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Information, blocking, deletion
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We will retain the data you provide on the contact form until you request its deletion, revoke your consent for its storage, or the purpose for its storage no longer pertains (e.g. after fulfilling your request). Any mandatory statutory provisions, especially those regarding mandatory data retention periods, remain unaffected by this provision.
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Further information about handling user data, can be found at https://developers.google.com/fonts/faq and in Google's privacy policy at https://www.google.com/policies/privacy/.
Google Maps
Via an API, this website uses the mapping service Google Maps. The provider is Google Ireland Limited ("Google"), Gordon House, Barrow Street, Dublin 4, Ireland.
To enable the use of the Google Maps features, your IP address must be stored. As a rule, this information is transferred to one of Google's servers in the United States, where it is archived. The operator of this website has no control over the data transfer.
We use Google Maps to present our online content in an appealing manner and to make the locations disclosed on our website easy to find. This constitutes a legitimate interest as defined in Art. 6 Sect. 1 lit. f GDPR.
For more information on the handling of user data, please review Google's Data Privacy Declaration under: https://policies.google.com/privacy?hl=en.


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Americans struggling with self-image
America's infatuation with the World Cup came at the perfect moment, illuminating the principle that you can lose and still advance.
Once our nation saw itself as the undefeatable cowboy John Wayne. Now we bask in the prowess of the unstoppable goalie Tim Howard, a biracial kid from New Jersey with Tourette's syndrome.
With our swaggering and sanguine image deflated by epic unforced errors, Americans are playing defense, struggling to come to grips with a world where we can no longer dictate all the terms, win all the wars and lead all the charges.
From Katrina to Fallujah, we're less the Shining City Upon a Hill than the House of Broken Toys.
For the first time perhaps, hope is not as much a characteristic of American feelings.
Are we winners who have been through a rough patch? Or losers who have soured our sturdy and spiritual DNA with too much food, too much greed, too much narcissism, too many lies, too many spies, too many fat-cat bonuses, too many cat videos on the evening news, too many Buzzfeed listicles like "33 Photos Of Corgi Butts," and too much mindless and malevolent online chatter?
Are we still the biggest and baddest? Or are we forever smaller, stingier, dumber, less ambitious and more cynical? Have we lost control of our not-so-manifest destiny?
Once we had Howard Baker, who went against self-interest for the common good. Now we have Ted Cruz. Once we had Louis Zamperini, an Olympic runner whose fortitude in a Japanese POW camp was chronicled in Laura Hillenbrand's book "Unbroken." Now we've broken Iraq, liberating it to be a draconian state run on Sharia law, full of America-hating jihadists who were too brutal even for al-Qaida.
We're a little bit scared of our own shadow. And, sadly, we see ourselves as a people who can never understand one another. We've given up on the notion that we can cohere, even though the founders forged America by holding together people with deep differences.
A nation of immigrants watched over by the Statue of Liberty — with a government unable to pass immigration reform despite majority support — sees protesters take to the streets to keep Hispanic children trying to cross the border from being housed in their communities.
Andrew Kohut, who has polled for Gallup and the Pew Research Center for over four decades, calls the mood "chronic disillusionment." He said that in this century we have had only three brief moments when a majority of Americans said they were satisfied with the way things were going: the month W. took office, right after the 9/11 attacks and the month we invaded Iraq.
The old verities seem quaint. If you work hard and play by the rules, you'll lose out to those guys who can wire computers to make bets on Wall Street faster than the next guy to become instant multimillionaires. Our quiet traditional virtues bow to our noisy visceral divisions, while churning technology is swiftly remolding the national character in ways that are still a blur. Boldness is often chased away by distraction, confusion, hesitation and fragmentation.
Barack Obama vowed to make government cool again, but young people, put off by the dysfunction in our political, financial, military and social institutions, are eschewing government jobs. Idealism is swamped by special interests. The middle class is learning to do more with less. The president, sort of the opposite.
"The world sees us as having gone from a president who did too much to a president who does too little," said Richard Haass, the president of the Council on Foreign Relations.
David Axelrod, the president's Pygmalion, mused: "Reagan significantly changed the trajectory of the country for better and worse. But he restored a sense of clarity. Bush and Cheney were black and white, and after them, Americans wanted someone smart enough to get the nuances and deal with complexities. Now I think people are tired of complexity and they're hungering for clarity, a simpler time. But that's going to be hard to restore in the world today."
Young people are more optimistic than their rueful elders, especially those in the technology world. They are the anti-Cheneys, competitive but not triumphalist. They think of themselves as global citizens, not interested in exalting America above all other countries.
"The 23-year-olds I work with are a little over the conversation about how we were the superpower brought low," said Ben Smith, the editor-in-chief of Buzzfeed. "They think that's an 'older person conversation.' They're more interested in this moment of crazy opportunity, with the massive economic and cultural transformation driven by Silicon Valley. And kids feel capable of seizing it. Technology isn't a section in the newspaper any more. It's the culture."
