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Sunday, January 12, 2014

speaking to the priest in church

i began my sunday morning at 7:00 a.m. by getting up to do my weight exercises. First arm and then my legs. After doing so i then preceded with my stretching. As i was doing i could not help but think of my Friday afternoon skiing with Lydia, my P.T. Oh what a time  i did have. i can not wait until next Friday when we do it all over again. Once i had finished with my workout, i then went out into the kitchen. i had first washed some dish's while drinking my hot cocoa. i then sat down to eat my breakfast. Once i had done so i had taken my shower and continued to get ready to go to church. At 10:00 my father then brought to me to church. As i was sitting in church the priest had come up to and asked, "where is your mother?" i preceded to let him know that she visiting my sister in scarbourough. My father had picked me up after mass, and took me home. i had arrived home at 11:30. After eating a bowl of soup for lunch, i had washed some dish's, brushed my perly whites, i then lied down to rest. i had slept from 12:15-3:30, still feeling beet from skiing Friday. i then showed mon some pictures of me skiing. before dinner.

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