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Monday, March 19, 2007. THE BEST COMEBACK LINE EVER! Marine Corps General Reinwald was interviewed on the radio the other day. Regardless of how you feel about gun laws you gotta love. This is one of the best comeback lines of all time. It is a portion of.
A random and spontaneous series of blatherings. Wait, no, back in the UK. Its alright; the 9 month old is chewing on a knif. Thinking of reviving ye olde blogge. With thanks to Harley for the metaphor. Back in the saddle again.
This is Wonderful as Loving Goes.
قلب من برای تو ضربه میزند. Saturday, January 10, 2009. I went to the cave again with some friends. Alternatively, you can view then through the YouTube site. Monday, July 07, 2008. I took this picture of myself at work today. Friday, February 08, 2008. Monday, January 21, 2008.
Once trans-Atlantic tag team bloggers, now husband and wife dynamic duo. Wednesday, April 27, 2011. Fully reclines and turns around. Great for video game playing guys or for kids of any age.
Because i love, i hurt. because i feel, i write. Tuesday, June 27, 2006. Tuesday, April 11, 2006. Just keeping on top of the ball. Hey I have really slacked at this whole blog thing. If you really want to keep up with what is going on in my life, check out my journal on myspace. I hope you all are doing well.
Sunday, September 17, 2006.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007. Well, i know! .
The Daughter of a Lion is still a Lion. Well really this blog is just the random thoughts of an often tired mind. Friday, April 22, 2011. Today was so fun! We bathed the girls and put their hair up and made a trip to get groceries an adventure! Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone.
Life is an adventure in my opinion. I want my life to count for something and to look back and know that life was worth living. Wrexham, North Wales, United Kingdom. All good things come to an end.
Poetry and Somewhat Social Commentary.
Saturday, October 8, 2011.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007. Well, i know! .
For Idaho, and for Kansas. Can you hear us? We are here,. In the slow rain of eighteen-wheeler tread,. In cricket din, the tallgrass thicket whipping. Like a brushfire eats, Listen, the morning sweats. Its birds, the jet trails are a music hanging by its wire. In the sky, which we see all of, day and night. This is where your trash is buried,.