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Not doing so well on my resolution. I'm doing better at doing other things, but I got bored of my "morning routine". So yeah, that's me. :)We got our trampoline up this week. We got one for Christmas. It has a net around it so you won't fall out as easy. This is what it looks like. It's pretty fun. My brothers like it.

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  1. It's... green. Woah. Sometimes I forget that it doesn't snow much where you live. It's almost 0 degrees here. Oi.

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  2. :D That's not my yard, I got that picture on Walmart. ;) But my lawn is green. Personally I'm glad it doesn't get really cold here. I know what really cold it. (Idaho)

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  4. Man, I love those things. *sigh* There's one very close to my room, but we're not allowed on it. *deeper sigh*

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  5. Oh I feel dumb. I even told my mom that was your yard *roll*

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  6. It's okay, Enilee. For future reference, Oregon does have trees like that. ;)

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