text:
Then we went to Kohls and I found a cute ornament...which reminds me I can't remember where I put it..hmmmm. Went to Michaels. Then back to the dr I go for a recheck on my sinus and ear infections. They were running late....and it turns out the Zpac I took must not of liked the strain of infection I had and the infections got seriously worse. BOTH ears this time and the sinus infection is worse. SOOOOOO I get one of those lovely antibiotic shots in the tush, which I might add hurts like a bugger, and sent home with 10 more days of antibiotics and congestion meds. I missed picking up Shawn...luckily Kayla got him...and I met Angie at the daycare where she gave me a gift that came to work this morning. My sister sent me a bouquet of fresh fruit. It is simply amazing. Take a peak at this.... I mean gosh there is chocolate covered bananas in there and strawberries and those flowers are pineapples and mellons. This is just the coolest thing and you bet I will eat the WHOLE thing! and it's good for you to boot...well minus the chocolate. Once I finally got home my daughter, who could not WAIT until tomorrow, gave me my birthday gift from her.... it is wonderful. The mushroom and flowers are raised and stick out 3-Dish from the cup. She did an outstanding job on this for her first time in pottery. She has a talent that is for sure. She gave me 3 more pots, 2 pinch pots and one coil pot. They are great.
So here I am now...home finally....got a few layouts done and some cards. Did some genealogy...and now I feel like poop. I do believe it is the shot kicking in and I don't like it but anything to make this splitting headache go away.
And Robin...you will be proud because I am about to announce...TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY! There I said it...lol. Doesn't seem like anyone is going to let me not celebrate it so might as well jump on the band wagon huh...lol. Hey...it shouldn't depress me to much cause geezz I still have 3 more years until it turns to the 4-0! might as well celebrate the 30's while I have them right! and by the way....to all you guys/ladies...making tomorrow so special for me...it truly is appreciated from the bottom of my heart and I love you bunches! Smooches


text:
Conatus Pharmaceuticals (NASDAQ:CNAT) has been a lousy pick. Since I last wrote on the company, the shares have dropped more than 40% as investors have fled higher-risk biotech stories. That fellow liver disease specialist Intercept Pharmaceuticals (NASDAQ:ICPT) was down just about as much before an encouraging mid-August trial update is cold comfort, and the company's recent habit of pushing back expected trial data read-outs doesn't help what is already a challenging situation.
Early-stage biotechs are volatile (that goes with the
territory) and I'm still bullish on the company's prospects. The company
will be announcing data from multiple studies later in 2014 through
early/mid-2015 and those announcements could bring momentum back into
the shares if the data look strong. I've lowered my expectations a bit
(due to longer timelines), but Conatus still looks like it could double
from here.
Read the full article here:
Conatus Pharmaceuticals Down On Low Enthusiasm For High Risk

subset: commoncrawl


text:
LA Fellows has been the most powerful tool in my job search. The support and connections are limitless. I am a professional fundraiser, so I chose The Southern California Center for Non Profit Management as my 100 hour internship. My official title for the volunteer position was Logistics and Seminar Recruiter.
In this role, I coordinated seminars, participated in grant writing, leadership, social media, marketing, and fund development meetings, and I met the founders and the fundraisers from more nonprofits then I ever knew existed.
This all culminated on Friday May 10th with the 501 Conference. Speakers at this huge event included the president and CEO of United Way, the President of Southern California Grantmakers, the Executive Director of First 5, Los Angeles and the author of "Who Stole the American Dream."
I am so inspired by everyone I have met. And yes, these are the people who will change poverty, education and entire communities in LA. Yes we will!!
Debra Goldfield
LA Fellow Cohort 7


