I have a big thing with trying to save money when I can, and that means I will scour the web to find free, printable things...be it stationery, clipart, coloring pages for kids, and now coloring pages for adults. I picked a few of my favorites to share with you...that I found on the web and I do not claim any of the images as my own. All are free and printable... Enjoy! To save any of these images, put your mouse on the image of your choice, right click and on the popup menu, pick "save image as..." and save it to a place in your photo folders so that you can find it again! Thanks for stopping by!
Here is one I colored! Last night, I decided to try my hand at coloring a page...and above is the result. Not bad! It was fun I will admit, and it sure whiled away some time. There is a method to my madness...last week I was told I have Fibromyalgia. This diagnosis explains so much : the random sore spots around my torso; the muddled thoughts and short term memory loss at times; headaches; general feelings of not feeling well with no specific point; all the things that would not "fit" into the other diseases/syndromes I have. Since my breakdown in 2001, I had noticed that I was having some issues with trying to remember things (clearly) , dealing with continual random thoughts more than usual...it's drove me crazy. Now, I have been trying to re-strengthen my mind...and get my mind to slow down...while keeping my body as agile as I can despite my own age and physical abilities. I've been doing various ...
My parents were married in 1956, in a Catholic church. Mom was Protestant. That very fact that she was, caused a lot of issues to rise on my dad’s side of the family, all devout Catholics. I’m really not sure how well my mom was liked by her in-laws, but in the years to follow, despite the family’s animosity, she refused to convert to dad’s religion. Mom was a gentle woman, very loving and giving. She wasn’t one to meddle in other’s affairs yet she stood her ground when she believed she was right. I was born in 1958 and by the time that I was 6 or 7, a silent war raged on that I was unaware of. Mom wanted me to know both religions, so I went to church school at a Baptist church on Tuesday afternoons as a time-release from my regular schooling. On Saturdays, one of my parents drove me to another church school at the family’s church (St. Vincent) for a couple of hours of Catholic teachings. This went on for at least a year, maybe two. I remember that one day, sometime af...
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