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snipits are all your gettin'

if it has not become apparent to you, then i'll spell it out for you...i hate writing blogs.

i've heard it said [though i don't actually believe it] that when i take the time to sit down and write a blog, it's pretty good but my life just keeps getting in the way.

my fabulous roommate balances both, living life and writing about it but i, on the very opposite other hand, do not.

i like living. just living. there are tons of thoughts and happenings that occur in that living, some that are quite worthy of sharing and writing about, however, more times than not, that doesn't pan out.

i'm sorry if you are one of my many, many followers. i'm sorry for letting you down. i'll be sure to let you down gently by posting pictures and a blog-to-blow-you-away every so often.

it's best to keep you all on your toes, that's my motto.

for today, i'll leave you with these snipits:

the symbol of tsagaan sar. more to come.

my youngest sister with the cutest puppy to ever live [i'm not biased at all]

and actually, look for another blog this week about tsagaan sar a.k.a. lunar new year.

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