Rented and watched Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock in Lake House. Snnniiiiiiffffff! I’d encourage you to rent it – if you like chick flicks and mystery and such. I will definitely want to watch it again sometime.
But just to make it more fun - I just opened one of my email accounts and found an email dated  April 7, 1970. Now, I deleted it, of course, because those predated emails (how do they do that anyway?) are generally spam of some sort.
But, what if . . . .
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okay friends . . . you REALLY must go and see this:
Easter Bunnies - we are Easter bunnies . . . ohhhhhohhhhhohhhh . . . and, whatever you do, do NOT skip the bloopers at the end. LOL!
 screen shot of the bunny chins 😉
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Hubby moose works as a Shadow at the middle school near our house. He works with a 6th grader and has a heart for each of the kids who cross his path daily.
One little girl is very ill – leukemia – and the parents of her classmates and others have been doing things to fundraise to help the family with the mounting expenses.
The latest event was a mass hair cutting of ponytails to be sent to Locks of Love. The stylists worked for free – those who simply wanted their ponytails cut and sent to the charity paid no money. Those who wanted a bit of styling paid $25 which was, in turn, collected for the family.
A few days ago hubby came home and said he had made a wager with a teacher at the school – a male who has a very nice long ponytail. The women in the office had been after the man to get his hair cut for the fundraiser. He was reluctant (his SO wouldn’t like it) so hubby moose told him that if HE did it hubby moose would do it! (Hubby moose is VERY secure in his manhood!)
The first of the year – miles that is – okay, I know that it is only a portion of ONE mile, but a gal’s gotta start SOMEWHERE, right? Right.
The distance from my work place to the highway (or what passes for a highway in Kenai, Alaska) is .3 mile. That means the return trip is another .3 (add a teensy bit for crossing the road twice so as to face oncoming traffic). And, that is the distance I walked today. Ouch! my hips – well, the outside tops of my thighs – HURT! My lower back complained, too.
This pain is why I quit walking after the car accident two summers ago. But quitting walking has just allowed me to pile back on all the weight I had lost. Ugh!
I figure if I take it easy – don’t push for time or distance – sooner rather than later I will be able to not only walk this road, but be able to make a turn at the highway and head either north or south. That’s the way I figure. We’ll see what happens in reality. I’ve done it before so . . . hang in there with me, okay?
In other news:
The Boy is home, Lessa writes. More on that after he wakes up, I’m sure.I just got a ahug from the boy who came to see me bearing a gift. A keychain featuring the Eiffel Tower. All together now . . . awwwwwwwwwwwwww
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 Hey, all you crafty folks out there – please go over and read my entry today at Knitting Passion about keeping our veterans warm. Thanks.
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