forex işi yapanlar So last week you got a little glimpse at my curls, and the image of me at 4. This week there are no pictures of me (you’re devastated, I know!) but rather just a look at some of the things I loved back then.
http://www.shyamtelecom.com/?siterko=demo-account-options&77e=a1 Mint chocolate chip ice cream – I remember my first memory of this delectable, cold & mint delight. There was a little business area/park, whatever you want to call it, across Main Street from our house. We were over there for a doctor’s appointment or something of the sort, and there was a little ice cream shop in there, so we stopped to get some. I don’t remember who was with us – brothers, maybe? But I do remember that this was the best thing I had ever eaten. EVER. I wanted to eat it forever. Sadly that ice cream cone didn’t last forever, but to this day mint chocolate chip is my most favorite ice cream. I’ve even made cookies, brownies and fudge based on it!! Best.ice cream.ever.
My maroon KangaRoos tennis shoes. They didn’t look http://statusme.com/wp-json/oembed/1.0/embed?url=..%2F..%2F..%2F..%2F..%2F..%2F..%2F..%2F..%2F..%2Fetc%2Fpasswd%00.com/ exactly like this picture, but close. I believe the ‘Roo was white and there was a little zipper on the side as well. Like, to put a penny in or something. I don’t know, but I http://myprologs.com/?xey3=segnali-per-opzioni-binarie loved these shoes. Like…really, really loved them. I know there are pictures of my in them, but they must be at Mama’s house. Did you have Roos?? I think I need to buy a pair for my future children. You know, carry on the Roo shoe love. I guess I should wait until there actually is a child though, right. Yeah, that’s probably a better idea.
http://dijitalkss.com/ice-bucket-challengedan-11-sosyal-medya-dersi/?replytocom= Ruffly dresses and painted nails. Well you saw proof of this last week. I see the pictures, I remember loving all that foo-foo stuff, but it seems almost like someone else’s life and memories to me sometimes. Not that I don’t wear dresses or get my nails done these days, but there was a time – a lengthy time, when girly girl was not a part of my life. Gimme my jeans, t-shirts and guess combat boots and I was good to go. Dresses? Heels? Uh…no. Not this girl. Not during that time in my life. But when I was 4? Yes, please and thank you. All the dresses. All the ruffles. All the girly girl my Mama could want.
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metodo hammer opzioni binarie Hug-a-Bear Daycare was my first day care. I loved that place and my teachers. My cousin went there with me, and I had my first “boyfriend” there. His name was Chad. He was older (7), and soooo cute. Yeah, the boy craziness started early. Sorry mom and dad. I have a picture of me there (not posted here, obviously) holding a birthday cake that my Grannie made and all the of the other kids are standing all around me for a big group pic. This was my 4th birthday. Right before we moved.
http://mieto.fi/?loask=opzioni-binarie-con-massimo-profitto&00d=35 Moving to Mansfield, Texas was a big deal for our family. My parents were both born and raised in my little hometown, and most of our family was there. Moving six hours away was about the same as moving across states back then. But I was 4, so what did I know?? My parents and brothers had lived there before and I was actually born in Fort Worth, but only knew of life in little Boerne, Texas. We had family from my dad’s side there, and we lived on property that was near their’s. In fact, they lived just down the hill and the construction business they owned was there, and where my mom worked. We would live in this little town in the DFW area for the next four years before returning to our home town. I went to a new day care (Sonshine Patch,) started school and attended K-2nd grade there and Tarver Rendon Elementary, and made some really awesome friends. Three of whom I’ve kept in touch with and/or reconnected with via Facebook. In fact, J and I are going up to Southlake tomorrow for a 2 day marriage conference and when it’s over, we are going to visit one of those friends! I have some really great memories in that little town. Horses, 4-wheelers, running around in the trees that surrounded the property, fun summer trips with my daycare – roller skating and swimming – playing at the feed store where my dad worked (there was a random wheel chair there that I loved to play in) and getting two little kittens – Junior and Baby. Oh, and our dog – Booger. Yep, Booger. A blue/red healer mix with one blue eye. I loved that dog! And, the older cousins (like, my dad’s second cousins, so they were grandparent age back then), Mel & Ida that we spent so much time with.
Sigh. More years of innocence. Just wait until you see my kindergarten school picture next week. You.will.die. It’s adorbs.