For those of you who know Monsterbox, I tried to copy and paste the latest radio broadcast of MonsterboxRadio over here but for some reason this kid with the most amazing voice comes off sounding like one of the Chipmunks. So, instead of pushing the issue (I tried twice to get it right) I am just going to post the link and
let you listen to him yourself over on his e-snips site. This may connect you to his blog-city blog, or not, I'm not sure. If he has ever posted on your blog you really should take a listen though. I think you are in for a treat.
Okay, now I was able to get this little YouTube thing that Monster did too. The problemo is that for some reason Leetle POH can't seem to play YouTube stuff lately. Maybe my computer got messed or something? Anyway, so I don't know what the heck Monster is talking about here but maybe you can get it.
This is not new and you may have seen it before, even on the blogstream, but it is so true and approPOH (thanks for that word, Mr. Ornery......Little POH is finding it SO approPOH) right now that I just couldn't resist.
By the way..............in case you were wondering about my new background....that is the frozen tundra......I mean, Niagara Falls......betcha didn't know Niagara Falls ever froze in the winter, huh? Oh, and Dairy Queen? I didn't know we had those up here. What is that again anyway? I thought that was a contest for the prettiest cow in the Hollow or somethin'. I'll have to ask Randy or Secret 'bout that. If you're gonna tell me somethin' about take out ice cream, I guess you DON'T live in Upstate, New York.......we only have about one week a year that's warm enough for frozen take out products...........and that one week is about 95 degrees with humidity that would steam the soles of your feet right through your flip-flops!
Well, if none of the rest of you get this at least I know my Sista Whispa will, and maybe Mr. Ornery. 'Course he's been so long out of the United States that thoughts of Corning might be strangely nostalgic.................
JEFF FOXWORTHY
ON UPSTATE, NEW YORK
If you consider it a sport to
gather your food by drilling through 36 inches of ice and sitting
there all day hoping that the food will swim by, you might live in
Upstate New York. If you're proud that your region
makes the national news 96 nights a year because Saranac Lake is
the coldest spot in the nation, and Syracuse gets more snow than
any other major city in the US, you might live in Upstate,
NY. If your local Dairy Queen is closed from October
through May, you might live in Upstate New
York. If you instinctively walk like a penguin for
six months out of the year, you might live, bundled up, in Upstate
New York. If someone in a Home Depot store offers you
assistance, and they don't work there, you might live in Upstate
NY.
If your dad's suntan stops at a line curving
around the middle of his forehead, you might live in Upstate New
York. If you have worn shorts and a parka on the same
day, you might live in Upstate New
York. If you have had a lengthy phone conversation
with someone who dialed a wrong number, you might live in Upstate
New York. YOU KNOW YOU ARE A TRUE UPSTATE NEW YORKER
WHEN: "Vacation" means going South past Syracuse for
the weekend. You measure distance in
hours. You know several people who have hit a deer
more than once. You often switch from "heat" to "A/C"
in the same day and back again. You can drive 65 mph
through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard, without
flinching. You install security lights on your house
and garage and leave both unlocked. You
carry jumper cables in your car, and your girlfriend/wife knows
how to use them.
You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit
over a snowsuit.
Driving is better in
the winter because the potholes are filled with snow. You know all 4 seasons: almost
winter, winter, still winter, and
road construction. You can identify a
southern or eastern accent. Down South to you means
Corning, NY Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate
his new shed! You go out for a fish fry every
Friday. Your 4th of July picnic was moved indoors due
to frost. You have more miles on your snow blower
than your car. You find 10 degrees "a little
chilly." You actually understand these jokes, and you
forward them to all your Upstate New York friends and to those who
used to live here and
left. (chickens!)
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder is one of those well-known yet misunderstood, misdiagnosed syndromes. While many children are labeled ADHD who actually are not, there are many who should be labeled so and are not either. ADHD is one of those issues that everyone, whether they have dealt with it directly or not, has an opinion about. It's a 'hot topic'.
This is a subject that I am frequently asked about since 1/3 of my nine children are diagnosed ADHD and either have in the past or currently are taking medication for this. I would say that fully half of the children who have passed through our home in foster care were or should be labeled ADHD.
