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hay baby girl
i hope your well. you looked so adorable today. i don't know what it is about rompers on you but u just look so cute its unreal.
we went for a walk to playgroup and had fun with your friends it was a good day and you were as good as gold.
your almost growing out of these boots they are only a size 4 and a half and your almost in a 5 now i remember when i wanted to get you some shoes and your feet were not big enough to get some proper ones yet
i love this mint coloured cardigan it looks hand made but its now it was a "handmedown" from jade and lucie the brand is next the clothing in that shop is SO nice for kids
aww look at your face running your way to playgroup you love it there you coat is next a lovely "handmedown" from great aunt Helen and your scarf you borrowed from mummy .... it looks better on you anyway hehe
i didn't get a good pic of you in the romper so here's one of it while its not on you i love how nice you look in this outfit its not often i put you in denim as i don't think its comfy but this does look comfy so its a one of denim outfit you get to wear over and over until it no longer fits you
see looks hand stitched and matches the cardigan
coat- next "handmedown"
boots - Clark's
romper and cardigan- next "handmedown"
scarf - peacocks
love you mini bear


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But if there's one thing PITB stands for, it's perspective (although the P still stands for "Pass"). Luongo and Schneider are good--the best net-minding tandem Vancouver's ever had. But there are many, many superior net-minding tandems. Let's take a look at some of them:
Tim Thomas & Tuukka RaskIt's hard to argue against the one-two punch of Thomas & Rask, who have both led the NHL in save percentage once over the past two seasons. In 2008, Thomas had a Vezina calibre season, and in 2009, Rask nearly won the Calder after winning the starting job away from him. This season, Thomas is back as the number one, and Boston again leads the league in goals allowed by a wide margin. Special third partner: Claude Julien's defensive system.
Mike Richter & John VanbiesbrouckThis list is not limited to the present. Some say there's never been a greater one-two punch than Mike Richter and John Vanbiesbrouck, the hall of fame tandem that tended goal for New York Rangers in the late eighties and early nineties. Special third partner: The bottomless purse of the New York Rangers, which allowed them to put a pretty decent team in front of their goalies.
Greg Goldberg & Julie GaffneyThis list is not limited to the real. The goaltending tandem of Greg Goldberg and Julie "The Cat Gaffney" minds the net in the fictional world of the D2: The Mighty Ducks, wherein the entire Mighty Ducks team is chosen to represent the United States at the Junior Goodwill Games. Although Gaffney is clearly a superior goalie, she is A) a girl and B) a new, crudely-sketched character (along with Luis "Speedy Gonzales on skates" Mendoza and the Dwayne "Two minutes for roping" Robertson), so she gets very little face time. This is until Iceland sends Gunner Stahl over the boards in a climactic shootout, and coach Gordon Bombay plays a hunch. Special third partner: Russ Tyler, who also briefly plays goal in the film, but only as part of a knucklepuck-based trick play.
The Goal Post & The Other Goal PostThis list is not limited to living organisms. In terms of consistency, the goal posts may be the finest netminding tandem of all time. Not only do they block a lot of shots, but they're as old as the game itself. Yes, since hockey was invented, the goal posts been there in some fashion, minding the very parameters of the net. These days, there is no more important tandem, for without goal posts, it's just a loose net laying on the ice, and in the fast-paced NHL, that could be very, very dangerous. Special third partner: the crossbar, which is not unlike a goal post, except for its perpendicularity.
Mikhail Prokhorov & Jay-ZThis list is not limited to hockey. If we're talking about alternative net-minding tandems, how about the tandem that minds the NBA's New Jersey Nets: Russian entrepreneur Mikhail Prokhorov and hip hop legend Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter. This Net-minding tandem, self-described as the blueprint for greatness, may not have landed Lebron, but they're slowly return the crappy Nets to respectability. Special third partner: Brett Ratner, the Nets' third owner, who is much less awe-inspiring than a mysterious Russian billionaire and Young Hov, especially since he made Rush Hour 3.
Net Nanny & McAfee Virus ScanThis list is not limited to sports. There are nets outside of athletic competitions, such as the Internet, and from my experience, no tandem protects the world wide web like the two-headed watchdog of Net Nanny and McAfee Virus Scan. As a child who grew up with a computer in my room, these complementary software programs guarded me from an onslaught of viruses and confusing sexual images. Special third partner: my parents, who installed both programs, and never knocked.
The Bush Administration & The Patriot ActAnd, as long as we're on this train, no tandem minded the Internet quite like the Bush Administration and the Patriot Act, which drastically violated your right to privacy by expanding the government's ability to monitor online communications, including full access to online networks without warrants, all in the name of national security. It's a Ted Saskin dream come true. Special third partner: Irrational fear of foreign invasion, often called Don Cherry syndrome.
The Apostle James & The Apostle JohnAnd finally, as long as we're expanding the list to consider other types of net, consider the fishing net, perhaps best used by Biblican fishermen John and James, sons of Zebedee. These guys were expert netminders, perhaps never better than when Jesus, the Claude Julien of the Bible, introduced a solid system that really inflated their numbers: let God tell you where to fish. Special third partner: The Apostle Peter, who also fished, but never seemed to stay in the boat.

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During our summer break, the Bible study group I'm a part of gets together every week or so to do something together with the kids. Two weeks ago, we were supposed to do this day trip, but no one was able to go for various reasons. My friend Kim asked if we'd like to try to do it later on when everyone was back in town and had semi-regular schedules again. I told her to definitely count us in. I knew this was something the boys would enjoy. So today, we caught the DART Rail at the head of the Garland line, rode in to Dallas, and toured part of the downtown area.
Five families went: Kim and her two boys; Stefanie and her 3 girls; Christy and her son; Jen and her two boys; and me, Caleb, and Jacob. We met at the Downtown Garland Station right around the same time, bought our tickets, and boarded the train. It was our first time to ride, but I think all the others had ridden before. After several stops, and a short jaunt through a tunnel, we arrived in downtown Dallas. We got off and started toward Thanksgiving Square, but realized we were headed the wrong direction. After turning around and getting our bearings, we found it. We passed a delicious-smelling Italian diner right next to the train station on our wrong way out and again as we were going the right way. I wanted to toss our lunch bag in the nearest garbage can and eat some pizza or pasta and garlic bread!
Our first stop in Thanksgiving Square was at a prayer chapel. It's a stark white spiraling building that looks like it belongs in Greece instead of downtown Dallas. We entered the dark coolness and were awed to see the ceiling spiraling upward in a rainbow of stained glass. After we had cooled down, we went back out to see the water gardens. The kids were excited to see two men in wading boots standing in the pool, vacuuming the bottom. The large fountain had been turned down, but the water was still spilling over the edge and running down a beautiful rocky slope. Across the center where several sidewalks came together, there was a beautiful waterfall spilling down a large rock backdrop. I took some really cute pictures of each of Stefanie's 3 daughters there. Along another sidewalk was a narrow stream of water running down a slope toward a small, deep triangular pool at one end. All the kids loved sticking their hands in the water and watching it flow to its various pools.