Ben Domenech, the 32-year-old libertarian who writes The Transom newsletter, thinks many millennials are paralyzed by all their choices. He quoted Walker Percy's "The Last Gentleman": "Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him." He also noted that, given their image-conscious online life in the public eye, millennials worry about attaching themselves with a click to the wrong clique or hashtag: "It heightens the level of uncertainty, anxiety and risk aversion, to know that you're only a bad day and half a dozen tweets from being fired."
Jaron Lanier, the Microsoft Research scientist and best-selling author, thinks the biggest change in America is that "technology's never had to shoulder the burden of optimism all by itself."
And that creates what Haass calls a tension between "dysfunctional America vs. innovative America."
Walter Isaacson, head of the Aspen Institute and author of the best-selling "Steve Jobs," agreed that "there's a striking disconnect between the optimism and swagger of people in the innovative economy — from craft-beer makers to educational reformers to the Uber creators — and the impotence and shrunken stature of our governing institutions."
Nathaniel Philbrick, the author of "Bunker Hill: A City, a Siege, a Revolution," which depicts the Patriots, warts and all, warns against gilding the past. "They weren't better than us back then; they were trying to figure things out and justify their behavior, kind of like we are now," he said. "From the beginning to the end, the Revolution was a messy work in progress. The people we hold up as paragons did not always act nobly but would then later be portrayed as always acting nobly. It reminds you of the dysfunction we're in the middle of now.
"The more we can realize that we're all making it up as we go along and somehow muddling through making ugly mistakes, the better. We're not destined for greatness. We have to earn that greatness. What George Washington did right was to realize how much of what he thought was right was wrong."


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Liberty T.A.P.S. is a volunteer group of parents and teachers focused
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What does T.A.P.S do?
We raise money for items our children or school need.
We volunteer at the school store.
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We attend monthly meetings.
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We get INVOLVED!!
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Fall Carnival- raised money to fund the following projects:
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Purchasing 5th grade t-shirts
Honoring our teachers for Teacher Appreciation Week
School Store
Valentine packages for students
Holiday Candy Grams
Collected Box Tops to help fund the class field trip
Sapulpa Truck Touch- Our biggest fundraiser that raised money to help teachers and students
Friday Snack
Christmas Store
Liberty School Store
Open every Wednesday during the lunch hour
This is one of our biggest ongoing fundraisers! All proceeds go towards funding projects in our school.


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(CNN) - As the Republican campaign to take advantage of fresh reports of friction between the Clinton and Obama camps shifts into high gear, John McCain released his second ad in two days aimed at wooing the New York senator's disappointed supporters.
Watch: McCain's new ad targets Clinton supporters
The new spot stars the Democratic convention delegate who lost her slot two months ago when she said publicly she'd vote for McCain, not presumptive nominee Barack Obama. After the party's decision, McCain asked Debra Bartoshevich to join him on the Straight Talk Express during a campaign visit to her home state of Wisconsin.
Watch: How is McCain's new ad playing out?
"I'm a proud Hillary Clinton Democrat," says Bartoshevich, a nurse, in the 30-second spot. "She had the experience and judgment to be president. Now, in a first for me, I'm supporting a Republican, John McCain.
"A lot of Democrats will vote McCain. It's okay, really!"
The TV ads, and the campaign's "Citizens for McCain" outreach initiative to former Clinton supporters, are being joined this week by efforts on the ground, as senior advisor Carly Fiorina and other top McCain officials head to Denver to recruit these disaffected Democrats. The Republican National Committee – which has opened a temporary war room in Denver – has made it clear the effort is a convention priority. "Typically when parties are split, the other one wins," RNC Chairman Mike Duncan told reporters.
Bartoshevich is among a small group of self-described Clinton-turned-McCain voters who've traveled to Denver this week and organized a kind of parallel counter-convention, with daily press conferences, protests, and movie screenings.
Sunday evening, a few dozen gathered in a former garage-turned-café a few minutes and light-years away from downtown Denver for the premiere of a new anti-Obama documentary, "The Audacity of Democracy." Participants included PUMA founder Will Bower – part of a pro-Clinton group that visited McCain headquarters shortly after she conceded in June – and Andy Martin, a conservative activist and author of an anti-Obama book who has been credited by supporters of the Democrat's campaign as the original source of the false rumor that he is a Muslim.
Nearly all of those interviewed said they planned to vote for the Republican ticket in the fall. Some insisted Clinton might still stage a convention floor coup and win the nomination Wednesday; others said they believed McCain might tap her as VP of a unity ticket
Reports that Clinton was planning to ask her delegates to support Obama were greeted by some there with angry disbelief. "Have you heard it from her mouth? Have you? Have you? Did her campaign say it on the record?" demanded a woman in a black pro-Hillary t-shirt. "Yeah, I didn't think so," she said, and walked away.
Others expressed hope that McCain might tap her as his running mate on a new "unity ticket." "We went to mass and prayed for it," said Toni Leigh of Taos, New Mexico. "They would make a great team."
Monday morning, Bartoshevich herself – along with a few other minor celebrities of the "PUMA" movement – is slated to hold an RNC-sponsored press conference plugging the Arizona senator's presidential bid.
