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The Genesis of My Blog

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It is as I have recently learned from Twelfth Night, "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em." Thus I have had encountered a moment of both reflection and greatness as I begin a blog of my very own. How amazing! wahoo. I think this will help me be pro active in creating my own life history, sharing with the family what I am thinking since I tend not to open my mouth, and releasing all the thoughts I have that I would like to wish were somewhat artistic. So, I reckon it will be revealed in the coming weeks and months what sort of blogger I will become. Until then, stay well.

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  1. DeniseJune 7, 2010 at 12:35 PM

    I like this, Grey. Do you think of your name as Gray or Grey? I look forward to knowing what's on your mind since you don't OYM as much as you may have on your mission. Also, thank you for the "stay well" wish. I wish you "go well." Now can you tell me what book this is from?
    Much love,
    Mom

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  2. Rachael SpencerJune 8, 2010 at 6:05 AM

    I like that quote from 12th night too--although I usually mock it, I think it is very accurate. I think you were born great for sure. :-) Have you seen the movie? I think I've watched it at least 5 or 6 times. Very well done--has that Helena Bonham Carter in it.

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  3. GregJuly 11, 2010 at 9:16 PM

    "Stay Well, Go Well" is from that one African book - AARRGGG it is escaping my mind at this point which is very frustrating. Brandon and I used to say that to each other all the time after we read that for English class.

    Yes I saw 12th night a long time ago, I think it is one of Abi's favorites!

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