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Chazari posted a photo:
I should explain. As a joke (long story) we call the baby Optimus Prime while it’s in the womb. So um, as part of the joke we…um…yeah. I have too much time on my hands.
June 11, 2009withOptimusChazari posted a photo: I should explain. As a joke (long story) we call the baby Optimus Prime while it’s in the womb. So um, as part of the joke we…um…yeah. I have too much time on my hands. April 22, 2009A rose isn’t always still a roseMy mom had a friend in college named Bob. They lost touch as all college friends tend to do, but after dad died the found each other again and it was like no time had passed. He was (and still is) a good friend of hers and he’s someone I consider family. Before I continue, I will admit that I’m writing this note with tears in my eyes. I just got an email from Bob, with whom I’m still in loose contact. **************************** A friend of mine in Miami has had a florist business and was an orchid / flower freak that did wonderful work and did hybrids. He showed this one to me that he had come up with himself and had not named it. It was named “Ruth-Ellen Rose” after your Mom, of course, by me …. and I think of it now and then. Thought you might like to see it… Bob January 19, 2009The Husband is insane.The Husband ran a completely insane race yesterday–a snowshoe race. He claims it was worse than the adventure race. The snow shoes were too wide so he constantly hit his shins and the width made running on the narrow landscape difficult. At least he got free pancakes after. Anyway, they put out a video and the Husband shows up around 5:33. So check him out! December 9, 2008My Husband is InsaneAnd for those wanting to know more about the insane race the Husband ran this past weekend you can take a look at someone’s video on youTube. That’s right, one of the insane runners took a camera with him as he ran. It’s sort of like watching “The Blair Witch Project” on fast forward. You can see the as the first runners start crossing the finish line. I’m the dark the dark blob next to a car waiting for the Husband to cross the finish line and fearing he fell in the water and died or was eaten by hungry squirrels. |
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