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Monday, December 6, 2010. Little Red Wagon makes the Parade! How perfect is this? This was a float in the Owen Sound Santa Claus Parade! This is Terry and me heading up my laneway in the real deal my 1962 Buick Special Station Wagon. And below is Terrys very best Sears pose. and mine. Love it! Subscribe to Posts Atom. Back to mysweetpatootie.com. Join Our Email List. Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada. View my complete profile. Little Red Wagon makes the Parade!CONTENT
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Thursday, August 5, 2010. facebook would be better than this blog. I created the page but it has nothing on it. Forgot to post this one. we could do this on in zebra as shown, or in polka dot.
Monday, July 20, 2015.
Bila raya je rumah terbuka. Bila rumah terbuka je mesti raya kan. Memang orang Malaysia ni suka makan. Actually arini, opis En. Nizal ada buat jamuan bahagian terbuka. Awal-awal lagi dia dah request nak puding ais krim oreo. suke sangat dia ngan puding tu. Sebelum SP melalut panjang meh SP nak kongsikan bahan dan cara-cara membuatnya.
Every once in awhile my holding damn breaks and I weep. My chest does that thing it does to hold my heart, and I weep. Like a mess with mascara tracks down my cheeks and my arms wrapped around my core . I feel the privilege of my job in my bones, in my soul . but every ounce of pain and suffering that we digest has to come out. I never stopped noticing things like this but something had shifted inside me that stopped me from taking an image inside, touching it, feeling it, trying it on.