Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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My son and I live on a farm in Iowa with a menajarie of other
animals. On a good day our life runs like a smooth three ring
circus. On a bad day one of the elephants escapes and charges
the crowd. Please join us in our adventures, just watch where
you step.
animals. On a good day our life runs like a smooth three ring
circus. On a bad day one of the elephants escapes and charges
the crowd. Please join us in our adventures, just watch where
you step.
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away......
6 comments:
UGH!
Just ugh. What an asshole.
Jesus. Christ.
Let me say first hand that these pictures do not capture the magnitude of what happened. If these are the pictures I snapped prior to the police arriving we had picked up some of the glass to keep the cats and Spike from stepping on it as it shattered over the bannister into the living room as well as all over the base of the stairway.
Not shown is the detergentthat was all over the fridge and floors/walls surrounding. Which I guess is neither here nor there but I know Heather has been questioned about the severity of the incident and even the incident itself.
I have seen these before. I saw you directly after it happened. However it still brings me to tears. This is just not something that should happen.
I am glad that you are letting it be known that you did not make it up, or make it worse than it was.
It was a terrible incident and there is no reason for you NOT to talk about it.
I am glad that you are finally to the point where you are angry about it. It took way to long to get here, but in order for you to heal you have to scream it to the world and let it go.
Looking at these you should be proud, you will NEVER put up with this again.
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