I have gotten so good at picking it up that I can tell you within 24 hours of having a child in my home whether that child is truely hyperactive, severely emotionally damaged (which can cause a pseudo-form of hyperactivity), or just hasn't been trained how to settle and entertain themselves.
God has also given me a unique understanding of it since I have been diagnosed with this as an adult. I managed to get through my childhood, and most of my adulthood, for that matter, without medication, but I learned early on that I was going to forget alot of things and became diligent about lists and calendars. I became a copious notetaker in class and in church.
I have compulsive and impulsive tendencies which goes with the territory. Some people might call it an 'addictive personality'. God has helped me tremendously in this area. Although my parents were smokers and social drinkers, I have been blessed never to have taken up either of these habits. If I had, I might have been the classic "chain smoker" and/or the stereotypical "lush".
I am whole hearted. I don't do anything half-way.
"Honey, can we have a baby?"
"Sure, dear."
"Uh, can we have nine?"
Well, it didn't exactly happen that way, but it's not far off!
Most parents of an ADHD child already know, before anyone tells them, even if they are unwilling to admit it, that their child is hyperactive. They may write it off to "boys will be boys", or better yet, "I was just like that when I was a kid"..............and most likely that is the absolute truth!
Hyperactivity is definitely genetic. In our family, I believe that BOTH my husband and I would have been diagnosed ADHD when we were kids if it was more well known back then.
My husband had the classic physical hyperactivity with attendent problems in school, problems sitting still, etc. I, believe it or not, (I KNOW, this is SO hard to believe, isn't it?) was fairly quiet as a child. My mother would have said I could be 'rambunctious' but I was not chatty by any stretch of the imagination. Most of the time, if people weren't around, I busied myself filling up stamp albums, playing outside, riding my bike, or reading a book.
One Friday afternoon I got Gone With The Wind from the library. I was 16 years old. The book is 1500 pages. I started the first chapter on Friday night. I woke up Saturday morning, went to the bathroom and went back to bed. I read through breakfast and lunch and would have skipped dinner but my mother made me come down. I finished the book that day.
You may contend that I couldn't possibly have ADHD with concentration like that. However, that concentration did not carry over into my everyday life. School was a struggle for me. It wasn't so much that I couldn't do the actual work. I was just so disorganized that I would forget assignments, forget to write things down, forget to hand it in......
A teacher in elementary school wrote on my report card that I was a 'dreamer'. I was a good girl, mind you. I wouldn't disobey the teacher or talk in class. I would just stare out the window and go inside my head.
"Connie, what is the answer to number 4?"
"Uh.....uh.....uh......what was the question?"
When I was a teenager I was considered the classic "dumb blonde". The word airhead didn't come around until much later but that was the idea. Goldie Hawn was newly popular on the TV show Laugh In. With my blonde hair, innate gullibility, and goofy sense of humor, I was nicknamed Goldie. I thought Goldie was cute and funny but I did not consider it a compliment to be compared to her character. It seemed more like I was being patronized and made fun of. I think I still fight off that persona a little bit by people who meet me in person.
ADHD is not a disease. It actually can be a blessing. I read a book once called Farmers and Hunters~A different approach to ADHD. It talked about how "normal" people are the farmers and ADHD people are the hunters. Hunters need to be looking around all the time, they can't sit still very long and they are always on the prowl hunting game. Farmers like the plowing, harvesting, change of seasons, etc. Both are good, both are different, one is not better than the other.
The problem enters in, however, when one is expected to sit still, be quiet, listen to a boring professor or learn a subject that one has no interest in.
Medicine is one answer to the problem.
Homeschooling by a competent parent is another. At some point, medicine, or not, the ADHD person needs to learn how to function in a world that is much more attuned to farmers rather than hunters.
As I said before, ADHD is not a disease. It is called a disorder, but by some standards that is not true either. It is only called a disorder because we are required, by the life that we currently live, to name it something and treat it, so that those who have it will conform to the expectations of society.
ADHD has been compared to having a cable TV for a brain. I agree with this assessment.
The channels keep changing......whose got the remote?
Think about it. Back in the pioneer days not only were people not diagnosed with this, the hunters and gatherers were highly needed, well-received and well-treated members of the family. The farmer could bring in some nice produce but the hunter brought meeeeeeeat! Some substance for the meal! The studious John-Boys weren't as valuable to the upkeep of daily living and only in our new tech age are ADHD people looked at as annoying, obnoxious, and uncontrollable.
