Some morning are just you don't have to leave. Some are ordinary beyond beliefs(?) and some are well their full of interesting things that make you wonder about the world. For example this morning it's snowing, the roads are scrape my drive way was bloody hell to get out off and kinda scary. The secondary road going from my the road to my farm the hills in whole Algeria(?) is full of ice and snow and mostly 1st and 2nd gear type driving. Thank God I got a 5 speed in this thing and the cars is pretty ease(?) to know Honda Accord and drive
Hi my name is Diana Harvett(?) and I am living in Northern Hills California and I just feel like we really need to keep our promise and stand with Haiti. So I hope that you know government would be nice ___ America will do what's best and help this country out in the time of need. Alright. Thank you. Bye bye.
Hello, this is Mary Ayers A Y E R S. I'm a retired nurse and I want just want to say ___ some Los Alto Hills California and we I just want to say we need to keep our promise and stand with Haiti. Thank you. Goodbye.
by Oxfam America: Speak Up For Haiti
Tags: los altos hills, ayers, rm
Hello my name is Mary Ayers A Y E R S and I'm a retired RM and I live in Los Altos Hills California and we just want to say we need to keep our promise and stand with Haiti and do all the things that we promised. Thank you very much. Bye.
by Oxfam America: Speak Up For Haiti
Tags: sign language interpreter, haiti
My name is Hilda Restry(?) and I am a sign language interpreter from Hillspol(?) Wisconsin. We need to keep our promise and stand with Haiti. Thank you.
And we were in Mr Burster(?). At the end of a great 15K race. Sorry I'm a little too fast and I'm cocky to say in the last 2mi just I just didn't have any gas in me and overall stay in I ended up doing 11.3mi, decided to skip the last mile since I was totally spent after the the 15. So there you go, great run, not so not to hilly a couple of hills they were really nice just to just a good race all in all I finished and it wasn't yet time so they gave us these little cards you get to write your name, age you know what grip you in and your time. My official time was 1 hour and 47 minutes
by ZEN CONFESSIONS
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Tags: mojo, loco, marathon
Good morning my friends. I am now driving home the last of the bed(?). I'm at mile 25 up in Mojo Loco in my car as I have 5 blast off just to drive. I drove 13 hours yesterday fro Washington DC to Palm Cost Florida. Just get out of that truck. But it wasn't easy. My squads(?) are pretty surf for the hills I'm gonna ring for a marathon. But I fell much better today. And the the post racing for a has warned off and was getting back in to the reality of of understanding. That's we'll have to do. Somebody emailed, somebody thank you and it was incredible. But I was in Mojo Loco right now and the trail just looks spectacular for anyone who will be following us running the Mojo Loco December 11th. The great amazing team.
Well hello again this is this end run are coming to you on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. I think it's afternoon. I really have no idea. I am now with how to watch but I do know I've run about eleven and a half miles and I'm just like my mind is totally blown that I'm disappointed that I have to cut my lunch short eleven and a half because my foot starting to hurt. Just bit of a cramp and I think it's the altitude and you know this hills are just killing me and I'm a flat lander and I got more excuses than I can shake a stick at. It's good enough. It's good enough for a Sunday. I was planning on doing just a little bit more but still take eleven and a half including the banking. Hope for a better week next week. I mean I really do love ___ I really do love running down the through week(?).
by Nicole's phlog
Tags: yellow fever, walter reed, morning sun
This is Papa Doctors you conquered yellow fever. Chapter one a teenage doctor. If the Hills of Virginia lay even greener in the morning sun on September 13th 1851 Tora(?) Bara Reed and her husband Parson Reed were too busy to notice them. The baby warns them that day with their fit. He seems no difference from the others and the stories of Walter Reed's children childhood there is no hint of the man who's name would be inscribed one day in the hall of fame like any other small boy he easily wondered in and out of trouble.