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Hello There!
I've finally gotten around to putting these pictures on the computer.



Yes, we are posing in front of a webcam. I walked into my parents room to find my Mooma sitting there exclaiming 'Wow, I'm so beautiful!'
So, obviously, I joined her :D And soon Sadie too... Oh, and Teddy, our puppy, but none of those photos were blog material.

Easter was okay. I spent it at a family friend's farm, surrounded by dogs, toddlers and adults. I took a nap in the car for an hour, which was nice.
I've been thinking about sexual euphemisms (classic) and adults. I swear, it seems as though people always use them but nobody over the age of 20 comments on it. Do you lose your ability to comically shout 'That's what she said!' as your maturity levels? Because if it does, I don't think I want to grow up Peter Pan.

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I have decided to start my first blog, with my favourite poem. Party because I'm not sure how to start, and partly because it's a beautiful poem... So why not?

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!"

Mary Frye, 1932