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A week ago today I got my first automatic washing machine in 23 years. Since then I've worked its electric fingers to the bone (I've lost count of the loads I've fed it but we're talking 16+) and it's done it all without a complaint.
Last Saturday I had no clean jeans in my wardrobe and the pair I was wearing I'd had on for a week. I had two clean blouses/shirts, no clean socks and I was running out of briefs (or knickers/shreddies – you choose). I had just put clean bedding on the bed and only had that because a friend had washed it for me.
I've had a twin tub for a long time but they are such hard work. You have to swap the laundry from tub to spinner and it never seems to be quite clean. I run out of energy doing this even if it's only a few loads because it bleeds me dry. So my laundry pile got higher and higher and I felt that I would never be free from it.
Today I don't have a laundry pile. Between the new machine, my alien dryer, clothes horses and the odd radiator it's all done and mostly dried. Most of it is ironed too – not because I want to do it but because ironed clothes are easier on the skin when you have eczema.
My kitchen is tidier because it's new and not falling apart around me so I feel that's two things I have more control of.
I still have no control over the rapid cycling, the continued physical tiredness but unable to feel rested because of an over-stimulated, never resting mind. Because of this my eating habits are dire and I have to accept that this is probably always going to be the way. I'm not giving up on them but having bipolar disorder to this degree means that I either accept my limitations now or being driven half (or closer) to suicide by driving myself too hard.
Self-neglect is both a symptom and an outcome.
The sadness in today comes via a supporter of a vile politician who is entitled, quite rightly, to her own views but when it comes to supporting discrimination against people because of their religion then it's time to say goodbye to them. I've withdrawn quietly from their lives and, as we've never met in real life and she's an ocean away, there will be no confrontation.
And so on we move.


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construction worker
Some readers already know about my wife. She is hot and sexy and we love to live out fantasies. She is normally a very proper Southern lady and very professional. However, she can also be a bit slutty and she always tells me about her adventures. This is one of them.
You are in Washington, DC for three days of meetings. You were already horny when you went to Washington but on this morning you woke up in great need. After stirring around, brushing your teeth and having a Coke Zero to get the day started, you dig into your suitcase and find some "toys" you brought along to satisfy your needs.
It is a cool morning with sun streaming in your first floor hotel room. The French doors open onto a small terrace giving you a good view of the pool and some construction work on a brick wall surrounding the pool. As you open the sheer curtains and then the doors you are struck by the appearance of a tall, lean, blonde construction worker who is walking past your room. He does not notice you but you check him out from head to toe.
He is tall, maybe 6'2″ tall and wiry….lean and fit. He has surfer boy blonde hair worn long….touching the collar of his shirt. He has his sleeves pushed up revealing tan skin from working outside all day and muscular arms from the gym or from his work. He moves with the grace of an athlete and you are intrigued. Viewing him from your room only serves to exacerbate your deep carnal needs.
You are wearing a short, white negligee and lay down on the bed, toys nearby along with a bottle of water. You leave the doors open with the sheer curtains parted in the middle giving you a view of the workers and the pool area.
You begin by rubbing your clitoris lightly and as you close your eyes your mind wanders to me, past lovers, hard cocks and the growing wetness between your legs. It takes only moments before you have your first glorious climax. You spread your legs wider and dip your finger into your wetness.
You hear the voices of the workers but with your eyes closed you have no idea if they can see you. In fact, you hope they do. You don't mind putting on a show and the thought of someone or a few men watching you bring yourself to orgasm after orgasm thrills you even more.
Before you know it you are close to another climax and you dig your fingers into your wet vagina. You cum with a loud groan and your body shudders and trembles with the release. You are unaware that the hunky blonde construction worker is watching silently outside your doors. He heard the noise as he was walking by to get some water and peeked in through the doors and curtains.
Watching you with fingers inserted stopped him dead in his tracks as he waited silently for you to reach that magic moment. He moves closer to the doors to get a better look. He cannot believe what he is seeing and he is mesmerized by your body and the actions on the bed.
You slowly open your eyes, aware that someone is watching. You see him looking in boldly making no attempt to hide his actions. You raise your head slightly and smile sexily. As you pull your fingers out of your sopping pussy, you move them to your mouth and lick them slowly. He continues his stare, smiling and moving closer.
You crook your finger and motion for him to come closer……or is to come in? He moves to the doors, tentative and not wanting to trespass if he is not really invited. You spread your legs wider giving him full view of your wetness and motion again with your fingers. Come in, come on.
He moves silently and quickly to the bed dropping his tool belt and shirt as he moves to you. The sight of his tanned body, muscular torso and blonde hairs on his chest excite you beyond measure. He does not speak but drops to his knees and grabs your ankles, gently at first and then moves you to the edge of the bed.
He kneels beside the bed and spreads your legs as wide as they will go. You pull the negligee over your head fully exposing your beautiful breasts. You are naked and give in to the moment. He stares at your pussy and then moves his tongue to your sex. He laps slowly from your anus to your clitoris and then reverses the motion. He uses his tongue in a flat, lapping motion up and the down, lingering on your anus. This stimulates you beyond belief.
He finally begins to nibble on your clit and it takes you only seconds to cum loud and long on his mouth. He slows, allowing you to recover slightly but then he quickly inserts his long tongue into your vagina. He begins tongue fucking you slowly at first and then with an urgency. You return his motions by rotating your hips and pushing up onto his mouth so that he obtains maximum tongue penetration. He plunges his tongue deep into your sex and you reward him with a gushing climax. Your juices spray his mouth, lips and face and runs down your legs to your ass.
He moves back slightly and admires the view. Your eyes are still closed as you come down from the enormous orgasm. You are aware that he is standing up. You hear the zipper on his trousers and cannot help but open your eyes to see what gifts he has brought you.
He drops his work pants revealing red bikini briefs. They look so sexy on his tan, muscular legs. The blonde hairs on his chest and legs makes you think of a California surfer. His blue eyes burn a hole in your body as he stares hungrily down at you. Your eyes move from his briefs to his eyes and you lock on to his gaze. You lick your lips never saying a word.
He slowly lowers the briefs but you already know there is a wonderful prize under the fabric because you can see the large bulge pushing the fabric obscenely. You cannot wait to see it. Finally he lowers the briefs and an enormous cock pops out of them. It is thick with veins bulging on either side. The head is large and shaped like a helmet. His pubic hair matches his blonde scalp hair and you cannot wait to feel him close.
He is now completely naked and his body is gorgeous. You look him up and down and smile waiting to see what he does next. He leans down and picks up your legs and moves them back to the bed. He climbs onto the bed beside you and kisses you deeply. You taste your climax on his lips and it is delicious, spurring you on to want more and more.
As he kisses you deeply you reach for his cock and cannot believe its girth and hardness. It is velvety to the touch but hard as steel. You rub its entire length loving the feeling of hardness in your hand. You move up and down and continue to kiss him deeply.
He rolls on top of you and you feel the hardness pressing into your thigh. He spreads your legs and moves lower, his cock pressing against your outer lips. You spread wider, wanting him inside you now. You reach down and spread your pussy lips for him. He grabs his cock and guides it straight between your fingers and waiting vagina. He pushes in slowly and the feeling of his large and engorged cock is more than you can stand. He pushes in about 2 inches causing you to cum out loud and gush wetness onto his cock.
He takes this cue and pushes in deeply plunging all 9 inches deep into your vaginal cavity. The feeling is heavenly. You grab his shoulders and pull him to you so you can kiss him again. He pulls his cock back slightly and then plunges in even deeper as his tongue finds your waiting mouth.
You raise your legs into the air wanting him deep inside you. He moves back slightly and puts your legs on his shoulders. He pushes back and your legs are almost over your head allowing him to drive deeply into your vagina. You love the feeling and soon the pace quickens as you begin fucking each other with a sense of urgency. He pounds you in and out and in and out with your legs splayed wide. You return the urgency cuming once, twice, three times more. Each climax seems more intense than the previous one. Each time you cum you hope that his release is near but yet he keeps pounding and it is you who keeps on cuming over and over. Finally, he slows and you know he has not cum. He gently rolls you over onto your knees and you eagerly await his next plunge into you.
You raise your ass high in the air giving him unfettered access and an enormously sexy view. He admires your ass and moves his fingers to your anus. He pushes very gently with his fingers already wet with his own saliva. He pushes first one then two fingers into your ass and you push back.
Soon he moves up and you are expecting his cock in your ass. You are somewhat disappointed when he enters your vagina with a hard plunge pushing all the way to his balls. It feels heavenly and you push back hard. He strokes you slowly in and out, in and out and you are near another climax. Soon you are both rewarded with a deep, wet climax. You gush onto his cock dripping down your legs.
