Thursday, May 27, 2010
Some catchin' up in the Family News Department
Thursday, 27 May 2010
A Nice Day!!! - Family News
Today is a graduation day for me for a certificate I have earned. It's a picture week. Pictures to come here, soon. Some are already up at me facebook account. Tomorrow is a furlough day. 4 day weekend! Can't say enough about Memorial Day. Good times! And no breathing problem for me today, AND I went for a run. Right on! I just got to work in the kitchen of this elementary school. Guest appearance, you know. ha ha I felt just like that British guy on the tele who serves up healthy foods for the kids. LoL I am even in gear! Got me leatha jacket on. Punked out. The Brit in me has got a' English theme goin' on for servin' up sausage rolls for the graduation party. ... Par' eh in Brit. ;) -Me
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Wednesday, 26 May 2010
I'm here at the Marriott.
And I was like darn it! I KNOW I spelled Marriott wrong earlier. LoL Well, off to the Grand Ballroom. -SD
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A Sweet Day
Today, all the children of the elementary school went on a tour of every classroom to see how each was decorated for Open House. So sweet!! Tonight, I get to attend a wonderful banquet business and appreciation dinner. It is a real business meeting that will occur during the dinner, but with thanks put in, for all the hard work we have done over this past school year. I made a joke at facebook that I hope the Marriot and its banquet hall will be as decked out as I will. LoL My friends are driving me and will enjoy some of the scenery and luxuries of the area while waiting for the banquet to finish, so they can drive me home. How sweet!!! And the writer in me knows I could have written this even better, but I have to dash. ;) Have a great night, y'all. -SD
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Tuesday, 25th May, 2010
A Special Event
At my youngest son's Open House early. Volunteering at the tables, seeing his class for the many displays, and having a great time!! -SD
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Saturday, 22 May 2010
Saturday Morning
Saturday Morning Cartoons with my Shanathan, and oatmeal!! YaaY! Actually, Hannah Montanna is on. Then The Suite Life of Zach and Cody. Like I said before on this site, my, how Saturday mornings have changed! But, still lovin it!! Shanathan loves that I watch them with him. Awww HAPPY SATURDAY EVERYONE!!! -SD
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A Nice Day!!! - Family News
Today is a graduation day for me for a certificate I have earned. It's a picture week. Pictures to come here, soon. Some are already up at me facebook account. Tomorrow is a furlough day. 4 day weekend! Can't say enough about Memorial Day. Good times! And no breathing problem for me today, AND I went for a run. Right on! I just got to work in the kitchen of this elementary school. Guest appearance, you know. ha ha I felt just like that British guy on the tele who serves up healthy foods for the kids. LoL I am even in gear! Got me leatha jacket on. Punked out. The Brit in me has got a' English theme goin' on for servin' up sausage rolls for the graduation party. ... Par' eh in Brit. ;) -Me
Posted by SDRoads at 08:42:00 0 Comments
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
I'm here at the Marriott.
And I was like darn it! I KNOW I spelled Marriott wrong earlier. LoL Well, off to the Grand Ballroom. -SD
Posted by SDRoads at 17:44:00 0 Comments
A Sweet Day
Today, all the children of the elementary school went on a tour of every classroom to see how each was decorated for Open House. So sweet!! Tonight, I get to attend a wonderful banquet business and appreciation dinner. It is a real business meeting that will occur during the dinner, but with thanks put in, for all the hard work we have done over this past school year. I made a joke at facebook that I hope the Marriot and its banquet hall will be as decked out as I will. LoL My friends are driving me and will enjoy some of the scenery and luxuries of the area while waiting for the banquet to finish, so they can drive me home. How sweet!!! And the writer in me knows I could have written this even better, but I have to dash. ;) Have a great night, y'all. -SD
Posted by SDRoads at 14:25:00 0 Comments
Tuesday, 25th May, 2010
A Special Event
At my youngest son's Open House early. Volunteering at the tables, seeing his class for the many displays, and having a great time!! -SD
Posted by SDRoads at 16:18:00 0 Comments
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Saturday Morning
Saturday Morning Cartoons with my Shanathan, and oatmeal!! YaaY! Actually, Hannah Montanna is on. Then The Suite Life of Zach and Cody. Like I said before on this site, my, how Saturday mornings have changed! But, still lovin it!! Shanathan loves that I watch them with him. Awww HAPPY SATURDAY EVERYONE!!! -SD
Posted by SDRoads at 10:32:00 0 Comments
Friday, April 16, 2010
Have a wonderful weekend, y'all!!!
And don't forget to visit my sister site @ www.mycryptogram.blogspot.com. Thanxx for stopping by. :)-SD
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Have a great weekend y'all. Here is a great link...
