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Monday, July 23, 2012. I love those people! I have really bee.
Sunday, July 11, 2010. One of my favorite things about Easter is the traditions that we have as a family. I wish it fell on Easter Sunday every year! Brenlyn, Easton, and Gunner. Briggs, Crew, and Emmie.
Saturday, March 19, 2011. I wish we lived closer to it, because I would love to go there often. Saturday, August 14, 2010.
Thursday, November 25, 2010. Today we are counting our blessings and wishing all those we love a very Happy Holiday! Posted by Vowell Family. Thursday, July 15, 2010. Happy 4th of July! At the Parade in Eagar. Gotta love that boy! Posted by Vowell Family. Friday, June 25, 2010. I took Pookie for her 2 year old pictures this week. Tuesday, June 22, 2010.
This is pretty much one of the best movies ever! I decided to check blogs today, and i noticed i hadnt posted since november! I dont know if anyone still checks this, but i decided im going to start this again, and hopefully be able to keep it up. Me and lexy at her birthday.
Too Many Thoughts, Not Enough Brain Cells to Process Them. Monday, 31 December 2012. Year of the London Olympics. The year the world was, yet again, supposed to end. The One Who Looks Lost. Tuesday, 11 September 2012. Most people make their resolution at the turn of the year. This year, I will be better.
For those for whom too many tights is not enough. Yep, basically because I get to do things like spend time hanging out in Byron Bay with an awesome photo shoot team, bringing the campaign for our Fantasea collection. Marketing boss-man Matt, social media boss-lady Michelle and myself.
Party On The First Fret. Produced and Mastered by John Paul Peters. Too Many Times and John Paul Peters of Prive Ear Studios.
Too many titles, not enough horse. I like to think I know these guys, and I especially like the moments that knowing them shines through. I had forgotten that they too know me. In matter of importance there is no difference, the reasons behind the importance holds the only difference. It is the very absence of judgement when you cry into a horses mane.