Slowly he withdraws and you realize what he was doing. He wanted you to cum on his cock again so it would be good and wet for the anal penetration. You push your ass higher in the air, knowing what is coming next. You feel the large cockhead pushing against your outer ring and you push against him to help. He pushes slowly but steadily and soon the helmet shaped head pops into your anal cavity. It feels heavenly in your aroused state. He pushes slowly but surely until it is all the way in. You can feel his hairy balls against your ass. He is deep inside you.
He slowly moves back and you want him to stay deep inside. You are rewarded with his next thrust as he plunges all the way in again, and then slowly back out. Soon the pace quickens and you feel another climax coming. You know these are different than the vaginal or clitoral climaxes and you anticipate the feeling. You are so horny and push against him urgently. You quicken the pace wanting to feel it all, feel it deep inside you and most important, you want to cum on that cock.
Soon you explode with a deep guttural yelp and the climax comes from deep, deep inside you. It grows as you climax and it continues for what seems like minutes. You push back as he pushes into you and the climax lasts for an eternity. It feels soooo good. As you return to the moment coming down from the high of the climax you are aware that he has not climaxed yet.
Although not a word has been spoken between you to this point, you look back over your shoulder and say, "What about you? How do you want to cum?" He smiles and looks down at you telling you he wants to cum in your ass. You ask him to be gentle but please cum in you now.
He moves again, slowly at first and then faster. His cock seems to grow in length and width. It feels huge in your ass. You suddenly realize that you feel another climax building and cannot believe it after the enormous and gut-wrenching climax you just had. But it builds deep inside you and you hope you can cum before he does. You need another one.
His pace quickens and he is pounding into you with a fury. You push back with an equal momentum and you are both sweating, needy, driving to that moment of mutual pleasure. He says he is close and you reply that you are too. Lets cum together. You can tell he is close and you cum first, loudly, screaming with pleasure and release. Soon he begins with a deep growl, like a giant animal cuming for pure release and pleasure. He gushes deep inside you and you can feel the hot cum pouring into your bowels. It feels wonderful. Over and over he spurts into you and you feel every drop. It adds to the wonderful feeling of your post climax relaxation.
He slowly pulls out of you and rolls you over. He lays down beside you and kisses you deeply. You reach down to grab his cock and to your amazement, it is still rock hard. You grab its girth and slowly begin to stroke it. He remains hard and if it is possible, he seems to grow in your hand. You ask him to bring a warm wash cloth so you can clean his cock and he does so willingly.
He cleans his growing cock with the wash cloth. He then slowly moves your head to his cock and you get the chance to see it up close for the first time. It is beautiful and you love the feel of it. You like the blonde pubic hair and twirl your fingers in it as you move your lips to his cock. How can he still be hard?
Your lips move down the shaft and you cannot believe how good that giant cock feels between your lips. It is thick and long and wonderful. You move up and down, slowly at first and then eagerly wanting to see if he can cum again. After all the climaxes you have had, you certainly want to return the favor as often as he can stand it.
His fingers are in your hair and you move up and down as your hand grips his cock and follows your wet lips up and down, up and down. Soon his cock seems to grow in your mouth and in your hand. You quicken the pace sensing that he is close. You want him to cum in your mouth and you suck harder.
Soon you are rewarded with an enormous climax. You cannot believe it because he just came hard and long in your ass. As he explodes you savor the salty taste and swallow the enormous load in one, two and then three mouthfuls. It tastes heavenly.
You move back up to his chest enjoying the view. You don't even know his name and you don't care. You move up to kiss him and he returns the kiss deeply. As he rolls over to look at the clock you are both surprised to learn that over an hour has passed. He tells you he is sorry but he must return to work.
As he kisses you once more and climbs out of bed to retrieve his clothes, you hear laughing and clapping. The entire work crew is outside your French doors laughing and applauding the performance. You smile but are somewhat disappointed that you did not know they were there.
Once he is dressed and you have your negligee back on you stand to kiss him and he pats you lovingly on the ass. "Do you come here often?"
You smile and say, "Not likely I will ever be here again. But thanks for everything. You were wonderful."
He says, "By the way, I did not even get your name."
You smile and say, "Don't worry about my name. Just remember the moment. It was wonderful. Thanks."
He strolls out to the patio and looks back and smiles over his shoulder. He cannot believe what has just happened and as you close the doors and the curtains you smile, wave and blow him a kiss. A hot shower is going to feel really good. And you can't wait to tell me the story of how the fantasy of the construction worker has finally come true. Delicious!! And you don't even have to send a thank you note since you do not know his name.


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in the forest
Photography: Amber French / Hair, Make-up, & Fashion Styling: Urbanista Weddings
Prop & Set Styling: Dandy & Fine Parties
The setting was simple and bohemian. The Washington Park Arboretum served as our birch forest backdrop. I created a backdrop composed of driftwood, fabric and feathers. The models stood upon a vintage kilim rug in the perfect neutral palette and were surrounded by glowing white vessels. From gathered twigs and plant scraps, I weaved together a crown for one of the models. To add a little more to the setting, I curated a selection of bohemian inspired props to create a "tea-time" in the forest stylized moment. Thank you so much to Hannah for surprising us with the prettiest little cakes we ever did see from Stone Layne!
Amber had a vision of incorporating colorful smoke bombs and glitter. Just so delightful and full of pure magic!


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Ch1: Rough Landing
December 1998, 3:00 AM, Eastern Standard Time
Forever, I am here to stay with you through all the years…
A voice, so soft, coursed through his brain like a warm slither of air. It was unwelcome, yet he would give all his heart to hear the voice again. In the still of the night, as his blond head arched back into the uncomfortable a white pillow, he jammed his eyes shut and struggled to keep the soft whisperings from his mind. It never worked. They always came back to haunt him eventually. Still, as half his mind fought off the still-growing voice, there was another half trying and failing to pay attention to what was calling out.
He could still remember the moment she had whispered those words in his ears. It was all still so clear in his mind, even after all these years. That night the stars had been out in the sky, millions of them. They sat on a log near a make-shift fire huddled together in a blanket, so close together that soon enough their hands were intertwined and their cheeks fell against each other lovingly. They talked about the future, the future they were going to have together.
The future they were supposed to have together.
Someone shook his arm. "Excuse me, sir?" Blue eyes blinked rapidly and suddenly focused on the blurry image of a young woman wearing a thin smile. "We'll be landing in New York in just a few minutes," she said, whispering. "Is there anything I can get you before we land?"
Mark Cohen sighed. Being caught in an old dream by a flight attendant did not thrill him. Carefully, he reached over to the tray in front of him and placed his glasses delicately onto his face before pushing it back into its place. He looked towards the woman, who was still smiling, and said, "Thank you for waking me up. I don't think there is anything…"
She nodded politely. "Your daughter is beautiful."
Smiling, Mark mumbled a small "thank you" to her back as she moved to wake up the next sleeping man in a seat two rows up. Mark looked to his side and his heart did a large flip at the sight in front of him.
His daughter. That would never get old.
Paige Audrey Cohen was her name. She was just shy of her fifth birthday, the day after Christmas. Hugging her worn-out penguin close to her skinny body, Paige's head lolled down against Mark's shoulder. She was the spitting image of her mother with long brown hair. Her eyes, though, were all Mark's.
As she shivered involuntarily, Mark bent down carefully and pulled the young girl's light black jacket, with white stripes down the arms, tighter around her body. Barely noticing the smile creep onto his face, Mark kissed his daughter's forehead and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Paige mumbled a few incoherent words under her breath but did not wake up as she fidgeted slightly in her seat before settling down again.
The plane roared before jumping as the wheels hit solid ground and rolled into a smooth landing into New York City.
How could I be back here again, Mark thought, when, before, all I wanted to do was leave?
He adjusted his glasses on his face and barely paid attention to the raspy voice of the pilot telling them that he hoped everybody enjoyed their flight and would have a nice time in New York City. Mark watched the various people stumble out of their seats and down the long aisle towards the exit of the plane. Waiting until he and Paige were one of the only ones left, Mark very carefully hauled his camera bag onto his shoulder before scooping Paige into his arms and carrying her off the plane. She closed her arms around him, still holding onto her stuffed penguin, nuzzling her face into his neck contently. Mark smiled.
"December 24th, 3:00 AM, Eastern Standard Time," he whispered to himself, more for old time's sake than anything else. He slowly walked toward baggage claim and picked up a medium-sized duffle bag, staggering slightly as he straightened to balance himself out. He hadn't actually brought much to New York–just a few clothes for him and Paige, a few of Paige's amusements to keep her busy, and his camera. Their things would follow soon.
