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That's great, Lola! I hope that as you prove yourself and become more indispensable, they depend on you more and up your hours.
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Yay Lola Bunny!!!
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New job!:cheerldr:
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Congrats!!! Thats frikkin fantastic
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Hooray!
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Been busy and just now saw this, but go Lola!
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Thank you everyone!! :D
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Goodbye honey bunny, hello money bunny.
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Oh, by the way, I passed my general test for ham radio. :cheerldr::cheerldr::cheerldr::cheerldr: I passed it a couple of weeks ago, but I forgot to get one to tell ya the good news, hehe. With hubby's help, I made contact with Suriname, Italy, hm....country in South America, I think. I forgot where else. As soon as I get my qsl cards, I can start exchanging for them. :D |
Hey folks!
Wrapping up here in Detroit...I am being sent to Chicago for the remainder of the campaign. I've had a great time here...a very underrated city. Was just up in Toronto for the first time this past weekend...what a great town. But easily has the most insane taxi drivers I've ever seen. Lots of pics I need to upload...more later... |
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Beautiful.
"Sirens" Hear the sirens. Hear the sirens. Hear the sirens, Hear the circus so profound. I hear the sirens More and more in this here town Let me catch my breath to breathe And reach across the bed Just to know we're safe I am a grateful man The slightest bit of light And I can see you clear Oh, have to take your hand And feel your breath for fear this someday will be over I pull you close, so much to lose knowing that nothing lasts forever I didn't care before you were here. I danced in laughter with the everafter But all things change Let this remain Hear the sirens Covering distance in the night. The sound echoing closer. Will they come for me next time? For every choice, mistake I've made, it's not my plan To send you in the arms of another man And if you choose to stay I'll wait, I'll understand Oh, it's a fragile thing This life we lead If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace By which we live our lives with death over our shoulders Want you to know that should I go I always loved you, held you high above, true. I study your face, and the fear goes away. It's a fragile thing, this life we lead. If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace By which we live our lives with death over our shoulder Want you to know that should I go, I always loved you, held you high above, true. I study your face, and the fear goes away, The fear goes away, The fear goes away, The fear goes away. Ah-ah, oh-oh Ah-ah, oh-oh |
My friends and their idea of using the last of summer strawberries and georgia peaches to make sangria...crazy girls.
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It's good to have friends. :D
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'Tis.
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