Well, unless your name is Jerry Lewis, Robin Willians, or Jim Carrey!
When you confine the ADHD person to a sterile suburb, a small, close apartment style living situation, or a classroom pupiled by wonderfully quiet, straight thinking students and a droning teacher or professor who doesn't know that making learning fun is the key to remembering what you learn, it is no surprize that we would have an epidemic of jumpy, difficult children.
Even as late as the early 20th century, ADHD was not a real issue. Farm boys were allowed to leave school early to help during crop season, to help with horse breaking and other chores common to the farm. This was probably a much anticipated time for boys who didn't like school much! I'll bet there were a few jealous girls!
As laws changed, forcing parents to send their children to the confining, overcrowded classrooms of the typical public school or the even more stifling environment of the classic Catholic or other private school setting, children who would normally be out riding the range, chasin' dem doggies, plowing the fields, and milking the cows may have felt punished, by God even, by having to sit at a desk and copy spelling words and divide fractions all day.
I don't know alot about the Amish and Mennonite community that is a big presence in the town our cabin is in but I have done some reading on them. They continue to homeschool their children, live a rural style life, and do not drive vehicles. Sunday morning, when we are at the lake, the roads are populated with horse and buggies, bicycles and walkers traveling to their local house churches.
The children of these people look bright, their faces are shining and they are naturally thin from all the physical labor. They might seem a little backward to those of us who like fast cars, laptops and TV's but I don't think they are worse off.
Don't get me wrong, I don't believe that school, even as we know it, is a bad thing. I have had both biological and adopted children who not only LOVE the process of book learning, but thrive in the classroom setting.
I also have children that have struggled with this. My husband struggled with this. I struggled with this. Having been through the process myself I do not make fun of or ostracize the child who doesn't fit in. Any situation I am in, from dealing with my children, my foster children, or answering someone elses questions, I always look at it from the child's perspective and what is in their best interest.
Yes, they HAVE to go to school. Some type of school. That is the law. One is not even allowed to homeschool without accounting to their local public school district. However, there are different options for this, and the wise parent will investigate what they are in their area if they have a child that is not succeeding in the traditional classroom.
Homeschooling is an option that should be seriously considered, especially if the child is having social problems as well as academic. One of the main concerns people have about homeschooling is that they think the child will not be properly socialized. If they are already having social problems, would it help or hurt to leave them in that situation? I think the latter.
I won't go into my opinion about public school and what I think it does to the psyche of a child, particularly a Christian one, who is forced to endure the secular humanism that is so prevalent and the masses of children who have no home training in manners and consideration for other people. I will leave it that in some cases it does more harm than good to leave a child in this environment.
If one is seriously considering homeschooling they should take the socialization issue to heart though. They need to seek out other homeschooling families and form strong bonds with them.
In my small town, which has a very good public school system (as far as they go), and a very successful Christian school, homeschooling is still so popular, especially among Christians, that our large church started a very successful program for homeschooled children a number of years ago. They meet once a week for several hours and have science, math, art and gym classes; usually the areas that homeschooling parents struggle with. The price is nominal.
I recognize that ours is well-established and well-run and that may not be available everywhere. I still don't think that should stop one from homeschooling if they think it would help their child. One can find dance classes (gym), art classes (the art requirement), instrument lessons (music), 4-H (home ec), and many other activities that fulfill both the school requirements and the need for socialization.
The creative parent will think of more.The big fear of parents when homeschooling is that they are not "smart" enough to teach their child. Unless one is functionally illeterate, I think this is a lie from hell. There are wonderful curriculums out there that teach the parent along with the student. In three years of homeschooling I learned as much or more than my child did. I still remember things I learned from his schoolwork that I never remember from sitting all those years in school. If your child is slow there are repetitive workbooks that teach something new while repeating (ad nauseum!) what has already been learned all the time. If your child is gifted there are advanced curriculums too. There are all kinds in between.
Again, if one is creative, they might find a neighbor or relative that can help with teaching something that they are better at. Is there a geek-squad uncle? A grandma that would LOVE to teach a child to cook? An English major aunt? A neighbor that has a farm and would allow the child to milk the cows or gather eggs? I have too many ideas, don't keep me going!
One more comment about homeschooling, it creates a bond with the child that will continue for the rest of their life.