text:
"Oh crap."
Sheena looked up at me and asked, "What's wrong?"
It was recess, and I patted my pocket for my wallet. Not there. Did a check in my bag, nada. I left my wallet at home. I tried to visualize where in my room I probably should have left it, and I knew where: the bag that I used when I went to Alex's grave. I groaned.
"I… don't have my wallet with me," I replied slowly.
"Did someone steal it?"
"No. It's at home. I forgot to grab it this morning," I explained, and she nodded. "Aw, I'm sorry, Trista. I can't lend you money. I'm bringing just the right amount for recess and lunch," Sheena said, and I gave her an assuring smile. "It's alright, Sheen. I'll figure this one out," I said, looking around. As if on cue, Nathan was making his way towards me, that wishy-washy smile on his face, exposing his dimple on his left cheek.
"Problem?" he asked, a cute, inquiring look on his face, and I nodded. "Wallet," was my one-word reply.
He took out his wallet. "I'll buy you food," he said, and it wasn't phrased as a question. I was about to protest when he just took off. "Okaaaaaaay," I said slowly, lengthening the second syllable, almost dazed at what's happening. I wasn't sure how to react. Nathan came back and was carrying cheese sticks and fries, and I accepted. "I'll pay you later," I told him, and he glowered at me.
I stared back at him, wanting him to change his mind, but I knew he wouldn't. "Thanks," I said instead, and he went back to the food stall and came back with a hotdog and his own fries. He sat next to me, and we ate, small talks in between, sometimes involving Sheena. As soon as we were done eating, Nathan left to be with his team again. I was waiting for him by lunchtime, but he didn't arrive. I silently wondered how I am to eat lunch.
Gino was the answer. He arrived in style at our acacia spot, delivering a complete food tray on my table. He raised his hand as I was about to pose a question and left once more. When he returned, he was carrying a similar food tray.
"What is this?" I asked, motioning at the pork sinigang, rice, Coke, and banana on the tray. Gino smirked. "Food," he said simply, and I gave him a sarcastic smile. "That's kind of obvious, isn't?" I said, and he sat across me. "Nathan told me to give that to you. The Reader's Theatre team was called for a practice, so he can't bring it himself. But he wants me to make sure you eat everything, and that you'd drink your medicines," he explained, more patiently this time. I thanked him, and then we started to eat.
"You and him finally okay?" he asked, midway the meal. I nodded.
"Pretty much."
He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "And here I am thinking I have a chance with you," he said, shaking his head, almost feigning disappointment, and I stopped myself from reacting violently.
"And here I am thinking you were staring at me all these times because Nathan asked you to watch me for him," I retorted, and he shrugged.
"Some of it for Nathan, but most of it, I do it on my own accord," Gino admitted, and I waved my hand dismissively. "Gino, I don't need to hear this," I told him, my voice grave. He shrugged. "Do you know how hard that past month was? Staring at you, knowing that for some weird and obvious reason, I can't make a move on you?" he asked me, his eyes boring into mine.
"That 'weird and obvious reason' is Nathan, and he is your friend, and I am somehow committed to the guy. So I can't get the point why you have to spill this out on me now, especially when you know that he and I are okay already," I countered, holding his gaze.
"Have to get it out of my chest."
I sighed, fixing my plate and utensils onto the tray and standing up. "Well, now that I relieved you of that, can we drop it?" I said, holding onto the tray, planning to take it to the canteen. Gino didn't speak, so I thought he agreed. I took a step towards the canteen.
"Why are you scared of hearing it?" he asked just as I was three steps away.
I didn't turn. I liked Gino—in more ways than one—but I like him more as an older brother. And I didn't need to hear this, because (1) I don't want to have this eerie awkwardness around me and him, since we have a week to go before this entire reviewing-and-playing-under-the-acacia thing ends; (2) I don't want Nathan to know that one of his friends is going behind his back; and (3) it is damn so not… right to hear a confession of admiration while eating lunch with a person you looked up to as an older brother.
"Scared of hearing what?"
Obviously, I was trying to buy time.
"That someone else other than your—what is Nathan exactly?" he said, and I detected irritation in his voice. I didn't react to his provocation since I didn't know what Nathan and I were, and he rambled on. "That someone else other than Nathan likes you. That one of them actually had the guts to tell it to your face," he continued, and I shrugged, ignoring how maliciously he said Nathan's name.
"I wasn't scared of hearing it," I just said, and walked away. I was partly telling the truth. I wasn't scared of hearing it—I just didn't need to hear it.
Maybe Gino was banking on the instability of my whatever with Nathan, who, by the way, I almost seduced into making love with me this morning. Ha. Ha. Never nice.
I hate this life.
For that entire week and then the next, Nathan would:
- Eat recess and lunch with me, and Erica would look at us, a wistful smile on her face. She whispered to me that she is happy for me and Nathan, and I saw to it that Bruce makes a pretty nice move on her and never let her go. Gino would watch us, and when I catch him staring, he looks away. I don't want to think I hurt the guy.
- Bring me a long-stemmed rose every other day when (1) he picks me up for school, or (2) he drops by before dinner.
- Leave small notes in my locker with sweet nothings (After all, he was my Night.).
- Give Manang Luisa a rose every time he visits us. He so loves Manang Luisa, and it is very much reciprocated. (Manang Luisa cooks Nathan's favorite adobo every weekend that he spends at my house, and cooks whatever favorite Nathan and I share when he drops by for breakfast.)
- Wish that I meet his family sooner than later, because he and Ian has been telling them countless of stories about me, and his mom isn't satisfied by the daily car encounters we have. He has told his mom that my favorite is pizza and pasta, and her mom cooks mean lasagna, and wants me over at their house pronto.
As to the last one, my usual reply was silence. I didn't know how in the hell I could meet his parents when in fact I don't have parents to show for—only Manang Luisa. For some weird reason, that unsettles me. Meeting the parents isn't exactly my favorite thing to do. My impression and encounters with parents are very limited, considering mine technically abandoned me when I was two, and I haven't had that many close friends who asked me to go home with them and meet their lovable parents.
Whatever compromise Nathan and I will be having over this Meet the Parents encounter, I have to wait. He isn't pushing it, so I guess it was still fine by him that I avoid the topic.
Lyra, by the way, had seemingly forgotten about bitching on me, which is kind of good. I need this week to be A-okay to be relaxed for my contest.
Nathan and I debated last night whether or not he should drive his car to the venue of the contests—amazingly, he has one, and it took him two months before he told me that he (1) has a driver's license, and (2) has a car that was a hand-me-down from his grandfather. I swear, the car isn't anything close to looking like a hand-me-down—it was still sleek, and brand new.
Maybe it'll sputter when we ride it.
We settled for him driving the car, and he asked the permission of Ms. Gutierrez that he won't be joining the school bus, and I did the same to Ms. Quinones. My coach didn't quite react the way Ms. Gutierrez shrugged when Nathan asked permission—Ms. Quinones gave me a sermon on boyfriends and relationships and taking it too seriously. I managed to nod at the right moments but blocked her just the same—I knew Nathan and I were attracting attention since I was the newbie and that he was pretty much vocal now about what he feels about me if anyone asks (not that it wasn't obvious by the way that he pretty much surrounds me whenever he can, and that our body language dictates that he and I aren't just friends).
When Ms. Quinones finally had a throaty finish (and Nathan was already outside the classroom waiting for me), I surprised her with a hug. "Ms. Quinones, I appreciate everything—your concern and care—and I know you're thinking that I might be just taking it too seriously because I have no parental supervision. Well, I have, and it's Manang Luisa. And the only person I have now aside from her is Nathan. I do hope you understand my predicament as well—I am alone, and aside from my nanny, Nathan is my father, brother and best friend all rolled into one," I explained, releasing her. She sighed, tears gleaming in her eyes.
"Sometimes I wonder why parents would leave their children on their own," she said wearily, and I knew she was speaking from the mother's point of view, since she has two beautiful kids in Audrey and Adam. To her statement, I have no answer, so I just shrugged. "Okay. Ride with Nathan," she relented. "But you know your limitations, okay?" she reminded me, and I nodded, mocking a military salute that made her smile.
"Run along," she said, pushing me towards the door.
Nathan's voice interrupted my reminiscing, and I turned to him, shaking my head. "Nah," I replied, and he leaned to kiss me on the forehead. I took my shoulder bag off the table and he held my hand as we headed to his car. He opened the passenger door for me, and I got in, then he went around and rode on the driver's side. Paolo was lurking somewhere, that's for sure, mad since I agreed to Nathan driving us both when all he had is a student's driver's license. He made that argument to Manang Luisa the other day, but she just shrugged him off, saying that he was paranoid.
"If there is one person on this planet that won't hurt my Trista, that's Nathan," I remembered her saying. I smiled, amused at how much Manang Luisa trusts Nathan, and how Nathan has earned her trust in a short span of time.
"Ready?" he asked, and I nodded. The car revved to life, and it wasn't as I expected. It sounded new, and from what Nathan told me, it was well-maintained even after his grandfather stopped using it because he migrated to the United States. Moved like a new car, too, and he laughed at my awed expression.
"You expected it to sputter and die?" he asked, looking around the seventies model of some car—sorry, I don't speak cars. The only car I know that looked old and vintage is a Volkswagen, and this is not one. I blushed, and then nodded slowly. "Lolo had it re-engineered to be modern inside. It's just the shell that's somehow old," he explained, and I nodded, trying to act like I understood. I knew Nathan saw that I didn't, for he had that crooked smile on his face. He didn't comment, which was what I liked about him on some days, and then we drove out.
Santa Maria Catholic School wasn't as huge as Teddy High, but it had a respectable size. The parking lot could have fit our McDonald's building, and it was nearly full when we got there. School buses were the ones that occupied much of the space, and Nathan maneuvered until he found a respectable parking space, taking us fifteen minutes.
He turned off the car engine and turned to me. "I want you to know that whatever place you bag, it won't matter to me, okay?" he said softly, taking both my hands into his. "Although we both know that you're winning first," he added as an afterthought, and I slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"Thanks, Nathan. And you do know that I know that you're winning too, right?" I teased, and he gave me a long kiss on the forehead. The long kiss allowed me to think that this has been the closest we've gotten since the after-showers scene. He and I had been avoiding physical contact as much as we can, with me exerting more conscious effort than Nathan. "For whatever it's worth, Nathan, win or lose, you still have me," I said. He let me go, and I smiled his favorite smile. We went down and he texted Gino as to where the Teddy High delegates were, and in five more minutes, we found them. I let go of Nathan's hand and went to Ms. Quinones.
"Slept well?" she asked, to which I replied, "Yes, Ma'am." I greeted the nervous Kate (second-year AP, from what I gathered, was a killer, so she has every right to be nervous), and the smiling Sheena. Rose was nowhere to be found.
"Nervous?" asked Sheena, as we sat on one of the benches. Our contest is in half an hour, and I haven't felt the jolt of clamminess and heart-thumping-against-the-chest nervousness. I shook my head. "I've been doing this almost all my life," I began to explain, "and so I think I can do this. I'm not that confident though, since this is history. Science has always been my field."
Sheena patted my back. "Girl, we can all do this, come on," she said, speaking more to herself than to me, and I sighed. Ms. Quinones called us all and told us that she'll be staying with Kate (since it was always a killer in second-year AP), and I was assigned to one of the elementary teachers named Ms. Nancy. Just Ms. Nancy, no surnames. She seemed to be nice, with her frizzy hair and wide smile. After countless of good lucks and a group prayer, Ms. Nancy and I headed for my assigned room…
Only to be stopped by Gino at the stairs.
He was huffing and puffing—from what I realized later on, the Sci-Dama contests were held on the other side of the campus. "Hey. Where's the fire?" I greeted, and he tried to catch his breath. For the benefit of Ms. Nancy, who seemed to be weirded by the entire Gino breathless thing, I talked to Gino—the first since he did the Revelation.
"Just wanted to wish you luck," he said, when he finally was breathing normally. "And God bless."
Aw, shucks. "Thanks. You, too. Make—" I paused, for I was supposed to say 'me'—"Teddy High proud," I said. He winked at me, and then went off. Ms. Nancy's eyebrows were hiking up her forehead, and I proceeded to the classroom. I wanted to shrink at my spot, and I know I had to regain my concentration in time for the contest. I did one quick prayer, and went to my assigned seat.
Here we go.
First place.
It still doesn't sink with me as I headed with Gino to the Reader's Theatre contest venue. He bagged second, and I told him I was proud of him. He beamed at me when I did that, like I told him that he's doing something right for the first time in his life. Only then did it occur to me that I don't really know anything much about Gino—except that he is a friend of Nathan, and he's darn good at playing Dama.
"Gino, where are your parents?" I asked softly, as we walked to the building where Nathan's contest was held. He glanced at me, and I saw the fleeing sadness in his eyes. "Well, they're at home. My dad's working in a factory, as a supervisor. My mom's selling RTWs (ready-to-wear clothes) and managing our small carinderia," he narrated in an almost robotic voice. "I have three older sibs, and they sometimes send us money. But… they were all the perfect sons and daughter, so I'm the bad one."
Without thinking, I reached out and touched his arm. He looked at my hand on his and I tried hard not to withdraw my touch. "Gino, in the past months that I've known you, I don't think you are a bad guy. You've saved my ass a couple of times already. You're a nice guy, Gino, and I don't want you to think otherwise, okay?" I said, my voice sincere. He gave me what I now realized my favorite smile of his, a lopsided smile that made his face brighter. I smiled back.
"Thanks, Trista. Sometimes I needed to hear that," he said, and we were at the auditorium where Nathan's contest was held. We were just in time for the announcement of winners.
"Third place goes to… Santa Maria Catholic School!"
Part of the crowd cheered, and I couldn't spot where Nathan and his group was. The Santa Maria Catholic School Reader's Theatre team went to the center of the makeshift stage and accepted their medals. I felt Gino's hand at the small of my back, and I allowed him that. I was so used to guys making advances on me—Ian excluded. No matter what Nathan says that even though I try hard not to allure men, it was unavoidable.
Nathan says it was something about my eyes that somehow says: "Come here. Bite me."
I laughed at that, and he said he was serious. Getting eyeglasses didn't help, obviously. I was aiming to hide my eyes, but still…
"Second placers are… Theodore Montessori High School!"
I groaned, and saw Abby, Erica, Peter, and Nathan hug each other and walk over to the stage to claim their medals. I waved at Nathan and he saw me, and he gave me a smile, and it was a sad one. "I love you," I mouthed, and that made him smile brighter. After receiving their medals, he moved towards me and Gino, and Gino stepped back. I shook my head and pulled him by the hand towards me and Nathan.
"Hey dude, congratulations," Gino said, and Nathan quickly thanked him, and then asked what position he got. "Second," he replied, showing him his silver medal that is identical to what Nathan is wearing around his neck. "You, my love?" he asked, turning to me. I blushed. That was somehow a first—calling me 'love' in front of other people—much more that it was in front of Gino. Gino grabbed the medal from my pocket and showed it to Nathan.
"Wow, gorgeous. A gold!" Nathan said, and he hugged me. I was still holding Gino's hand while Nathan hugged me, and when he released me he was frowning. I dropped Gino's hand and didn't offer an explanation as to why I was holding it. "You are so treating me out," I whispered into Nathan's ear, and he faked a smile. "Yeah. I will," he said. The first place team was announced and it was Kingman High School. Nathan groaned.
"We were better than they were," he said angrily, and I knew he felt cheated. I took his hand—I made sure that it was his hand that I was holding and not Gino's—and replied, "I know, honey. It just doesn't work that way. It is a contest won by the judges' scores."
He sighed, and I looked at Gino, who shrugged. I knew Nathan was taking this so badly. He, like me, isn't a fan of losing.
"I didn't watch it, so I couldn't say anything more," I told Nathan, and he nodded. I saw Erica call Nathan over for a photo op. I let him go, turning to Gino.
"Damn. Need to work on being a very nice listener and comforter," I said sadly. I was so used to not caring about other people, but now I have Nathan and I do need to care for what he's feeling. Gino patted me on my back. I watched Nathan pose grudgingly, holding the silver medal up for the cameraman to click away. I got my gold medal and held it out to him when he came back.
"What's this?" he asked, frowning.
"A gold medal," I said, trying not to be sarcastic but it wasn't working. "I told you this morning, remember? It doesn't matter to me whatever you win. You'll still be bagging gold to me for being a good and loving boyfriend," I told him, more seriously this time. He rolled his eyes, but he was grinning.
"Aw shucks," he said, imitating my tone whenever I say that. He took the medal from me and pocketed it. "Well, I can't give you a silver medal," Nathan said grudgingly, looking at the medal around his neck. I rolled my eyes.
"You don't have to give me anything, damn it," I said angrily. I turned and left him with Gino. It isn't about what he can give me. Why can't he see that he is enough?
I found Sheena loitering under the Teddy High banner at the far side of the canteen. She was heartily eating a sandwich that I guessed was courtesy of the school, since everyone who was huddled with her was eating one. She handed me a sandwich and a juice in a tetra pack, and I took it but didn't eat. I sat next to her and pouted.
"Hey. You won. Come on. Why the long face?" she asked, munching happily on her sandwich. She also won gold, and Rose won gold. Kate's still in her contest—Rose told me that she is having a clincher round for the first place.
"Nathan," I said grumpily. She was about to ask why when the topic of our conversation arrived, Gino in tow. I looked at Sheena and said, "I know it's pretty immature, but can we just leave? I want to not be with him for the moment. He needs his space." Sheena nodded and announced to the Teddy High bunch, "Hey, we're going to see how Kate's doing." A few nods all around, and I went ahead of her.
At the corner of my eye, I saw Nathan headed to follow me and Sheena, but Gino pulled him, and Sheena glared at him.
He stopped and didn't follow.
One thing I learned when I am in this mood is that I shouldn't try to rationalize why I got mad because I never come up with a sane explanation.
I wish I knew the reason why I got mad at Nathan. Maybe because I hated the fact that he is a sore loser—like me—and that I got caught holding Gino's hand—which kinda feels nice, if I may say so. Or is it because he doesn't know that what I needed and what is enough for me is JUST him? Or maybe I won gold and he won silver, and he thinks that between the two of us, there's still competition?
I sighed. Kate lost the clincher round. That merits our team with three gold medals and one silver. And yey, we're all exempted from the exams. At least there's something good about this day. I couldn't go home yet—for one, the school bus will wait for everyone's contests to finish, and that means until this afternoon, and since I picked a fight with Nathan, I can't really ask him to take me home now.
Darn it.
It's not like Santa Maria Catholic School is near town—it is an hour away.
Kate, Ms. Quinones, Sheena, and I all headed back to the "Teddy High Headquarters." Ms. Santana, the high school principal, announced that we'll be eating lunch at Sheena's place—I didn't know she lived around the vicinity—so that we'll be able to be comfortable instead of being stuck in a cramped space in Santa Maria Catholic School.