It brings back some memories. LoL I remember this from when I was young. I liked it but can't remember when I first heard it and where. I could Google it and find out more info. The song came to me, from memory, the other day. I started singing it to my Shanathan as we got ready for school. He loved the song and started laughing. I couldn't remember all of the words or all of the melody. I pretty much just remembered the chorus, most of it, anyway. I looked it up for my little one and had posted the link at my facebook account. Now I am sharing it with you all. Have a great weekend, full of visiting 'nice-a places', or else, what's a matta you? LoLoLoL ;) -SD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFacWGBJ_cs
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Sorry. You will have to copy and paste the link to view. I don't have the code to make it a link at this moment. -SD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFacWGBJ_cs
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Sorry. You will have to copy and paste the link to view. I don't have the code to make it a link at this moment. -SD
Friday, February 12, 2010
For Valentine's Day :)
Nice day today: my youngest's recital, Valentines all around for the kiddies at school, a trip to the park, dinner out. : ) I also want to write, Happy Valentine's Day in advance everyone!!!! Will be busy and won't be around a computer. I hope y'all have a really happy day, filled with romance and wonderment. Love, SD
Thursday, January 28, 2010
He Had A Dream
"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. [Applause]
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
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from http://www.mlkonline.net/dream.html
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HE HAD A DREAM. THE DREAM STILL LIVES ON. -SD
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
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from http://www.mlkonline.net/dream.html
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HE HAD A DREAM. THE DREAM STILL LIVES ON. -SD
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
On Trees- From me facebook account
Thank Terrance**** for the Smile here:
Aww. Too cool. Ya know, it works I am accepting this late. Thatz because, though I have taken virtually all of my Christmas decorations down, I have left three things up. Those are the family Christmas tree, Shane's tree, and mine. The last two are small. I just love trees!!! We decided to leave the tree in the living room decorationless until just before Valentine's Day. Then we will decorate it with hearts. Afterwards, we will place our Valentine's on that tree. And on St. Patty's Day, we will put up shamrocks made out of construction paper. For Easter, we will put up decorated eggs of non perishable kind. ; ) : ) -SD, thatz me
Sd received a Santa Smile at iSmile.
My friend Terrance gave me a Santa Smile. You can smile at me too! =)
Aww. Too cool. Ya know, it works I am accepting this late. Thatz because, though I have taken virtually all of my Christmas decorations down, I have left three things up. Those are the family Christmas tree, Shane's tree, and mine. The last two are small. I just love trees!!! We decided to leave the tree in the living room decorationless until just before Valentine's Day. Then we will decorate it with hearts. Afterwards, we will place our Valentine's on that tree. And on St. Patty's Day, we will put up shamrocks made out of construction paper. For Easter, we will put up decorated eggs of non perishable kind. ; ) : ) -SD, thatz me
Sd received a Santa Smile at iSmile.
My friend Terrance gave me a Santa Smile. You can smile at me too! =)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
from me facebook...
RemoveSd Roads Help for Haiti NOW. hopeforhaitinow dot org. 1 8seven7 99 HAITI. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down.Yesterday at 8:23pm via Mobile Web · Comment ·LikeUnlike · View Feedback (2)Hide Feedback (2)T... R... likes this.
Sd Roads Do what you can. Please. -SD "I'll stand by you."
Yesterday at 8:26pm
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Still hopin' for Haiti... and will continue. -SD
Sd Roads Do what you can. Please. -SD "I'll stand by you."
Yesterday at 8:26pm
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Still hopin' for Haiti... and will continue. -SD
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Important News Flash
Twitter has hit full capacity. Will keep you posted of this catastrophic event. -SDRoads, reporting LoLoLoL
Thursday, December 31, 2009
HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE, EVERYONE!!!!
Just preparing for tonight's small get together I am throwing. Having some I Love Lucy moments. LoL Have a great, fun, but most of all, Blessed night tonight, y'all! Love, SD
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Monday, December 28, 2009
A Miracle On Victory Street
A miracle happened to me and my Shanathan tonight. A true miracle in its purest form, for my daughter, JillianJon. Will she come home, after (an alleged) kidnapping (that can be proved)? Is she alive? Is she safe? Will justice be served for her, and our family? Time will tell. God is in on this one. Those organized mean and selfish people who did this to our family will be exposed... in time, with the help of God. She will be safe, again. -SDRoads, reporting This is bringing the Scorpio out in me. ;)
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
This is from my facebook account, just a bit ago., Now, on to Twitter. : ) -SD
Sd RoadsYes!!!!!!!!!! PC access again!!: ) Right now, we are preparing for a party I am throwing tonight. Actually, my friend, Laura, and I are throwing it together. We are making a great team at it, and we weathered the holiday hustle and bustle well. The final hors d'oeuvre is in the oven. It is just a small get together of some of my neighbors. It'll be fun. I hope you all are having a great holidaytime day, today. -SD12 seconds ago clear
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photo of silver bells with ribbon from www.rienzihills.com
Please help
From the Desk of Speaking "SpeakingOf JonBenet December 23 at 5:13pm
The Fair Justice Foundation Seeks Information and Tips in the
1996 Murder of JonBenét Ramsey
Child’s Murder Remains Unsolved after 13 Years
ATLANTA, GA Dec. 23 -- The Fair Justice Foundation (www.fairjusticefoundation.org) today released a list of behaviors and potential scenarios which may have been noticed about the person who killed JonBenét Ramsey, around the time of the murder. Six year old JonBenét Ramsey was found murdered in the basement of her home on December 26, 1996. After thirteen years the case remains unsolved.
In issuing the public plea, John Ramsey, JonBenét ’s father said, “We are hoping to jog memories and in doing so, asking everyone to examine their consciences.” He continued, “We’d like them to share any doubts or information they have about someone they know who may have behaved strangely or acted out of character around the time of my daughter’s murder.”
Fair Justice Foundation
www.fairjusticefoundation.org
The Fair Justice Foundation was founded to provide information and awareness to state legislators considering passage of a DNA Fingerprint Law. The DNA Fingerprint law would require that any person arrested for a felony be DNA Fingerprinted and that data be submitted to the National CODIS database."
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photo of JonBenet on Christmas morning from www.acandyrose.com
Friday, December 18, 2009
From Our Family, To Yours
May your Christmas be merry, your New Year be bright, and may there be peace for you and yours. Joy to the world, and peace to all!!! From, The Roads Family
Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love, SD and Family
You can contact us through the Holiday Season at roadssd@yahoo.com. Thank you for stopping by. This page is still in construction. -SD
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photo from www.registrars.kent.edu
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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