Whitney Pockets 2 and 3. CSS Cascading Menu Css3Menu.com. All information on this site has been moved to my Southern Nevada Rock Art website. Please click anywhere within this text to go to our main website. Last Updated on May 8th, 2014.
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: July 2013
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Saturday, July 13, 2013. A Letter to the Moon. Dear Mr. Moon,. You see it all, don’t you, you peeping tom? Some nights you wake me by staring in my window wearing a big mischievous grin. Other nights you study me with a magnifying glass held up to your wide open eye. You are so obtuse, and impersonal. Should I call you Dr. Moon? But, you see all. Who reads (and what)? You spy on lovers, and forbidden lovers. You see red and blue flashing lights, with flares. Tell me of the lovers.
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: Pants!
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Friday, October 31, 2014. There is a woman that drops off/picks up her kids at my son's school and she makes me crazy. Why? Because of her PANTS! Yeah, maybe I'm being dramatic. It's just that, well, last year she wore the same PANTS every day. The same ones, with the same spots on them. Different shirts, different shoes, same pants. Every time I saw her my mind would yell "Pants! And, it's not like she's an odd size or anything. I just don't get it. And, don't flame me for worr...
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: February 2013
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Thursday, February 21, 2013. It seems as if there is a secret club the majority of people belong to, that I am either not welcome in or not privy to the secret code of membership. You have to follow the rules to belong to this club, rules that I do not know because I am obviously not a member. Membership cards to this club are passed out as frequently as social security cards, based upon the statistics of the people that seem to belong to it. So, what club is this? Who says I'm not ...
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: Challenging Yourself
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Friday, March 28, 2014. Life often presents us with choices. Well, to be honest, every day we are presented with a myriad of choices. What to have for breakfast, what to wear, etc. But, I’m talking about the major, life changing choices, or so they seem to be to us at the time. In reality, they aren’t that dramatic. Life goes on no matter what choices we make. So, why are these choices so difficult? It’s our own fault that we make them difficult. In the mean time, just breathe.
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: August 2013
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Thursday, August 8, 2013. So, essentially I wanted to walk up a few steps, seee if I got a good view from my parking spot. Look ay whats going on with other people. I've never understood weapons collectors. So crazy. Always a family. Ultimate peer pressure there. My family has many diverse interests. We each pursue them alone. So, the official approach is rathet lonely but less distracting. Sent from my Verizon Wireless Phone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Guggenheim - New York.
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: A Letter to the Moon
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Saturday, July 13, 2013. A Letter to the Moon. Dear Mr. Moon,. You see it all, don’t you, you peeping tom? Some nights you wake me by staring in my window wearing a big mischievous grin. Other nights you study me with a magnifying glass held up to your wide open eye. You are so obtuse, and impersonal. Should I call you Dr. Moon? But, you see all. Who reads (and what)? You spy on lovers, and forbidden lovers. You see red and blue flashing lights, with flares. Tell me of the lovers.
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: A letter to the Sun
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Wednesday, March 12, 2014. A letter to the Sun. Dear Mr. Sun,. I wrote your brother, the Moon, a letter not so long ago. Http:/ stinasblablablog.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-letter-to-moon.html. I like him better than I like you, by the way. You aren’t as gentle as he is. We’re always told not to look at you directly. Why so shy, Mr. Sun? What have you to hide? Certainly, you don’t help us hide anything. No, you point out our faults for all to see, garish and loud. The Metropolitan Museum...
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: September 2013
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Thursday, September 19, 2013. Communication used to take weeks, or even months. Now, it’s instantaneous. But, have we accepted it? I have to share a story that’s been nagging at me ever since it happened over a year ago. I received a text message from a guy-friend one afternoon. It was a joke. As I was busy, I didn’t reply right away. Later that night, around midnight, I tapped out a reply then went to sleep. She proceeded to call me at least 7 times, but left no message. So, I text.
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog: October 2014
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Stina's Bla Bla Blog. Friday, October 31, 2014. There is a woman that drops off/picks up her kids at my son's school and she makes me crazy. Why? Because of her PANTS! Yeah, maybe I'm being dramatic. It's just that, well, last year she wore the same PANTS every day. The same ones, with the same spots on them. Different shirts, different shoes, same pants. Every time I saw her my mind would yell "Pants! And, it's not like she's an odd size or anything. I just don't get it. And, don't flame me for worr...
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