tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70775490802663106682024-03-08T00:37:20.231-08:00Taryn 365A 365 Photography ProjectTerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.comBlogger365125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-91949243328700116042011-07-07T19:20:00.001-07:002011-07-08T19:42:37.982-07:00365/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLLYYm86pI0/ThZpTGuZ0II/AAAAAAAAApw/V6EoBqGxopY/s1600/365.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLLYYm86pI0/ThZpTGuZ0II/AAAAAAAAApw/V6EoBqGxopY/s400/365.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And here ends my 365 project of my daughter, Taryn. She is simply an amazing, articulate, inquisitive, beautiful being and I look forward to seeing what the next year has in store for her. I will be leaving this project alone and embarking on a new one, whenever and whatever it may be. Thanks for joining me for the journey! </div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-72168051753825473412011-07-07T19:19:00.001-07:002011-07-08T19:52:31.256-07:00364/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeT8lv0UjPo/ThZpHlV0lAI/AAAAAAAAAps/L_dl9A_ugeM/s1600/364.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeT8lv0UjPo/ThZpHlV0lAI/AAAAAAAAAps/L_dl9A_ugeM/s400/364.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">She has been drawing faces for a few months now, but they always look a little....off. She sure does love art!</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-91795861248663539642011-07-07T19:18:00.001-07:002011-07-08T19:56:23.459-07:00363/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQTa3bAERA8/ThZo8LQ0K8I/AAAAAAAAApo/3_6RkLa8RNM/s1600/363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQTa3bAERA8/ThZo8LQ0K8I/AAAAAAAAApo/3_6RkLa8RNM/s400/363.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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With each adventure comes the opportunity for a misplaced step, a veered course, a stumble, a lesson. Sometimes I wonder if she just really, really likes her special bandaids.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-18351427725337364692011-07-07T19:17:00.003-07:002011-07-08T19:57:39.762-07:00362/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwtfqVqkQcc/ThZoxKdWQcI/AAAAAAAAApk/7dFFukLAMMc/s1600/362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwtfqVqkQcc/ThZoxKdWQcI/AAAAAAAAApk/7dFFukLAMMc/s400/362.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Giving new meaning to "the way to someone's heart is through their stomach". It takes so very little sometimes to invoke a world of magic and wonder if my child's life. The look that says "HOLY CRAP! YOU CAN DO THAT?!!?"</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-4582801845841661912011-07-07T19:17:00.001-07:002011-07-08T19:59:07.068-07:00361/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_rnnnDnYT0/ThZok7Fm9LI/AAAAAAAAApg/cXxKWxPYvaE/s1600/361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_rnnnDnYT0/ThZok7Fm9LI/AAAAAAAAApg/cXxKWxPYvaE/s400/361.jpg" width="323" /></a><br />
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Those lashes are the keeper of twinkles, the guardian of tears, and the ambassador of sleep.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-2771341191845852262011-07-07T19:16:00.001-07:002011-07-08T20:00:05.990-07:00360/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--KW_6P-dSus/ThZoaegLuFI/AAAAAAAAApc/3wL4W5ledt0/s1600/360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--KW_6P-dSus/ThZoaegLuFI/AAAAAAAAApc/3wL4W5ledt0/s400/360.jpg" width="277" /></a><br />
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Bathtime with Daddy is a magical time, filled with too many bubbles (is there really such a thing?) ALL the bath toys, and squeals that make me creep to the door to peek in.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-90193584412891978492011-07-07T19:15:00.003-07:002011-07-09T07:54:51.853-07:00359/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiuCF1WmOOo/ThZoRDQt03I/AAAAAAAAApY/nEAeOnHlb-I/s1600/359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiuCF1WmOOo/ThZoRDQt03I/AAAAAAAAApY/nEAeOnHlb-I/s400/359.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Taryn makes friends so easily when we're out and about. Always quick to ask someone's name, what they're doing, where they're going. If we were to ever have a second child, she'd be a great older sister.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-40843963133804385632011-07-07T19:15:00.001-07:002011-07-09T07:55:32.230-07:00358/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zy5h4Lb0dls/ThZoGsX5p0I/AAAAAAAAApU/9xolxy_V22s/s1600/358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zy5h4Lb0dls/ThZoGsX5p0I/AAAAAAAAApU/9xolxy_V22s/s400/358.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Lunchtime just isn't complete without a dinosaur being involved.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-74287679759661785822011-07-07T19:14:00.001-07:002011-07-09T07:57:32.096-07:00357/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LypSeiRNNgs/ThZn8Za6m4I/AAAAAAAAApQ/25te5THkE78/s1600/357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LypSeiRNNgs/ThZn8Za6m4I/AAAAAAAAApQ/25te5THkE78/s400/357.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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She calls them her rubyredslippers and is the only pair she'll keep on when we're at home. Just like me, she's a fan of bare feet.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-18374316654441657362011-07-07T19:13:00.002-07:002011-07-09T07:58:25.550-07:00356/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hy3dVTF7IV8/ThZnyMFIG1I/AAAAAAAAApM/ec028eFszDw/s1600/356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hy3dVTF7IV8/ThZnyMFIG1I/AAAAAAAAApM/ec028eFszDw/s400/356.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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She refuses to eat in any matter except hard boiled, which she asks for specifically. "Mama, I want an <i>oval</i> egg!</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-65347852675306413002011-07-07T19:13:00.000-07:002011-07-09T07:59:31.769-07:00355/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFI2SGyuQcI/ThZnqcq6okI/AAAAAAAAApI/AjDd8_voYrM/s1600/355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFI2SGyuQcI/ThZnqcq6okI/AAAAAAAAApI/AjDd8_voYrM/s400/355.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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She alternates between enjoying a long, drawn out shower and playing in a tub full of bubbles. It's so interesting to watch her progression in the things she enjoys.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-91439349378885608562011-07-07T19:12:00.001-07:002011-07-09T08:01:03.091-07:00354/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyJpMcXVKmc/ThZngj05-YI/AAAAAAAAApE/gIZUEC3zHMw/s1600/354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyJpMcXVKmc/ThZngj05-YI/AAAAAAAAApE/gIZUEC3zHMw/s400/354.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Living downtown in a major metropolis without a vehicle means we rely on public transit, much to Taryn's delight. Her favorite thing is to ride on the c-train and look out the windows as the world passes by.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-7056267786868262492011-07-07T19:11:00.002-07:002011-07-09T08:02:27.851-07:00353/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuDqjOAKFfM/ThZnStNZXnI/AAAAAAAAApA/3b0CP2kFwp0/s1600/353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuDqjOAKFfM/ThZnStNZXnI/AAAAAAAAApA/3b0CP2kFwp0/s400/353.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Her laptop toy was her favorite potty accessory before she moved to the regular toilet. "We won a prize ticket!" is a phrase that worked it's way into my dreams more times than I'd like to admit. Of all of her "annoying" toys, this one was the most educational.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-63013785151167785182011-07-07T19:11:00.000-07:002011-07-09T08:03:23.633-07:00352/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAnMVVtedPA/ThZnKS1Y9zI/AAAAAAAAAo8/tRUH0o6Lmjo/s1600/352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAnMVVtedPA/ThZnKS1Y9zI/AAAAAAAAAo8/tRUH0o6Lmjo/s400/352.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Her beauty blows me away sometimes.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-46532262483636109482011-07-07T19:10:00.001-07:002011-07-09T08:05:22.046-07:00351/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzEVsJ8hAHw/ThZnAjAfDJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9IeGge-yCJA/s1600/351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzEVsJ8hAHw/ThZnAjAfDJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9IeGge-yCJA/s400/351.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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You can tell what she had for breakfast by looking at her feet. Today's item of choice was blueberries, her favorite.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-70615119738364511962011-07-07T19:09:00.003-07:002011-07-09T08:06:30.244-07:00350/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uG0SzbOrw4s/ThZm4EvuaMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zs88TRQDfmg/s1600/350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uG0SzbOrw4s/ThZm4EvuaMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zs88TRQDfmg/s320/350.jpg" width="214" /></a><br />
