A Tale of Two Portlands. David Lister Versus the Remote. Dear Inscrutable Cookie Fortunes,. If Poets Had Conquered America. Madame Leah Bears the Weight of the Zoönoösphere. What Are We Going to Do Now? Follow John F. Leading an Aquamarine Shoat by Its Tail.

Thursday, March 06, 2008. I realize this may be disgusting, but I have been cracking up over the last two days because the twins have had the funniest, loudest gas! It makes me laugh because these sweet little girls have been pooting up big time every time they sit down to eat, they just let loose. Also sweet little Annika has been burping more than ever. Sunday, February 24, 2008. Friday, February 15, 2008. So the last few weeks have been a blast! .

Once a complicated symphony, now just a simple melody. My Story by Big Daddy Weave. If I told you my story. And if I told you my story. You would hear Love that never gave up. And if I told you my story. If I should speak then let it be. Of the grace that is greater than all my sin. Of when justice was served and where mercy wins. If I told you my story.

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To Seek, To Strive, To Find by Bethany W Pope. Three drops from a cauldron. To Seek, To Strive, To Find. Long ago, far away, a woman lived. Overlooking a lush green valley. Very deep in the glen, lived her first love. Eventually they met, and fell together before Death. Arrived and carried one into the dark. This is the story of their time on earth. Far away, long ago, we slept on soft earth.