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Name: alexann elizabeth
Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: a bit of alot of things..
stretching--praying.gratitude.watching the branches let go.honey on anything.thunder storms in bed. breathing.
Expertise: making a mess of things.
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Member Since:
4/8/2006
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| lookin for my own piece of mind.. thats where ive been. ive found it through the help of family. comfort of home. love thats lived on. the past can be a great thing to search. if you can balls your way past the hard stuff. god is the answer to that question that you cant quite find. peace is something so much deeper than you think...so much more vast. the comforts of an old lullaby. the quiet place noone really talks about but seeks out as they lay there in bed..right before drifting off. an old picture that sparks a tear and your not quite shure why. these things have helped me in this search and will live on. to not live with any preconseptions...what you think you know. doin whats right for no other reason than because its the right thing to do. no need for questions you already know the answer.. remember. that way reasoning has its way of slipping out of focus.. because you know why.. you know what.. and how..youve always known.. somewhere. slip back in your chair. remember dancing with your grandfather when you could bareley walk. remember laughing. remember songs and movies you could hear and see over and over cause they take you someplace.. remember july and fireworks.. let it go and start fresh. | | |
| off to houston in eight hours.. im dreading all the questions... all the non-answers i must give.. ahh.. | | |
| "You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies." - Barrie | | |
| Christmas documentation #3 ( 2 was accedently deleted..you snooze you loose.not that anyone reads this thing anyway.)
I Come out of the bathroom to find my dad crouched on his knees behind the banisterlooking through the scope of his new 270 winchester rifel.. wich i all of a sudden realized was pointed directly at the neighbors house across the street...he had it proped up on the banister with his glasses sitting on top of his head... he peered through the scope...
Me: uhh... dad.. you know this looks incredibly suspicious.. (pause..) .MOM! Dads got a gun... and hes aiming for the Jacobsons!!!
Dad: (refusing to take his eye away from the scope.) "HA! isnt it great!" "PAAAW!"(he throws his head back) "Got em."
Mom: PHIL! That is so innaproopriate.. especially in front of your daughter!.
Dad: Naaa... she loves this. dont you honey!
ME:"YOUR ALL INSANE!!" | | |
| Christmas Documentation #1
ME: (Walking into the kitchen and picks up huge plastic container of economy sized pickles.)
"Dad, why do we need so many pickles... there is no practicality in this at all.... i mean unless we open up a chain of sandwitch shops.."
Dad: "Cause they keep. Its great! Who doesnt like pickles!?"
Me: Mom look at this! When would we ever need this many pickles?
Mom: Phil! I dont even like thoes kind of pickles.
Dad: "Honey, They're KOSHER DILL!! Whats wrong with you people!" | | |
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