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If we had to vote for truth or fiction we would probably vote for truth. If the vote were between truth and lies, there would be no question, we would vote for truth. However, fiction and lies are not synonyms. They would be if the fiction was about real people. If the fiction is about imaginary people then they might be more truth in the novel than in the biography. “Pa Kurtz was slight and wiry, all muscle and bounce. From bigfoot enthusiast Ron Read on youtube: The final video episode in the Midwest Bigfoot series. I kayak into the Mercer Bayou, discover some of the flora and fauna, then we go onward to the Ouachita mountains before heading home. On Xmas day, I received a phone call from my first-cousin, twice removed, on my Mother’s Father’s side of the family. I wished her a happy holy day, but reminded her that I am Jewish and we don’t celebrate Xmas. Both of my Great Grandparents on my Mother’s Father’s side are buried in a Jewish Cemetery in Szolnok, Hungary, a place that I have visited twice. I have managed to trace some of his siblings in Hungary, and only one brother immigrated to the United States, and I met him once. I also have met his three children, some of their descendants, and these are the generations where the Jewish connection disappeared. Unfortunately, there are still many who believe that one or more of my kin are still guilty of that crime. courtesy of singtao. Kwan Yu's family including husband Peter Chan Ho Sun and daughter Chan Si Chi also attended. Doncha wanna just say “Follow the Yellow Brick Road?” I do. We also saw a Muskrat, a Badger and one lone baby Duck waddling across the road.
I only saw two Monarch butterflies along the way.
Still featuring Craftwork Cards Romance collection, but today I have team it with my favourite cardstock of all times Ritzy.Some buttons were threaded with ribbon and attach down the side. Happy Monday to you, we are glad you are here with us week after week to share your inspiration of the Mojo Monday sketch. have fun! To play along, just make a project using the provided sketch and upload it to your blog or online gallery. Then leave a link to your project using the linky widget at the bottom of this post. Please use a direct link to your Mojo post and not just your blog. Verve stamps are NOT required to participate, and you can enter as many times as you want.
As always, if you don't have a particular shape, feel free to substitute.Twenty one museums provided mummies for the exhibit, curated by the Reiss-Englehorn Museums of Mannheim, Germany in association with American Exhibitions, Inc. “People are fascinated by mummies because they’re such an anomaly,” says Diane Perlov, senior vice president for exhibits at the California Science Center. ”. There's purple trainwreck up in the shop. If you don't bag some tonight, I'm going to start doing quadruple batches once the new yarn gets here, so don't pout. It is understood she was found dead at her home in Aberdeen on Thursday. Mrs Moffat was an Aberdeenshire county team player for many years. Germans are masters of blending in in America. While other cultures are well represented, German products are hard to find. This blog will help you find German products. I will take you to stores that cater to us. Here you will find everything German. and so on. I left work early, fighting off a sick feeling in my gut.
I needed to get out of the office, and quick.While my insides worked the lower trapeze, my head was thinking about one thing: snow. Halfway home to the farm I was dipping down into the village of Shushan, and with my windows slightly open I took in the smells of the wood smoke. They beat me to it.
I smiled and ruffled Gibson's shoulders.
Snow was starting to fall all over.
The familiar orange roads of leaves and dust were now covered in snow.It wasn't even Hallows and I was thinking about a long weekend indoors with words and coffee. Sweaters are at the ready, son. The first time I had an opportunity to do up a place of my own- I painted my little sitting room Red. It pleased me. So much so- that I painted my next abode - yes-Red. My next move was into a large house and it would seem Red would naturally follow me the short two blocks away. With each move I found I needed it less. About twenty-five years ago, I attended my last college party. It was hosted by a young man I liked and was rather friendly with. He was a little thin, not muscular, a little short, kind of nerdish and a bit femme.
I assumed he would never be interested in someone as low and unworthy as me, but I was content to simply be his friend.I chatted with him on campus, at the local gay bar, in town, at the student LGBT club…wherever our paths crossed. I was a little nervous about going to his party, but I went because he was hosting it. At one point, I was standing on the porch, and he was in the kitchen making snacks for his guests. We chatted through the open window, and suddenly he unexpectedly leaned over, poked his head out of the window and asked me for a kiss. .