Yeah. What an insult! Basically women are too spiteful and emotional to vote for their best interests because they didn't get their first choice. Very, very sad ad.
McCain voted AGAINT equal pay for women. What part of that don't you get?????
It's ok to vote against your economic interest. It's ok to continue with the same politics that got us into a troubled mess. It's ok to forget we have a brain to think about the issues and rather vote with our lowest emotions (anger, revenge). It's ok to think McCain has the right experience, even though a objective analysis of Obama's experience showed he has the right experience similar to the great Presidents (McCain, just being a senator for too long, compares with the wrost presidents in history). Simple said, it's ok to be stupid and show myself on tv.
Gee, some think McCain will chose Haillary for vp or that she will plan a coup. Do any of these people take their medication?
McCain wants to turn Hillary into this year's Ralph Nader.
Any Clinton supporter who's thinking of abandoning the Dems in order to either a) write in Clinton or b) vote McCain, should think back over the last eight years and the hundreds of billions of dollars and thousands of lives lost in Iraq.
Since McCain is running to continue Bush policies, any vote for Hillary Clinton, like a vote for Nader in 2000, is a vote for George Bush.
I am a registered democrat. I've already signed-up to support McCain at his website. Obviously, the DNC does not care if they lose my vote or my contributions.
I've been reading the book by David Freddoso, The Case against Barack Obama. Good God!! I can't believe this man is positioned to take the DNC nomination. McCain is a known quantity and I certainly hope he wins the election.
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So far, McCain's commercials have featured Paris Hilton, Britney Spears and now Debra Bartoshevich. He must be courting the unemployed flaky dingbat vote!
"Others expressed hope that McCain might tap her as his running mate on a new "unity ticket." ...
That statement right there just shows just how delusional these PUMA idiots are. I honestly think that these people are on some kind of drugs or just plain stupid. Republicans HATE the Clintons. Hate the Clintons. They spent most of their time and money trying to impeach Bill and get them out of the Whitehouse during Bill's second term. Why woud they elect his wife to be second in command and possbily first in command (considering McCain's age)? The only reason why the RNC is kissing up to these people is o get votes. Zero of their policies reflect Hillary's platform.
I hate the fact that the media is giving these people a voice. I guaranty that they will be more of the story this week then Obama. Sad, but true.
PLEASE I am so sick of this being Hillary Clinton's coverage and convention. It is totally unfair for such a history making event and time. Those that are not coming around have a problem. It is absolutely sad that someone would put McCain in the whitehouse. Someone who does not share their view or anything else with them politically only the color of their skin. I know that is the problem. I did not realize that there were so many ignorant people in the Democratic party. Obama was not my candidate in the beginning, but he sure beats McCain. Come on people, think with your brain not your prejudice.
Hillary Clinton will loose her whole political life if she let the Pumas blow this election. Let's all think like a puma!
1 Only white men can only vote for a white man
2 Only black men can only vote for a black man
3 Only jews can vote for jews
4 Only white women can vote for white women
5 Only black women can vote for black women
And If the PUMAS don't like who you voted for',Then we become NEO
How will Clinton pay for a campaign for President when she is still so far in debt from her vile attempt to win the nomination. She will have no future in politics if she allows this to happen. Remember...she is broke!
What a pack of cry babies.
SHAME ON YOU for picking Mccain over Obama.
If Hillary supporters switch to McCain then don't whine during the 4 more years of the same.
In the very end it will come down to hurting the very one you supported. If Obama doesn't win the blame will be on Hillary's turncoats.
So much for being a team player unifying for the cause of getting America back on track.
I'm a Republican voting OBAMA!!! It's really okay : )
Blah.. Blah.. Blah. McCain: You blow! What kind of platform is that to run on? Don't you EVER have anything positive to say.. particularly about yourself? I thought not!
Oh wow, please don't let your personal upset destroy this country.....I don't want to get drafted....pleeease
Wow, Hillary is a DEMOCRAT! She would never NEVER join a John McCain ticket. That is the fundamental point you puma folks don't seem to get. She doesn't just change her allegiances because she is upset.
I.e. she is a mature adult and will make the best of a bad situation.
I love this. Another person who feels the way I do. Obama picked Biden for VP for his EXPERIENCE. That is what I wanted for the top of the ticket.
Nader '08, Hillary '12
Those angry and bitter B!itches need to be arrested!
Hillary Lost. Why is such a big deal. Let the backers back whoever.
So, in order to "honor" Hillary Clinton, this woman is now going to support a candidate whose policy proposals are the diamtetric opposite of Ms. Clinton. Roe v. Wade? The War? Tax cuts? I wonder how many of these Hillary clowns can actually name a single John McCain policy proposal.
Interesting that a women who supports a women who supports a women's right to choose...would turn 180 degrees and stab all the women in the back.
Flip-flop stupidity.
