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come and get me sons of bitches
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punk rock
dos it matter? no! it doesn't matter when every thought and deed it fraught with liability ( Read more... ) -
all of this matters
forget that journaling every year of my life crap. it would be interesting, but i have a life, that is all i need to know for myself. yeah, i have trouble remembering most of it, but thats all i need to know, i will enjoy my memories as they fleet ( Read more... ) -
1999
5th grade ...actually, I am off by a couple years. I was in 5 the grade when 9 11 happened, I will come back and edit later
living in a trailer in saline
we have to go back to work with mom after she picks us up from school
spend a lot of time at the Democrat gazette.
start playing softball for the lady bugs. meet Faith and Jessica W.
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1998
4th grade, Mrs. Baer/ Mrs. cow lady
Mrs. Baer makes me cry because I don't know my address...
mom must have married tommy and we moved into the trailer in saline county
I have my own room
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1997
Jess and i get to go to private school!! Christ Lutheran.
I start 3rd grade, last year of elementary school; I think my teachers name is Mrs. Barnard
mom must be dating tommy
when were in the living room at brockington, mom told us she was getting married and I burst I.to tears and Jessi held me while I cried.
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1995 i turn 4 years old
+my parents get divorced, I think.
+delicate memories of picking my nose on porch steps, hearing my parents yell, and watching yo simmity Sam on the TV, sitting in a laz e boy with dad. pochahntas
birthday cake for Jessi.
+home movies document living here, aunt angel perren hangs out a lot
+mom is a stay at home mom
+dad works for the extension service ( Read more... ) -
1994
maybe our last year in memphis
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1993
I think we moved to hotsprings, AR
we have home video of us living in a house I don't recognize and even more delicate memories of dad playing with the sandy bayou boys in a wood panelled house...this might have been our home in Memphis. I will have to check with mom
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