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Bob, lisa, addison and lucas. Thursday, January 5, 2017. Just so you know, this blog has mostly been my online scrapbook as I am AWFUL at printing pictures, keeping albums, etc. Today is a snow day. so I have time to do this! The last few months of 2016 have been eventful and mostly because of this guy.
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This web page mightaswelltri.blogspot.com states the following, "I might as well give it a shot! Tuesday, March 14, 2017." We saw that the webpage said " Meanwhile, I have also been experiencing a bit of a midlife crisis! That term has a pretty negative connotation though, and my experience has been mostly positive, so I prefer to call it a midlife crossroads." It also said " Well, now its the third month of 2017, and I am still broke, and I have two unresolved injuries I cant afford to get treatment for, and pretty much zero time to train. At the same time, amidst my midlife crossroads sou."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
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Daily thoughts from the Wright Home. Wednesday, September 22, 2010. An ordinance performed in the temple eternally uniting a husband and wife, or children and their parents. For LDS families, an adoption is not complete at finalization. There is a kind of spiritual finalization as well. We call it a sealing and it means that Leo is now a part of our family, not only on this earth and in this life, but in the world and life to come. Tuesday, September 7, 2010. The Boys and their Toys.
Vorsicht, die Rose hat viele Stacheln. Das Futur ist doch ungeschreiben. When you see me slacking, tack me to the cake and lick my back. My cross will be well-greased with your intentions, you didnt see my foot in your bedpan. My shrine will host a tin ornament from a rotten childhood, flat and dull, still flashing light back through the black. Memories, past the hostility and into my dead stare where my smile lurks. Arrange it in a sweet new sequence. I said, good night.