Oh! And guess what happened to me while we were there. Under some trees. With birds flying around directly overhead. I got pooped on again! This time was in my hair. Ugh! I felt something fall into my hair, and my first thought was a bug. I started to run my hand through it and stopped abruptly as another thought crossed my mind. I asked Stefanie, "Did a bird just poop in my hair?!" She laughed and said that one had. She cleaned up as much as she could with a baby wipe, then she commented on how good my hair smelled. I said, "Yeah, now that the poop's out!" I'm glad I can laugh about things like this! Otherwise it could have ruined my whole day.
We finally managed to get the kids away from the water and inside some walkways that run under the buildings. The kids lined up along one wall for their lunches and ate heartily. We were all starving! The boys and I ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Bugles, a banana, string cheese, and water. They also ate some Snoopy gummies, and I ate a delicious Nature Valley Almond Crunch bar. (It reminds me a lot of the Planters Peanut Bars I used to eat as a child...)
The resounding ring of a large bell met us as we walked back outside. It was noon and the bell in the square kept ringing. Caleb asked me how long they rang it, but I wasn't sure. When I checked my watch, it was 12:08 and still going strong. We watched it for a little while, then made our way back to the train station so we could continue on to Union Station. Caleb and Jacob were excited to get off the train there because they remembered we had picked Melissa up there a few months ago when she rode Amtrak in for a short visit.
We made our way down a set of stairs and into an underground walkway toward a hotel (Hyatt, maybe?) and Reunion Tower, the big ball-looking restaurant and tower that overlooks Dallas. I held Stefanie's 2-year-old daughter's hand while she helped Jen get her stroller and 2-year-old son down the stairs. Once inside, she wanted to keep holding my hand. As we walked down the hallway, we played a variation of peek-a-boo with the mirrors interspersed on the walls. She had the biggest grin on her face!
We paid our tower admission, then rode up the elevator to the top. The kids were thrilled when they realized one wall of the elevator was glass and they could see out over the city as we went up. They loved seeing different sights in Dallas from the top of the tower. Caleb was impressed that he could the site of the gas plant explosion from a few weeks ago (July 25). He also commented on how all the cars looked like Hot Wheels from that high up.
After we had been all around the outside, we rode the elevator back down and made our way back to the train station for our ride back to Garland. The kids were all getting tired and ready to go home, and all the grown-ups were talking about how nice it would be to take naps when we got back home. (I wonder if anyone actually did.) The ride back was pretty relaxing, but some of the kids started getting wound up. We made it back to the Downtown Garland Station shortly after 2:00 p.m. and walked out to the parking lot together, chatting up the last few minutes before heading home again. Stefanie hugged me good-bye and commented again on how good my hair smelled. "What do you use?" she asked. Jen piped in, "I think she said it's bird poop." :o)
The van was so hot when we climbed in. I offered to stop at Sonic and get us all cold drinks, but Caleb wanted to come straight home. I remembered that I had some lemonade concentrate in the freezer and offered that up as a compromise because Jacob wanted to stop for a drink. He was appeased by that, so we came straight home. After I made the lemonade, we all drank a few tall cold ones. I think I need another one right now.
Today was a really fun day! I hope we can all do it again soon. It's not something I'd want to do on my own. Friends make things so much more fun!


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By WW
April 14 2017
The Yorkshire Carnegie management has announced the team to play Ealing Trailfinders at HC tomorrow. There are 13 changes to the side that won at Bedford last weekend. Clearly we are keeping our powder dry going into the playoffs.
15. Stevie McColl
14. Max Wright
13. Andy Forsyth
12. Pete Lucock
11. Oli Goss
10. Warren Seals
9. Max Green
1. Matt Beesley
2. Mike Mayhew
3. James Thraves
4. Dean Schofield (c)
5. Dan Sanderson
6. Richard Beck
7. Andy Saull
8. Brandon Staples
16. Jordon Poole
17. Lewis Boyce
18. Mike Cusack
19. Jack Whetton
20. Mike Myerscough
21. Sam Allan
22. Tom Bullough
If Ealing send a strong side up the M1 we can expect a drubbing!
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Some of the young talent playing yesterday looked very good.
Biggest surprise of the day was Haxby visiting The Dark Side for the second half.


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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Merely sidestepped by a new Tumblr page.
But I still dig you, Blogspot. Here's kindling for the smoldering furnace.
[Ziggy, and an older character "Sara", ressurected.]
[See! Not EVERYTHING I draw is saucy anime girls. Ok, so there's the making of one there, but that doesn't count!]
[Various doodles, been forcing myself to fill a page instead of just drop something in the corner of a fax sheet.]
Gotta get back to AMAZING. Been too long since I even ***SAID*** that to myself.
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The Demon Mages made it to year ten today! They've come a long way, after thousands of sketches, pictures and designs, five major rewrites, dozens of short stories, even a few video game drafts. It's been nothing but fun the whole way, but from here on out, it gets serious. Good work, ladies. Let's keep it moving.
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This week on Excerpt Thursday, we're welcoming historical romance author and regular contributor, Lindsay Townsend, as she celebrates the release of her latest novel, TO TOUCH THE KNIGHT, from Kensington Zebra. Join us on Sunday, when Lindsay will be here to talk about the novel and give away a copy! Here's the blurb:
As a pestilence sweeps medieval England, a low-born woman has only the sharpness of her wits—and the courage of her heart…
Edith of Warren Hemlet plays a dangerous game. At the knights' tourneys across the land, among the lords and ladies, she is a strange foreign princess. But in the privacy of her tent with the other survivors of her village, she is but a smith's widow with a silver tongue. They are well-fed, but if discovered, the punishment is death. And one knight—fierce, arrogant, and perilously appealing—is becoming far too attentive…
Sir Ranulf of Fredenwyke cares little for tourneys: playing for ladies' favors, when his own lady is dead; feasting, while commoners starve; "friendly" combat, when he has seen real war. Still, one lady captivates him—mysterious in her veils and silks, intoxicating with her exotic scents and bold glances. Yet something in her eyes reminds him of home…and draws him irresistibly to learn her secrets…
***An Excerpt from To Touch the Knight***
In this excerpt, Edith the heroine and Ranulf the hero are intrigued by each other can cannot resist tormenting and 'testing' each other. The novel takes place just after the first outbreak of the Black Death, against the glittering backdrop of the world of the tournament.
The following day, the theme of the tournament had changed. Damsels were to wear white and the knights black. Sir Tancred had hurried to her tent before dawn, noisy as a blackbird with the news.