Medication, ah,yes, medication. What happens if you can't homeschool or you do and you still have trouble getting your 'little precious' to sit still? There has been alot of controversy about this issue. I, for one, am not against medication. Would you deny insulin to a diabetic? Would you keep nasal spray from an asthmatic? They have come up with wonderful medications that, inspite of some overblown bad press, help the hyperactive child or adult slow the channels from flipping and allow them to focus on the task at hand. Ritalin works. Not for everyone but it does work. Why is there such an outcry about it? How many of you, my dear readers, drink coffee? You are essentially drinking Ritalin. Ritalin and caffeine are in the same catagory. They are both psychostimulants. There are newer medications that are called atypical and apparently do not work the same way. I don't know much about them, for good or for bad. I have dealt with Ritalin, Dexadrine, and Conserta, the latter being my first choice. It is a once a day pill and it works very well.
My last suggestion is diet therapy. There is a book, probably out of print now, that was written in the mid-1970's, by a woman named Dr. Doris Rapp. The book is called "Allergies and the Hyperactive Child". It outlines an allergy testing diet that one can do right in their own home with their child. It is best for you to try to find the book in your public library or off the internet, but I will give you a bit of the theory.
Allergies, particularly food allergies, can cause hyperactivity. If one wants to try the diet they would start by limiting themselves (or their child) to rice and rice products for a week. Remember when you started your baby on food? What was the first food you gave them. RICE CEREAL! Yep, the food that feeds 3/4 of the world. Most people are NOT allergic to rice. So, after clearing out the system for a week with cooked rice, cream of rice, rice cakes, etc. then comes the fun part. While still keeping the basic rice diet, one then begins to add in, one at a time, each other food that one normally eats. There is citrus day. The same rice products with citrus fruits on the side. Then peanut day. Then kool-aid day. That checks for food coloring allergies. Milk day is what showed us our son's very serious milk allergy. He does not eat ice cream, regular cheese, or any other dairy products. There are more. But each is done one day at a time and reactions recorded. We found out amazing things by doing this. Another allergy that can cause hyperactivity is mold. It lives in the furnace, in the wood of our homes, in our basements and attics. It is microscopic and lives in the air. Allergy shots can help with this.
Well, I wanted to share this earlier when Whisper was asking about it. I wrote this last winter and it was over on my Mother Knows Best blog. Hope you are helped by it.
I
received this in my e-mail..........this is from a blogger I met last
winter when I very first came on the blogstream. I found his blog quite
by accident and began reading it. After finding out that he was only in
high school I was more than a little surprized. The way he expressed
himself seemed to be that of a much older person. We communicated all
last winter and then over the summer I was gone alot and since the fall
our communication has been more spotty. Since his life seemed very sad
much of the time when I first met him, I was understandably happy to
hear of this new development.
He doesn't have his blog
anymore and even if he did wouldn't take the time to write on it right
now. For that reason I asked him if I could post his letter to me. It
seems just recompense for all we waded through last year on the
blogstream. I have left names out and whenever he said my name I
inserted POH. All I can say is 'ahhhh, young love......may it
ever be so......' With Valentine's Day coming up I thought this was a good time to post it.
For anyone reading this, as for the references
to magic, you can be certain that POH and my friend have
discussed this. Obviously POH is not happy about this but I am not as I never have going to
let my personal faith interfere with my love. You can be assured that
my friend knows how I feel.
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Hello POH!
Long time no see, or talk or whatever you’d like to say! I’ve
tried calling, but I’m sure your blog has had something explaining why
you’re so busy. Anyway, I know how to catch you, so I did. ^_^
I
hope things are going well. Needless to say the sun shines brightly on
Mr. Casimire, being how I never even have time to blog anymore because
when I’m not working my butt off, I’m with K.
Things
are going wonderful for us, It’s like a dream come true! Every morning when
I wake up, I feel like a brand new person. It’s everything I ever knew
it would be, POH, to be in love. Things are going so well, other
then the fact that my family isn’t exactly cordial with her.
My
mom is okay when it’s just us, but the moment my dad joins, she becomes
rather hard. My dad is just himself with her. He walks away when she
tries to talk. My guess is probably afraid of angering my mom by being
social. I don’t pay attention to the way he looks at her if he even
does at all. My brother and her get along very well, which is good.
