Sunday, April 28, 2013. Thank you all for the support. However, I do have to point out to the fat man two doors down. You sir can go get promiscuous with a rabid raccoon! Wednesday, April 24, 2013. Alright, Alright, Alright! Left side of the bike. Right side of the bike. Friday, March 8, 2013.

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When I was a young lad I remember watching adds on TV for charities that seemed always to be looking for donations to help starving people in places like Africa. I grew up in Southern Ontario, and food was plentiful. I knew that these nice people were just trying to help out, and I knew they had a plan. Wynne was reacting to a report released Saturday that found barel.

Everything I want you to know. My lines blur between what I know of her and what I know of my father. They so heavily influenced each other, then me, that they eventually became one in my head. We all know how much Grandma loved Dad; not a single question about it. The loss of my father broke her to an extent I hope I never in my life understand. A lot of things broke Grandma.

4 out of 5 dentists recommend this WordPress. Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.