"It is to be a procession of Day and Night, the ladies the day..."
And one has his black armor already, for night.
"...We are to ride in company to the wayside spring of a saint, Saint Loye or Saint Frideswide, I forget which, and the damsels will dip their favors in the sacred waters."
Edith quelled a churning rush of panic: she could not ride, not as a lady would. "May I ride with you, Sir Tancred?"
"Princess! It will be an honor!" His face shone in anticipation. "It will be splendid!"
Edith smiled and agreed that it was indeed splendid, while she uttered her genuine thanks and wondered if they would pass any villages. If they did, would the people there be hale and fed? Her eyes strayed through the open tent flap to the present combat field and that host of tall grass and growing wheat. It was surely wrong to allow that to rot, when there were men enough to harvest, at least the hay. The wheat would not be ready yet.
Concern for the crops? But you have left that life behind.
"Peace, my brother," Edith thought in answer in her head, but the waste irked her.
"Do the damsels set tasks for the knights today?" she asked Sir Tancred. This had been a feature of Lady Blanche's tournament so far and she was eager to give Ranulf of Fredenwyke a very particular task, one he would no doubt refuse. She still ached to see his expression when she proposed it.
"That is for tomorrow, after a morning game of hoodman blind."
"I see." Edith itched to say that in her village, a game where one person's hood was turned so that the 'face' of the hood was to the back of the head and the person, blind-folded, was urged to give chase, was considered fit for children. She recalled that as a princess of Cathay she should not know it. "What is hoodman blind, Sir Tancred?"
Her thoughts drifted as her companion eagerly explained. She would not be taking part in hoodman blind: if caught she would be too easily recognized, or worse, unveiled.
I do not miss a child's game, she told herself, wondering even so how it would be to be caught by the black knight himself. He would be gentle, skimming his long fingers lightly across her shoulders, and then her face. When he knew her - as he must at once when he felt the veil - would he wind an arm about her bare middle and scoop her closer to him? Would he thrust her away? Or would he kiss her?
Edith felt her breath stop and her fingers tremble. Such thoughts were idle folly and she was startled by her own soft-heartedness. It must be lust. You have been too long without a mate. Consider your own pale costume: you must be the most splendid and shocking of the damsels.
Ranulf spurred his black palfrey to ride alongside Sir Tancred and his pillion, smirking as the princess unpinned yet another scrap from her costume to hand across to another ever-gracious knight.
"Well met, Sir Dew, Lady Jade," he said, noting the shield of the latest who had received the saucy wench's favor: this time a blue heron on a gold background. So far he had counted five favors granted and five warriors he would fight: he meant to best them all and take nothing from them but those irritating bits of silk. Then we shall see if men are quite so eager to ask for them, eh?
"We are night and day today." Sir Tancred shook his own black cloak and jutted his beard. "You will fight in your own armor?"
"I do. My squire and my page await me at the tourney ground, when we return from the sacred spring." Ranulf watched the small, pale figure riding behind Sir Tancred as he said "page," but the hardened princess did not flinch. "Lady Day." He stood on his stirrups and bowed, hearing the larks in the fields close by and the heady buzz of the damsels' chatter.
"Lord Night."
She stared off into the distance, so far as he could tell. He guided his palfrey closer still, catching a whiff of her perfume.
Her costume, the lack of it, was astonishing. Her head and hair were covered and veiled but as for the rest of her...
He whistled softly, turning the sound quickly into a tune so she would not realize he was disconcerted and yes, frankly impressed.
Truly she was as opulent, as translucent, as fragrant as a lily. Today he and others could see her long, shapely legs, glimpsed through a series of light-as-air skirts that seemed both white and colorless. He had been ready for her naked waist and belly but the tiny, tight-fitting sleeveless jerkin clung to her breasts like moon-light. He found himself imagining if her nipples were pink or dark and cursed himself for being so easily ensnared.
Her feet, brushing Sir Tancred's meaty calves, were narrow, high-arched, and bare.
He decided it was safe and indeed very pleasing to stare at her dainty little feet. "You do not feel the cold, Lady Day? I have heard the land of Cathay is far warmer than England; some would say as hot as hell."
Sir Tancred snorted and his horse danced beneath the pair as he must have tightened his grip on the bridle, but "Lady Day" sighed like a moth moving round a candle and finally fixed her bright eyes on him.
"I never feel the cold, Lord Night. What do you call those blue flowers in the road?"
"Speedwell, my lady," several young squires replied, all at once, but Ranulf smiled at her obvious ploy. He decided to test her some more.
"I was at a joust once where the ladies gave so much of their sleeves and veils, chemises and mantles, to their jousting knights that they were all but naked by the end of the tournament."
"Strange, Lord Night. I was told that such a fable was from the romance of Perceforest." She smiled, or at least above the white veil pinned across the lower half of her face her eyes crinkled.
"I have heard the romance, too, but this time I saw it," Ranulf went on, determined to have his point. "But you, I note, are already in that state. What will you do, if a knight at the lists asks you for a favor?"
"Are you asking me, Lord Night?"
He admired her courage in tilting straight at the heart of the matter. For that reason he chose not to shame her. "Indeed I am, my lady."
Her dark brows drew close in a frown: clearly she had not expected that answer.
"Nay, I see you puzzled, but do not trouble so, princess. I will find a way. I do not think you can lose any more cloth." He grinned and spurred on, cantering to greet Lady Blanche and Giles, who were already kneeling at the spring.
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Thursday, June 11, 2015
Book Review - Goosebumps Most Wanted Special Edition: Trick or Trap
About the Book
The infamous, Most Wanted Goosebumps characters are out on the loose and after you. Just in time for Halloween, a super special edition!
It's Halloween and that means time for trick-or-treating. And scary parties. But this year things are taking a turn for the terrifying. Scott and Amanda throw a bash at an old haunted house. There won't be any treats, only traps. Traps for a few bullies that are always bugging them at school. What could possibly go wrong? How about a haunted house with a mind of its own? A house that would rather play its own tricks and set its own traps...
My Take on the Book
Another spine-chilling tale for young adults to read and share with their friends. After reading this, you get to start looking at some of the big, spooky houses in your own town in a different way and wondering whether they too have secrets, and a mind of their own. This was a great book that will leave you on the edge of your seat and will keep you guessing throughout until the very end.
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I went to the window to investigate but couldn't see anything that would be making such an awful, shudder-inducing keen of death. I headed for the kitchen to check the coffee pot and then down to the basement to confirm that the dryer wasn't about to explode. Dodged that bullet. I swear our washer and dryer will be the death of me one day. But that's a story for another time.
(It's a fun one too and involves nearly flooding the basement the first week we moved in. Remind me to share with you sometime.)
But where was the "I want to rip my hair out" shrill noise coming from? I went to listen by the front door and that's when I zeroed in on it.