I hope that the nurse in the ad supports McSame by joining the Army and going over to Iraq to help some of the injured boy's and girls over there. They could sure use her. As a matter of fact I think that all of the PUMA people should do that. Oh, I forgot that they just make noise but don't put their money where their mouth is. If they really cared about Billary she would not be broke and asking Obama and the rest of us for money. Yes, now I understand why he is going after them, its because they are not loyal to anything not even themselves. So do what you want to and enjoy the low down republican party.
YOu se, Cnn is censoring. what a shame. all that I have written since morning is being censored because it is not in favor of McBush.
...here we go!
These people are still not able to understand that Clinton lost the primary because she had the wrong message, hired to wrong people, could not manage her finances and, let's not forget about her Bosnia lies. Remember, the sniper story was not simply an exaggeration, this was a completly made up story. How could she possibly be President? By the way, why aren't all her supporters sending her a dollar each to pay her debt? Simple, because they are really Republicans that want her to stay in debt.


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February 22, 2010
Sometime ago I received an invitation via the WS Design Trade Program to meet Monelle Totah and Kriisty Williams, and I jumped at the bid. What a pleasure!! They could not have been nicer, the WS team put on a great event!
Ever since Elle Decor published Monelle Totahs home, I have wanted to meet her! She definitely holds my dream job!! As many of you already know Monelle is the VP of Design for Williams-Sonoma. Her home has been blogged about countless times, and I will spare you any more stories and simply refer you to this interview done by the fabulous Heather Clawson of Habitually Chic. I will however share the fantastic images below with you, just in case you missed them elsewhere....
I love how the books on the dresser have been color coordinated to the room.... Great detail!
For me, this room "translates" into Happy!
I would love to be a guest here!
As part of the WS Home Designer Series, Monelle is featured here, giving her take on refreshing your home; Play with accessories, Pare it down, Make your bed (couldn't agree more :) ), Mix in some greens (love those flowers!) and Play host.
Have fun making your home beautiful!
Images via Elle Decor
Posted by Natasha @ Northern Light Design at Monday, February 22, 2010
Labels: Black / White, Chic, Inspiration, Monelle Totah, Orange, Stripes, White
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An album is believed to have been compiled by J.M. Barrie in memory of Sylvia Llewelyn Davies, his close friend and mother of the children who are said to have inspired Peter Pan and the Lost Boys of Neverland will be offered on 28 January 2015 (Lot 270, with an estimate of £2500-3500).
Sylvia Jocelyn Llewelyn Davies, 1866-1910, née Sylvia Du Maurier, was the daughter of George Du Maurier and the aunt of the novelist Daphne Du Maurier. She married Arthur Llewelyn Davies in 1892 and the couple had five sons: George, Jack, Peter, Michael and Nicholas (Nico). Sylvia Llewelyn Davies is best known for being the 'mother of Peter Pan'. The entire family can be seen as character models for Peter Pan, the 'Lost Boys' and the Darling family.
In 1898, J.M. Barrie attended a dinner party, where he happened to be seated next to Sylvia Llewelyn Davies. During the course of the evening, Barrie learnt that Sylvia was the daughter of George Du Maurier and he confessed to her that his dog, Porthos, was named after the St Bernard in Du Maurier's play, Peter Ibbetson. In turn, Sylvia told Barrie that one of her sons, Peter, was named after the play's eponymous hero. Before long, Barrie realised that he had already encountered the Llewelyn Davies children whilst walking his dog in Kensington Gardens, and that Peter was a small boy he had noticed frequently, dressed in a red velvet tam o'shanter.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies and Barrie formed a close friendship. Arthur Llewelyn Davies died in 1906 and Barrie supported Sylvia both emotionally and financially. Barrie even suggested later that he had been engaged to Sylvia, but this claim was doubted by the Llewelyn Davies children. Tragedy struck the family again in 1910, when Sylvia died of cancer. Before her death, Sylvia appointed guardians to care for the children, including her mother and J.M. Barrie.
Therefore, in 1910, Barrie began to provide care for five orphaned boys, whilst working on Peter and Wendy, his sequel to Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens. As Andrew Birkin writes, Barrie was a well-established household name by now, and "...the bizarre story of 'Barrie and his Lost Boys', and their inevitable parallel with Peter Pan, made excellent fodder for society gossip and speculation." Although Barrie told the boys that, "I made Peter by rubbing the five of you violently together…", it was Peter Llewelyn Davies who carried the misfortune of the name. Peter was teased mercilessly during his schooldays at Eton for being 'the real Peter Pan', and later dubbed Barrie's work 'that terrible masterpiece'.
Barrie and others had taken various photographs of the family - a large collection of which was sold by Sotheby's in 2012. It also seems that Barrie made several copies of a memorial album for Sylvia Llewelyn Davies following her death, which were issued to members of the family. An album held by the National Portrait Gallery in London is almost identical to the copy for sale, apart from an inscription from Barrie to the recipient. The National Portrait Gallery's copy has an accompanying letter, in which Barrie mentions that he made several copies of the album for friends and family members. It is also known that the photographer Lizzie Caswall Smith made various sepi-toned platinotype copies of the Llewelyn Davies family photographs, and it is Smith's stamp which features on the final page of both this album, and in the copy belonging to the National Portrait Gallery.
