Probably the same place as the rest of ours. My fountain of creativity has run dry and I can't think of anything new to post, so the blog sits and ages, slowly dying into cyber obscurity.
If you don't know me, here's your fill of Arianne trivia: I'm from Detroit. I love baked goods, 80's new wave, sleeping, dancing, trees, growing green things, traveling, trivia games, pasta, sushi, Wes Anderson movies, dancing, sleeping, reading the classics, learning languages, old musicals, and NOT doing math. I hate following trends; I enjoy being original. I have three kids and one husband. Big Daddy (the husband), is awesome. He makes me laugh constantly and could be nominated for Father Of the Year every day. He has sexy legs and confidently wears pink and purple. Not together. Daphne is 9 1/2. She is artistic, curious, loves animal toys with very large eyes, and prefers an all sugar diet or nothing at all. Beck is 8. He is a sweet, gentle boy. He is super smart and very musical. He speaks Chinese, loves Michael Jackson, and can read like a 5th grader. Pippa, our baby, is 3 1/2. She is the happiest, friendliest, sweetest child ever. She loves snuggles and saying surprisingly grown up things. Most importantly, she doesn't have brown eyes! We also have two cats, Cleopatra and Margot, who regularly forget that they can't walk across the pond. And that about sums us up.
Om is the sound of the universe: Heaven, earth, hell and silence all in one word. It represents the omniscience, omnipotence, and omnipresence of God. Om is a syllable of meditation and grounding. It is also a tattoo on my lower back.
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It happens to the best of us.
i imagine it's out partying somewhere with mine.
I have it here, in safekeeping. Let me know when you want it back.
I don't know, but if you see mine when you find yours tell her she's in big trouble and better get home right now! ;)
Let me know when you find it. I think mine is with it.
Totally lost mine too.
Ditto, which is why I have resorted to posting pictures.
I asked the great and powerful Oz for mine and he told me it was already deep inside me. Maybe yours is too.
Or, he's full of it.
Ditto to Rychelle.
never mind - I guess you found it.
Probably the same place as the rest of ours. My fountain of creativity has run dry and I can't think of anything new to post, so the blog sits and ages, slowly dying into cyber obscurity.
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