Walking out of the airport nearly thirty minutes after they got off the plane, Mark hailed a cab and muttered out the address to the elderly cabbie. He'd found a motel just outside the city, not too small but not too expensive either, keeping it as far away from the Life Café as possible. Mark just couldn't stand the idea of facing his old friends after all these years. At least, not until he figured out something to say to them…
New York certainly was beautiful, just as Mark had always remembered. He adjusted Paige in his arms before climbing out of the cab, tossing the old man a crumpled wad of dollar bills. Snow fell from the dark skies and Mark watched fondly as the white flakes fell gracefully into Paige's brown hair.
"Daddy…" Paige whimpered silently, burying her face deeper into Mark's neck. "I'm cold-"
Mark grinned down at the back of her head as she shivered against his body, warming him slightly with her body heat. He situated Paige in his arms slightly and slinked his jacket off before covering her up with it as if it were a big blanket. "Better?"
"Mmhmm," she mumbled, her shivers subsiding slowly. "Wha's it cold for?"
He patted her back slightly and chuckled. "It's always cold in New York. Now, come on out of there. Don't you want to see your very first snow?"
Paige bustled in Mark's arms before pushing her tiny arms out in front of herself and tilting her head up towards the sky. Mark knew that she had never seen snow and was already fascinated by it, watching in deep concentration as the white substance floated down from above and landed on the wet cement below, occasionally sticking to the ground. There was no snow in Los Angeles. The complete and utter fascination in her eyes melted Mark's heart to every length.
"Ish pretty," Paige marveled sleepily as she stuck her tongue out trying to catch a snowflake in her mouth, as all kids did at one time or another. "Can I play in it?"
"It's a bit late now." Mark smiled, tucking his coat tighter around Paige's body as he stepped into the motel and brushed the white dust off her clothes. He quickly gave the receptionist his papers and grabbed the offered key before heading off for the room. As Mark found the door to the rented room, he said, "How about I take you to the park tomorrow and you can play in it then."
"But," Paige puffed her lips out sadly, "won't it be gone? I don't wanna miss the snow!"
"It won't be gone." Mark chuckled, suddenly reminded of a similar conversation he'd held with his mother back when they visited his grandparents in Chicago and it had started snowing.
"Promise?" Blue eyes widened excitedly as Mark set her down in one of the two beds that lay in the room. Mark pulled off her boots before gently placing the covers over her small body and tucking them in close. "You gotta promise!" she pouted.
Mark nodded, nuzzling his nose with Paige's. "I promise, my sweet."
Giggling, Paige smiled. "You're silly, Daddy!"
He kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep, sweetie; we've got a long day tomorrow. I'm gonna show you New York City's finest attractions and than we're going to find somewhere permanent to live. Than you'll get your own room and later we'll be able to decorate it however you want it. Okay? Soon, you'll learn to love New York like I do."
Eyes closed, Paige smiled.
Mark spent a few minutes watching his daughter drift into a peaceful sleep before climbing off the bed, careful not to wake Paige in the process. He made his way towards the window and easily pushed the curtains aside to stare deeper into the December snow. It was funny, really, how almost everything happened in December. Funny how almost every memory loomed around the Christmas holiday when Mark wasn't even supposed to be celebrating it because of his religion. Even the snow had something to do with it.
It was snowing when I left, Mark thought to himself as he ran a hand through his blond hair.
"I really thought I could do it," Mark said as he tossed various articles of clothing into the almost-full duffle bag he had laid out on his bed. He tried to ignore the green eyes that seemed to follow his every movement and burn into his back. "It's almost funny how much I thought I could handle this. You know, the more I think of it I continue to ask myself why I didn't leave sooner. Over the years, I found reasons to stay, but not now…""
Mark ranted and raved to Roger. Roger had said nothing. He hadn't done or said anything to try to change Mark's mind, just stood and watched as the blond filmmaker ran out of his life for the next seven years. Honestly, Mark hadn't meant to be gone for that long. Originally, it was to be only a month, just to sort things out and make sense of things. Just to spend the time finding another reason to stay in New York.
Still, Mark looked towards Paige's sleeping form, I think some miracles came out of this.
January 1994, 3:32 AM, Pacific Standard Time
"Thank you so much."
The tired voice startled Mark out of his stupor as he shifted on his rocking chair and careened his neck behind him to find a very tired-looking brunette leaning on the doorway. Against his chest, little Paige sighed and sucked her thumb as her eyes closed against the darkness of the nursery. He looked over to the electric alarm clock blinking red numbers: 3:32 AM.
"It's not a problem," Mark whispered back as a smile flickered across his face and he bent his head down to kiss little Paige's forehead. "She's sleeping now, there's nothing else to do except wait a while. Just to make sure. You can go back to bed if you want to. You deserve it."
To tell the truth, Audrey Cohen did look tired. Bags were slowly growing under her eyes and beneath that small curve of a smile masking her face there lay a deeper frown. A tired frown.
"You look just as exhausted," Audrey whispered, closing the distance between them so that Mark wouldn't have to adjust in his seat and possibly wake Paige. "Are you all right? You've been doing a lot lately."
Mark shrugged, careful of the baby. "It's really no big deal Drey. I should be pulling my fair share of the weight too. Besides, she's half of me as well as half of you."
"You know that's not what I meant." Audrey grinned, kissing Mark on the forehead before settling herself down in the seat across from him.
"I know," Mark whispered back slyly. "I've just gotten so used to waking up at odd hours of the night and now I've finally found something to make up for that. Besides, doesn't it help our ears?" He smiled as her soft laughter floated through his ears. "See? I have it under control. Why don't you go back to bed…?"
Audrey sighed and confessed, "I can't sleep."
"Anything wrong?"
"Just thinking…" She trailed off as she reached over to brush the tiny brown hairs on Paige's head. "She'll be a beautiful young lady when she grows up. So much of her is going to be from you-"
"Nah." Mark smiled, talking so softly that Audrey had to lean in close to hear. "Paige is all you. Do you see her? Everything screams you, Drey."
"She may be me on the outside, but, inside, all I can see is you. She has your eyes." She looked to him with her own large brown eyes and donned a smile so radiant that it made Mark hang on her every word. "All that love you've got, little Paige has it too. I can tell."
Mark's smile grew. "Drey, I love you. And Paige. More than I'll ever be able to say."
"Me too." Audrey smiled softly down at their baby. "And we'll have to figure out how to raise her now, just like all the other good parents have raised their children. Teaching each other along the way, working to pick up the little things…"
Mark sighed. "And sometimes we'll yell, or we'll cry…"
"You know what's funny? Sometimes I think about our family in the middle of the night and I'm afraid. I'm afraid we're going to completely screw up Paige's future. I'm afraid we might mess up as parents." Audrey shook her head. "And you know what I'm mostly afraid of? I'm afraid that messing up will leave me to face the world alone…"
"Hey now." Mark shook his head. He carried Paige out of the rocking chair and gently laid her down into the crib, kissing her forehead before tucking the tiny blankets around her calm body. Mark looked back towards the wooden chair his wife sat in to see her crying, face in her hands, trying to stifle her sobs.
"I'm a mess-"
"No… no." Mark continued to shake his head. He knelt down and took both of her hands into his own, revealing puffy red eyes. "You'll never be alone again, not as long as I'm here. Remember? I am here to stay with you-"
"-through all the years…" Audrey finished, sobs subsiding slowly. "What would I do without you?"
"Be incredibly bored." Mark smiled as Audrey stifled a laugh. "Don't waste your time on useless questions like that. I'm here now, aren't I? Even if anything happens, I will always be with you."
"Promise me," She said. "Promise me that you'll be with me forever."
Touching his forehead to hers, Mark took their intertwined hands and placed them over her heart. The feel of it beating brought a smile to his face. "Always and forever."
"Good." She smiled, taking their hands and putting it over Mark's own heart. "I love you, Mark Cohen."
"I love you, my Audrey." Mark sighed with contentment and brushed her lips with his own.
December 1998, 11:00 AM, Eastern Standard Time
Little Paige Cohen moved her head back and forth, a large smile plastering her face as she opened her large blue eyes, wide with a deep curiosity. Her bright eyes seemed to grow larger as she took in the large motel room; her lips trembled slightly as she scanned the area for her stuffed penguin, Pistachio. She let out a tiny squeal as her tiny arms pumped out and threw the covers away from her to uncover the ratty penguin. Paige smiled brightly and hugged Pistachio to her chest.
Whispering for her daddy, little Paige found her lips still trembling and gulped down the air before coughing disgustedly. New York City was a very scary city. Still holding Pistachio close to her, Paige carefully climbed to her hands and knees before crawling to the side of the red comforter and peeking towards the bed next to her. She squint her eyes and let out an excited yelp as she found the large lump that had to be her father.