Unlike the copy in the National Portrait Gallery, the album for sale does not carry an inscription from Barrie. However, provenance could possibly be attributed to Arthur Llewelyn Davies's brother and sister-in-law, Crompton and Moya Llewelyn Davies. Accompanying the album are two documents (neither referencing the album): a letter from Bulmer's Cider Makers, dated 1911, thanking Crompton for help he has offered to 'the widow', whose identity is unknown, and a cheque from the National Bank Limited, dated 1911, signed by Moya Llewelyn Davies. Crompton and Moya Llewelyn Davies (née O'Connor) are notable in their own right. Whilst Crompton acted as an election agent for David Lloyd George, Moya was the daughter of an Irish member of parliament and had family links to the 1798 Irish Rebellion. The couple were friends with George Bernard Shaw and Sir John Lavery, amongst others. In 1921, Moya was gaoled for her involvement in Irish republican affairs and is rumoured to have had an illicit relationship with Irish revolutionary leader, Michael Collins.
Copies of photographs and drawings in the album include: The 'memorial album' title plate, depicting Grove House – the Du Maurier family home in Hamstead, with the photographed signatures 'Sylvia Llewelyn Davies' and Sylvia Du Maurier'; Sylvia Llewelyn Davies drawn by George Du Maurier, c.1885; Sylvia and Arthur Llewelyn Davies holding Peter as a baby, 1897; Arthur and Sylvia Llewelyn Davies seated, 1897; Sylvia Llewelyn Davies by a window, 1898; Close-up photograph of Sylvia Llewelyn Davies, August 1898; Sylvia Llewelyn Davies with Peter on the beach, 1899; Sylvia Llewelyn Davies holding Peter, August 1899; Sylvia Llewelyn Davies by Charles Furse, c.1901; Sylvia Llewelyn Davies with George Llewelyn Davies, July 1901; Family dining outdoors, 1901; Various photographs taken at L'Hostellerie de Guillaume le Conquérant, Dives, France, April 1905; Sylvia Llewelyn Davies playing tennis at Cudlow House, Rustington, 1906; Sylvia Llewelyn Davies fishing in the River Dart near Postbridge, September 1909 (thought to be the last known photograph of Sylvia Llewelyn Davies; and others.
Birkin, Andrew. J.M. Barrie and the Lost Boys… New Haven: Yale University Press, 2003


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Today Reuters reports that the foreign minister of Sudan has criticized both US vice presidential contenders, Biden & Palin. They expressed support for the idea of a flying ban over the Darfur region in their recent TV debate.
Sudanese foreign ministry spokesman Ali al-Sadig on Sunday said an air ban would be ineffective because the Sudanese armed forces are only using government planes and helicopters to fight bandits and protect humanitarian convoys.
The Darfur conflict has killed 200,000 – 300,000 and driven more than 2.5 million from their homes, say international experts. Khartoum puts the death toll at 10,000.
As I have reported in earlier posts the Darfur situation was recognized as genocide by the Busy administration as long ago as 2004. In September 2004 Secretary Powell officially invoked the term "genocide" to describe what was going on there in testimony before the U.S. Senate Committee on Foreign Relations, and President Bush (white House Press Release, September 9, 2004).
Despite calling it a genocide the U.S. and the rest of the world have taken no effective action to date. UN forces there have no mandate to engage. They are there to observe and offer humanitarian aid. This is a repeat of Rwanda.
A no fly zone would at least show some action was being taken, but not nearly enough. Enforcement of the International Criminal Court's prosecution of Sudan's president, Omar al-Bashir, for alleged genocide and crimes against humanity would also be a step in the right direction.
Incredibly, and despite all the evidence the no fly zone is only a possibility with pathetic arguments being made against it, and apparently THE UN Security Council is under pressure to suspend the International Criminal Court's prosecution of Bashir according to a report in the Economist, which I reported here last week.
The charges may be dropped because, of the Security Council's five permanent members, three – China, Russia and the United States—refused to sign up to the International Criminal Court. Coincidentally Russia and China have huge financial interests in Sudan and are actively supporting the regime, and in-directly the genocide. I reported on this before – China is Fueling the War in Darfur.
the 53-member African Union (AU) and the 56-member Organization of the Islamic Conference (OIC) have also demanded that the Security Council suspend proceedings against Mr Bashir. As the author of the Economist article rightly points out several members of the AU abd OIC, "no doubt fearing that it could be their turn next", to face the International Criminal Courts.
It is also interesting that Republican vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin in her electioneering today accused Obama of "palling around with terrorists". She could equally suggest that, by their unwillingness to act to stop what they themselves describe as genocide, the republican party, the President, and the United states are also guilty of "palling around with terrorists."