Her
family likes me despite my questionable appearance. Her step-dad and
her sister whom, from what I understand have never had anything
positive to say about her past guy friends, have both warmed up to me
and like me a lot. Her step dad was impressed that I was hand-shaker.
(I myself have always thought it rude not to greet people in such a
manner, but I’m old-school like that) even her little brother likes me,
and I’ve played with him in the morning.
Everything
has been good, everything has been beautiful. We do all the stupid
sweet things that couples do, then proceed to make fun of ourselves.
We’re crass and realistic with ourselves.
Here’s a funny true story. I
opened the car door for her, she stepped in and I shut it. I walked
around and got to my side when suddenly and enormous unforeseen fart
flies out of me just a second before she opened my door for me from the
other side.
Now obviously, I don’t want to bring this thing in the car with me, but
it’s like twenty degrees outside and dark. No excuse to putter about
outside of your car. So I told her, and we laughed a good half hour
about it.
She’s very childish, but at the same time very mature,
easy-going, and a whole lot of fun, and with all these quirks, she
somehow maintains an unquestionable aura of sexiness. We’re perfect for
each other POH.
As
perfect as we are, there are still aspects of us that will have to
hammered out or at least accepted about the other. I won’t speak of her
shortcomings because I don’t want to. But one thing I won’t deny is
that occasionally I find myself carrying a spirit of mistrust.
I’ve
been broken, slain, you know that POH. Although Monster introduced
us, there have been times and instances where their relationship has
been proactive on a very terrifying scale for me.
Fortunately
those times have kind of passed. I still have my moments when concern
grips me, but she reminds me every day and every time that she won’t
hurt me like my other one did; and how there are no feelings of attraction to Monster.
Her and him are odd. They aggressively debate nine out of ten of
their conversations, she calls him an “arrogant blowhard” all the time,
and yet they’re friends. It’s odd.
It’s
still hard to cope with some of the feelings that come up. Like one
night the weather got really bad really quickly while K and I ate
dinner. K lives in a rural hilly town, and I could barely
navigate Joplin
without
hydroplaning on ice and slush. She needed a place to stay and my
parents said no to her being with us. She called Monster and ended up
staying the night with him. I can’t even begin to explain how much that
screwed with my mind. And what made it worse was a came over early in
the morning and they had both slept in the same room.
She
can read my mind, from the minute she proposed the idea; she almost
instantly asked me what was wrong. I, above all else wanted her to be
safe; but it still shot thoughts and chills up and down my spine all
night. I barely slept, I cried all night, and that morning when Monster's
mom came in and saw she didn’t stay in the guestroom, I was there and
that was just very unnerving.
When
she got onto them, she asked me what I thought about the situation and
I remained silent. She told me that she hoped that she didn’t get him
into trouble. She looked at me and said, “Well are you not going to say
anything?” I told her, “What do you want me to do about it? We’re both
strangers in HER home what do you want me to say?”
We’ve
had our complications, but we really haven’t been in an argument yet. I
find with each thing that we overcome, we become stronger and now I
worry little about her and Monster. Memories still haunt me, but she’s
figured out through our complications that I need affirmation and
confirmation because I have little belief in myself because I have
little reason to have so in the first place.
She
tells me she loves me every time we come into contact and we always
greet with kisses and hugs. We always let each other know that we love
each other. Even after one of our complications; I still told her,
“It’s good to see you today.” And I meant it, and she could tell.
We’re
very cooperative, intelligent, diplomatic and very understanding. I
think that’s why we’ve been so successful to this point. Needless to
say, things are going well. But I’m not going to spend the entire time
getting myself bubbly over her in her absence, there is a much deeper
meaning behind this letter than that, and that is… I wanted to talk to
you about my spiritual state.
Instantly, POH'S enthusiasm for the letter rises. As Well as Hope and it
should. Right now, I’m speaking to you as an incredibly confused soul.
I have been honest with K, and she knows that I am a practitioner
of Magic. It doesn’t bother her, if anything, she finds it interesting.
But she is Christian, and for a short time, I guess my distance from
God bothered her.
I’ve
gone to church with her, and I’ve told her that I want to bring my life
to better terms with God, and the thing is, I seriously want to. But
I’m not too sure on where or how to start. Especially that I still feel
what I felt months ago. I want to give her the best life possible, I
want to make each day of her life better than the previous, I Love her, POH. I love her with more than I am. And she loves me too.