"Daddy's sleeping," she told Pistachio, taking her time to let one leg at a time off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. "We really shouldn't wake him up, should we? Later Daddy'll take us to the park and we can play in the snow! If Daddy's tired than he won't be able to take us…"
Pistachio stared, beady black eyes blank. Paige grinned.
She grabbed the blanket from her own bed before carefully slinking it across her daddy and herself, snuggling up close to his chest. Paige had always loved her daddy's smell of old spice just like Daddy had always said he liked her smell of vanilla. Her daddy said that Paige reminded him of Mommy.
As Paige snuggled deeper into Mark's chest she hardly noticed the smile plastering Mark's weary face as he placed his chin on her head and sighed deeply. He loved the feel of her heartbeat. He brought his arms around her petite body and widened his grin as Paige enveloped into a fit of giggles.
"Daddy!" Paige giggled, looking up into Mark's blue eyes. "You're supposed to be sleeping!"
"Well, I'm not sleepy anymore, sweetie," Mark said, smiling as he hauled himself up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Paige's arms wrapped around his waist. "What are you doing up?"
11:00 AM. Not too late, but, after getting in at 3 AM, it was still only eight hours of sleep. Not much, for Paige.
"I can't sleep once I'm up." Paige smiled. "You're up now! Can I go play in the snow?"
No wonder you never give kids sugar, Mark thought with a laugh.
"Daddy! Come on, you promised me!"
"I did, but first you have to get dressed." Mark touched her nose. "Can you do that for me while I take a quick shower?" She nodded obediently, immediately hopping off the bed and searching through the large duffel bag. "Those dark blue jeans I bought you should be in there, and the white sweater."
"These?" Paige questioned innocently, holding the desired clothes in her fists.
"Yup. That's it." He climbed out of the covers and patted her head. "Just put your dirty clothes in this bag." he pulled out the garbage bag he had brought for the dirty laundry. "Okay?"
"Yes Daddy," she said with smile still there. "Can I watch the TV when I'm done?"
"Of course." Mark leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Don't turn the volume up too loud. People are still sleeping."
"Kay!" Paige smiled.
Soon Mark finished his shower and dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black long-sleeved sweater with his navy blue and white scarf to match. He never could get rid of the thing; it just held too many memories. Mark tied Paige's shoes and made her put on her jacket before taking her hand and leading her outside.
It was still snowing that morning, just as Mark had promised, and the bright city was covered in a sheet of dazzling white as bundled-up people walked the streets. This one time of year made New York City feel so cheerful and carefree. The white snowflakes falling onto various cars, moving slowly because of the slick ice on the roads; the yellow cabs; the executives in long black coats; and the various children running around in their colorful puff jackets –they were all so familiar to him.
Mark nodded to the door attendant before walking down the steps of the hotel's entrance and moving to stand somewhere out of the way of the various people. "What do you think Paige?"
"It's pretty!" Paige grinned, clutching Mark's hand in her tiny fist. "We're gonna live here?"
Mark smiled, noticing her excitement. "Well… unless you don't want to-"
"I wanna!" Paige said excitedly, looking up to Mark with large eyes.
Mark smiled.
They ate lunch in a local café, where Paige had chicken tenders and Mark ordered a simple cup of tea. Then he showed Paige around the area, feeling as if he'd never left the city. Paige hung on his every word with wide eyes and let out fascinated gasps at the little tidbits of history Mark supplied.
Being back in New York City… Mark sighed at the thought. He watched from his seat in Tompkins Square Park, camera in front of his eyes, to where Paige lay on the ground making a snow angel. After being gone for so long, I can hardly believe that I'm here, especially now at Christmastime.
He had no real, concrete reason for returning to New York. At least, not really. After Audrey had died, he had no family left to turn to except for his little Paige.
It's too simple, Mark thought to himself, smiling as Paige squealed at the sight of her snow angel. After being alone, with just Paige, I just realized that I miss everybody too much.
There had been those times when Mark had thought about coming back to New York for a summer, but whenever the subject came up something happened. Getting married, Paige's birth, his mother dying, his wife getting killed…
Maybe, after all that pain, he should've come back sooner. There was no telling if he would even run into anybody he knew.
There was no telling who survived.
"Daddy!" Paige was tugging playfully at his arms. "Daddy! Play with me!"
He looked to his watch: 3 PM. Damn, time sure did fly.
"You've been playing for two hours." Mark smiled softly, easily noting the pout forming on her lips. "We'll come out tomorrow, but right now we need to be looking for some places to live."
She opened her mouth to protest but soon nodded sadly. "All right, Daddy."
"Thank you," he said, grabbing hold of his daughter carefully to put her under an attack of dreaded tickles. "I promise we'll come back the same time tomorrow!"
Paige let out a burst of laughter, soft and sweet liker her mother's had been. "Daddy! Daddy… stop! That tickles!"
"That's the point sweetie." Mark laughed, pushing himself off the bench and carefully setting Paige down onto the ground. They walked towards the exit of the park hand-in-hand. "You know what tomorrow is, right?" He held his camera out and pointed it towards her, smiling as she waved excitedly into the lens.
"Christmas!" Paige yelled happily, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet. " Then my birthday!"
"That's right," Mark said, ruffling her hair lovingly. "What do you think Santa will get you?"
"Santa will find me?" Paige questioned. "He won't go to our old house instead?"
"Of course not! Santa knows where you are when you move. No need to worry about that."
"I want…" Paige scratched her cheek thoughtfully before nodding happily and stating, "I want a gui… guitar! You said your friend played a guitar, Daddy, didn't you? Woger played one!"
"Roger," Mark corrected. "You know I said no lessons until you're at least eight years old." Paige pouted. "Don't give me that look, Paige; we'll see what happens tomorrow."
"Sorry." Paige frowned, kicking the sidewalk childishly.
Mark had been surprised the first time Paige asked for a guitar, but she'd wanted one for as long as he could remember. One Christmas he'd given her a baby guitar–one of the ones that lit up but didn't actually have strings–and proceeded to tell her about Roger Davis. Ever since then she had been set on learning to play the desired instrument.
Imagine that. The daughter of a photographer and a filmmaker ending up playing the guitar. Becoming a musician.
"Ahhhh!" A feminine screech hit their ears. "Oh, fuck!"
Paige furrowed her eyebrows. "Daddy? What's fu-?"
Mark jumped, nearly dropping his camera in the process, as he covered her mouth with his hand. "A very bad word Paige. Don't say it. Ever."
"All right Daddy." Paige shrugged.
Paige turned towards the odd noise and found a bundle of brown sprawled out on the snow a little ways away. The mysterious woman had apparently been shopping because the brown paper bag had flown out of her hands and had sprayed out various food products and orange pill bottles.
"Come on Daddy! We should help!" Before Mark could even warn Paige about the strangers in New York City, Paige had torn her hand from Mark's grip and was rushing towards the fallen stranger in the snow. She skidded to a stop in front of the women and fell to her knees happily. "Hi!"
"PAIGE!" Mark yelled, running towards his daughter. "Paige! Don't you ever-"
"Hello there." A suddenly familiar voice said softly. "Aren't you beautiful? Where are your parents, sweetie?"
Mark froze.
"Right there!" Paige turned and pointed right at Mark. "Hi Daddy!"
"Well, hello there I'm Mi-Mark?" Brown eyes widened suddenly as the woman climbed to her feet, the groceries lying forgotten on the ground. "Mark Cohen? Is that you?"
Shit. Definitely not how this is supposed to happen, Mark thought, staring at the woman. He cleaned his glasses on his black coat to make sure it was actually who he thought it was. There was no denying it. Bouncy brown curls now down to her backside, wide chocolate brown eyes, and the carefree smile. She wore a pair of light blue jeans and a tight black top covered with a dark blue jean jacket.
Mark adjusted the camera in his hands and smiled politely. "Mimi… it's been a long time…"
He breathed a sigh of relief as Mimi smiled warmly and hugged him. "Too long."
"Daddy?" Paige was suddenly hiding behind Mark's legs, clinging to him as if suddenly frightened of this stranger. "Daddy? Who's she?"
Mimi blanched as the realization hit her. "Daddy?"
With strength, he didn't think he even possessed, Mark let out a deep sigh and patted Paige's brown hair protectively. "Come on out of there and say "hi"." He looked to Mimi, a warm smile plastering his face. "Mimi, this is my daughter."
"Daughter…?" Mimi questioned as her eyes widened.
Paige had very slowly come out from behind Mark's legs and was staring up at Mimi with large blue eyes. She wrung her hands behind her back and smiled shyly. "Hi, I'm Paige. What's your name?"
"What a pretty name." Mimi knelt down to face Paige eye-to-eye and smiled widely. "I'm Maria Marquez-Davis, but you can call me Mimi."
"You're Mimi!" Paige exclaimed excitedly. "My daddy told me about you! He said you're the prettiest dancer ever."
