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How to be a Mermaid....
Swim Freely.
Love Completely.
Be Unique.Be Yourself.
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A few weeks ago we went to a train museum.  It was a lot of fun.  We rode a train from 1920 and on the original tracks.  Then we got on another train that was much more modern but still very old.  We had a great day.  Hopefully, over the winter we are going to go on the Polar Express and they serve hot chocolate on the train ride and then when we get to the next station the kids get to see 
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A small boy is sent to bed by his father…

[Five minutes later] “Da-ad…”

“What?”

“I’m thirsty. Can you bring me a drink of water?”

“No. You had your chance. Lights out.”

[Five minutes later] “Da-aaaad…”

“WHAT?”

“I’m THIRSTY…Can I have a drink of water??”

“I told you NO! If you ask again I’ll have to spank you!!”

[Five minutes later] “Daaaa-aaaAAAAD…”

“WHAT??!!”

“When you come in to 
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First, lets look at the actual work involved:

Travel to the session 
Setup, preparation, talking to the client, etc. 
Shoot the photos 
Travel from the session 
Load images onto a computer 
Backup the files on an external drive 
2-4 hours of Adobe Photoshop time, including cropping, contrast, color, sharpening, and backing up edited photographs. 
2-3 hours 
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"Birthdays are like Boogers... the more you have the harder it is to breathe." 
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"To be a star you must follow your own light, follow your own path, and never fear the darkness for that is when the stars shine their brightest."
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- Anonymous 



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Way too cute not to watch!
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“The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. (Psalms 18:2)”






I have never seen this before.  I guess I've just never noticed.  But I was making some eggs and when I opened the carton I saw this verse.  It just reminded me that God is my strength and figured that these eggs 
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So how do you like living with your family?


You've recently been trained on your invisible fence.  Have you liked your freedom?﻿


Do you get into trouble?


So what is your favorite time of day?


Do you get any special treats for being good every day?




I'd like to say a thank you to Ashley Sisk for giving me the idea of interviewing a pet.﻿
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 Self portraits can always be fun if you don't take the time to criticize yourself.  
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