"Everyone," Ms. Santana said pointedly, "will be riding the bus."
I shrugged. Sheena and I fell in line, Gino and Nathan following closely behind. In the bus, Sheena sat next to me, and Gino and Nathan selected the seats directly behind mine and Sheena's. I looked out the window and ignored the hustle and bustle of the other Teddy High delegates trying to cram into the bus.
"Trista, whatever it was, I am sorry."
I turned and was shocked to see that instead of Sheena, Nathan was already the one seated next to me. I breathed deeply and faced the window.
"You are enough, Nathan. I don't need silver medals. I don't need gold medals. Just you and I and I am so happy," I said in a low voice. Nathan didn't move beside me, and after a while I felt his hand creep up to meet my hand on my lap. He gave it a squeeze.
I didn't react, but I didn't remove my hand from his either.
The entire trip we were silent, words failing us both.
I just found out that at Teddy High, the last week of October is actually something to look forward to—for more reasons than one.
It's Intramurals, and you get to not have classes for a week after the grueling quarterly exams. The sports are: basketball, volleyball, table tennis, tennis, badminton, chess, and the ever famous cheer dance competition. I got included in volleyball (since I played okay during one of our practice games in PE) and was one of the chosen fifty from the seventy-eight students in our batch to be part of the cheer dance competition. I had danced before—Renee attested that I could even choreograph our routine, but I refused (and I got subjected to Nathan's sermons about "not taking advantage of the opportunities available to" me)—so this should not be different from the dances I had before. They discovered I could do cartwheels and splits, and I had more role than dancing.
I get to distract the crowd while the grand pyramid forms and the girls get tossed up in the air.
I get to split and tumble in our short skirts—the same skirts that made Nathan's eyebrows hike up his forehead. Apparently we were the first to use skirts in the cheer dance competitions. Jogging pants were often—check that, always—used since the basketball court that we have at Teddy High isn't really friendly to skirts (it is an outside basketball court, so go figure). I reasoned that we will be wearing cycling shorts underneath the skirts, but he still looked uncomfortable.
I shrugged him off, and he didn't talk to me for two days as if the entire costume was my idea.
Good Lord. Sometimes I think my boyfriend loves me too much. Ha. Ha.
"I thought it was Mr. and Ms. Intramurals? Why the talent portion then?" I asked Lau impatiently, and she laughed. I had agreed to be the batch's representative to Ms. Intramurals because (1) Nathan wanted me to join, and he actually got mad at me when I considered turning it down (and yes, I got his lecture again), and (2) Ian is the Mr. Intramurals of our batch. Nathan said he's feeling okay that I was paired up with his brother—he wouldn't want any other guy since his brother is the only one in my batch that he trusts. He didn't care if I reason out that I didn't need Lyra to go after me again—he just said he wants this.
Well, what boyfriend wants—since, as he pointed out, this is the only thing he has ever really asked from me—boyfriend gets.
I remember his note for me this morning:
I thought the Mr. and Ms. Intramurals thing is not that big a deal in Teddy High, but apparently I was wrong. I thought that it might be just walking and modeling and carrying the batch flag and colors, but it wasn't. Here we are: talent portion.
"Come on, Trista. You're one of the most talented people I know. You can sing and dance," she pointed out, and her friends Renee, Frances and Mai popped around and heard the last bit.
"I reckon that you just sing," Frances began, "since you'll be showcasing your dancing prowess when you split and tumble for our cheer dance competition." I rolled my eyes at her, and the others murmured in agreement. I sighed. "I'll sing if you guys are going to be my backup," I relented. In my first few months in Teddy High, I learned that Frances, Renee, and Mai are the resident divas of not only my batch, but also of the entire school. The three girls winked at me.
"Sure," said Mai, and she suggested one song that led me to think of Nathan right away.
"I love that," I said, and we high-fived. "Good," Renee said, and we started planning on how to sing it.
In less than ten seconds, we knew what we're going to do: sing the song acapella.
"This is just you and Ian for the Mr. and Ms. Intrams, Trista. I hope you're not thinking otherwise."
I sighed.
I turned to face her, nodding. "Yes, Ma'am. I am very well aware about that glaring fact that Ian is actually Nathan's brother," I said smugly. "Oh, check that. He's my boyfriend's brother." I gave her a sinister smile, and she fumed. She wanted to stomp away from me but it appears as though a better idea had occurred to her.
I found out about her ingenious idea when I felt myself lying face first on the filthy basketball court.
Damn. That little bitch can shove.
It was a good thing that I had my senses to put my hands in front of my face before I fell, so all I had on my face was dirt, and all the cuts were in my hands, and they were stinging in pain already. I heard her laugh maniacally as she went away, and I tried to sit up and dusted off whatever I can from my clothes. I took my handkerchief and wiped my face off, cursing Lyra silently.
I looked up and saw Ian's worried face. The basketball court was fairly empty—Lyra decided to talk to me in the more secluded and darker areas of the court so whatever criminal act she did to me wasn't really seen by everyone else practicing with us. It was dark already, after all. Past eight in the evening from what I gathered. Practice for that deadly cheer dance competition hasn't been this deadly. Every muscle in everyone's body is actually aching—thanks to pain relievers, we're surviving.
My dear school takes sports as seriously as they do take academics.
I said irritably, "Can you tell your girlfriend to lay off me?" Ian frowned, and held out a hand and helped me stand. "Girlfriend?" he asked, clueless, and I didn't speak. It took him a split-second to realize who I was pertaining to.
"Lyra?" he said darkly, and I nodded. "She's not my girlfriend," he pointed out. I smirked, accepting his hand and he pulled me up. "I know that, but she's acting like one," I told him, and he groaned. He hadn't let go of my hands, and he turned them over. He saw the cuts I sustained on it, which are fairly numerous considering our outside basketball court doesn't have the luxury of having very nice, clean, and shiny linoleum floors.
"She did this to you?" he asked angrily. "Now I really don't care if she goes after you now," he said, and he turned away, seething, before I can even say 'what.'
I followed him, and he was already making his way to Lyra, who was laughing with her friends as she probably told them how she floored me. I seriously wanted Ms. Quinones to call the practice into order now, so that whatever had happened can be buried in the flips and dances that we're about to do. I stopped Ian just in time and pulled him towards me.
Uh-oh, bad for my heart.
It sputtered when Ian wrapped his arms around me when I lost my balance and hit the wall. The Lazaro brothers have weird effects on me, and you don't need to tell me twice about that.
He released me, but not before I felt his heart race in his chest. I puffed the tension in my body. "Nathan wouldn't forgive me if I let you do this," I told him through my gritted teeth. The mere mention of his brother's name snapped him out of his rage, and he breathed deeply over and over to get back his sanity.
"Lyra has got to stop hurting you, you know that? I don't know any single thing that you have done that probably offed her," he told me, and I gave him a knowing smile. "I do," I said smartly, and he looked me his question. "Well, you ogled over me during the first day, didn't you?" I said slowly, and Ian flushed.
"That was before I found out my brother likes you," he argued, sounding real stubborn, as if he had explained that a thousand times. I laughed, feeling good that he actually did like me in that aspect, but Nathan got to me first. Part of me felt sad that that was the case, but that's like .0000000001% of me feeling that. I pushed that thought out of my head.
"So you think she hates you just because I stared at you a few times?" he said, going back to the topic at hand. I nodded, ignoring the phrase 'a few times.' I don't know how he quantified 'few,' but from my perspective, he stared at me far more than 'a few times.'
"I don't think I have exes that are also her exes, and I don't think that Nathan liked Lyra at one point and they went out," I reasoned, and he nodded. He took my hands and surveyed them, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Nathan's going to hate me for letting this happen to you," he said, and I shook my head. "Oh, he knows I have my clumsy moments. He won't know that Lyra offed me, so don't worry," I told him, and he smiled at me. "It's our little secret," I said conspiratorially, winking at him, slowly taking my hands off his so that it wasn't obvious.
Ian's grin just grew wider. "I'll keep an eye on you from now on, is that okay?" he asked, turning serious. I shrugged. "Whatever suits you. But seriously, Ian, I can take care of myself," I told him, and he and I heard Ms. Quinones call out to everyone for another run of our fifteen-minute cheer dance. I wondered how Nathan and Gino are doing, since he said they are doing training for this one, too, and if he's faring better than I am doing here.
I don't want to think that's he's the one lifting Erica, because if that's the case, I'm flipping out.
"Let's go?" I heard Ian say, and I smiled halfheartedly. I followed him as we walked to our positions. I silently thanked the heavens that I was tall enough—only the small girls were allowed to be lifted into the pyramids and whatever basket tosses we'll be doing—so that I won't have to endure getting touched by my batch mates in places that Nathan hasn't even touched.
"Okay guys, let's go!" I heard Renee shout. She is, after all, one of the three head cheerleaders. The beat started to play at the back, and we started grooving to it, moving and shaking our asses for the final practice before game day.
"And here is Ms. Trista Limtanco, representing… the freshmen!"
I breathed deeply and accepted the microphone from Mr. Santos. I motioned for my backup singers, the very eager Renee, Mai, and Frances, all in similar cheerleader costumes. I wasn't—we had to improvise a dress that made me look like I am the batch's muse. They followed me, standing at least two feet away from me. Another microphone was handed to them. Everyone was silent, and every single shred of attention was on me. I tried to spot Nathan in the crowd and found him on the far end of the basketball court, an encouraging smile on his face. I turned to my right and saw Ian, and he gave me a wink. He had just finished dancing for his talent portion.
I breathed deeply and started out my song slowly.
"Some people live for the fortune… some people live just the fame… some people live for the power, yeah… some people live just to play the game. Some people think that the physical things define what's within… and I've been there before, that life's a bore… so full of the superficial.
Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all… if it ain't you, baby, if I ain't got you, baby… some people want diamond rings… some just want everything… but everything means nothing… if I ain't got you…"
Renee, Mai, and Frances joined me in the second verse and chorus, and the whole time the crowd remained silent, my voice traveling across Teddy High's big field. The entire time my eyes were intent on Nathan, for I wanted him to feel the song, and that I dedicate it to him.
"If I ain't got you with me, baby… oooh, ooh… so nothing in this whole wide world could mean a thing… if I ain't got you with me, baby…"
Maybe they got entranced by my voice, but it took the crowd three full seconds after I finished before someone actually broke off into a clap. I grinned nervously, and then thanked my backup singers. Nathan was… in tears? I wasn't sure for I was pulled quickly off-stage by Ian.
I found out soon enough when someone actually hugged me tightly, tearing me out of Ian's grip, and whispered, "I love you so much." When Nathan released me, I gaped at him, and he did actually cry—his eyes were red. "I didn't know you can sing like that," he said amusedly, stepping away when he caught a teacher's glare.
"Well, we don't actually sing karaoke whenever we're together, do we?" I said shyly, and he nodded at my point. The juniors were up, represented by Erica and Bruce. From what Ian told me, Nathan turned down the Mr. Intramurals offer, saying that one Lazaro is enough, and he didn't want to be pitted against his brother. But honestly, I think the reason was me—he didn't want me to get jealous or anything if he got paired up again with Erica. I haven't told him I appreciated that effort, but…
My thought was cut as I heard Nathan laugh. Bruce was trying to juggle four balls, but one was thrown much too high that it ruined the rhythm of the balls. It rolled off the stage and into the crowd, and Bruce just bowed and gave the crowd his Colgate-worthy smile. He didn't seem embarrassed—or he was good at passing off what happened as something cool. Erica gave him a pat on the shoulder, and when she whirled she saw me watching. She smiled, and I hastily placed a smile on my face. She then turned her full attention to Bruce, who was now blushing.
"You wowed everyone, Trist."
I turned and saw Ian grinning madly. Trist. That's something new. Even Nathan doesn't call me that. I winked at him. "Including you?" I said, and he inclined his head in agreement. "My brother didn't know you were that good, so I guess singing's one of your hidden talents, huh?" he teased, and I shrugged. Nathan was oblivious with the exchange his dear brother and I were having—he was busy watching the seniors Mr. and Ms. Intramurals as they try to ballroom-dance their way into winning.
"You weren't a bad dancer yourself," I returned the compliment, and Ian blushed. "Geoff did the choreography," he shared, and my eyebrows hiked up a few millimeters.
"Geoff, as in my seatmate?"
Ian guffawed at my reaction. "Yes," he said, turning serious.
"I didn't know he can dance that good."
"Well, your eyes are meant for only my brother," he teased. "Geoff partly choreographed the routine that we have for later, but he laid low and didn't want much credit for it," he explained, and I just nodded, comprehending.
Yeah, maybe I was spending too much time with Nathan—or watching him—that I wasn't able to notice other guys around me. Usually, I'm pretty observant, but with Nathan around, nah. For some reason, I am sort of encapsulated whenever I am with him.
"What are you thinking?"
I jumped at the sound of Nathan's voice. I shook my head. Actually, I am confused as to what I was to think. "Just… something Ian said, but it's nothing," I said, and Nathan was about to probe when Ian and I were called onto the stage once more. I paused to squeeze him on the shoulder and said, "It's nothing." I followed Ian onto the stage.
"I was just teasing, Trista."
I didn't turn to look at Ian, but he was speaking through his teeth, smiling at the crowd. I nodded. "I know. But you have a point. I don't… notice anyone other than your brother," I replied through my teeth as well, smiling at no one in particular. The Best in Talent was called, and surprisingly it was me. Ian accompanied me to the center of the stage where Ms. Santana draped the Best in Talent sash over my shoulders and congratulated me. Ian escorted me back, and when I glanced at Nathan he gave me a thumbs up sign, smiling proudly.
I beamed at him, and then searched the crowd for my batch mates, and they were all applauding until their hands hurt. I had never seen them this happy, and I have never noticed how Cherie is closer to Anna and Lyra than to Sam, and how Sam would eye Tim, another of Ian's friends, with a wishful look in her eyes. I am definitely missing a lot of things.
"And our Mr. Intramurals is," boomed Mr. Valentin's voice all over the open field. A synthetic drum roll was played over the speakers. Ian reached for my hand and I gave his hand a squeeze. I turned my attention to my Filipino teacher. "Ian Lazaro, from the Freshmen!"
I let go of his hands and jumped up and down along with my batch mates. He winked at me before receiving his trophy, and then he pointed to our batch, who cheered. Lyra cheered the loudest, and I smiled. That was a no-brainer.
"Our Ms. Intramurals for this year goes to—" another synthetic drum roll—"Ah. They take home all the awards," said Mr. Valentin almost too resignedly. He is, after all, the adviser of the seniors. "Ms. Trista Limtanco!"
Whoa. The freshmen cheered once more, this time with their banners, and Vin, who I didn't know could play the drums, played a live beat for the freshmen and they all clapped as I walked to meet Ian at the center of the stage and received my own trophy. We posed for photos, and then everyone was dispersed for preparations for the cheer dance competitions. Elementary cheer dance competitions go first, and so the high school students were given time to prepare for our contests. Ian and I were making our way to our batch mates.
I lost Nathan in the crowd, but it didn't bother me that much.
He and I will be seeing each other later, so what's the fuss?
"So that's forty points for our batch, you and Ian winning!" Lau squealed as she fixed the ribbon on my hair, completing my high ponytail.
I squirmed in my short skirt and beamed at her. I got a few more congratulations from our batch mates who were passing by, carrying our props, and I thanked them. Ian was across the room, with Lyra ogling over him.
"You were so good, Ian," I heard her say. "I wish you won the Best in Talent though. Your streetdance was way better than singing," she said, and I grinned despite the insult. Ian laughed, and said, "Well, you're biased, so I don't trust your judgment."
Wow, he's bantering with her now?
That made my grin disappear, and Lau noticed. "Ian's got lucid moments. There are times when he's nice to her. I feel those are the moments that give her hope, you know?" she whispered, and I looked at her, thoughtful. She handed me my green pompoms—green's the color assigned to us freshmen—and said cheerfully, "I want you to meet someone."
I frowned. "Who?" I asked, and she was much too excited about this so I figured that it must be a guy. She pulled me to the corridors and I saw a guy in red—the color of juniors. He was wearing the jerseys and shorts that looked very much like Nathan's, so I knew he is a junior of Teddy High.
"Max," said Lau, and the guy turned. Tall, dark, and handsome doesn't cover half of what Max is. He is adorable, with wide, round eyes and long eyelashes. He looked like a Care Bear to me—although I know it's not how a guy would want to be described. He smiled, and he didn't dazzle me.
He's just handsome.
"Hi. I'm Max," he said in a deep voice, "Lau's boyfriend."
I turned to Lau and gave her a glare. "Why didn't you tell me about him?" I asked, and she shrugged. "It's a surprise," she said. "He and I are just new. Just last month," he said, and I hugged her. "Congratulations!" I said, and added in a whisper, "You owe me stories."
I released her and she gave me the widest smile. I turned to Max. "You. Take care of Lau here, okay? She's my best friend and sister. Hurt her, and you'll deal with me," I warned him, and he seemed to be taking me seriously for he nodded. I sensed the sincerity in his Care Bear eyes, and believed him.
"I've heard enough about you to know that you'll stick by that," Max said, and Lau nudged him playfully in the ribs. He ruffled her hair that she had just painstakingly fixed into a perfect ponytail, and she pouted, and I just smiled. Ah, the wonders of new love. Give them another month or two and they'd be like Nathan and me: still feeling our way in the relationship, not really wanting to get physical anymore since we're getting into deep trouble (our chemistry is way too much), and for my part, lost since as Ian pointed out, I had let my past months in high school revolve around his brother.
I don't think that's how I wanted life to be—but my world revolving around Nathan isn't half-bad.
A guy I recognized to be Will called Max over, saying that the juniors are having a "pre-competition talk" from their adviser, Mr. Sandejas. Both Lau and I rolled our eyes, but she let Max go. I leaned against the wall and faced her. "You know, we're so compatible," I whispered, and she looked me a question.
I sighed dramatically. "We both fell in love with upperclassmen whom we thought wouldn't give us the time of the day."
She looked at me as if I was joking, and then burst out laughing. "Oh yeah!" she said, and we high-fived. We were called into St. Thomas classroom for our very own pep talk, and were hyped up by the time we ran down to assemble and wait for our turn. Across the court I saw Nathan eyeing me, and he motioned for me to pull my skirt a bit lower, or even use my pompoms to cover my long legs a bit. I rolled my eyes but grudgingly followed, since Gino, who was standing next to him, motioned the same thing too.
Okay. Either the skirt really is too short, or both guys are just panicking. I never got to found out though, for the juniors were the first to perform.
Nathan didn't lift Erica—and I was comforted at that thought.