But
I do not want to hide behind some sort of spiritual veil, nor do I want
to hide in some kind of “Broom Closet.” I want to return thanks to the
Provider, whoever that is. I always signed off my blog, “Your Faithful
Servant” and that is exactly how I want it to be. I’ve been kicked in
the ass by things I thought were a blessing, but I’m afraid I’ve gotten
myself into a little spot where I might have to take a leap of faith.
My leaps of faith usually involve a noose and a little trap door, if
you get my drift.
It
seems like every time I try, I fail. I trusted that my other girlfriend wasn’t a
noose, and look what happened. I was with her for about two months,
and here K and I have a two month coming up. It has occurred to
me that there is a possibility that maybe the events that have passed
since you’ve known me have been prepping me for this bliss, because I
am honestly more happy with K than I have been with anyone, even A, even J. I have not even had time to blog, such is the
magnitude of my happiness!
But
what if that’s not the case. I’ve learned not to trust silver platters.
This could more easily bite me back and in my weak spot than any other
person, because in my heart and mind I have opened more doors and have
been more intimate with her than I have been with anyone else. But that
was my choice, I made it and with no regrets.
I
used Magic to get to know K. Monster was experimenting with me, I
was running little test of my own. I grew to like her, and Love her,
especially when I found out she was single. The gloves thing, that
night, I knew, I knew with everything inside me that if I bought her
those gloves, she would see my inner being, and maybe even like it. I
know it would be hard to convince you that it works, but I like what
I’m able to do for myself and others with this power of mine.
It
works, POH. It works very well. It seems like I have finally done
what’s right in the eyes of whatever is in charge. Yet at the pinnacle
of my existence to this point, I am taken by one fear and one fear only
and that is if I lost K. The burden is light when there is one to
help you. It’s nice not to be so alone.
I
feel undying warmth and light radiate from my inner being when I see
her. My eyes grow bright and I am enveloped in happiness that can be
tasted and felt. She’s my Baby, Little Me. I’d do anything for her. Do
such feelings come from a source of evil? Why is it that Dragons can
fall in love with Angels? And what if God decides to take her from me
after or if I go back?
You
know what I was thinking the first Sunday I saw A? I have always
doubted God’s love for me, I’ve always questioned His true level of
concern for this free-floating rock covered in human spawn. But when I
finally had some lemon to go with the salt in my life, after much
consideration, I finally thanked Him, and apologized profusely for my
doubt.
I
can’t lose K. I can’t go through that depression that I did with
A. She’s given me so much hope and much more ambition. I almost
failed college because of what happened with A. There were days and
times when I would just erupt into tears on any random occasion.
I
don’t want too much out of life, I just want to take care of my wife and
children. I want to be a kind, caring person and live my life out
peacefully. I don’t need to see the world anymore because she is mine.
I don’t need to be rich anymore because she is precious to me. I don’t
need to be successful because I feel on top when I make her smile.
We’re
everything together. It’s kind of funny. When we’re in public, we watch
over each other. One day we were at Hardee’s and some guys were
flirting with her while I was with her. (I guess sometimes being
Scary-looking just isn’t enough.) but anyway, they were there, and of
course they were being pigs. I sat her down, ordered for us, got
drinks, and wouldn’t let her leave the booth until they left. Anything
she needed, I got.
Then
one time, we were at a play, and there was this girl that was being
flirtsie with me. (I don’t know where that came from) and when she
laughed, she’d lean like really far in my direction. It was making
K a little uncomfortable and after intermission we switched
spots. I think it’s odd that other people of the opposite sex will do
things like that when we’re with each other.
We’re
pretty flamboyantly obvious that we’re together, and people still try
things. But K and I love each other, and stay faithful. Our
relationship is awesome, POH. I can’t begin to explain how much she
means to me. I know you’re not going to be too enthusiastic about this
one, but let’s just say that on the social meter of things guys and
girls can do together my other girlfriend is way in the dust.
I
hope I haven’t been too boring or anything, but write back. In all
honesty, it’ll more than be a while before I get to see this, but I
hope you write back and I’ll try to get a little more back into the
groove.
Love your friend,
Anthony Casimire
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