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She <b>loves</b> to pop bubbles. She also loves her rainbow hoodie which will soon be too small. Luckily, I take note of popular items and buy them in multiple sizes. I'm learning, right along with her.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-17518142576036373262011-07-07T19:09:00.001-07:002011-07-09T08:10:02.423-07:00349/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8fdtFCtC_s/ThZmv2YIfwI/AAAAAAAAAow/0H6JgEPvTd8/s1600/349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8fdtFCtC_s/ThZmv2YIfwI/AAAAAAAAAow/0H6JgEPvTd8/s400/349.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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What's more fun than a bubble bath? Blowing bubbles while in said bubble bath. No wonder she never wants to get out of the tub!</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-90024790917470952082011-07-07T19:08:00.002-07:002011-07-09T08:11:36.570-07:00348/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVe9NI2oQyE/ThZmqAHzPbI/AAAAAAAAAos/2XybBH_sg6E/s1600/348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVe9NI2oQyE/ThZmqAHzPbI/AAAAAAAAAos/2XybBH_sg6E/s400/348.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Sometimes, I wonder what she's thinking when she sees me behind the camera, or if she's seeing her own reflection in the lens.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-4141541968283593422011-07-07T19:08:00.000-07:002011-07-09T08:12:33.931-07:00347/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXP3UDd_3sk/ThZmiHLeoUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PpSY6woXD8E/s1600/347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXP3UDd_3sk/ThZmiHLeoUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PpSY6woXD8E/s400/347.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Markers that sing and light up when used with their base? Best.Day.Ever!</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-50181633794950684602011-07-07T19:07:00.001-07:002011-07-09T08:13:36.169-07:00346/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJWXkIysZAI/ThZmWWP5eiI/AAAAAAAAAok/EayZvuG_2cU/s1600/346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJWXkIysZAI/ThZmWWP5eiI/AAAAAAAAAok/EayZvuG_2cU/s400/346.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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"Mama look at me! I'm upside down!" is a common shout from anywhere in the apartment she can manage it.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-22881062418545318562011-07-07T19:06:00.001-07:002011-07-09T08:14:28.309-07:00345/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlgW1gEyc6U/ThZmNtlEGkI/AAAAAAAAAog/3hfQIeQ-rjU/s1600/345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlgW1gEyc6U/ThZmNtlEGkI/AAAAAAAAAog/3hfQIeQ-rjU/s400/345.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Her ever faithful companion, BayBear, goes where she goes. I haven't been able to find another one anywhere so I'm hoping he lasts for quite a long time.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-34961524503522160542011-07-07T19:05:00.003-07:002011-07-09T09:04:20.368-07:00344/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uZNav99vVQ/ThZl-V2sM8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/ErpNEXDXD3s/s1600/344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uZNav99vVQ/ThZl-V2sM8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/ErpNEXDXD3s/s400/344.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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There really aren't any words for this. As you can see, she's developed a new hobby. Le sigh.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-64267517125740626602011-07-07T19:05:00.001-07:002011-07-09T09:05:27.284-07:00343/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PY_pR0dNQCg/ThZl3CHu6rI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Rj36y92tssc/s1600/343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PY_pR0dNQCg/ThZl3CHu6rI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Rj36y92tssc/s400/343.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Her hair is officially longer than mine, by a lot.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-53830274091639117942011-07-07T19:04:00.003-07:002011-07-09T09:05:54.101-07:00342/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PuG9S_KbBM/ThZlup-5GzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/WRSNhSI55R8/s1600/342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PuG9S_KbBM/ThZlup-5GzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/WRSNhSI55R8/s400/342.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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I hope this is a short lived phase...</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077549080266310668.post-41770889759082875122011-07-07T19:04:00.001-07:002011-07-09T09:06:28.655-07:00341/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtaCEN-G-o8/ThZln6fFdaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ckmoLeI9Mu8/s1600/341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="392" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtaCEN-G-o8/ThZln6fFdaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ckmoLeI9Mu8/s400/341.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Because of my tattoos, she's no obsessed with temporary ones. We have a lot of fun playing with them and being badasses together.</div>Terahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670499353763917446noreply@blogger.com0