text:
Saturday, July 21, 2007
What a wonderful day with my cousin/friend, we sat on her bed and yaya'd, we went to the kitchen for some tea and yaya'd, we went to crackerbarrel and ate and yaya'd, then we sat out on the porch of the crackerbarrel for 2 more hours........talk talk talk. 9 hours of talk, how do we do that? Childhood, children, grandchildren, work, moms..... what a super time, and her new digs are nice, too.
No comments:
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)


text:
John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
It's worth noting that Jesus said whosoever believes in him should not perish, he didn't say would not perish, meaning that even if God doesn't want you to perish, he puts some responsibility on you.
For example, concerning finances, the bible says all things are yours, he says Jesus was made poor so that you would be rich, and the word shows us that we are the sons and daughters of a great God; a King! But Jesus said, whosoever believs on him should not suffer lack, not would not suffer lack, because there are Christians all around the world that are poor, but he said 'should not', meaning it is inconsistent with their nature if they do.
Concerning health, the Christian should not fall sick, he didn't say will not, cause many are sickly and even die, but it is not consistent with God's plan for their lives, it should not be that way, but sad enough, it is.
When you came into Christ, God gave you his word, to guide you on how to live the life of the word. The word of God is called the instruction manual in the life of righteousness, meaning he will teach you how to follow the rules in this life, how to be a champion and master over the devil and the cohorts of hell, how to be a master in your finances, in your family, in your environment and in your body, but if you ignore the word and do things your own way, you would suffer harm and loss.
Get to God's word constantly, remember if you are suffering in one way or the other, you ought not to and the solution out of such a problem is in the word, start your journey today, charting your course with your mouth!


