He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts. ~William Shakespeare, Henry V

Wednesday, January 26, 2005


Cassidy laughing as she reaches the bottom of the slope. Posted by Hello

posted by Janelle @ 9:47 PM  

2 Comments:

  • At January 27, 2005 at 2:23 AM, Blogger Karissa (mommy) said…

    Very, very cute!!!

     

  • At January 28, 2005 at 5:01 PM, Blogger Josie, group organizer said…

    That is cute, at first I typed your blog in wrong and went to just the wildwest show and this is what the first paragrapgh read

    I'm in bad shape. The blisters on my hand from over-golfing are getting really annoying. No guitar because of it. My throat is sore. I've resorted to gargling salt water like its my job. Plus, I got beat up by a girl.

    Needless to say I was quite curious as to when you became a golf nut, got beat up by a girl, and I never knew you played guitar. :)

     

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