"Your daddy's too kind for his own good." Mimi smiled at Mark's blush.
"So…" Mark scratched the back of his head and adjusted the camera in his arms. "How have you been, Meems?" Mimi opened her mouth to answer-
"MIMI!" A snow-covered man with dirty brown hair skidded around the corner and ran towards the threesome in the street. His green eyes were wide as ever. "I heard you screaming. Are you okay…" he trailed off suddenly.
Shit. Not this. Not now.


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I mentioned in my last post my love for period British mini-series. Basically if there are costumes, accents and multiple episodes, I am so in.
A couple of people asked for some of my favs, so I thought I would compile a list. (Don't you love a good list?!) There are two categories. The first is made up of mini-series and TV series. The second is made up of feature-length movies that I also adore. I have included links to the versions that I am referring to.
Mini-series/TV series
Pride and Prejudice - Where it all began. I had no idea how this mini-series would affect the rest of my life. I think being an English major in college would have never happened without Mr. Darcy diving into a lake.
Lark Rise to Candleford - Sunday nights for the past spring and summer have been dedicated to watching this series with my mom and my sister. It is truly a delight. There is even a whole episode devoted to when a new-fangled machine, a bicycle, comes to town.
The Forsyte Saga - Whoa. This mini-series means business. Victorian love and scandal at its best. Plus, it stars one of my faves, Damian Lewis. (Who I saw in real life when I was out and about in London. As always, shorter than I expected.)
Cranford/Return to Cranford - A show about a town run by older women is going to be full of heart. Lot of laughs and tears in this one.
Jane Eyre - Toby Stephens as Mr. Rochester. Nuff said.
Wives and Daughters - All kinds of relationships are explored in this great mini-series: child and parent, sisters, lovers, step-families, and more.
Little Dorrit - Oh, Dickens! Even though there are wacky characters with wacky names, you still get so invested in their lives. Little Dorrit is just so good, it is easy to hope her story turns out for the best. This storyline hits every emotional note on the scale.
Sense and Sensibility - Not to be confused with the Emma Thompson version, which I also love. This mini-series was able to take the time and explore the story of the Dashwood sisters.
Bleak House - Another Dickens mini-series. It is darker. But oh, so good.
Jeeves and Wooster - Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry are geniuses. Their chemistry makes this series so fun to watch. Oh, the hi-jinx Wooster gets up to. Yet Jeeves always manages to save the day.
Cambridge Spies - Mini-series based on true events: 4 Cambridge students are recruited to be spies for Russia. Fascinating.
Horatio Hornblower - Ioan Gruffudd is Horatio Hornblower. For being such a "boy" movie full of swash-buckling sea adventures, I completely loved it.
North and South - There is something very Darcy-esque about the leading man's character. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Monarch of the Glen - This is the only modern-day one on the list. But it was too good to leave off. Archie MacDonald reluctantly returns to his childhood estate to become Laird. (Hector and Kilwillie are worth it alone!)
Fortunes of War - To be fair, I have not watched this yet. But it looks right up my alley and is in my Netflix queue. I do love me some Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson. I am still a little sad that those crazy kids couldn't make it work in real life.
**Edited to add**
Downton Abbey - Please come to the US. Please!
MI-5/Spooks - Modern-day spy show. Pretty excellent.
Bright Star - Love. So. Much. The romance of John Keats and Fanny Brawne is beautifully depicted. Plus, Fanny's outfits are awesome.
The Young Victoria - Victoria and Albert. Sigh. It truly is a love story for the ages. Emily Blunt and Rupert Friend are amazing.
I Capture the Castle - An eccentric family in an run-down castle? Yes, please.
Gosford Park - A weekend at a country estate shows the drama upstairs and downstairs. Great ensemble cast. Where I first discovered my crush for Clive Owen.
The 39 Steps - A spy caper set in the countryside starring the pretty dashing Rupert Penry-Jones.
Howard's End - Just recently revisited this movie after many years. I think I "get" it a lot more now than when I was a teenager. It is pretty masterful. But really, Emma Thompson can do no wrong in my eyes.
A Room with a View - Remember Daniel Day-Lewis as Cecil? Perfection.
**Edited to add**
The Remains of the Day - Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson are Tour de Forces. A touching story about life and sacrifice.
Englishman who went up a hill but came down a mountain- A young Hugh Grant stars in this one. A pretty fun movie about a community that goes to extremely kooky lengths to keep their reputation in tact.
Miss Potter - The story of Beatrix Potter. Totally enchanting.
Cold Comfort Farm - A pure delight. A young woman finds herself living among her country relatives after her parents died.
The great thing is this list will always be growing. (Thanks BBC!) In fact, I am already looking forward to the new Sherlock series on Masterpiece Mystery starting October 24th. It's a modern take on the sleuth. Eek. So. Excited.
So how about you? Any suggestions? Did I miss anything?


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#ISTE17: Reflection #1
This week, I'm in San Antonio at #ISTE2017, the largest educational conference in the world. I'm super excited to reunite with old friends and make new connections in this awesome city, joining over 20,000 (yup) educators from all around the world. Throughout the week, I'll be writing a few pieces here and there about my experience.
Monday, June 26: 7:23 a.m.
Whoa! What a great first day! I got in early and immediately jumped into the fray of ISTE. I can't believe how many people are here! After checking into my hotel and picking up my conference badge, I joined my team for a quick walk to the Alamo (wicked cool!) and lunch on the famous River Walk. I love how close everything is to the convention center… so much history and the best part, you can walk everywhere!
After lunch, I walked back to the convention center and explored ISTE Central for a bit. I'm learning very quickly how impactful and valuable ISTE can be for a digital learning coach like myself. Included in my membership are hundreds of resources, connecting me with teachers and schools from around the world that share my belief of finding new and innovative ways to empower students with their learning. I'm especially interested in exploring the advocacy that ISTE does on behalf of schools in educational technology. There is so much to explore!
Last night, I kicked off ISTE 2017 with an amazing keynote from Jad Abumrad, creator and host of NPR's "RadioLab". His keynote was so inspiring, mixing elements and stories from his own life to concepts and practices that teachers face every day. I loved his message about the power of the human voice, not only in education but in the world we live. I am pumped to continue researching and thinking about his ideas!
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Thursday, 4 October 2012
Guest DT card for Nutcrafters
Well what have I been up to this week. I've been resting my voice and it's actually back so no more squeaking whoopee!!!! Well maybe a little.... I've had plenty of relaxation time while I've been quiet to make some family birthday cards, October is a busy month - 3 birthdays this week and 2 next week. Why do I always leave it to the last minute? Does anyone else do this? Oh to be organised.
Guess who has got a Guest designer spot with the fabulous girlies over at Nutcrafters for October and November? Yeah little old me - so chuffed. Thank you for having me. So please feel free to pop over and join in with the latest challenge which is Paper Piecing. There is even freebies for you to use. Can't wait to see what you produce.
Here's a Christmas card I made today using a new release digital stamp from Nutcrafters.
I used one of the new release digital stamps called 'Pudding Santa' and paper pieced part of the pudding and santa then used promarkers, paper from stash , embossing folders, tag, red string, charm, glitter, chipboard letters and dew drops.
Christmas card challenge - Use Chipboard
holly jolly christmas challenge - glitter and bling
cutie pie challenge use a digi-entered previously challenge :27,26,23,20,17
Been to get my hair done so feel all posh now. New woman well not quite.... Hope you're all okay and having a nice day whatever you're up to. Thank you for all your lovely comments - much appreciated.
Love Debs x
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This is gorgeous,love the image....fabulous layout.xxxReplyDelete
Congratulations Debs on your Dt guest at Nutcrafters your card is gorgeous l really like the gift tag and the xmas pud looks good enough to eat your card is as always so lovely !!xxReplyDelete
Congrats on your guest DT! Your card is fab....love the paper piecing.....keep meaning to have a go myself!ReplyDelete
Hugs Jo x
Congrats on your DT Assignment. Great first card. The image is sweet and love the paper piecing. Thanks for joining us at Holly Jolly this week during our Glitter and Bling Challenge.ReplyDelete
Pretty - Love your art work. Thank you for joining us at Holly Jolly this week.ReplyDelete
Great card hunnie, just love the colours & the image is fab!ReplyDelete
Have a great weekend
Hugs Shell xx
Love this card, the pudding image is fantastic. Love the use of the tag on the card. Great layout too! Thanks for sharing with us this week at Holly Jolly. Regards MeighanReplyDelete
Smahing take on my challenge at Nutcrafters. Lovely to have you joining us on the design team. Look forward to seeing more of your lovely cards. Debs xxReplyDelete
Love the image - fun card! Thank you for joining us this week at Holly Jolly!ReplyDelete


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Co-Director, Academy for SEL; Professor of Psychology, Rutgers; Director, Rutgers Social-Emotional Learning Lab; Director, Collaborative Center for Community-Based Research and Service
Maurice Elias is Professor, Psychology Department, Rutgers University, Director of the Rutgers Social-Emotional Learning Lab, and Academic Director of The Collaborative, Rutgers' Center for Community-Based Research and Service. He is Past President of the Society for Community Research and Action/Division of Community Psychology (27) of APA and has received the SCRA Distinguished Contribution to Practice and Ethnic Minority Mentoring Awards, as well as APA's National Psychological Consultants to Management Award, the Joseph E. Zins Memorial Senior Scholar Award for Social-Emotional Learning from the Collaborative for Academic, Social, and Emotional Learning (CASEL), the John P. McGovern Medal from the American School Health Association, and the Sanford McDonnell Award for Lifetime Achievement in Character Education.
