Friday, May 2, 2014. We are getting very excited! Thursday, March 27, 2014. That is quite a span of time! Monday, March 17, 2014. Tuesday, March 11, 2014.

Saturday, November 20, 2010. 7 lbs 9 oz and 21 inches. We were in the same prep room as last time. We also went to the same delivery room. This is what Aliyah looks like when someone has cut her in half and is digging around in her internal organs. Saturday, October 2, 2010.

Sunday, August 5, 2012. ENCHANTED RIVER in Hinatuan, Surigao del Sur fascinates everyone with its deep blue abyss. Locals said nobody dared to swim in the river after dark because of the enchanted spirits. Saturday, January 15, 2011. Siargao, Boracay of Caraga. Siargao is not only famous as the surfing destination of the Philippines, it also boasted of a long stretch of white sand beaches and crystal clear water. Saturday, October 23, 2010.

Generation Debt, and other writing by Anya Kamenetz. Thursday, March 18, 2010. Come by and see me! Monday, March 01, 2010. Contains a long thoughtful and downcast article. As my sister Kezia,. The article argues that Millennials are.

Monday, July 1, 2013. I forgot how bad I hate moving. I also forgot how disorganized I am. I have spent way too much time the last four years in school, and not nearly enough time organizing all 5 people in my home, and, of course, all of the things we maintain. We are in and going though, so i guess life is good. Friday, June 7, 2013. Look at that butterball! I gre.

Monday, September 17, 2012. Celebrate Our 3 Year Anniversary. Back to Eden Bakery is celebrating three years of being open. To the public and we are showing our customer appreciation all week long with special. Deals, drawings and giveaways. We will also be drawing on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to give away tickets to.

Een kijkje in de wonderlijke wereld van twee kleine wondertjes .

Pegue uma xícara, sirva-se e fique à vontade. Geme o restolho, triste e solitário. A embalar a noite escura e fria. E a perder-se no olhar da ventania. Que canta ao tom do velho campanário. Geme o restolho, preso de saudade. Esquecido, enlouquecido, dominado. Escondido entre as sombras do montado. Sem forças e sem cor e sem vontade. Geme o restolho, a transpirar de chuva. Nos campos que a ceifeira mutilou. Dormindo em velhos sonhos que sonhou. Na alma a mágoa enorme, intensa, aguda.