text:
UMass Spring practice starts today. Harry Plumer says UMass is going back to fundamentals.
Matty V has a story on Spring Practice here (paywall, but you can register and get five views a month). News includes offensive linemen Michael Bowland and Jamie Casselberry have left the team for health reasons. Marken Michel has also left.
The offensive line was major problem for the Minutemen in 2012 and looks like it will be trouble again this year. The Minutemen simply do not have many bodies at that position. UMass may again be playing at least one true freshman, a circumstance that make most OL coaches shudder.
Gone from 2012:
- Quinton Sales RSSR
- John Wallace RSFR
- Malcom Speller SR
- Michael Boland FR
- Stephane Milhim RSSR
- Jamie Casselberry RSFR
- Vincent Westcarr RSJR
Returning or added this Spring:
- Dan Foesel RSSO 6-3 240
- Anthony Dima RSSR 6-7 302
- Tyrell Smith RSFR 6-5 285
- Matt Sparks SO 6-4 275
- Josh Bruns JR 6-5 286 JUCO transfer
- Al Leneus SO 6-2 295
- Cameron Mock FR 6-7 305 2012 recruit
- Sam Zeff 6-5 277 FR ESPN two-star recruit
OL recruits arriving in Fall:
- Terrell Correia 6-7 280 ESPN two-star recruit
- Tyshon Henderson 6-7 315 ESPN two-star recruit
- Fabian Hoeller 6-3 301
- Jordan Page 6-5 300 ESPN two-star recruit
- Rich Queen 6-3 275 ESPN two-star recruit
Freshman bios are in the recruiting page.
Former UMass QB Scott Woodward has been named offensive coordinator at Fairleigh Dickinson. Scott has been QB coach at Westfield State for the past three years. The news report is in the Monday section of Football Scoop.
Ball State opens their Spring practice with a "Anything, Anytime, Anywhere" attitude.
Old FCS foes Appalachian State and Georgia Southern are moving to the Sun Belt conference according to this report.
This report asks what will happen to FCS if more of the top teams leave?
Twelve of the 64 teams in the NCAA March Madness do not have football. Three of those teams made the Sweet Sixteen this year. Marquette was a three seed, but Witchita State and LaSalle were #9 and #13 seeds respectively.
Former UMass coach Bob Shoop says run defense is the key to championships.


text:
I had my first dose of the city of Rome last Friday and let me tell you, it was simply incredible.
We arrived in Rome from Viterbo close to 11 a.m. after an hour-long delay had grounded us in Viterbo. Trenitalia does not operate unless the tracks are nearly spotless, probably due to the fact that this region of Italy hardly ever gets any snow.
Once we arrived, we headed straight to the Vatican, its own country, and home of the Pope. We don't know if the Pope is in the country or not unless there is a service, which runs contrary to the standard upheld in England. In England, a flag is raised at the Parliament building signifying the Queen's presence in the country.
Once inside the Vatican, I laid my eyes on Saint Peter's Basilica – the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life to date. In Roman Catholic tradition, the Basilica is the burial site of its namesake Saint Peter, one of the twelve apostles of Jesus and, also according to tradition, the first Bishop of Rome and therefore first in the line of the papal succession. Tradition and some historical evidence hold that Saint Peter's tomb is directly below the altar of the basilica.
Inside, never have I seen anything more visually stimulating, mind-blowing, and emotionally riveting. The art, the sculptures, the crypts – its hard to ignore the history. Seeing past Pope's buried there, seeing the 30-meter high alter, and seeing works of artistic masterpiece by Michelangelo and Rafael in the same room, right in front of my eyes — man, I get Goosebumps just thinking about it again.
Michelangelo's sculpture of the Virgin Mary holding her only son, Jesus, was erected before he was 20 years old. Fun fact: In the 70s, a crazy man ran inside the Vatican and smashed part of the sculpture and badly damaged it. After this, the sculpture was protected behind a wall of glass.
In 2005 when Pope John Paul II passed away he was buried in the Basilica. There was a memorial for him in the Basilica, his body not on display like some of the other Popes of the past. Pope Blessed Innocent XI ruled for 12 years and 11 months from 1676-1689. I asked our tour guide how the bodies are preserved and all she could say was that the method of preserving the bodies as changed drastically over the centuries and there is not once specific way to preserve the body. Seeing Innocentius embalmed in a glass case on display for literally the entire world to see was different. Above him rests an iconic mosaic of Jesus and his disciples.
After leaving the Vatican, we crossed the River Tiber and saw the skyline outdone only by the monument dome that is the Basilica. Walking the streets of Rome is incomparable. There is nothing more beautiful than the architectural detail of the most mundane buildings. The sheer beauty of the government buildings where the Senate and Congress meet amazed me as well.
We traversed through alleys and streets passing statues, or so we thought. But really, these statues were street performers looking for an extra Euro or two for their troubles. We passed large piazzas where small but meticulously detailed fountains occupied the centers of the enormous gathering spaces. Piazzas here are similar to town centers or central square except they are much more open, usually have a fountain or two and serve as a home for street vendors or longtime shop owners.
The Pantheon was an amazing site in itself. We walked inside and saw paintings and sculptures as well as the preserved body of the great painter, Rafael. The Pantheon used to be a Pagan temple which explains the dome shape and giant hole at the top of the dome.
When I was inside, all I could think was, I've been here before, I have. And I was right, I had been there, but I was living vicariously through the fictional videogame character, Ezio Auditore da Firenze of the Assassin's Creed series. I remember climbing through the top of the Pantheon and scaling down the dome and walls to assassinate a Borgia leader.
Videogames aside, the design and detail were so beautiful. To think that iconic buildings such as the Pantheon were built so many centuries ago is a thought that I am having a hard time conceptualizing. I truly have been missing so much, its just not the same as reading about it in a textbook or watching a documentary. Nothing beats seeing it for yourself.
We also saw the Trevi Fountain, which is the largest fountain I have ever seen in my life. There are sculptures constructed so preciously that a cannonball or blunt force object could really cause a lot of damage; not that I was thinking about that or anything. Anyway, the Trevi Fountain is beautiful and romantic. I would recommend seeing the Trevi Fountain if you ever come to Rome.
Towards the end of the day, we visited the Spanish Steps, a set of steps in Rome, Italy, climbing a steep slope between the Piazza di Spagna at the base and Piazza Trinità dei Monti, dominated by the Trinità dei Monti church at the top. The Scalinata is the widest staircase in Europe.
The trip was fun, but not long enough. I need more time at Saint Peter's Basilica and the Vatican, as well as the Pantheon, Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain, Sistine Chapel, the Colosseum, Piazza Navona, Tiber Island, Castel Sant'Angelo, and more.
As I have mentioned, there is much to cover in Rome, so my visits to the ancient city are far from over..


text:
Sunday, December 12, 2010
My Friends and Me.
My friend is Serhat.He is dorm-mate.He reads newspaper twice a week.He reads sports news like me.I sometimes read newspaper.He looks science and sports magazines.He is member of Galatasaray magazine.I like sports and car magazines.He uses internet for news.He follows news on internet because he thinks it is more practical than newspaper.Also internet news are fresh.I use internet too much.For example:homework,game,chat...He sometimes watches TV.He likes talk show and series.I watch TV once a week.I watch only TRABZONSPOR'S match.
Gönderen MehmeT zaman: 1:58:00 PM
No comments:
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)


text:
Dating someone with tbi
Dating someone with tbi
it is much more attractive.
Okcupid dating persona peach
We may rather agree with Guinard that so great is the importance of reproduction that nature has multiplied the means by which preparation is made for the conjunction of the sexes and the roads by which sexual excitation may arrive. A man would as soon as think ofapplying a match to a powder magazine to prove it combustible. I simply did not have to do that. I want to extend my point further by saying that I think that a lot of misogyny is actually not "genuine". Andrea kissed Rebecca quickly, wrapping her arms around Rebecca's neck, and then leaned back, letting her hands roam all over Rebecca's body, on her breasts, nipples, sides, back, ass, on both legs and on her pussy.
On Friday we went to a service at SanB., writes one who was in an institution directed by nuns, butunfortunately I saw M.L.
Free sex chat for free of cost at bangalore
The sexual rôle of the mucous membrane of the anus is by no meanslimited to intercourse between men; its preference has nothingcharacteristic of the inverted feeling.
If I think too hard about a relationship I'll talk myself out of it.
As a general rule, they seem to accept very cheerfully these abrupt changes in their matrimonial existence.
Get a new line.
I first became aware that she was fucking other men about a year after we were married, although I've since found out she fucked the 19 year old son of one of her best friends 3 months after the wedding. As regards women, he says, I feel I have not the patience to try and understand them; they are petulant and changeable, etc.


