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Wednesday, January 12, 2011. Some pictures of our fun Christmas, getting our tree, and Ryan working on the zipline. Pictures are out of order, sorry about that! We were up VERY early. This year was the most excited the kids have been about Christmas. Gingerbread house on Christmas Eve. OSU tram in Portland on Christmas Eve eve. Annual trip to Sunrise Christmas Tree farm.
The writing, portfolio, and studio practice of Lauren Ling-. Very few people know I. This is really old, but I needed a place to post it for a template.
Tasty Treats around the Baltimore Area. Every one makes mistakes and makes something that does not turn out how expected. The cake, before it was transformed. With a bit of thinking on my feet I decided to transform the cake into a trifle.
You are limitless and destined for even greater things! Cosmic Laws or nah? God bless it, youre beautiful. Ive been waiting my whole life. We were MADE for each other. You mean everything to me. Can you remember who you were. Love is Who You Are. Love is Who You Are. That Which Angers You Owns You.
Saturday, April 18, 2009. Who moved my blog? Same blog, new address. Sunday, March 22, 2009. We were the only two in the steam room. I was perched on a bench, wrapped in a towel from neck to knees, wearing pink rubber flip flops. She, a woman old enough to be my mother, was lying flat on her back below me, stark naked.