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We sent Serena for some more serious sax lessons than she gets in group band at school. She's had three hour-long lessons and is really getting it.

I don't know why I'm surprised. Or why I'm surprised that she taught herself how to play drums and can actually play the drum parts of songs so that you can recognize them when it's the only music.

I'm still struggling with my Bm, and my daughter is a symphony.

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Uploaded on Jul 20, 2009

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coriander

I hate when cilantro turns into coriander. But I can never seem
to stay ahead of the flowers. It's only cilantro for a month.

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Uploaded on Jul 20, 2009

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who cold cocked robin?

Marty found a dead robin last weekend. On Wednesday, my neighbor found five of them. We found another two on Friday. I found another on Saturday. I don't know what is killing all the neighborhood red breasts. It's really sad. I put an email out to the neighborhood, and others are finding dead robins, too. They all assumed it was cats. The health department has been notified.


Not I.






"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."
"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."
"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."
"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."
"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."
"Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the parson."
"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."
"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."
"Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."
"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."
"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,
"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."
"Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."
"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.

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Uploaded on Jul 19, 2009

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Swan Lake

Sent from my craptastic cracked iPhone

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Uploaded on Jul 19, 2009

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