Dr. Elias lectures nationally and internationally to educators and parents about students' emotional intelligence, school success, and social-emotional and character development. A recent recipient of the Sanford McDonnell Award for Lifetime Achievement in Character Education, among Dr. Elias' numerous books are ASCD's Promoting Social and Emotional Learning: Guidelines for Educators, the Social Decision Making/Social Problem Solving curricula for grades k-8, the new e-book, Emotionally Intelligent Parenting (via Kindle and Nook) and a book for young children: Talking Treasure: Stories to Help Build Emotional Intelligence and Resilience in Young Children (www.researchpress.com, 2012). Dr. Elias writes a blog for the George Lucas Educational Foundation's Edutopia Website.
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That being said here is another idea I found on pinterst for my wedding. I found this great aisle decoration idea on weddingchicks blog and added my own flair to it to make make it unique!
The best part of this idea? I got to have a reason to drink 10 bottles of wine and no not all in one night, as tempting as that might be.
Our wedding colors are royal blue and yellow so I found Bartenura Moscato with a beautiful blue bottle. Made some burlap roses and some crocheted sunflowers and bought some sparkly preserved baby's breath from afloral.com. Here is what it looks like =]
We will put it at the end of each row of chairs for the ceremony and then move it up to the the parking area for guests to walk through when they arrive. I think we will put them in the ground like the blog shows. Will have the pictures in august! Hope you guys like =]


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We all remember leaning against chunky old school radiators on a cold day…perching on top of them until you could take the heat no more.
They really are things of great beauty. Why oh why did 150 years of progress end up with horrible white tinny things screwed to the wall?… and radiator covers…no thanks.
There are a lot of beautiful Victorian cast iron original radiators out there in reclamation yards. You need to make sure they have been well reconditioned.
However after a bit of digging we decided to go with newly made Carron cast iron radiators. Carron have been making the same radiators since Victorian times and are still going strong now. They had some great designs, we could choose any finish we liked, and best of all, my Dad could get them at trade prices. Happy days! ☺
I'd be lying if I said putting old Victorian cast iron radiators in was a cheap exercise, but they are beautiful and really do make the whole Victorian feel of the house come alive. If you're working to a budget, then maybe try and squeeze one or two in where you'll love them most. You won't regret it!
P.S. For your info, we went for the Antiqued Finish (which is basically a distressed French Grey). It looks lovely on both The Daisy and The Victorian models which we went with. I think it would fit with pretty much any colour scheme.


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September 22, 2016 – Val-d'Or, Quebec, Canada: Metanor Resources Inc. ("Metanor") (TSX-V: MTO) is pleased to present the highlights from the positive preliminary economic assessment study (PEA) completed by GoldMinds Geoservices Inc. on its Barry gold project (Mining Lease BM number 886) which is located 100 km east of Lebel sur Quévillon and 115 km south of the Bachelor Mine in Quebec.
Highlights of PEA Barry (*) all in CAD dollars, include:
- Net present value (NPV) before taxes (at 6%) of $53.5 million;
- Internal rate of return (IRR) before taxes of 198%;
- NPV after taxes (at 6%) of $25.9 million;
- IRR after taxes of 94%;
- Capital startup of $8.5 million;
- Payback of 0.71 years with a gold price of $1,560 / oz;
- All-in production cost of $1,114 / oz (US $891 / oz);
- For the life of the mine, a production of 193,457 ounces of gold over 9 years;
- An average of 21,495 ounces of gold production with up to 37,573 ounces in year 2;
- Milling of 1,200 tonnes per day at the Bachelor plant, with an average grade of 1.75 g/t diluted for the life of the mine including the first 3 years at 2.61 g/t with a metallurgical recovery of 95%;
- Sterile ration mineralization of 2.17 to 1.
Mr Ghislain Morin, President and CEO of Metanor Resources Inc., declared, on behalf of the board of directors: "This positive preliminary economic study is an important milestone for Metanor. We point out that the deposit is located on a Mining Lease previously granted, the deposit is ready to be exploited and it has the potential for expansion. Moreover, there are no steaming agreements covering the Barry project. We will be moving quickly with startup planned for the summer of 2017, following a feasibility study which will include current drilling results. "
The Study
The Barry gold mine could potentially support an open pit mine with a conventional treatment plant using mineral industry standards, including: crushing, grinding, gravity concentration, cyanide leaching tanks, adsorption of gold by coal activated desorption of coal, electrolytic sensing, refining and reactivation of coal in addition to the destruction of cyanides released from the leach circuit. The Bachelor processing plant has been resized for an annual capacity of 420,000 tons in this preliminary technical and economic study (PEA). The anticipated gold recovery is expected to exceed 95%. No provision has been made for the treatment of low mineralized material and content for material that could be mined by underground method. The calculation of the tax and mining rights was conducted by the firm Raymond Chabot Grant Thornton (RCGT) of Val d'Or from a cash flow document prepared by GMG. The current scenario plans for transport by road train of 150 tons. An average milling index of 13.3 kWh / t is used.
The pit resources in all categories totaled 2.23Mt @ 1.54 g / t measured, 270kt @ 1.40 g / t Indicated, and 1.17Mt @ 2.69 g / t inferred. The pit resources are derived from the total mineral resources using a model of blocks 3m E x 3m N x 3m Z – rounded – capped at 35 g / t, with a cutoff grade above 0.66 g / t.
The financial analysis using a price of gold of CAD$1,710, representing a 10% increase from the $1,560 used in the PEA would generate a NPV of $78.07 million with an IRR of 246% before taxes.
(*) Cautionary statement NI 43-101: The Mineral resources presented here are not mineral reserves, because they have not demonstrated economic viability. The PEA is preliminary in nature and includes inferred resources that are considered speculative geologically to have economic considerations that would categorize them into mineral reserves. There is no certainty that the conclusions of the PEA will be realized. The technical report will be filed within 45 days on SEDAR.
About GoldMinds Geoservices Inc.
Goldminds Geoservices Inc. is a consulting engineering firm specializing in the technical reports NI 43-101, the estimation of mineral resources, drilling program management, geological exploration and geotechnical studies. Goldminds Geoservices Inc. was founded in 2012 by Claude Duplessis, P.Eng., Who was the owner of Geostat Systems International Inc. founded in 1981 by Michel David. Geostat was specializes in geostatistics, orebody modeling, estimation of mineral resources, exploration, pre-feasibility study, and other services. In 2008, Geostat Systems International Inc. was sold to SGS based in Geneva, Switzerland and Mr. Duplessis worked as director / consultant of SGS Geostat division in Blainville until 2011.
Qualified Persons
Pascal Hamelin, P. Eng., Vice-president of Operations, is the Qualified Person under NI 43-101, responsible for reviewing and approving the technical information contained in this news release.
Claude Duplessis, Ing., Gaston Gagnon, Ing, and Gilbert Rousseau, Ing, of Goldminds Geoservices Inc., are the independent qualified person under NI 43-101 who have prepared and reviewed the technical information contained in this release.
Cautionary and Forward-Looking Statements
This press release includes certain statements that may be deemed "forward-looking statements".
The potential quantity and grade is conceptual in nature as there has been insufficient exploration to define a mineral resource and it is uncertain if further exploration will result in the target being delineated as a mineral resource. All statements in this discussion, other than those of historical fact, that address future exploration drilling, exploration activities and projected exploration, including costs and other estimates upon which such projections are based, and events or developments that the company expects, are considered forward-looking statements. Although the Company believes the expectations expressed in these forward-looking statements are based on reasonable assumptions, such statements are not guarantees of future performance and actual results or developments may differ materially from those forward-looking statements.