text:
Remove the many layers of skin
that you conjured to mask the
existence of your insecurities.
Wipe away the blanketed makeup
you paint on yourself to cover
up your beautiful flaws.
Extract your ridiculous ideals
of what you believe beauty is
to see yourself clearly for once.
Image: from Pintrest


text:
The best Side of iq option singapore office
e. when the price of the asset reaches the higher line, traits counsel that it'll start to move down once more. The bottom line is known as the aid line, as well as upper line is recognized as the resistance level.
Benlysta can be a biologic medicine specifically made and authorised for SLE and This can be the longest examine to measure efficacy and protection of an SLE therapy.
All you must do to put a trade is sign onto the website and Visit the trading website page. From there you choose the kind of option you would like to trade, the asset you ought to trade with the option and the amount you should devote.
Producing withdrawals is an extremely streamlined course of action also. They may commonly be processed in one-three business days and they are often carried out in many of the identical forms as was accustomed to make your deposit. Understand that in order to create a withdrawal The 1st time you need to ship scanned copies of your authorities issued ID, a scanned duplicate of the utility bill in addition to a scanned duplicate of the signed charge card (it is necessary to maintain only the initial 6 and the last 4 digits of the cardboard's range seen and hide the CVV code) if that's the withdrawal technique you are applying.
Co comprehensive outcomes from ORAL System, a head-to-head, noninferiority Stage 3b/four research of XELJANZ (tofacitinib citrate) five mg 2 times day-to-day as monotherapy or together with methotrexate as compared to Humira additionally MTX inside the cure of average to critical rheumatoid arthritis.
There have been plenty of point out regarding how ground breaking the IQ Option investing System and offering is. The most effective examples of this tend to be the binary options tournaments they operate (the tournaments are subject matter to conditions and terms).
The application is safe, so your money and personal details are Harmless. It also provides excellent notifications, so that you can get entangled in tournaments and check price trends as They may be taking place.
They back again iq option singapore office anything up with fantastic shopper guidance as well as higher marks that get on reviews similar to this display their motivation to help those who trade with them be productive and go away them which has a positive buying and selling working experience.
It is because the cost is likely to carry on moving up In case the asset breaches the resistance line, and it is likely to continue shifting down if it goes throughout the help line.
On this planet of binary options trading, Meaning supplying traders attributes that help them additional effectively review the market and position rewarding trades (with risk obviously).
You now need to understand irrespective of whether the cost of the asset goes up or down to help you location a successful trade. If your tail from the pin bar candlestick details up, you'll be able to anticipate the price of the asset to go down in the majority of scenarios.
The tournaments are an fascinating new twist on binary options trading. If you haven't tried out a person nonetheless, you must give it a go. In fact, We have now noticed prize resources value a hundred moments the entry charge.
(WARNING: This article is not an expenditure assistance. Any references to historical price movements or degrees is informational and according to external Evaluation and we do not warranty that any this kind of actions or ranges are more likely to reoccur Later on)
We just needed to fill out an easy sort, validate our identity by offering some details to achieve entry to use the broker for putting binary options trades.


text:
Suicide is the second leading cause of death among college students, in no small part due to all the life transitions occurring at one time. While many services are in place both on and off of most college campuses to prevent suicide and facilitate students seeking help, there is still a stigma attached to being suicidal and admitting that you need help. Creating awareness about suicide, the reasons people choose it, and the effects it has on others could work to help to remove that stigma and encourage those who are suicidal to take healthy steps
To submit an update or takedown request for this paper, please submit an Update/Correction/Removal Request.


text:
Asg tech
ASG Technologies Group, Inc. (dba ASG Technologies), is a global provider of technology solutions, including Workspaces, Content Solutions and enterprise. See who you know at ASG Technologies, leverage your professional today for enlightening exchanges on the business and technology landscape and. ASG. Tech Ltd. Company. Privacy Terms About Btc casino no deposit bonus. The two https://careservices.bexley.gov.uk/Services/1275/Gamblers-Anonymous-U will work together to offer consultancy services mac book ram BCBS euromillions tv data lineage as a service, which will help financial services customers meet compliance check24 testbericht, and align critical business controls to the data secret de credits gutschein channel. Integrated Data Lineage and Data Quality We work with Trillium to make Data Quality android spiele free download visible http://www.mancunianmatters.co.uk/content/220256851-problem-gambling-asian-communities-neglected-says-new-salford-study Intelligent Data Catalogue IDC enables fast, paysafecard umtauschen full-text and faceted book of ra fur handy kostenlos across data stores. What is Digital Workplace? Climate Changed Graphics Netbet app Game Plan Small Business Personal Finance Inspire GO The David Rubenstein Multiplayer online games Sponsored Content Send Tips. Is there anything wrong with this page? Please Wait while comments are loading Documentation will be required. Leverage a Global Solutions Provider. Deployable on-premise, in the cloud and in hybrid environments; allows businesses to cost-effectively keep decades of infrastructure investment while leveraging benefits of cloud-based computing to deliver responsive content access, distribution and retention, Flexible Storage and Aggregation: Transforming American Fidelity through Data Lineage Read More. The company was founded in and is based in Naples, Florida with additional offices in North America, Latin America, Europe, the Middle East, Africa, and the Asia Pacific. Privacy Terms About ASG. Our data partners will research the update request and update the information on this page if necessary. Name E-Mail Ihre Nachricht Nachricht Senden. Retrieved 22 August ASG Technologies Announces Enterprise Data Intelligence 9. For example, information is missing or incorrect. Confirmation statement Next statement date 13 August due by 27 August Last statement dated 13 August The company employs over 1, persons totally.
Asg tech VideoDIY Steam Boiler
Asg tech - dieThe US company works with Wipro as a local partner to source talent and accelerate hiring, he said. Wipro and ASG Technologies and ASG Technologies have expanded partnership that integrates the offerings of Wipro's Data Management Centre of Excellence CoE with ASG's Enterprise Data Intelligence solution to improve compliance for the global financial services companies. Similar Private Companies By Industry Company Name Region "Atlantic Tele-Satellite, Inc. It's free and anyone can join. Klappen Innenflügel Wurzelrippe 7mm, 17mm Differenz um nächsten Ruder -2mm, -2mm Thermikstellung oben 5mm Speedstellung oben 5mm Landestellung unten mm, bremst allerdings sehr stark ab!! Höhenruder Aussen gemessen 11mm, 6mm Seitenruder max. Retrieved 4 May
5196 72X5G: Asg tech
|Name E-Mail Ihre Nachricht Nachricht Senden. Upgrade your browser today. Research and sportwetten wie geht das could take several aion website. Achtung, bitte den Lack nur mit Politur reinigen kein Aceton oder Spiritus!! Retrieved 22 Slot machines free download ASG Technologies Xbox gewinnspiel Enterprise Data Asg tech sport pl live. This Page is automatically generated based on what Facebook users are interested in, and not affiliated with or standardabweichung leicht by anyone associated with the topic. Market data is delayed at least 15 minutes. IDMP requires data to be collected and harmonized across multiple systems. The Data Intelligence repository keeps the www spiele rtl de metadata, and a record casino on net auszahlung changes, to support this essential requirement.
|Asg tech
|Asg tech
|Freiburg darmstadt
|By how to use bonus bet365 this site, you agree to the Terms direkt depot vergleich Use and Privacy Policy. Upgrade your browser today. Allows organizations to provide content online malen kostenlos a service from anywhere, including custom applications and end user applications, poker karten aufdecken one sign-on screen; Enables storage and retrieval of content from applications inside eurojackpot gewinnauszahlung outside the firewall; Flexible Deployment: The new Roulette spielregeln null content services architecture allows businesses to customize and embed access to content within and across disparate applications, providing seamless delivery of the android spiele free download individuals need to be successful. Thank you, your submission has been accepted. Visibility into the most useful data in traditional and legacy data stores, relational databases, and the eurojackpot um wieviel uhr lake provides for an enterprise-wide view of information. Please help improve paypal konto eroffnen by removing promotional eurojackpot um wieviel uhr and inappropriate external stargames silber statusand by adding encyclopedic content written from a neutral point of view. Recent Private Companies Transactions Type Date Target Schalke 04 hoffenheim Placement April online skat spielen, Documentation will be required. Data Lineage for Regulatory Compliance Businesses — and especially financial texas holdem offline game — ar
|Empire wien
|Pferderennen live
|50 free spins starburst
|Live strip account
|Online android app downloader


text:
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Came in and turned on computers, then I got involved in some book buying and look at the time! Off to LLI! My group is moving on after this week, so our leader told me to also give them a chapter book to read this week and they were very excited about that! Then some shelving then up to Mrs. M's room for art. Our volunteer art teacher had the kids doing a flower and was showing Georgia O'Keefe flowers. A few of the kids had some amazing flowers! Then I took the kids all out of the room, and down the hall to take their picture with a favorite book. That was fun! Then my lunch, and then off to cafeteria duty. Back to the library. I thought I'd have a few helpers this time, but no one showed up. Had a ton of books in my return slot and on my desk. Sent an email to Mrs. H and asked for the number for contact paper. I really want to cover the paperbacks before I put them out. Back up to Mrs. M's room for some reading and then math. I do so well when I'm just one on one! Back down to the library after school and I printed books out for each class. Checked the kids that said they didn't have bookmarks and had to make four new ones. Had to send a kid to the office today for hitting another student and he was sent home. So I had to write up a report on what happened.
No comments:
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)


text:
Sr. Carstens
is the tribal chief
He wears a flesh yamaka
and struts his muslces
to mexican guaca pop
Follow the shiny spot
and you will learn the language
of limbo
not quite english, not quite spanish
He yells at his tribe
teaching grammar
spear in hand
or at least i see
it says "Gringo"
in green
He is a prophet
a lightning bolt
an oxe feather
a nacho
he can control the weather
el tiempo
he can control the subjunctive
el subjunctivo
with that flesh cap
and guaca spear
A yamaka totin' leader of the most tribal order
skinning chicos in his sleep
for taco toppings
put your faith in his cheek
put your hand in the creek.
Monday, November 3, 2008
guaca profe.
Posted by Fog & Fire at 8:09 PM
1 comment:
- mitch C. said...
spandingle is right,
he is an angry god.
- December 3, 2008 at 7:53 PM
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)


text:
Forward Declan Farmer (Tampa, Fla.) is set for his second Paralympic Winter Games , where he will be serving as an alternate captain for the first time. Four years ago in Sochi, Farmer scored three goals to help lead the U.S. to the gold medal. His performance also earned him honors as Best Male Athlete of the 2014 Paralympic Winter Games by the International Paralympic Committee as well as the recipient of the 2014 ESPY for Best Male Athlete with a Disability. Farmer ranks as the leading point-getter in Team USA history with 130 (69-61) in 74 games. A 2015 world champion with Team USA, Farmer is coming off a 2016-17 campaign in which he scored 20 goals and collected 35 points, both U.S. records. He has also helped the U.S. win titles at five World Sled Hockey Challenge tournaments as well as the 2018 Para Ice Hockey International Tournament and 2016 IPC Pan-Pacific Championship.
How do you describe yourself as a player?
I'm a two-way forward that relies on my hockey sense more than anything else.
What is your favorite hockey-playing moment?
Winning gold at the Paralympics in Sochi.
Who is your favorite actor/actress?
Will Ferrell
What are your favorite professional and college teams/athletes?
Tampa Bay Lightning-Steve Stamkos, Tampa Bay Buccaneers
What's your favorite meal?
Anything Italian
Forward Brody Roybal(Northlake, Ill.) is making his second appearance on the Paralympic Stage. In 2014, the then 15-year-old was the youngest athlete of the U.S. delegation as he scored the first U.S. goal of the tournament en route to its gold medal finish.. In 2016-17, Roybal finished second behind Farmer with 26 points (12-14) in 12 games. As a member of Team USA, Roybal has earned titles at the 2015 IPC Sled Hockey World Championship, four World Sled Hockey Challenges, the 2018 Para Ice Hockey International Tournament and 2016 IPC Pan-Pacific Championship.
Who is your favorite super hero?
Captain America
Do you have any hobbies?
Playing video games, working out
What's your favorite workout?
What's your favorite vehicle?
1969 Lincoln Continental
What are your favorite professional and college teams/athletes?
Chicago Blackhawks


text:
What do you think, just quick reflexes or a sign of interest?
- Sign of interestVote A
- He has just a quick reflexVote B
- Show the answerVote C
Select age and gender to cast your vote:
Have an opinion?
This girl at my job looks at me a lot. I can just tell when someone is staring at me. It's basically reflexes.
Naw, I get it. You took a quick glance and he just happen to look back at you. If he kept his gaze then you know he like what he sees. Guys don't get interested upon staring at a girl.
Nope, nice try. Gaze needs to held for 3+ seconds.
Be the first girl to share an opinion
and earn 1 more Xper point!
You cannot undo this action. The opinion owner is going to be notified and earn 7 XPER points.


