Love, Work, and Where You Stand
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The Fall Brew Review |
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Fall beers contain fantastic flavors that complement the season perfectly.
Eagles Football: Where Philly Still Exists |
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If I ever go to war, I want to go with Philadelphia Eagles fans.
Patrick Edmonds' Guide to Sensible Voting: Look for a Face You Can Trust |
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I propose an alternative system that has guided me well through the voting process.
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love,
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High School,
Relationships,
commitment,
friends,
hats,
love,
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wedding Weddings. (Ugh)
For those of you Wal-Mart haters out there, STOP reading this blog post immediately. You will not like what it reveals about the uber-capitalistic, hick magnet, mega mart conglomerate. But if you are like me and love Wal-Mart for not only its great savings, but the endless hours of amusement which its shoppers and employees provide, by all means, continue reading. I have an amazing, little known fact about Wal-Mart history to share with you – a love story so to speak. Not only can you buy your ring there for the low, low price of $26.56, Wal-Mart can host your wedding too!! Ring the wedding bells, put on your best pair of black jeans and tuxedo t-shirt (cut off sleeves welcome), and roll back those prices!
The other day my six-year-old daughter said something to me that pierced my heart. I was in the middle of my daily after-work routine of rushing from one after-care site to another, swinging the minivan into the public places that care for my children. As I was robotically fastening her seatbelt, my mind preoccupied with unimportant thoughts, she quietly said into her lap, “I wish I was never born.” At that moment, my knees actually buckled. I looked at her for the first real time that day and asked her why. She admitted, with the raw embarrassment of a child, that she had no one to play with at recess.
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Kahill Gibran,
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