The cat. Yes, the cat was SNORING. And it is quite possibly the most high-pitched god-awful sound I've ever heard. Wonder if we should take him to the vet? Surely this isn't normal kitty behavior. Then again, Baxter isn't a normal kitty. Did I mention when I picked him up to cuddle this morning while drinking my coffee he managed to get kitty litter on my bare leg?!
Home boy is gross. And weird. But oddly enough, still cute.
|Huh? I was snoring? Nah, cats don't do that.
|Look at this handsome face. How could I ever do wrong?
|Now pet me.
|Wait. Might you have a treat with you?
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It's totally mad . Here we are almost nearing the end of October and it's still as mild as it was in August . In fact, the sky is clearer and much less gloomy and depressing than it was in August past. It's getting a little wilder though but the wind is still warm. I got that fence mended just in time . Mended? Well, it was more like a complete re-fit. I suppose I can't complain.These things do not last forever and how can you legislate against storms.? I think I did well getting thirty years out of it.
Anyway , hopefully this new fence will do the remainder of my lifetime. My father was into his nineties when he died , so it's a genetic possibility, at least that I could get another thirty years out of this deal. The honeybees continue to fly and are finding pollen somewhere. What is still flowering in that kind of quantity? The passionflower is still producing flowers so maybe there are luxuriant hedges blooming somewhere within a three or four mile radius of here..They say that the ivy blooms late into the autumn but I've mixed feelings about keeping it growing around the garden .It is a seriously destructive plant and some vines as thick as my wrist had bullied themselves between the boards of my old fence and were gradually tearing it asunder.. Will this all end in a few days when the clocks are pushed back and we all time -travel into Wintertime. It's this weekend , isn't it? The start of winter.Suddenly it'll be dark earlier in the evenings.Dinner in darkness. There's a part of me that hates that closing down;that death of summertime, but then it makes Spring something to look forward to..The bees will continue to fly as long as there is a little sunshine and some heat ,though.
Hah! I spoke too soon.I left off writing this to collect my thoughts with a bit of tidying up around the garden.I was about an hour into the project , paintbrush in one hand, fence- stain in the other , when the lairy tendrils of the tail-end of Hurricane Gonzalo howled in , spoiling for a fight and is currently hunting around the fence for any weaknesses I may have neglected to fix. I fled to the shed to avoid the rain stinging down but a vagabond gust ripped the door right out of my hands .Thirty minutes ago , suited-up protectively after the last honeybee debacle, I cut the grass down around the hives . They were quiet at first but the roar of the mower had them bearding the front of the hives in quickening anger and siege- alert. It was a quick short -back- and -sides for the lawn after that.Well- outnumbered , I stepped back out of their business.I'll tidy up around them when they are winter-passive. I'll chop back that depleted golden-rod and which has finished flowering and hack back the bramble which has insinuated behind two of the hives. You'd almost think it was aware of the best place to grow and protect its blackberries with such a fearsome team guarding it from intrusion.The bees will never know a thing.
I was talking to a fellow at a fete in Liverpool's Sefton Park a few weeks back and he was telling me he had about fifty beehives scattered throughout the city.He was selling some of his honey at a small table and was asking passers- by to sample his wares.As a fellow beekeeper, I was soon engaged in conversation.His operation was on a different scale .He had beehives everywhere he could secrete them from vandalism; everywhere from handy rooftops to corners of cemeteries. Each area was producing dozens of different flavoured jars of honey.He could tell from the taste what flower each hive had been working. Bees are funny like that with flowers . They tend not to be promiscuous when foraging blooms . On a three mile journey from the hive, they don't seem to mix their drinks of nectar.They'll tell the rest of the hive where to go too, so that there'll be no mixing things up. No getting drunk on fuchsia when you should be lapping up ivy nectar there, girls!
Of course, when I steal a little honey, I'd probably mix a few weeks beeswork up and possibly a few frames from several different hives, so unless they're all feeding from the same trough, so to speak, the honey will be something of a cocktail.It's still an impressive taste compared to the stuff on sale in the supermarket. This fellow told me he's changed from the traditional wooden hive boxes to new "poly" plastic boxes.They're a bit cheaper and simply slot together. Apparently they keep the bees warmer by retaining more heat .That in turn saves them energy so they'll not have to waste as much of their valuable honey . I suppose with fifty hives to manage that would take a lot of expensive boxes and some input of time ,making them with wood and nails.When you get into those kinds of numbers that is a big investment.A honeybee hive is no inexpensive commodity .There are even plastic frames for inside now which apparently have greater longevity . I'll have to try some of these new ideas next year, myself, methinks.
Anyway back at base , the tail-end of that storm has brought rain and gloom back. The air has suddenly become much cooler and is now hanging with rain.It's a "soft" day, as they say. The change came within an afternoon.We'll all be spending a bit more time indoors for a while, but in the meantime I'll get out into it for a walk and let that breeze blow through what's left of my hair….


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MANATEE — A gunman early Sunday robbed a 24-year-old woman out for a walk, according to the Manatee County Sheriff's Office.
About 2 a.m., the woman, who lives in the 2900 block of 50th Avenue West, went for a walk. As she neared the 4700 block of 30th Street West, a silver four-door car pulled up next to her and a male reportedly got out holding a handgun, according to a news release.
The suspect punched the woman in the face and took her purse, jumped back in the car and drove north on 30th Street West. The area was searched, but the suspects were not located, according to the report.
Anyone with information about what happened can call Crime Stoppers at 866-634-8477.


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Today I'm sharing 5 things that are great.
1. Next week is the last week of classes! The first week in May is Study Week, and the one after that is Finals Week! I can't even describe to you how great I think this is.
2. My birthday is in 20 days! I'll be 22, it's the day of my last final, and I get to go home and be with my family for it! Well sort of..I'll get to be there with them for the very end of the day, but at least I'll be home.
3. The weather here in Vegas is seriously amazing. I have been so happy with how nice it is. I am so in love with spring it isn't even funny...
4. I'm approaching the day where I quit one of my jobs. I'm not like super duper jumping up and down about this one becuase...well money. But it will take a lot of work off my plate and it will feel so good to have a weekend free!
5. I'm finally at this point where I don't feel overwhelmed! I have gotten so much work down and I just just...relax a litlte bit. I think I'm going to play a little vacation. It would be the first one I've been on since...Wait...I don't remember the last vacation I went on.


