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"And go running for the shelter of her mother's little helper..."

Monday, December 29, 2008

Kevin is a ROCKSTAR



Our family has more talent than anyone knew....
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas!


Peace and love and lots of food and ... drink....to you all...
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Words of wisdom....

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. Now Men...Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.