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The Pierce Family: January 2009
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CLICK HERE FOR THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. Where did January go, anyway? Time flies when you're having fun.or running around like crazy! I returned to work after the Christmas break was over. It was good to be back, and we've gotten back into the swing of things (thinks like - Mom works again, and Dinner? I thought you ate lunch just a little while ago, and laundry.again? Can't promise much of a salary, but we'd love you forever! We are so proud of you! We are lookin...
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swimming from dry land: December 2007
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Swimming from dry land. Monday, December 31, 2007. Things I've learned from 2007 and some pictures from a disposable camera. Insert inspirational quote here). Here are my New Year's Faux/Real-Resolutions (the fun part is figuring out which ones I'm being serious about). Warning: this is an extremely sarcastic post. Those still high on "the Christmas spirit" should stop reading immediately and go trolling for leftover Christmas cookies. Okay, here goes:. 3 Always bet on Red 23 (Thanks, Cole! Here are some...
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swimming from dry land: #5 in a series on Young Adult literature
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Swimming from dry land. Friday, April 4, 2008. 5 in a series on Young Adult literature. With blacked-out teeth, more skull than face, Andy in school uniform, but covered with blood and his handsome face set in a smiling death mask, terrifying in its smoothness and perfection, and a female body, broken and twisted by the force of the sea, which I recognize as myself.". From Tessa Duder's In Lane Three, Alex Archer. April 8, 2008 at 1:06 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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The Pierce Family: October 2008
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CLICK HERE FOR THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Friday, October 3, 2008. Happy Birthday, Dear Lexie! We decided that Lexie bridges the gap between her sisters - she is a mix of them both. She has Chloe's hair and many of Grace's features with a skin tone that is right in the middle. Posted by The Pierce Family. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Our great family pics were taken by Mark's sister, Liz Pyke, while we were in Vail, Colorado. Happy Birthday, Dear Lexie!
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The Pierce Family: Happy New Year!!
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CLICK HERE FOR THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Saturday, January 3, 2009. We have been so busy since Thanksgiving! We celebrated Grace's 4th birthday in true Grace style.it was a Hannah Montana, Miley Cyrus, Wiggles shin dig. We had a ball! Hristmas was so much fun with the girls! They were definitely on the "Good List" this year because Santa came and left a messy boot print and soot in front of our fireplace. Lexie turned 3 months old - laughed out loud for the first time (at her daddy! Our great ...
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The Pierce Family: August 2008
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CLICK HERE FOR THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Tuesday, August 26, 2008. Chloe's First Day of Kindergarten. My sweet, not so little anymore, Chloe started her first day of kindergarten today.she absolutely LOVED it! Chloe and I are thrilled to finally go to school together! Posted by The Pierce Family. Sunday, August 24, 2008. Yesterday, I went to a "luncheon" with my sweet friends only to find they had thrown me a surprise baby shower! It was such a complete surprise! Maggie had been in communicado...
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swimming from dry land: Reading Between the Tines
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Swimming from dry land. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Reading Between the Tines. This morning I was reading through a journal called The American Scholar, mainly because I am supposed to be writing a book review about a novel whose main characters are a swimmer and a wrestler, and there is a GREAT article about swimming literature in it. But I digress. As I was reading through the magazine, I found an interesting poem called "It Cannot Be Said For Certain" by Kay Ryan. Matter. At some. To something - say.
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swimming from dry land: Boston
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Swimming from dry land. Saturday, April 12, 2008. At first there is no reason. A vacation in Boston,. No reason to recite lists of dishes. And carefully recorded in your notebook:. No reason to relate a meal devoured. Across from your brother. In a strange but familiar town. You lived in for just two years. He says it like that, just…). You try to forge stories from meals and memories,. And you drag him to that theater. With your name carved in the seat. And the magician’s dirty yellow robe. I really lik...
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swimming from dry land: May 2008
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Swimming from dry land. Tuesday, May 27, 2008. This is a picture of my brother (blue Hawaiian get-up), sister (front row), and me (take a wild guess) with some friends of ours from St. Louis. I put it on here for no other reason than it makes me laugh. Cross-dressing, anyone? Thursday, May 22, 2008. Hope Was Here, And Left When Things Got Stale. I just read Hope Was Here. In closing, the rest of the book is similar to a Hallmark Special. The Hope-isms and insight this 14-year-old delivers are overwro...
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swimming from dry land: November 2007
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Swimming from dry land. Monday, November 26, 2007. It was an accident,. Your average fender bender. With a glacial blue van. That shimmered like fish scales. In the wet intersection. It was like gently bumping. The boy in front of you. At the water fountain line,. Except the boy turns,. Droplets clinging to his snarling lips,. And he is an older man. Wearing a black scarf and a camel coat. Blooming blotchy as his face. What were you thinking. It’s only a week old. I count my husband’s apologies. Mysterio...
