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iblog #9 September 29, 2008

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Cara was first born of the twins, oldest of all the kids. She’s only older then Mady by 6 minutes..

but she acts way more mature most of the time. She’s a little sweetie

who frequently finds friends fast.

The picture is from when she and Mady got headshots done for fun.

She’s adorable, eh?


iblog #8 September 25, 2008

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So i already said how i’m pretty much in love with Jon and Kate plus 8, yes?


well, i’m going to do some individual stuff starting with the girls then the boys.

just saying what i like and stuff. yep (:


Leah is the one that’s always laughing. She’s the smallest and the loudest.

whenever she doesn’t want to do something, she exclaims: I can’t! I am too little!

She really is a tiny little thing. 7th overall, 5th out of sextuplets.

ain’t she the cutest (:


iblog #7 September 23, 2008

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i fell on my butt at the park today.

it was pretty hilarious.


iblog #6 September 22, 2008

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Oops. Sorry i didn’t get on yesterday. I was a little busy.


This is the giraffe that tried to lick my jeans. Lick them! We were up on a platform (this trip, although i did enjoy it greatly, was for the most part for my 2-year-old cousin) feeding them the little giraffe-y biscuits, and i guess he just thought i was really pleasin’ him with some fabtastic biscuit treats-es.

So he attempted to swipe his mouthal organ muscle across my Levi’s.


He didn’t succeed. Hooray for lauren’s epic reflexes!


Book recommendation: Twilight September 20, 2008

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Oh my goodness gooseness bujeebes. This book saga is ahh-mazing.

Bella Swan arrives in a new town where she thought she would be the outcast of the school she is attending. After the initial shock of how easily she fitted in, she soon realises who the real out-casts are. The Cullen family who sits in the corner of the canteen room hiding in the shadows.Their unusually white skin and dark eyes with a hint of purple under them, like they havn’t been sleeping lately, took to Bella’s attention, especially one of them. Edward Cullen, beautiful and strange saves Bella from a near death experience. That is when Bella investigates further into the Cullen family history, and discovers a cold deadly secret about who they are. As Bellas and Edward develop an intimate relationship, there is a deadly barrier between them both.

I mean honestly. GASP. This is porn for women. Not in a provocative way, you weird headed noob. Edward is the ideal man. For anyone. I have to be honest.. it’s like my obsession with Harry potter. When i’m done reading and discover that the man of my dreams isn’t real, i almost cry.

But hey, i can dream.

…he could be real.


iblog #5

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So right now i’m babysitting. Not earlier, now. They’re out in the living room watching sponge bob (ha ha). This is actually the most kids i’ve ever babysat at once. So far it’s been pretty easy. I’m at Zoe and Libby’s house, and Sean and Emre came over. Zoe&Sean, and Libby&Emre are the same age, so they frolic around asking for no help from me (except drink refills and backyard permission, of course). They’re pretty self-sufficient. It’s a nice break. I wasn’t expecting it to be such an easy ride. Which it obviously is, as i’m blogging right in the middle…

Anywho, this is turning into a journal entry. I think i’ll blog some more tonight but that’s enough for this one. Schones Wochenende. (:


iblog poetry September 19, 2008

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I’ve had my poetry published in some anthologies and on one website. 3 poems, 4 places.

Here they are (:


All hands on deck

They run and they run

Ropes flying

Voices blaring,

Trying to keep moving.

The waves

are pumping

and thumping in time

to the beat

of their hearts

to the howl

of the wind

The flag goes up

and flaps at the stars

The boat is rocking

and speeding

through the water

it can’t be slowed

it can’t be controlled



Lanterns bobbing

Headaches throbbing

The women rush about

they are strong

strong as men


They raise the mast

it vibrates in the wind

They think

they’re succeding

But the boat is sinking

Filling with water

it can’t be slowed

it can’t be controlled

Abandon ship!

But there is nothing

to abandon to

All is black abyss

Down she goes.


They zip

and they zap

and they race through the crowds

Fighting crime

Defeating men

They are strong

They are fierce

They are for their own kind

Because they feel

They are

The best

of the best

They belong to themselves

Because in their lives

They protect the world

From the male gender.


Every day

I look out my window

the early morning

still painted in the horizon

like a canvas not yet dry

It stretches for miles

and seconds and lifetimes


A vast expansion

of hope.




With serene waves;

an added reward.

How did I end up here

in this beautiful place

with this magnificent life

on this dazzling Earth

I give thanks

and start my day.

that’s all.  hope you like-y like-y. d: