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Wednesday, November 17, 2004 Another great weekend in Michigan. So many good times. Minus the hitting of a deer, and yet another close call...Ahem. Terry is so effing good to me. I really could go on all day about how great our trips are. The laughs, the fun, the music, the love.I am now home and am on my last day of training. Shara the cashier...oo la la. I have been learning to cook lately, teaching myself. Honestly I didnt even know how to deep fry. With help from Terry, imagination, cooking shows and a hint of advice here and there from by-standers I have learned quite a bit in the past two weeks. Its alot of fun. Everyday really is a new adventure. So this coming weekend, again I will hopefully be in Michigan, While my baby and his poppa bear will be hunting. Shit im happy. <3 Shara
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about I am in love with life. View my Guestbook I have no intentions to please anyone, I write in this for my own purposes. My own outlet. My own place to say what I want, when I want and how I want. With no worries of who I may offend. My belief is writing forces you to organize your thoughts, which helps you to gain control over what is happening around you. It releases stess. So here it is...straight up. archives July 2004 links My best friend Terry. a simple poem Here's 2 the crazy ones, Misfits, Rebels, Troublemakers, Round pegs in square holes, The ones who see things differently. They aren't fond of rules, And have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, Disagree with them, Glorify or villify them. The one thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push us forward. While some may see them as the crazy ones, We see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough To think they can change the world Are the ones who do. credits original layout w4rnawarni : listen to the music designed by w4rnawarni @ blogskins |