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Post by Sir Black Fox on Nov 29, 2007 21:23:37 GMT -5
267 to go!
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Post by Scotsman on Nov 30, 2007 6:58:56 GMT -5
It is hard to believe that it is already DEC! Time is flying.
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Post by jenniferlynn on Nov 30, 2007 7:16:02 GMT -5
Yeah no kidding.. I can't believe it either... I've GOT to start Christmas shopping - which yet again, there never seems to be enough money for...
I'm actually looking forward to tax time so I can get some money in my pockey - and start a savings account specifically to stash for my trip to Ireland in 3 years!!!! WOO HOOOOO
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Post by bludrgnlady on Nov 30, 2007 11:30:55 GMT -5
Time always seems to fly around this time of the year, it is the time between January and the start of season that seems to take forever....
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Post by jenniferlynn on Dec 11, 2007 21:28:10 GMT -5
I was just looking thru all the pics from this past year..
dang (not the Lt.) I miss you guys!!!!! TERRIBLE!!!! Come on August!!!!!
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Post by ladytwilight on Jan 21, 2008 17:52:05 GMT -5
I'm ready to don my corset and raise my tankard in merriment. Unfortunately, I don't think my employers would be impressed if I showed up to work in full faire gear. Ah well.
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Post by sixdeadqueens on Jan 27, 2008 23:12:06 GMT -5
It's almost February! I'm excited!!!! Come on August!
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Post by Scotsman on Jan 28, 2008 7:24:02 GMT -5
Are we there yet?
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Post by Fyreblaste on Jan 28, 2008 8:29:11 GMT -5
all this time waiting, with no corseted Ladies around is killing me!
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Post by Lady Maerwynn on Aug 8, 2008 6:13:08 GMT -5
Two weeks now! Will the time pass fast enough?
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Post by architect10410 on Aug 11, 2008 14:01:30 GMT -5
I just finished a major trifecta of my daughter's first birthday, my ten year wedding anniversary and my own 40th birthday! Now, nothing can stop the anticipation for Faire!
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Post by apacuska on Aug 22, 2008 9:54:00 GMT -5
So are we all climbing the walls yet? Waiting desperately for the night to pass and the cannon to sound tomorrow?
I know I can't stop bouncing around. This morning I found myself waxing poetical about scotch eggs and gravel dust...
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