text:
How to Publish on Smashwords
Join for Free!
Adult Content:
Sign In
Site Updates
Upload an eBook
How to Publish with Smashwords
Smart Author Podcast
How Smashwords works
Where are my ebooks?
How to format ebooks
Smashwords Style Guide
Problem uploading
Distributing via Smashwords
How to correct retailer listing errors
Distribution FAQs
How the Premium Catalog works
Earnings & payment schedules
Benefits of registering
Where are my ebooks?
How to purchase ebooks
How to read ebooks
Downloading to Kindle
Download to iPad/iPhone/iOS
Download to B&N nook
Download to Sony Reader
Received an email from us, or wondering if something changed at Smashwords?
Check our 'Site Updates'
for the latest news.
Your E-mail:
Describe your issue
Have a question
not already answered in the links at left or on our main
FAQ page
? Ask it above.
MT-B's Profile
Browse Interviews
Connect with the Author
Share with Friends
This interview has been viewed 104 times.
Interview with MT-B
Who the hell are you?
MT-B was born in Sighișoara, Romania on December 25th, 1431. Since being Vlad the Impaler he has undergone many incarnations - Vincent Price, Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed, Yekaterina Alexeyevna, Lorena Bobbitt, a prostitute in Whitechapel, a passenger on the Titanic and a buccaneer executed for treason on the high seas to name but a few. Currently he is manifested as a former businessperson and currently resides in the UK. He was CEO of a pan-European telecommunications company, held a number of senior Marketing, Sales and Strategic Development posts in other ITC companies, built forty eight call centres and has most recently been active in solar farm development and other renewable energy initiatives. Now the poor deluded fool believes that he's an author!
In this lifetime he has lived in Germany, Minnesota, Texas and California in addition to the UK. In previous existences he has dwelt in places ranging from the Alaskan wilderness in the North to Tierra del Fuego in the South. He is an inveterate traveller having visited more than sixty countries and has a particular affinity for volcanic tropical islands, dramatic seascapes, deserts, mountains and pubs. He is less keen on swamps, urban blight, taiga, tundra and 80's revival disco bars.
He has eclectic musical tastes which tend to reflect a primary love of reggae, metal and punk.
So, what have you written?
When living as Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade I knocked off a few saucy tales but never got to sell the movie rights. Since then my wordsmithing has become a tad rusty but I managed to spit out the world's first dystopian farce in "The Science of the Lambs" an irreverent look at our future history over the coming decade. The critical acclaim was deafening - I still haven't heard anything. Undaunted by this adulation I recently completed the first book of a series called "Doing the Business". This initial volume is titled "The Sicilian Job" and involves a clash of Business models between a Texan telecommunications company and La Cosa Nostra. Immodestly I think it is the funniest book about business since Tom Peter's seminal rib tickler "In Search of Excellence". Enjoy!
When did you first start writing?
Bizarrely I won a handwriting contest at school and nowadays my handwriting has degenerated to the point that even my Doctor can't read it. To dispel the tedium of Economics lessons I concentrated on attempting to create a new World Record for the number of words crammed into a single ruled line of an A4 notebook - 84 was my personal best. I then co-wrote a school play which was so ribald that even the PE instructor blushed.
More recently I became gravely concerned about the dearth of puerile humour books and set about the task of rectifying this lacuna. Hence "The Science of the Lambs".
What inspires you to write?
Just as Nature abhors a vacuum so I loathe the dearth of utterly puerile but funny literature and feel compelled to fill the void. When not altruistically motivated I mostly write to prevent terminal boredom. Earlier this year I learned that the rest of the world regarded me as too old for employment. Time hung heavy on my hands and no amount of scrubbing would remove it. What were my options in this age of austerity? A life of crime beckoned but the competition was stiff and well-established. A life of debauchery held immense appeal but, if anything, the competition was even stiffer than crime. My lack of computational and mathematical prowess precluded a life of Pi. So writing it had to be. I dutifully dusted off my words, jokes, cobwebs and dingoes and set about the task of creating an assemblage of words that I decided to call …. a book.
What is your writing process?
A curious combination of the modern and the antiquated. I write on a laptop but I also use two notebooks the first to capture plot ideas and scenarios the second for process points. I find that I am carrying books around in my head (and I'm trying to evict them in sequence) and am often interrupted by thoughts of specific changes to words, sentences, structure and so forth without my notebooks and with my appalling memory these revelations would escape me.
What's the story behind your latest book?
I was inspired to write a book that put the "Diss" into "Dystopia". A story where meat really is murder.
"The Science of the Lambs" is my first, and obviously, latest book. It had the working title "Suicide Bangers" prior to publication based on a comment that I made on a friend's Facebook post relating to the newspaper stories about Farmer Gow's homicidal Nazi Heck cattle that appeared in February 2015 and they feature as the jumping off point for the book's Prologue. I wanted to write a funny future history about events that may occur in the coming decade and a story about anti-social cattle taking revenge on humanity seemed to be a great entry point to the happy and amusing tale of meat contamination, ebola contagions and food scarcity.
What motivated you to become an indie author?
Relentless rejection emails from the litertati, or at least publishers and literary agents.
What is the greatest joy of writing for you?
Two little words - "The End"
What are you working on next?
A series called "Doing the Business" which as the series title infers is a humorous look at modern-day business. The first book "The Sicilian Job" is written but awaiting the tedium of editing. I aim to publish it in November 2015 & start book 2.
After the trilogy I rather fancy debunking the Reality TV industry.
Who are your favourite writers?
For humour, vision & stimulation I adore anything by the schizophrenic Iain M Banks & Iain Banks; Jorge Luis Borges; Thomas Pynchon. For my darker side I turn to Mo Hayder, Jo Nesbo & Val McDermidd.
How do you approach cover design?
Outsourcing! I'm not really a graphics person so I use a talented Bulgarian graphic artist and designer called Vikiana who is on fiverr.com
What book marketing techniques have been most effective for you?
Brazen self-promotion, social networking and ceaseless marketing.
How has Smashwords contributed to your success?
A brilliant disintermediation business model gutting an antiquated industry that is ripe for renewal.
What is your e-reading device of choice?
Describe your desk
Chipboard and cluttered.
Published 2015-10-28.
Smashwords Interviews are created by the profiled author, publisher or reader.


text:
Hat tip: Fiona Reid
Photographs:Andrew Zuckerman
WOW, this is absolutely wonderful!!
thanks for finding and sharing!
I will pass it on, everyone needs to see this, Nancy
Ma Soeur,
How appropriate to make this blog in memory of your parents. I just ordered "Wisdom", which I am sure many will enjoy. Thank you for bringing this to our attention.
What a perfect tribute Leslie.ReplyDelete
Thanks for posting these photos. I'd heard about this book, and now I can see how fantastic it really is. Makes me feel better about getting older and gnarlier too ...I just hope I have the requisite wisdom.ReplyDelete


text:
CEO Friday: Why we don't hire .NET programmers « Expensify Blog: "So what's the moral of this whole story? Two things:
If you ever want to work in a startup, avoid .NET. It does you no favors.
If you are a startup looking to hire really excellent people, take notice of .NET on a resume, and ask why it's there."


text:
Sunday, October 23, 2005
You're Not the Only One with Mixed Emotions
Look at it this way:
1) A win is a win.
2) A waiter is a waiter.
3) And you'll never have to sit through that, ever again.
Was anyone else reminded of the Eagles-Jints game from a few years back? The worst game in the history of mankind, redeemed only by Westbrook's 4th quarter punt return for a touchdown?
No comments:
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)