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Extensive dance sequences, vibrant colours and explicit action sequences. To all those who are well acquainted with South Indian cinema, these traits would seem unanimous with this unique and underrated industry. It's an industry where many of the reigning stars and acclaimed talents of Hindi cinema hail from. Be it the comic king Priyadarshan, the dance guru Prabhu Deva, the music maestro A R Rahman or the ultimate diva Sridevi, over the years South cinema has given Indian cinema some of its biggest legends. However, despite a large portion of Hindi cinema's talent hailing from down South, the audience at large is still awaiting to be officially introduced to this cinema of never-ending talent and potential. BollySpice now brings you an introductory course in South Indian cinema. The top stars, must see releases and specialties of this unique world of cinema will be gradually unveiled to you over the next few weeks. This week we begin with a basic introduction about what is so special to this industry that you will not find anywhere else!
Elaborate dance sequences
If you thought "Hai Ke Sara Sara" was amazing, then you will love a cinema in which each song is as, if not more, impressive. Prabhu Deva is given the title of the dancing God or guru in Indian cinema, but wait till you come into a world of cinema where there resides several choreographers with an equally impressive and unique style of choreography.
Ask any actress or actor, who has taken a detour to South cinema, and they will without a doubt have a comment to make on the dance talent required of them during the making of particular film in comparison to Hindi cinema. In addition, if you are forever awestruck by the talents of Hrithik Roshan and Shahid Kapoor in their respective dance sequences, then wait till you arrive in the South scene where each actor has the talents of a Hrithik or a Shahid. Regardless of age (years and in terms of movies), each actor is demanded to have a very high caliber of dancing talent. Hindi cinema has only started placing an increased emphasis on male leads dancing extensively since the beginning of this millennium. However, to South cinema this was something that comes quite naturally and almost seems to be a part of the culture that is embedded in their cinema.
In addition art directors, costume designers and set designers accompany these elaborate sequences with elaborate sets and costumes. From colour coordination of sets to costumes, everything seems to be out of a Broadway show most of the time. Outdoor locations are still in use with the typical around-the-tree locations. However, an extensive use is made of closed sets, which are ornately designed and coordinated in some of the most exquisite styles possible.
Item numbers remain in demand down South as they do in Hindi cinema with stars like Maumith Khan and Malaika Arora making their presence felt in some of the biggest releases of recent times. However, male leads are quite actively utilized in these very item numbers, which is something we don't see often of in Hindi cinema.
Musical Talents
South cinema is home to some of the biggest musical talents of the nation. With composers who are never afraid to try something new, it almost seems that this is an industry full of A R Rahmans. Of course, his brilliance is incomparable. However, let's just say that down South A R Rahman has much more competition than he may seem to have up North. Harris Jayraj, Illaraya, Mani Sharma, Devi Sri Prasad and M M Keeravani are some of the top composers and are constantly seen to be trying something new, music being quite an integral part of its culture just as dance sequences are.
Even the best of our playback singers are constantly taking trips down South to deliver some chartbusters there as well. Shaan, Kay Kay, Sunidhi Chauhan, Shreya Ghosal and Kunal Ganjawala, who are the popular names in the Hindi music industry today, all have extensively sung down south with Shankar Mahadevan making his presence felt more than other! In addition, Vishal and Shekhar are heard to be making a debut down South soon as are Shankar, Ehsaan and Loy.
Action Sequences
When it comes to action one may say that South cinema may be still frozen in the 90s in comparison to Indian cinema where action sequences were quite extensive in length and somewhat explicit as well. Elaborate action sequences are as imperative to South cinema as its elaborate dance sequences are. With more and more releases modernizing their action sequences, there still remains an extra emphasis placed on the use of props in chase sequences and lengthy action scenes. Story lines are still very much based on themes such as revenge, local mafias and a rising hero amongst all this.
Whilst Hindi cinema snapped out of this phase much earlier on with more releases being penned as romantic comedies, South cinema audiences are still enthusiastic action film goers, and some of the biggest releases in the past few years have been quite action packed with only a few rare non-action movies still making the mark, such as Bommarillu (starring Genelia D Souza and Siddharth).
Popular Genres
Speaking about emphasis on action sequences down South, one is reminded of the difference in popular genres between the two industry.
Hindi cinema is quite favourable to romantic comedies and mass family entertainers that provide a way of escape at most times. South cinema, on the other hand, fancies up some of these issues much less. The stories that seem too popular are less sugar-coated than those of Indian cinema but not in a crude manner. Of course, even this trend is changing in Indian cinema now where there is more of a demand for realistic entertainers.
Romantic Angle
Despite these differences, the one thing that remains common to both movements of cinema is its love for a typical romantic angle. Like Hindi movies, South Indian movies seem to always find a place for a romantic angle regardless of the main direction of the script. The "hero" and "heroine" tags still stick strong and firm. Unfortunately, this at times proves to be a disadvantage for female leads that are simply roped in for this angle in a film and aren't given anything else of substance. However, with times slowly changing and scene-stealers like Genelia D'Souza, Shriya Saran and Trisha Krishnan emerging, this trend will surely head for a reform in no time!
Star Titles
This is perhaps a trait relevant to Telugu cinema only where it's a sign of affection and appreciation to be crowned with a title upon making a mark in the industry. These titles are as important as names and even appear in the opening credit of the actors respective releases. They're somewhat similar to tags like King Khan, Big B however a lot more official.
Allu Arjun started the trend of style and youthfulness in Telugu cinema and even adorned a somewhat John Abraham look for Puri Jaganath's Desamuduru and because of these very traits he's commonly referred to as Stylish Star Allu Arjun. Then there is the current reigning star of Telugu cinema, Mahesh Babu, who is the son of the legendary star Krishna. He was given the title of Prince Mahesh upon his debut since his father was very much considered to be the king and commonly was referred to as Superstar Krishna. And so the trend of title giving continues with Young Rebel Prabhas, Victory Venkatash, Yuva Samrath Nagarjuna and Power Star Pawan Kalyan. To someone who's new to the South scene, this trend may seem a bit odd, but in the industry it's considered as a sign of stardom and a measurement of star power.
Fan Orientated
This is perhaps a trait of South cinema that fans of Hindi cinema would really appreciate being reflected in Bollywood. That is that South Indian actors all give an extra importance to fans than Hindi film stars do. They understand that these people on the streets who stand hours to simply get a glimpse of them are the very reasons they reside on the thrown that they do. So it's quite common to read an interview of megastar down South where he or she states that they'll do movies that please their fans or will remain loyal to their fans no matter what happens. And don't think that this may be something only found in the rising stars or the newcomers of the industry, but in fact it's present in all stars despite their status. Superstar Krishna, who is considered one of the biggest legends of Telugu cinema, celebrated his birthday earlier this year at a public event predominantly attended by fans. This may seem quite uncommon for Hindi film fans but it's something that happens quite frequently for the satisfaction and enjoyment of fans. At the end of the day, this trait ensures humbleness and most of all appreciation of their status in the industry. It's very common and often that stars forget that fans are the people who make them what they are today. So if correctly analyzed, it is with them that an actors priorities must lie first and foremost.