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Los Angeles psych band Wand play the Hi-Tone next Monday, their first time back at the venue since opening for the Ty Segall Band last fall. Wand come from the same school of psychedelic rock as California bands Thee Oh Sees and White Fence, representing the softer side of sun bleached rock and roll. Front man Cory Hanson also played in The Meatbodies and Together Pangea, two other prominent garage rock bands from southern California. While those two bands can easily be pinned to a genre, Wand's music takes a little bit longer to digest.
On the band's debut album Ganglion Reef, Hanson and company focused heavily on guitar tone, running their riffs through multiple synthesizers and effect pedals to create the spaced out, Frippertronics-influenced songs. Ganglion Reef goes pretty deep into the nerd zone with its references, with song titles like "Generator Larping" and the cover image essentially being fan art for the video game Final Fantasy VI. After touring for much of 2014, Wand found time to record their second full- length record Golem, and the album will be released while the band is on this month long tour.
Touring with Wand is New Orleans party rockers Babes, a band that is pretty much impossible to search for on the internet. Babes has a record on New Orleans label Pizza Burglar Records, and they've already developed a following in Memphis after stopping through town on several occasions. While they don't have any songs about larping, Babes do have catchy garage rock hits like "We are the Babes" and "My Poor Friends Suck", and they shouldn't be missed on Monday. Locals Aquarian Blood open the show.
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Support / Re: lighting problem« on: October 12, 2012, 08:57:22 pm »
hm. Yes I said it's a stupid question:D thanks for your help
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I-85, I-385 Gateway project creates detours this weekend
I-85, I-385 Gateway project creates detours this weekend
A roughly 1-mile portion of Chrome Drive will have a detour the next two weekends as crews work on the next stages of the 85-385 Gateway Project.
Chrome Drive will be closed at the intersection of Roper Mountain, which is just after the Harley Davidson of Greenville store. Detour access to the store will be maintained to the store.
The closing will be implemented Friday night and run through Monday morning. The road will be closed for the same time frame next weekend, as well.
Drivers are advised to obey all traffic control devices and signage in place.


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Sustainable Agriculture and Natural Resource Management Collaborative Research Support Program(SANREM CRSP)
Moore, Keith M.
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This presentation describes the history and current program of the Sustainable Agriculture and Natural Resource Management Collaborative Research Support Program (SANREM CRSP). SANREM Objectives include increasing stakeholder income generation capacity, empowering stakeholders, particularly women, enhancing decentralized resource management, strengthening local institutions, improving market access for smallholders and communities, and promoting sustainable and environmentally sound development. The SANREM CRSP Knowledge and Information System is built on the SANREM Knowledge Base, a web-based metadata storage and retrieval system. Projects composing core program activities are all long-term, multi-disciplinary, and cross-cutting field, farm household, watershed, ecosystem, and policy/governance systems. The current program (2004-2009) builds on previous work through a set of Bridging Awards addressing long-term SANREM issues. These were followed by a two-stage competition for planning awards leading to a selective competition for long-term research awards. At this time, there are five Long-Term Research Award activities covering South East Asia, Latin America, and Africa.


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Pouncey v. Summerlin et al (MAG+)
Plaintiff: Steven Young Pouncey
Defendant: Adam Blackwell, Jesse Hess, Chris Summerlin, Susie Peters, Tom Ellison and Will Ash
Case Number: 1:2012cv00848
Filed: October 2, 2012
Court: Alabama Middle District Court
Office: Dothan Office
County: Houston
Presiding Judge: Mark E. Fuller
Referring Judge: Terry F. Moorer
Nature of Suit: Civil Rights: Other
Cause of Action: 42:1983 Civil Rights Act
Jury Demanded By: None
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Delta resident Edith V. Jardon died July 26, 2017, at her home. She was 97.
She is survived by three sons, Reggie (Sally) Jardon of Elk Grove, Calif., Craig (Lil) Jardon of Arvada and Travis (Pat) Jardon of Hotchkiss; and numerous grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren.
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Activities in french
Scores of people have been enjoying the clear warm waters of Palm Jumeirah at the French in Dubai water park for a long time, and today there are even more activities in French that will get you into the warm and clear waters.
This is one of the most activities in French. From some leisurely time spent paddling in a canoe or kayak to completing a certified course in Kayaking skills, there are plenty of fun water sporting activities in French in Dubai for all kayaking experience levels.
A crazy inflatable ride
Are you an adrenalin junkie? Well, have your go at one of our fast fun inflatable ride that will see you get towed by a super-fast boat on a banana, doughnut or other inflatable ride of choice. Take your pick from this blood rushing rides and have some great family fun.
Perhaps the most interesting thing about our park is that a lake can literally be built to give you the ultimate water-skiing experience. With stretching narrow waters, complete its banks and bunds to keep the waters as calm as can be all year round, you can safely enjoy some water-skiing fun with your whole family.
With Dubai's sweltering heat, a dip in the pool is always a welcome break. We have a large inland paddling beach together with a barricaded playground and smaller swimming pool area for young kids that is very safe.
We also offer supervised open water swimming that is often done on restricted areas to ensure safety at all times.
Wakeboarding fun
The French in Dubai is a remarkable destination to have some wakeboarding fun whether you've never tried this before or are a seasoned wakeboarder. We have huge sheltered lakes, professional tuition; the state does not disappoint of the art equipment for hire and large changing rooms that will make you feel right at home.
This is one of the most famous activities in the park that can be done both at the seaside and on our inland waters. With unending water spaces and the wind, that does not disappoint all year round and a great escape from the hot Dubai temperatures. Our windsurfing activities are always a fun way of bonding with family and friends as you take a break from your daily activities.
Make your way to the French in Dubai and get water dazzled!


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WASHINGTON – North Korea recently turned over to the United States equipment found to be contaminated with traces of highly enriched uranium — HEU — apparently contradicting the country's stance that it never had such a program, FOX News has confirmed.
The equipment was described as a set of "smelted aluminum tubes" suitable for an HEU centrifuge program, a step necessary to make a nuclear weapon.
"They got some 'splainin' to do," one U.S. arms control official said when first told of the discovery about a month ago, he recalled to FOX.
However, North Korea claims the tubes were intended for use in the development of a conventional "artillery" weapon, sources told FOX News.
As part of a six-nation disarmament deal, North Korea is disabling its Yongbyon nuclear reactor and related nuclear facilities, and is obligated to provide a "complete and correct" declaration of all their nuclear programs, weapons, and materiel by Dec. 31.
American officials anxiously have been waiting to see whether, and to what extent, the North Koreans will acknowledge the existence of their HEU program, about which the United States first confronted Pyongyang in October 2002.
The Koreans initially admitted to having an HEU program, said Mike Green, a former National Security Council staff aide who was present for the October 2002 confrontation.
"It was in several sentences in a way that they were talking about it as if it existed," Green said. He summed up the initial North Korean response as: "If you want to negotiate about it, we have more — even more powerful programs. We have the right to this."
State Department spokesman Sean McCormack has confirmed as much.
During the October 2002 talks, U.S. officials "repeatedly asked, 'Are you actually saying that you have a highly enriched uranium program?' And the answer back was 'yes,' " McCormack told reporters Feb. 23.
But not long after that meeting five years ago, the North Koreans retracted their story and reverted to a stance of completely denying they ever had an HEU program.
Green told FOX News this past June he believes the data supporting the existence of the North Korean HEU program: It was not like the intelligence on Iraq's weapons of mass destruction, and that there was no dissent from any quarter of the American intelligence community about the HEU program.
The Washington Post originally reported Friday that uranium traces were found on the North Korean tubes.
Click here to read the Post report.
The North Koreans have been considerably more open about their plutonium reprocessing program, which they have used at Yongbyon to build at least one or two nuclear weapons, according to unclassified U.S. intelligence estimates.
Pyongyang conducted its first detonation of a nuclear device in October 2006. Most analysts estimate that since the North Koreans evicted U.N. nuclear inspectors from the country in late 2002 — in the wake of the confrontation with the U.S. — the Kim Jong Il regime has reprocessed enough plutonium to build up to 10 nuclear weapons.
That the North Koreans possessed aluminum tubes of concern to the U.S. and other nations has been public knowledge for some time.
The U.S. envoy to the six-party talks, Assistant Secretary of State Christopher Hill, told a Washington think tank audience on Feb. 22 that "[W]e know that they [the North Koreans] attempted to purchase some aluminum tubes from Germany. ... We have some indications that they were successful in getting some of these tubes elsewhere."
Arms control officials told FOX News Friday it is possible the contaminated equipment bore traces of HEU because it was exposed to other contaminated equipment from a source outside North Korea.
One theory is that the traces came from equipment that originated in Pakistan, where that country's chief nuclear scientist, A.Q. Khan, is now known to have secretly and illegally sold nuclear technology to countries like Iran, North Korea and Libya.
