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It's football season.
Is there anything better?
Not if your name is Meyer!

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  1. I agree football makes almost everything better. Did you watch those Seahawks pull it out today? Great pictures of the Meyer's Guys! The 23rd is the date you were wondering about in September.

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  2. The Chargers are back in the saddle.

    In 1995 when Steven was 5 months old the Chargers went to the Super Bowl for the first and only time.

    It was exciting, the whole town was so into it, banners everywhere, everyone decorated their cars.

    Hubby and I were watching the last playoff game in a bar with baby Steven in an infant seat (just goes to show what kind of parents we are).

    My sister got a pink lightning bolt tatooed on her butt that year.

    Good memories.

    Kenny looks so much like Dave it's eerie.

    Hope you are well. Healing is a journey, not a destination.

    Peace.

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  3. The Mouat Crew9/10/2007 7:07 PM

    Rock on Meyer boys!! Stacy and I were just going over sweet memories of Fall football in Walla Walla and how many of our fondest memories are tied to it. Some are more fond for me than her like the time I had to drive 90+ mph to get back from Kennewick for Christian's birth...Dave and I always laughed about how he tried to talk me out of going to the game, but like the "old pro father" I said, "nah, she's not having a baby tonight"..ahh the folly of youth - good thing I made it back in time!!!

    I sure hope to get up there for a few games, just waiting for God to sell the house! Tell Kenny we said, "GO 'HAWKS!" :o)
    Love you guys!
    The Mouat Crew

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  4. Michelle, Wanted to get a note to you -hope you see this in time.
    I will not be at the Grande Fondo walk tommorow. I have been asked to go to a training to be the chair for the relay for life we want to get together here in Dayton. The training is in Post Falls tommorrow. Sorry they are on the same weekend. Things get so busy sometimes.You should go see the exhibts that people with cancer and their love ones have done. I have seen some of the post cards they are incrediable.
    Love ya, Sherri

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