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Classic Transfer Pricing Case: Canada v. General Electric Capital Canada Inc. 2010 (Part III)Par Robert Robillard - 2 juin 2014
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In Canada v. General Electric Capital Canada Inc., 2010 FCA 344 (CanLII), the Federal Court of Appeal maintains the decision of the Tax Court of Canada. The assessments against CANCO are vacated. The guarantee fees paid to USCO does « not exceed the amount which a person dealing at arm's length person would have paid in similar circumstances. »
« [1] This is an appeal from a decision by Hogan J. of the Tax Court of Canada (the Tax Court Judge), vacating assessments issued by the Minister of National Revenue (the Minister) against General Electric Capital Canada Inc. (the respondent) pursuant to Parts I and XIII of the Income Tax Act, R.S.C. 1985, c. 1 (5th Supp) (the Act) with respect to its 1996 to 2000 taxation years.[2] The Part I assessments denied the full amount of the deductions claimed by the respondent in computing its income with respect to fees paid to General Electric Capital US (GECUS), its parent company, for guaranteeing its capital market borrowings on the basis that such fees would not have been paid by an arm's length party for the guarantee provided. The Part XIII assessments reflect consequential adjustments which result from the fees being deemed to be dividends in the hands of GECUS for purposes of Part XIII in such circumstances. [3] This case concerns the application of the now repealed subsection 69(2) and paragraphs 247(2)(a) and (c) which replace it. These provide the Minister with the authority to make transfer pricing adjustments where, inter alia, a taxpayer has paid to a non-resident person with whom it is not dealing at arm's length as payment for property or services an amount greater than the amount which a person dealing with an arm's length purchaser would have paid. [4] The Tax Court Judge found as a fact that the guarantee fees paid by the respondent to GECUS did not exceed the amount which a person dealing at arm's length person would have paid in similar circumstances. He therefore vacated the assessments. [5] The Crown contends that in so holding the Tax Court Judge committed a number of legal and factual errors. It asks this Court to allow the appeal on the basis that an arm's length party would not have paid the guarantee fee since it provided no value. Alternatively, it contends that the behaviour of the Tax Court Judge at trial was such as to give rise to a reasonable apprehension of bias against it. It asks that the matter be remitted for a new trial before a different judge. [6] For the reasons which follow, I am of the view that the appeal should be dismissed. »
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Canada v. General Electric Capital Canada Inc., 2010 FCA 344 (CanLII)
Canada c. Capital Générale Électrique du Canada Inc., 2010 CAF 344 (CanLII)
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The Threat to the Planet
The Weather Makers: How Man Is Changing the Climate and What It Means for Life on Earth
Field Notes from a Catastrophe: Man, Nature, and Climate Change
An Inconvenient Truth: The Planetary Emergency of Global Warming and What We Can Do About It
An Inconvenient Truth
Jim Hansen is Director of the NASA Goddard Institute for Space Studies and Adjunct Professor of Earth and Environmental Sciences at Columbia University's Earth Institute. His opinions are expressed here, he writes, "as personal views under the protection of the First Amendment of the United States Constitution."
Animals are on the run. Plants are migrating too. The Earth's creatures, save for one species, do not have thermostats in their living rooms that they can adjust for an optimum environment. Animals and plants are adapted to specific climate zones, and they can survive only when they are in those zones. Indeed, scientists often define climate zones by the vegetation and animal life that they support. Gardeners and bird watchers are well aware of this, and their handbooks contain maps of the zones in which a tree or flower can survive and the range of each bird species.
Those maps will have to be redrawn. Most people, mainly aware of larger day-to-day fluctuations in the weather, barely notice that climate, the average weather, is changing. In the 1980s I started to use colored dice that I hoped would help people understand global warming at an early stage. Of the six sides of the dice only two sides were red, or hot, representing the probability of having an unusually warm season during the years between 1951 and 1980. By the first decade of the twenty-first century, four sides were red. Just such an increase in the frequency of unusually warm seasons, in fact, has occurred. But most people—who have other things on their minds and can use thermostats—have taken little notice.
Animals have no choice, since their survival is at stake. Recently after appearing on television to discuss climate change, I received an e-mail from a man in northeast Arkansas: "I enjoyed your report on Sixty Minutes and commend your strength. I would like to tell you of an observation I have made. It is the armadillo. I had not seen one of these animals my entire life, until the last ten years. I drive the same forty-mile trip on the same road every day and have slowly watched these critters advance further north every year and they are not stopping. Every year they move several miles."
Armadillos appear to be pretty tough. Their mobility suggests that they have a good chance to keep up with the movement of their climate zone, and to be one of the surviving species. Of course, as they reach the city limits of St. Louis and Chicago, they may not be welcome. And their ingenuity may be taxed as they seek ways to ford rivers and multiple-lane highways.
Problems are greater for other species, as Tim Flannery, a well-known Australian mammalogist and conservationist, makes clear in The Weather Makers. Ecosystems are based on interdependencies—between, for example, flower and pollinator, hunter and hunted, grazers and plant life—so the less…
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Shhhh... don't tell the girls but look where we're going (updated again)!
