There was a reason these went away in the 80's.
They were really bad then.
They still are.
You may think you are the exception to this rule.
You aren't.
Especially if you're a guy.
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Well, with our eyes closed, and lots of wind, but hey, we're together! (Not to mention the fact that right after this was taken, we found out I was pregnant and I subsequently gained many pounds, so a more suitable picture is not forthcoming...)
Sariah with and the dragonfly she created
My spunky little darling.
Yes, I love technology.
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Dad and Mom
Well, with our eyes closed, and lots of wind, but hey, we're together! (Not to mention the fact that right after this was taken, we found out I was pregnant and I subsequently gained many pounds, so a more suitable picture is not forthcoming...)
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Sariah
Sariah with and the dragonfly she created
Essi
My spunky little darling.
Helam
Yes, I love technology.
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
5 comments:
Amen and amen. =] I know they are fashionable, but today's skinny jeans are tomorrow's stirrup stretch pants.
Tenise...I totally heart you!
Unless you're a rockstar, on stage jammin' out, NO WAY!
The other day I saw kid in the mall wearing skinny jeans. They barely came up to his butt and his shirt barely came to his pants. His hair had been straigtend, I'm not kidding. It was partly hanging in his face plastered with gell, stiff as a board,with one of those little strechy headbands, that I use to keep hair out of my face when I wash it, around the back and over his forehead. He was working at Wet Seal. At least he knew where to work to meat girls, if he was straight. I wasn't sure whether he was trying way too hard to be fashionable in a punck rocker sort of way or just gay.
AMEN! LOL.
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