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Monthly Me Feature Link
All About Me
Here is the future home of the It's About You monthly feature presentation million dollar hit best seller novel movie mini-series area doing thing. In short, it's a bio page. It's like, we'll change focus once a month clearing up our blurry imaginings of what what's-his-face is doing with himself. (Now just imagine what's-his-face is you.) We'll print interviews. That way you can be sure what you've said is what we'll read. Sound good?
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and YOU !
Ok, so this month is about me and BOY have I got a lot to say! For starters, call me Rebekah, even though I often prefer Helene. Nobody calls me that. lOl...ehum! As you remember I had to leave Collonges a few days before the closing program so that I would be home in time to attend my brother's wedding. That's him just below. Well... aren't they just the most edible little couple? |
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Home, Home on the Highway
So I took to the road. Every week and every weekend I was going somewhere else, somewhere new. And why stay at home in the interum apartment, waiting for the moving trucks and the labor to begin? After all, what do I look like, Rebekah Willis?
Destinations Even Further
So from funerals, weddings, parties, and lazy afternoons beside the swimming pool I vow I will devise some form or fake of purpose in autumn. This I must and will, since I'll be heading back for one last year of Oakwood also known as Heaven's Doorstep. LOL
See all you squeeks at graduation!
Kisses!
RHW
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August Pleasure Presenting...!
The wedding was nice as you might have guessed had you thought anything about it at all. Most weddings are nice. But soon after it was completed I rushed to the thumb of the great big Michigan mitten to throw all of my precious belongings into small irresponsible boxes.Hooah! What a bother... Then on to campmeeting for ten days, which was a sort of unspoken pleasure. And all this time I had yet to step foot into my new home or sleep in my lovely and fabulous, luxuriously outfitted, firm and yet sooo soft bed; a bed the size of a queen. (pst! that's me!) Who can deny that my life is a thrill?
Arrivals
Thrill after thrill I face bold-facedly, staring with wild eyes into the wet hallucination of the oasis. Ha! I whispered often to myself. I couldn't possibly be this hopely and helpless, a leach on the leg of my parents giant moneyman! After all, I'm a world traveller, having visited or lived in England, France, Italy... And then it would occur to me with a rapidity much more shocking than occurance that I had never been to Italy. This had become a woe-begone tragedy, a blight with no known cure. I found myself decending, wallowing, sheltering myself from daily realities by bathing in the comforting consistancy of afflicting discontent. (Ok, so I'm exaggerating. So I never concern myself with Italy! What do you want from me, a boring story?)
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Departures
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