This is the year Gwen and Maddy start Kindergarten so it's our last chance (for 13 years) to plan a mini vacation without having to work around school schedules. We love Disneyland and thought Florida in late February would be the perfect time to visit the Magic Kingdom. We'll be there from 2/27 to 3/2.
So far,
four ten twelve fourteen other families from the China Adoption Community are meeting us there and I wanted to make sure to let our other Florida (or East Coast) friends know we're coming so they could join us too. Leave a comment or email me if you'd like to join all of us!
The girls don't know we're going to Disney World but they do know that we're staying in a fun hotel with bunk beds and wild animals wandering around outside our windows! They are soooo excited about the prospect of standing on the balcony and being nose to nose with a giraffe! Just wait until they find out they're going to have dinner with Tigger and Pooh too!
Ahhhh... and people wonder why they call this the happiest place on earth?
Here's a list of blogs for the families who are attending. Not everyone has a blog though and some have more than one! It's not too late to join us. Send me an email (or leave a comment) and I'll write back and let you know when and where we're meeting.
- http://abcdfamilylife.blogspot.com
- http://chopsticks-and-tabouli.blogspot.com/
- http://jamails.blogspot.com/
- http://piperfamilyblog.blogspot.com/
- http://quizicalfrog.blogspot.com/
- http://thestoryofyou.net/CatherineAnne.html
- http://www.journeytoannalisa.blogspot.com/
- http://babystepstohannah.blogspot.com/
- http://www.twotwinterrors.blogspot.com/
- http://www.ashermeanshappy.blogspot.com/
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I wrote this tutorial on exploiting an SEH based vulnerability in Vulnserver a while back and am just getting around to posting a link for it here now that some formatting issues have been sorted. Its at the InfoSec Institute site once more.
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
SEH Based Buffer Overflow Tutorial for Vulnserver
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Mia Loves Henry Miller – Letter 52 – A New Path in Life, Wedding Anniversaries, and Wonderful Memories
Photo of Me and my monkey named after Henry Miller doing a kinky, burlesque number
Dear Henry,
My grandchildren are fabulous and funny. – Erica Jong
My life has drastically changed ever since my granddaughter's father passed away on Mother's Day, 2013. My husband and I now have Little Miss M in our custody. Sometimes she is pure joy and other times she is full of mess and mischief. She is at daycare today. I finally have the time to write to you without any interruptions. Over the past five months, my life has been turned upside down. I never thought that I would be a guardian of a cute, charismatic toddler at my age. I don't get the time to do the things that make me truly happy, like writing on a regular basis, re-editing my first fifty letters to you, or painting at my nice, quiet artist loft in the cities, which I no longer have. However, I cannot imagine my life without Little Miss M, even though she can drive me nuts with her constant alien chatter, her cute yet mischievous ways, and her continuous movement. She also showers me with so much love and affection. It melts my heart and turns me into Mia Mush. Little Miss M kisses me until my breath is completely depleted. She makes me laugh even when I want to cry with frustration, because she is so adorable and charismatic. I watch her with joy and amusement. She does such silly things like dance, whenever she hears music. She's very entertaining, with a natural rhythm born in her soul.
Last night, an hour before our bed time, I was in the kitchen. Little Miss M and Mr. C were in the living room watching cartoons. I am getting sick of Curious George. I will scream with madness if I have to watch another episode on Netflix.
"Are you pooping?" I heard my husband ask Little Miss M, as I peered into our living room and observed Little Miss M squatting in the corner where her toys are located.
"Go away," Little Miss M ordered my husband, waving her tiny hand at him with annoyance.
"Are you pooping?" He asked again, as I wiped the kitchen counter top clean. I smirk with delight for a brief second and squish my noise up in disgust, knowing that I am going to have to change her diaper soon.
"I'm bine (fine)," Little Miss M demands, in her own, unrefined, toddler language. "Top (stop) it Bampa (grandpa)," She yells in irritation to Mr. C, once again waving her tiny hand at him.
"Are you pooping?" My husband asks again, peering over the rim his glasses, unable to conceal the smirk of beguilement on his distinguished face.
"Go away," Little Miss M insists again, shaking her head from side to side, her honey blonde wave of curls swishes from side to side. "No, I'm bine (fine). I'm not pooping," even though she was. Over the past several months we have come to learn well when Little Miss M is pooping.
"Come here, Little Miss Poopy Pants," I demanded after entering the living room, strutting in Little Miss M's direction, gulping down a lump of repugnance. I was not looking forward to changing another shitty diaper.
"I cannot wait until she is fully potty trained." I muttered softly to myself. We have been working on potty training Little Miss M for several months.
"No, I'm bine (fine). I'm bine," Little Miss M insists that her diaper is not full of smelly, stinky poop as I swoop her up in my arms and sniff at her butt like a mother dog.
"Yes, you were pooping," I reply, attempting not to giggle. "Let's go change your diaper. How come you did not tell me you needed to use the potty?" I ask, grinning largely, tickling Little Miss M's belly.