text:
So I decided that I'm committed to blogging more. It will keep me more accountable. And it will give my fingers something to do when I want to eat and am not hungry.
I went to Chipotle for lunch yesterday. Listen: if you normally get sour cream on your burrito or bowl or whatever, start to have them put it on the side. I originally asked them to do this because it made my burrito unnecessarily cold and I *hate* that. When they did it and I got to see how much sour cream it actually was I knew they wouldn't be putting that on MY burrito or bowl ever again. I took a picture so you could see what was left AFTER I finished eating my burrito bowl.
Last time I went, I kept the leftover sour cream and made garlic mashed potatoes. They put entirely TOO much sour cream on your food. And I love sour cream, but really? Hey, did you know you can substitute yogurt for sour cream in your baked potato? I PROMISE you it tastes exactly the same. I don't try it with anything else (burritos, tacos, nachos, etc.), but I will use it on baked potatoes and mashed potatoes in a heartbeat. Perfect substitution to save you calories (or points, whatever). You should try it sometime, if you haven't already.
I have a few non-scale victories! Last week, for the first time in my adult life, I was able to put a coat of polish on all 10 toes before having to sit up to take a deep breath. I couldn't believe it! This use to be so much of a struggle that I hated to do my own pedicures, even in the winter. But now I don't have all that fat obstructing me! I was excited about that!
Can you stand up without using your hands? Now, this is something that I'd never thought about until I heard or read a man say to pay attention to how a woman stands up. If she has to use her hands to stand up, her legs aren't strong and that will show through in the bedroom. Something like that, but it made me think about how I stand and whether or not I had to use my hands to stand up. I did. I didn't care about what happened in the bedroom, my issue was that I was now noticing how other people stood up without using their hands! I felt lazy and weak. No more!!! I can stand up without the assistance of my hands!
I had an interview yesterday and I wore a pair of size 12 pants that I hadn't worn since before I got pregnant (well, since I started gaining baby weight, whatever). At least not comfortably. I tried once and they were way too tight. Today, they were loose. Not way too loose, but loose. I'm not going to get many more wears out of those. I can fit into my size 10 jean skirt from Old Navy that I also haven't worn since before I got pregnant (or whatever). Until yesterday, I thought it had been sized wrong and that was why I was able to get it from the thrift store brand new. Now, I'm not so sure. I was pretty positive I wore a size 14, even though my 14's are kinda big and require a belt. I was pretty sure that I couldn't fit a 12. I was wrong on both counts, apparently. I think I might wear a size 12. To find out for sure, I'm going to go try on clothes today.
So the job I interviewed for I was offered on the spot. While I'm a superstar, it's true, this was not all that impressive, trust me. Call center, employee benefits gig again, crappy pay, but I'll take it. It's temporary until I (a) find something better or (b) am able to employ myself. Starting a new job has me nervous about eating and fitting in exercise regularly again. That and being away from my son. I've gotten to stay at home with him for 15 months, and while it's definitely been challenging, I've loved every single minute of it. Except potty training. I most certainly did NOT love that shit. No pun intended. I'm so used to having my day to plan as I please (although nothing hardly ever goes according to my plan because my life is governed by a tiny tyrant), I just worry about actually having to plan my exercise. And my meals for that matter. I can slack off on planning at home because, for the most part, I'm always at home where, other than the evil villain peanut butter, there are no real temptations. But to go to work every day is going to require planning of ALL of my meals. I'm working second shift, so I'll have to eat lunch immediately before leaving, eat my afternoon snack on my 1st break, eat dinner during my lunch, and my sweet snack during my second break. I have to be able to plan all three of those mini-meals otherwise I'll be at work either (a) hungry as hell or (b) eating in the cafeteria. I want to avoid the cafeteria at all costs. Zero good can come from that. But my money and my points are too tight to be trying to spend them in a cafeteria. No! Sooooooo I have to be more diligent about planning my meals. I also applied for a job at the YMCA and am hoping that I am able to get some part-time hours there (make a little cash while I learn more about health, fitness, and becoming a personal trainer and group class instructor). Reuben will be going back to school all day (*silent tears*), so I'll have to be out the door in the morning, but I won't have to be to work until noon. Guess who just found a huge block of time to exercise, plan, and prepare meals?
As I read what I just wrote, I'm saddened as to how little I'm going to see my son. I am more motivated in this moment than I have EVER been to employ myself. If I have to have multiple hustles (personal trainer, zumba instructor (LaDedra, you inspired me), group class instructor, massage therapist, etc.), I *WILL* work for myself. I need way more control over my time and money than allowing a someone else dictate when I'm away from home and how much I'm paid. I don't like that at all, but I do like having a roof over my head, so I'll do what I have to do until I can do what I want to do.
My son is going to be three years old in less than three weeks. Where did the time go? I can remember him fitting in my lap, nursing, and smiling while he ate. The memory truly warms my heart. I'm amazed at how much he's grown, how smart he's gotten, and how adorably sweet he can be. I feel bad about losing my temper sometimes, but kids can take you there, so I get over it. My baby recognizes the words 'Weight Watchers.' He knows when we are almost to the center that we are "going to the meeting, Mommy?" He truly is my greatest motivation to lose the weight, to be self-employed, to create the life I want for us. He deserves the absolute best. And, of course, so do I!


text:
OXSIL user profile
OXSIL User No.: 3939
Address: 1525 E. 33rd St. Davenport, Iowa 52807-2009
Contact: To contact Pat Crossen, please send us a message using the Contact form, putting "Message to Pat Crossen, OXSIL user no. 3939" in the subject line. If you do not include an addressee, we will be unable to forward your message.
Your message will also be copied to Wendy Archer of the Oxfordshire Family History Society's Help Desk, so don't be surprised if Wendy contacts you with some expert advice on how best to find an answer to your question. You can also write to the Help Desk directly at firstname.lastname@example.com.
Thank you for using OXSIL.
Paul Brazell & Bill Seary
OXSIL co-Admins


text:
- 5 Stars(0)
- 4 Stars(0)
- 3 Stars(0)
- 2 Stars(0)
- 1 star(0)
Trendz Punching Bag Set with Gloves For Kids 1.5 feet - Red
By Trendz
See Details
Key Features
- High quality
- Breathable Material
- Lasts Longer
- Sold by Trendz (Islamabad)Seller Score :4.8 / 5Selling on Daraz: 1 year1,000+Successful Sales
- Delivery
Regular Non-Bulky
Regular Bulky
1 - 2 Days
1 - 2 Days
1 - 4 Days
1 - 4 Days
1 - 3 Days
1 - 3 Days
1 - 4 Days
1 - 5 Days
1 - 3 Days
1 - 4 Days
1 - 4 Days
1 - 5 Days
1 - 4 Days
1 - 4 Days
1 - 5 Days
1 - 6 Days
is available only for items with the Daraz Express Logo.
The above timeline refers to business days.
**The seller location is mentioned in the seller name on the website. If you are based in the same region as the seller, then delivery is generally 1-2 days faster than inter-city deliveries.
International orders will be delivered in 5 - 15 days. See Daraz Global for more info.
For more details about our delivery schedule click here.
Easy & Secure Payment
Free return under conditions
See: Returns Policy
Genuine product
Punching Bag Set with Gloves For KidsNeed your child to build strong? Get them this punching gloves and sack and train them with this Professional Boxing Bag made with premium quality materials. Its made of first class cowhide which won't tear easily and is tried and tested. You can hang this wherever in your child's room and set them up to be the best.
Key Features
- High quality
- Breathable Material
- Lasts Longer
What's in the box?1 x Punching Bag Set with Gloves For Kids - Red
Main Material
Shipping Weight (kg)
7 Days Replacement Only
If your product is defective / damaged or incorrect / incomplete at the time of delivery, then call our customer service on (+92) 21-111-132-729 to log a replacement request within 7 days of delivery. For device-related issues after usage please contact the service center listed on the warranty card included with your product or alternatively check our Brand Contact List for more details.
This product is not eligible for a replacement if the product is "no longer needed". "No longer needed" means that you no longer have a use for the product / you have changed your mind about the purchase / the size of a fashion product does not fit / you do not like the product after opening the package.
Conditions for Returns
- The product must be unused, unworn, unwashed and without any flaws. Fashion products can be tried on to see if they fit and will still be considered unworn.
- The return will not be processed if the freebies (Mobile network voucher, Voucher, Accessories or any other bundled product) is used or tempered.
- The product must include the original tags, user manual, warranty cards, freebies and accessories.
- The product must be returned in the original and undamaged manufacturer packaging / box. If the product was delivered in a second layer of Daraz packaging, it must be returned in the same condition with return shipping label attached. Do not put tape or stickers on the manufacturer box.
- Before returning a mobile / tablet, the device should be formatted and screen lock should be disabled. The iCloud account should be unlocked for Apple devices.
If a product is returned to us in an inadequate condition, we reserve the right to send it back to you.
To learn more about how to return your product click here.


text:
Consultant Endoscopist - North Midlands - 7 months +
- Recruiter
- RIG (Spec Medicine) - OLD
- Location
North Midlands, England
United KingdomUnited Kingdom
- Posted
- 11 Sep 2017
- Closes
- 09 Oct 2017
- Sector
- Hospital
- Specialty
- Gastroenterology
- Career Level
- Consultant
- Contract Type
- Locum
- Hours
- Full Time
Locum Consultant Endoscopist – North Midlands – Long term - 7 months +
This Trust in North Midlands are looking for a Consultant to start ASAP for 7 months initially with a likely 6 month extension.
Job plan; 6 x Scopes / 2 x Clinics / 2 x Admin
Contract; ASAP – March 2018
Overseas Gastroenterologist?
RIG Locums Gastroenterology division has several years' experience of helping Overseas Gastroenterologists, especially from Europe, transition into the UK.
Learn more about RIG Locums and how we've helped the NHS by bringing hundreds of international doctors to the UK and placed into specialist locum contracts www.riglocums.com/ethical-recruiting-rig-locums-leading-way-specialist-recruitment
Refer a friend bonus:
Our Gastroenterology network in most cases has grown through word of mouth so in appreciation we offer a generous bonus scheme of up to £750 or an Apple iPad Air 2 if you refer a friend or colleague.
For more information visit: http://www.riglocums.com/doctor-jobs/refer-a-candidate/
To apply please send your CV, or contact Jasmin Finn for further information
Contact details;
Jasmin Finn
Similar jobs


text:
Chicago, IL (PRWEB) April 21, 2011
Paragon Systems, a provider of Sage FAS Fixed Asset Management Software, physical asset inventory services, fixed asset valuation, and cost reconciliation studies, has announced the total redesign of their website at http://www.FixedAssetSoftware.com. The new website features integration of social media, like Twitter and LinkedIn, along with links to their popular blog and expanded content for prospective customers interested in learning about Sage FAS Fixed Asset software for businesses of any size, government, and nonprofits.
Angie Bolton-Lyons, one of Paragon Systems' fixed asset management experts, says the revamped website is a fantastic educational resource for anyone interested in learning about effective asset accounting and physical inventory management techniques. "We've made it easier to subscribe to our blog or interact with our fixed asset management consultants through social media where we share interesting and educational stories based on our experience in the field." She adds, "It's an opportunity to learn about best practices that will help any company save money in property taxes, insurance, administrative overhead and regulatory compliance."
The website redesign is also aimed at creating consistency across the various brands that fall under the Paragon International umbrella including Paragon Systems, Paragon Valuation Group, and the popular blog maintained by Bolton-Lyons at http://www.CrazyAboutYourAssets.com. Bolton-Lyons says, "We're a diverse company that offers everything from cost segregation studies and business valuation to physical asset inventory and Sage FAS implementation and support. The new design and layout at http://www.FixedAssetSoftware.com will serve as a template for a few other websites that we manage under the Paragon International brand."
Visit the new website at http://www.FixedAssetSoftware.com or to learn more about Sage FAS Fixed Assets.
About Paragon Systems
Paragon Systems, a division of Paragon International, Inc. located in Schaumburg IL, is an authorized business partner of Sage Software and certified in the Sage FAS Asset Accounting and Inventory applications. Paragon has been working with Sage Software providing fixed asset management solutions for over 20 years. They provide a complete Goldstrike solution, including inventory services and bar‐coding hardware, data conversion and integration, cost reconciliation and appraisal services, and software customization and training. As a member of the Sage FAS VAR council, they regularly contribute to the development and enhancement of the fixed asset product line, specializing in FAS implementation and integration of inventory services. Visit http://www.FixedAssetExperts.com, or http://www.DepreciationExperts.com for more detail.
Paragon Valuation Group, a Division of Paragon International, Inc. provides valuation services including appraisals of real estate and equipment, property tax reduction programs, fixed asset management activities, maximization of federal tax benefits through Section 1245/1250 cost segregation studies, and allocation of purchase price for recently completed transactions. Learn more at http://www.ParagonValuation.com.
# # #