Hill told the House Foreign Affairs Committee on Feb. 28, "We know from the Pakistanis that they [the North Koreans] bought these centrifuges. There's no other purpose for a centrifuge of that kind than to produce highly enriched uranium."
Senior Bush administration officials were briefed on the discovery of the HEU traces within the last month, in highly restricted sessions held at the headquarters of the Air Force Technical Applications Center (AFTAC), located at Patrick Air Force Base in Florida.
AFTAC, according to its Web site, "performs nuclear treaty monitoring and nuclear event detection," and provides policymakers with "quality technical measurements to monitor nuclear treaty compliance and develops advanced proliferation monitoring technologies to preserve our nation's security."
James Rosen joined Fox News Channel (FNC) in 1999. He currently serves as the chief Washington correspondent and hosts the online show "The Foxhole." His latest book is "A Torch Kept Lit: Great Lives of the Twentieth Century" (Crown Forum, October 4, 2016).


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Monument Valley
Monument Valley was one of those places I had never heard of until I started googling the heck out of Antelope Canyon to see what was nearby. Once I saw it I knew I had to add it to my itinerary and off I went in search of the best Monument Valley hotel. And what better place to spend a night in Monument Valley than the hotel located in the Valley itself. The View Hotel sits atop Monument Valley giving hotel guests sweeping views of the buttes and mesas below. From our balcony, we experienced a spectacular sunset and sunrise with complimentary coffee and tea from our in-room Keurig.
Robe available here for under $30!
The View Hotel Monument Valley
The View Hotel has freestanding cabins and also the main building with 3 floors of well-appointed rooms, both options face the valley. We stayed in the main building but the cabins enjoy the same view.
Where to Eat in Monument Valley | The View Hotel Restaurant
After sunset, dinner at The View Restaurant is a must. The View Restaurant menu has traditional Navajo dishes which are truly delightful. I highly recommend the stew sampler to give you a taste of each of their stews, World Famous Green Chile Stew, Red Chile Pork Posole, and the Sheep Camp Mutton Stew. Though we both agreed the Red Chile Pork Posole was both our favorite.
The Rooms at The View Monument Valley Hotel
Now let's talk about the spa-like bathroom and ultra comfy beds. Having adventures all day down through Monument Valley on a self-drive tour, we were all tuckered out and covered in red dust. We had definitely seen better days. A hot shower with the spa amenities had us snoring away in the cloud like beds. We slept so deeply we almost missed the sunrise. But really we just had to walk out onto the balcony to catch the views.
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After sunrise from our balcony, we managed to snag a table at The View Restaurant by one of the many windows for a hearty breakfast buffet of biscuits and gravy, bacon and sausage, hash browns, pancakes, and french toast.
We were sad to say goodbye our Monument Valley hotel with a view, but it was time to get back to Flagstaff to catch our flight home! Thank you for such an amazing stay The View Hotel!!
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Extremely religious boss
RE: Extremely religious boss
(25-11-2016 06:56 AM)Celestial_Wonder Wrote:(23-11-2016 11:22 PM)daterxies Wrote: Do i just live with it? Do i go to HR which i know they will definitely get involved but again i fear MY consequence if he finds out it was me. What would you do in my situation? Im not a very vocal Atheist and i honestly dont give a shit what your views are, i have mine, he has his but i dont want to be subjected to his views daily at work.
.... I would love to see it i the roles were reversed, and you were watching the atheist experience all the time on youtube, I bet he would quickly forget the golden rule and be straight off to the HR department.
RE: Extremely religious boss
Wisconsin is definitely an at-will state. Federal law prohibits you being fired for complaining about being pressured religiously, but state law permits you to be fired for wearing a tie that your boss suddenly decides he doesn't like a day after you complained, and it's damn hard to prove in court that this is anything but coincidence.
A bit of internet research (read: I'm not an expert) tells me that Wisconsin is also a one-party consent state. That means you are free to record any and every conversation that you are a party to, surreptitiously, without getting permission from or informing the other participants. But double-check your employee manual. Just because you're allowed to do it in your state, doesn't mean you're allowed to do it in your office. Also, while you aren't committing a crime when you record, surreptitious recordings are inadmissible in civil cases. They would, however, be just fine for proving to upper management or HR that your boss is breaking internal rules.
Since you say someone got in trouble for handing out pamphlets, I'd guess that HR would be on your side in this sort of complaint. Go to them, ask to be anonymous, say that you feel that the workplace is getting religiously hostile because you're having a particular brand of Christianity pushed on you that you don't agree with -- and that you don't think your boss should be your pastor anyway -- and ask that they do something about it. Don't make a big deal about you being an atheist... just say that you don't agree with the guy's doctrine (without going into specifics about what part of the doctrine you don't agree with and why you don't agree with it) and that constantly having that doctrine pushed on you in the workplace is inappropriate. Because it is, regardless of whether you're an atheist, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a different type of Christian, or exactly the same denomination of Christian but with different opinions. Your boss is not your preacher, and he needs to learn the distinction.
So long as he doesn't know who to retaliate against, there's no reason not to give your boss a bit of compassionate leeway. Assume he doesn't know proper boundaries, rather than that he's deliberately violating them, and have HR see if a bit of education will fix the matter before bringing the hammer down on him.
I am an antipistevist. That's like an antipastovist, only with epistemic responsibility instead of bruschetta.
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RE: Extremely religious boss
I've worked for a highly religious person for the last 6 years, who is also a Trumper, and honestly it doesn't really get easier. I'm leaving and the religious atmosphere and Trump support are two of the reasons, besides the inept managers, lying, and backstabbing.
Better without God, and happier too.
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RE: Extremely religious boss
(05-12-2016 11:20 AM)Azaraith Wrote: I've worked for a highly religious person for the last 6 years, who is also a Trumper, and honestly it doesn't really get easier. I'm leaving and the religious atmosphere and Trump support are two of the reasons, besides the inept managers, lying, and backstabbing.
The worst kind of backstabbing is for it to happen by someone you didn't expect it to happen from.
Et Tu Brute? Et Tu? You have my condolences.
06-12-2016, 08:26 AM (This post was last modified: 06-12-2016 08:30 AM by Full Circle.)
RE: Extremely religious boss
(25-11-2016 08:26 AM)Celestial_Wonder Wrote:(25-11-2016 07:49 AM)Full Circle Wrote: And yet here we have a very outwardly Christian boss not giving two fucks about putting themselves in other people's shoes. Sorry mate, but in this case it isn't a peer causing the problem it is a person who can very decisively retaliate against you.
Seriously? Maybe to you it doesn't but to anyone who isn't a sociopath it does come naturally.
It boggles my mind that you really believe (unless you're simply trolling) that a boss assumes his shit doesn't stink and comes out wrapped in cellophane because none of his underlings has confronted him and said anything. You are either very naive or trolling.
(25-11-2016 08:26 AM)'Celestial_Wonder Wrote: A person only has to worry about retaliation if they approach a situation badly. Going behind someone's back, boss or not, is not going to be well reciprocated. It will likely lead the supervisor to foster distrust for all his subordinates, not just our friend here. As a person who has been in a hostile work environment twice before I can say that drama is the penultimate thing you ever want at a workplace. Second only in my opinion to injury and or death.
You probably meant to use the word received and not reciprocated, says the guy who lauds his grasp of the English language.
You are guilty of Literary offense #13 as per Mark Twain id est:
Use the right word, not its second cousin.
If the guy didn't want drama he shouldn't be foisting his brand of crazy on everyone else in the room.
(25-11-2016 08:26 AM)Celestial_Wonder Wrote: That is why I believe a direct approach is the best approach to try at first. How to formulate the conversation though? I believe that politeness and sincerity would best win over forcefulness and contempt.
The boss has placed his subordinates in a position that they are damned if they do and damned if they don't. If the guy is callused enough to not be aware "how our actions might effect others" (as per your own words) then he has already shown his insensitivity. Based on his actions those around him have solid evidence that he doesn't give a rat's ass about them or how his actions affect them. It is appropriate for the underlings NOT to have faith that the boss will do what is proper and correct.
(Notice the use of the word faith in this sentence, it is used correctly within the context of the topic, firm belief in something for which there is no proof.)
(25-11-2016 08:26 AM)'Celestial_Wonder Wrote: I never said he was a coward, just that he lacked courage.
You really don't have a working grasp of the English language do you?
lack of bravery.
courageous behavior or character.
(25-11-2016 08:26 AM)'Celestial_Wonder Wrote: As the wisest man I've ever known once said. "Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyways."
Non sequitur with previous statement. Nice try though.
Hope I was able to help you learn something useful that you can apply to your future posts.
"I am quite sure now that often, very often, in matters concerning religion and politics a man's reasoning powers are not above the monkey's."~Mark Twain
"Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills."~ Ambrose Bierce
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