Well that was just an introduction to South cinema and some very unique traits of this amazing world of cinema. Over the next few weeks BollySpice will continue to take you deeper into out journey down South so stay tuned and keep visiting!


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Today I realized that DH had put away the dishes last night and he put the odd fancy spoon that I picked up at a thrift store and that doesn't match our silverware which is my coffee spoon into the painted ceramic frog that I keep The Coffee Spoon" in (not unlike Monica's "Phone Pen"). He finally realized there is such a thing as The Coffee Spoon and I didn't even have to tell him. He just noticed and put them together on the counter by my coffeemaker. Now, THAT is what I expect after seven years of marriage. Put the freaking coffee spoon where it goes. Thank you, Honey-Bear. I will keep you for at least seven more years. <very big grin>
Okay, it's time I introduce you to a quintessential part of me that my partner and I lovingly refer to as my "robot brain". It is the analytical, hypercritical, always trying to find fault in everything part of my brain that most likely evolved quickly and more completely than most during my shall we say troubled and brief childhood.
My robot brain is the alarm that goes off in the event of any discrepancies in anything I do, eat, feel, say, think or write. It alerts me to things I have forgotten every.single.time. I leave the house. It tells me when I have forgotten toiletries that I rarely even use when we are in the next state on a roadtrip (see, it doesn't know what is important and what's not- it's up to the big me to act as a filter for the information). "Too late to turn back now!" my partner has told it ad nauseum. Sometimes I try not to let my robot brain alerts slip past my lips. I know that I don't need my Lansinoh or Smooshie's teething tablets or whatever and that anyway, they can be purchased at Walgreen's since they are now pretty much on every fucking corner in the US. But my robot brain doesn't care. It will cause me to blurt out "sippy cups" in the middle of an otherwise stimulating roadtrip conversation. This usually has the disastrous effect of giving the person I am talking with the impression that rather than listening to them I was thinking about sippy cups or teething tablets- which is rarely the case. My robot brain is like a computer spyware program that is always running in the background. It monitors everything and is always ticking its way through various lists of things to do, things to remember, things to say, things not to say…or rehashing conversations I had years ago and papers I wrote in college. I am totally serious!
Some people get on mind-altering medication for less (and I have in the past myself, in an attempt to quiet my robot brain and a cast of other characters mostly including my family members), but I have since accepted it as a part of Me. Luckily, so has my partner.
So my robot brain pointed out (when I was trying to sleep) that the title of my blog would be so much more perfect (perfection, that's always the goal isn't it?!) if I replaced the word tits with nips.
"But it won't have that feminazi, glossy magazine, gutsy feel I was aiming for!" I cried.
"Change tits to nips, " droned my robot brain.
"But it wasn't what I came up with on my own!" I lamented.
"Change tits to nips."
"But I didn't ask you to proofread my fucking title!" I yelled out.
"Change tits to nips."
Alas, while I hate to cow-tow* to the robot brain, it most likely will not rest until I make this change. The manifesto that I issued the other day (din't know I issued a manifesto, didja? See "Why the Provocative Title?") still stands, as does the spirit of my blog. *I know, it's kowtow- it was a jokey milk reference that perhaps only Hathor would get (www.hathorthecowgoddess.com)
And I had typed a bunch of other witty stuff that somehow didn't make it (I think I accidentally clicked on Path at some point? Is it out there somewhere on a different path? That would be cool!) so this is it for today folks. Cailou or however the hell you spell it is over and it is time for what we like to call "homepreschool". It is unschooling at its best, and structured playtime at its worst. We make a craft, color or paint, listen to music, roll around on the exercise balls, put together puzzles, play trains, read, put on plays, pretend grocery store and kitchen, ands sometimes draw on the fireplace with chalk.
"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain one once he grows up." -Pablo Picasso


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I visited the exhibit on opening day, of course, and was thoroughly impressed with the selection of materials and narrative of the show, curated by Dorothy Moss of the NPG and guest co-curated by Karen V. Kukil of Smith College.
From the website:
"One Life: Sylvia Plath" is the first exploration of the poet and writer's life in an art and history museum. The exhibition reveals how Plath shaped her identity visually as she came of age as a writer in the 1950s. Visitors will get a look into Plath's personal life and her dualistic nature she explained as her "brown-haired" and "platinum" personalities. Through personal letters, her own artwork, family photographs and relevant objects, this exhibition highlights Plath's struggle to understand her own self and to navigate the societal pressures placed on young women during her time. Her Smith College thesis, "The Magic Mirror: A Study of the Double in Two of Dostoevsky's Novels," suggests that she took an academic approach to studying her own dualities.I highly recommend anyone interested in Sylvia Plath, poetry, archives, and museums to visit the National Portrait Gallery for their One Life: Sylvia Plath exhibit in the next eleven months. There are brochures (to take!) available in English and Spanish, and a guide to the collections is also available, not to take, in English, Spanish, and Braille!
The exhibition features a carefully selected array of images and objects from the Plath archives at Smith College and Indiana University's Lilly Library, two collections that have never been brought together before in a museum exhibition. Dorothy Moss, curator of painting and sculpture at the Portrait Gallery, is curator of this show, joined by guest co-curator Karen Kukil, associate curator of rare books and manuscripts at Smith College.
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It looks easy, doesn't it! When I saw this video for the first time, I thought there might be a catch, may be a profesional did this, or they somehow made it look easier than it actually would be, but when I tried this automatic curling iron by Conair infinit pro myself, I was proved wrong again!! It was as easy it it looks in the video! I may not have the gorgeous face and hair of the curl secret model, but the process of curling my hair using curl secret was similar to hers! Here is my own video detailing the process and results! Also a quick and easy side bun tutorial for upcoming Holiday parties!!
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I feel as though I've been blindly gripping the ear of an elephant in the room. Muttering softly to it and myself stories of moments passed and fading memories.
All the while gazing into your eyes...Your sweet, loving eyes.
Wait, I see my reflection there... and... it frightens me!...
Who have I become in your eyes?
So, do I
Change who I see reflected?
Change my Perspective?
Change is inevitable. All things change! Even the elephant. Some days he hears me, some he just listens.
Why resist what we cannot prevent, delay, or ignore? Why, even the butterfly surely must think she's dying before her great transformation.
I look again. I am both persons. The reflection and the witness.
I see again. I love and accept myself exactly as I am right now.


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PARLOR GAMES Tales of Perdition 4
By Bonnie Edwards
Welcome to Perdition House: a house of sin, secrets and seduction.
Matt Crewe has only one desire when he arrives at Perdition House: to sell himself in a sexy bachelor auction for charity. Matt needs to get the truth behind the web of lies that surround the mysterious mansion.
Carrie MacLean needs a career-making break and buying the services of a bachelor for so-called charity will give her all she needs to move into hard hitting journalism.
