It was a Sunday. It was almost dark. It almost got stuck in the mud, but the cheering squad wouldn't allow that to happen.
From the back, it looked like this:
And from the front, this:
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To my first on his 14th, 15th, and 16th
Dear John, Happy Sweet 16th, sweet boy. You are now taller than me and your dad. You can pick me up. You have a job. You built a motorized b...
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Dear John, Happy Sweet 16th, sweet boy. You are now taller than me and your dad. You can pick me up. You have a job. You built a motorized b... -
Well, for those of you who aren’t on Facebook or aren’t in the family, here is a plethora of important yet woefully non-poetic Becker Famil... -
Geese mate for life. And so far these geese have made it five years and have just recently signed another five-year contract. We went out to...
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What a cute little ball of testosterone!
My less-updated blog: kellymac.livejournal.com
I'm now very in awe of you being able to do weekly blogs. :) My problem is that I can think of things to say but I don't have very many photo ops. The Basha needs a haircut but now I'm tempted to let it grow and have cute Goose like curls. :) We should get together again soon!
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