What neither of them knows is that Perdition House is a haunted bordello and they are already mesmerized by the spirits of the women who once lived and worked there.
They each need to expose the mansion's secrets but once they make a connection, nothing, not even their own secrets can come between them.
Both Matt and Carrie are cool and competent professionals, intent on getting what they came for…
In a last ditch effort to save their sanity, their lives and their hearts, the truth is revealed and they accept that love found in Perdition is eternal…
"Matt Crewe," he said, "very pleased to meet you."
"Carrie MacLean," she said with a nod and smile. "Sorry about the talent comment, it was rude. I'm not sure what came over me, but as soon as I walked through the gates. . . ." She looked back at them, but the entrance to the driveway was obscured by pine boughs.
"Cold?" he asked.
She released her arms. She unzipped her fleece to mid-chest, then loosened her collar the way he had. "No, I was freezing a moment ago, but now I'm hot as can be."
"You can say that again," he muttered as he bent to pick up her overnight bag. "I'll carry this for you," he offered.
The cabs spread ahead and behind them as people arrived at an orderly pace. She watched every car that went past with interest. "Do you see the optical illusion?"
"You mean the boughs swaying away from the noses of the cars?"
"Yes. It's odd. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."
He shrugged. "Like you said, it's just an illusion." But his sexual arousal was real as real could get.
She glanced up at him, her eyes catching reflected light as it bounced off the tree limbs. "Yes, an illusion. Have you been here before Matt?"
"No, this is my first time."
"Me, too."
"Virgins, then."
She chuckled. "In a manner of speaking." There was just enough room at the side of the driveway for them to walk side by side. They took it.
He wanted to understand the colors at play in her hair, see the smoothness of her cheeks, how straight her teeth were, the level of intelligence in her gaze, but the on-again, off-again lighting only allowed for glimpses.
No matter, he'd see her soon enough. See her and know her in ways he could barely fathom. He wasn't prone to fanciful thoughts, but he did know gut reaction and his gut screamed for full speed ahead with her.
Lights from the house appeared between the trees ahead and they rounded one more bend. The driveway curved directly in front of a three-story Victorian mansion aglow with welcome. She caught her breath at the sight, and he wondered what she'd sound like in the throes of passion. He was determined to find out.
"Perdition House," she said. "A weekend of rest and relaxation awaits us both."
"You could call it that." He called it a sex club, pure and simple. But if she wanted to keep to her own illusions she was welcome to them. "This is where we part company Carrie MacLean. The hired help is expected to enter through a side entrance."
"See you later?"
"Yes, you will."
She put her hand on his sleeve and looked up at him. He felt a punch of desire to his gut he fully accepted. "I'm already looking forward to it," she said. She licked her lips, and the power of the simple gesture undid him.
He headed across the drive before he dragged her into the well-tended rose bushes.
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Theology is not beyond anyone. An example, General Motors used to run an intstitute, which would train people to become automotive engineers. People could receive, bachelor's master's and doctorate degrees. They produce well trained people for the automotive industry. However, one does not need to attend GM institute to learn to drive a car, or even become a mechanic. One can learn these things, and learn these things well without attending a prestigous school. If you can attend such a school, great, but do not attend the school thinking that is the only way you can learn to drive and work on cars. It is every believer's birthright to study theology. You are required to pay attention when studying theology as your eternal destiny depends on your theology. The more you study theology, the easier it becomes and the more interesting it becomes. One cannot simply escape studying theology. Anyone who studies the Bible and formulates an opinion, whether objective or biased, will ultimately be grounded in some sort of theology. There are many christians that say "Let's not worry about words, let's just love Jesus." Every church has a tendency to focus on small matters and forget about the larger matters. This idea that we should not worry about words dismisses the Bible, and what Christ taught. All we are left with, is our own idea of what it means to love Jesus. We should love the Christ of the Bible, not the Christ of our own imaginations. Theology is not irrelevant even though people may dismiss it as such and any opinion if it has a theological basis.
The study of how we can know. Our system of thought must answer that question. There are two related questions that must be answered: How can we know, and the second, what is the basis for moral behavior? Presently, the public school system is expected to teach values rather than provide an education. There are many problems with expecting this from a school system. But we must ask, if they are going to teach values, what values are they going to teach? What values are essential? Many people will say that tolerance is one value that must be taught as it is the greatest virtue. But it is not the greatest virtue. G.K. Chesterton once said "tolerance is a virtue of a man without convictions." Tolerance of evil is not a virtue at all. Only when men are intolerant of evil, can we put evil behind us. So tolerance cannot be the ultimate virtue. Tolerance of good, is simply pointless. Nobody is going to go out of their way to declare that they are tolerant of universally good things. The only things we can be tolerant about morally neutral things like cultural differences, customs, languages etc. This brings us to another related question: How can we know what moral neutrality looks like if we are going to be tolerant of it? Christians can know what this may look like because we have the written word and the Spirit of God dwelling in us to guide us, but how can non-christians know what is morally neutral?
There are some systems of thought that non-christians hold to that we will look at. The first one is called Naturalism, or Materialism. This system says that matter is the ultimate reality, that all things are produced from some pre-existing material. According to this thought, matter can be predetermined by mathematics and science. It is also known as Ontological Reductionism, the idea that everything is predetermined by mathematics. However, the phenomona of information is an unpredictable factor that Materialism cannot account for and thus, the whole philosophy goes down the drain.
Barna research did a poll among Christian churches to see the varying differences groups of Christians have on a biblical world view. A biblical world view is defined as absolute truth existing and the standard of such truth is determined by the Bible, and a firm belief in six specific views.
They are: 1. Jesus lived a sinless life
2.God is the all-knowing, all-powerful creator of the universe and still rules it today.
3.Salvation is a gift from God and cannot be earned
4.Satan is real
5.A christian has a responsibility to share their faith in Christ with other people
6. The Bible is accurate in all its teachings.
Southern Baptists, the largest evangelical denomination, only 29 percent of the pastors hold to a biblical world view. 51 percent of independent bible church pastors hold to a biblical world view. 13 percent of the average nondenominational church members hold to a biblical world view and 9 percent of born again believers hold to these teachings. Professing christians do not hold to sound views mainly because christians do not know how they can know the truth, due to a lack of proper understanding of scripture.
The first source of knowledge is observation. The second source of knowledge is instruction. The third source of knowledge is reason. However, each of these sources of knowledge is faulty. We can think we know something and be terribly wrong. Someone can be wrong in their instruction as well. Even reasoning is faulty; we think we have figured out the laws of physics, math, and chemistry, and we are still wrong more often than we are right. This becomes a huge problem in the area of religion. And so, if God exists, then He must give us a fourth source of knowledge. The fourth source is revelation, through the Bible. The first three sources are considered general revelation that all men have, and the fourth source is called special revealtion. General revelation is not sufficient to show the way of salvation- only special revelation through God's word can suffice that role. While general revelation is not as strong as special revelation, scripture itself points to proofs that general revelation is in itself, enough to believe in God. Consider Romans 1:18-20: "For the wrath of God is revealed from Heaven against all unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness, because the thing which may be known of God is clearly revealed unto them, for God revealed it to them. For the unseen things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being realized by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, for them to be without excuse." Let us look at one of the arguments for the existence of God based on general revelation.
The Cosmological Argument
The argument stated with motion as a variation: "It is certain . . . that . . . some things are in motion. Now whatever is moved is moved by another, for nothing can be moved except it is in potentiality to that towards which it is moved. . . . If that by which it is moved be itself moved, then this also must needs be moved by another, and that by another again. But this cannot go on to infinity, because then there would be no first mover. . . . Therefore it is necessary to arrive at a first mover, moved by no other; and this everyone understands to be God." - Thomas Aquinas
Two of the criticisms skeptics take to this line of argument is why there cannot be an infinite series of motion, and why must it stop with God? There are two possible types of series of motion one could be talking about. Aquinas himself would admit that an infinite series of motions would in theory, be possible. One person came from another person, and that person came from another person ad infinitum. This is considered a horizontal series of motion, and could theoretically go on forever. But there is a vertical series of motion that does not go on forever. Once a person is an adult and independent of their parents, they continue to be dependent on things that are essential to life such as water, air and other things. My existence is dependent on water for example. I can get water from my kitchen faucet and where did that water come from? A river, perhaps, or a resovoir. Where did it come from before there? The sky? And from there? Ultimately, it came from God, the creator.
Now, I said earlier that it would be theoretically possible for a horizontal series of motion to be infinite, but even in this scenario, it is not. An infinite series of numbers exists in the mind, but with humans and life in general, there had to be a first couple from which all other humans descended. Not only that, but atheists and skeptics make the error of assuming that all things must be created, which is not true. The Cosmological argument does not say that all things must have a designer behind it, but all created things must by necessity have a creator. The God of the Bible is not only the creator of all things, but is by definition, uncreated and self-existing.
1. The Christian Faith by Dallas Roark. (Broadman Press Edition, 1967)


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Tuesday the 26th up at 8. Did not sleep well. Rained toward morning. Covered stool with old upholstery goods off Lizzie's "Smitty" chair. Made, or finished A. A's hat, quite a job, looks lots better. Made over black sateen slip. Strung amethyst beads that Marse sent for Xmas and that were broken coming. Nice day. Win said Fred lots worse. Suffers so much pain. He does too much hard work. Split and carried in big chunks of wood Sunday, too much.
Wednesday rained hard about 7. Showery. I began Anna G's dress. Went to Manda Oswalt's after supper she has a nice apartment with nice renters. A.A. did not like it that I did not get home till 8:35, too bad!
Thursday, April 28 up late. Uptown to make out tax list and to get trimming for Anna G's brown satin dress. Met Esther, who went with me around town. Ede here when I came back at 11:30. She stayed until 2. Worked on Anna's dress. To Jesses after supper but she was away. Dorvan – electric man here.
Friday, up late. Made rheubarb [sic] pie. Paraffined [sic] paper flowers. Uptown after dinner to pay $54 for electric at Pavonia. At Jesses on way home, for an hour. Worked at Anna's dress, and the day was gone. Rained all forenoon.
Saturday the 30th fine day. Blue ribbon children's parade at two o'clock. Dorothy came about 11:30 for haircut, but gave it after Win's dinner. Dorothy, A.A. and I up to see parade at 2:30. A.A.'s niece here in a.m. Came from Findlay for parade. Husband Dr. Meister in health work. Lizzie left butter at Win's office, so we went after it. Mabel Ward called on me. Both at A.A. this a.m.


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Assisting in the running and marketing of an online business specialising in art prints, gifts and homeware. Role includes: -Creating written content for all product copy through website and printed promotional material. -Sourcing new illustrators and artists to collaborate with, generating ideas with them and supervising the development of designs. -Creative direction for photoshoots and new product ideas. -Writing copy for PR, marketing and social media to a set time plan. -Managing e-commerce activity, through website orders and Not On The High Street account. -Dealing with general customer service, including queries, returns and exchanges. -Assisting with trade and wholesale activity, from sourcing new stockists to invoicing clients. -Preparing orders for shipment, whilst overseeing smooth running of account activity with couriers and postal service. -Print studio management, including maintaining stock levels and task delegation.
Creating written content for online design website and printed magazine. Role included: -Sourcing creative talent to feature, through interviews and written articles -Visiting relevant arts events to cover -Publishing online articles through Wordpress. -Writing copy for printed magazine 'Print Isn't Dead'
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At this point, motivation isn't an issue. In fact, most of this week is about reining in the excitement that threatens to get out of control and wear me out. I have to convince myself to get plenty of rest and trust that I'm ready for Sunday.
I started writing this blog in June. Originally, I just wanted a journal of my training and something I could look back on years from now to remember the entire experience leading up to the New York Marathon.
I also wanted some solid evidence that I have put in the work necessary to reach my goal. With past marathons, I've struggled with doubt and waning confidence during the final weeks of training. The last few Long Runs of a training schedule can be pretty demoralizing. Of course, it didn't help that I've also struggled with consistency late in my training for other marathons. Now I can look back at the 120+ posts in this blog and feel confident that I was more consistent... I was more dedicated... I put in the time and did the work.
Ironically, I don't feel the need to go back over my training to feel confident this time. The past two weeks have been reassuring enough to give me faith in my training. I've never trained this hard and had this much success in training. I'm running faster and stronger than I ever have. Last week's training was perfect. There's still a lot that could go wrong between now and when I cross the finish line (I've learned that lesson the hard way) but I've never felt this good about my preparation and fitness.
At first, I was hesitant to share this blog with anyone outside of my wife and a select few people that I thought would be interested in my training. Eventually, I was encouraged to share it with more people and I was surprised by how many people took interest. I'm glad I had them along for the ride and I'm grateful for the extra support and motivation they've provided.
One more week.
Goal For The Day: Rest.
Distance: 0.00 Miles.
Notes: A long day of work and the first Halloween in a long time that I didn't get to hand out candy with Liz. It's easier to swallow with the exciting week ahead though.
Daily Miles: 0.00 Miles.
Blog Totals:
Run - 540.50 Miles.
Bike - 144.45 Miles.
Swim - 13,450+ meters.


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If you need any last minute card design inspirations for the year look no further than this sketch from Sketch-N-Scrap.
My interpretation for this card, I guess I'm still wishing it was fall? I had these beautiful papers out from We R Memory Keepers and wanted to play with them more. They worked beautifully for this card.