"I'm bine. I'm bine." She repeats, giggling loudly as I carry her off to the bedroom to change her dirty, smelly diaper. Little Miss M cannot stand the smell of her own shit. I always laugh when she gags profoundly when I am changing one of her dirty diapers. It gives me a little bit of satisfaction for having to do such a gross job. I should be gagging more than her, because I am downwind when I am changing Little Miss M's diaper.
"I will not change poopy diapers," Mr. C seriously stated a few days after Little Miss M came to live with us.
"Pussy," I thought inside my head, knowing that the dirty jobs like puking or pooping would always be my responsibility.
Most of my days are spent with Little Miss M. I am forever chasing after her, screaming or chanting the word, "no," as she discovers the cardboard box containing my Bristol Paper, Sharpie pens/markers and Prisma Color Markers, which I use to create art, or when she feeds her cupcakes to the dogs, or pulls them tortuously around the living room by their collars. Sometimes, it is not until hours afterwards when I bust my gut laughing at all the naughty things Little Miss Mel has done during our days together.
Most often, on the weekends, Mr. C and I take Little Miss Mel on an adventure. Sometimes it is the zoo, sometimes it is walking around the Minneapolis Lakes, sometimes it is driving to Duluth for Russ Kendall's Smoked Fish, and one of Betty's delicious Pies. Sometimes we visit the nearby park or go to the Mall of America. We took Little Miss M to the Minnesota State Fair this past August. It was fun to watch her enjoy some of the foods, like the deep fried cheese curds and pronto pups covered with large blobs of ketchup. Mr. C and I also love to observe people. My husband is a private detective and I have always been a writer, so observing others is something that we both enjoy doing together, ever since we first met. On the day we visited the Minnesota State Fair, the weather was extremely hot and humid, walking through thick crowds and observing extremely thick people shoveling fried food into their mouths, as if they had not eaten for days.
I love it when funny or peculiar events occur that stain the memories of that moment in time, inside my brain. An hour after we arrived at the State Fair, Mr. C, Little Miss M and I took retreat in the shade to rest for a bit. We walked past a very frustrated father and his two, naughty boys. The boys had been buckled into a large, double stroller designed to fit two children, until one of them escaped. His name was Archer. As Archer was running as fast as he could, away from his father and his brother who was still buckled into the stroller, I could hear his father yell, "Archer, get back here." The other brother had very light blond hair and wore black rimmed glasses, reminding me of the boy, Ralphie, from the classic movie, A Christmas Story, as he cheered Archer on. "Run Archer Run! Faster! Faster!" Soon, Archer was running even faster as his father chased after him. The chase ceased when the father heard his other son cheer Archer on. Suddenly he stopped and turned around, huffing and puffing. His face glowed red with frustration. The father was fuming with anger, stomping his feet in long, hurried strides towards the smirking boy in the over sized stroller.
The blonde boy with the black rimmed glasses immediately knew that he was in trouble. His pernicious smirk quickly fades when his father approaches the stroller, yelling and shaking the blonde boy with the black rimmed glasses. I thought to myself as I observed from a distance, "Now, that is a parent who does not sugar coat his discipline with calm, nauseating words. He is definitely old school. I also wondered why he did not continue to chase Archer who was now swallowed up by the large, flowing crowd. Where was Archer's mother?"
Before the father could loosen his grip on his mouthy child to scurry himself back into the crowd to find Archer, we hear frantic, female screams, who we assumed was Archer's mother, slicing through the thick crowd of people, and hot humid air. Her screams quickly escalated higher, transcending into a frantic pitch. "Archer! Archer! ARCHER! ARCHER!"
Mr. C and I turned our heads to look at one another. Our eyebrows are raised with disbelief at the family fiasco we observed. Our mouths were shaped like surprised little O's. Eventually, Archer was found. We witnessed his mother tugging hard upon Archer's ear, escorting her son back to the double seated stroller. Eventually Archer was buckled alongside his brother in the double stroller and his family disappeared into the flowing sea of people.
Mr. C pushed Little Miss M in her pink stroller, after our rest in the shade. We slowly made our way through the crowd of slow walking people. I was shocked at the people who walked against the crowd and stared them down with an evil stare when they would not get out of our way. At one point, I thought Mr. C was going to crash Little Miss M's stroller into a tall, fat, intoxicated man who would not move aside, as we continued to try to push our way through the herd of people. Mr. C grumbled with discontent. He mumbled under his breath a long string of rude comments directed at the intoxicated dumb ass; as we pushed our way past him. Little Miss M did not mind the crowd or the stupid, drunk people. She loves to be the center of attention. She smiled at everyone who passed us, waving her little, dainty hand like a princess on a parade float, saying, "hi," to everyone she saw, with bright eyes and an adorable smile.
Later, in the afternoon, we stopped near a bandstand where upbeat music was playing. I needed to change Little Miss M's soaking wet diaper. The restrooms were full, so we found a shady, discrete place in the park, not too far from the band stand.
"Hurry," Mr. C told me in an over protective tone, "I don't want any perverts staring at Little Miss M."
I did my best to change her diaper as quickly as I could. It was impossible. Little Miss M loves music, she loves to dance, and she loves to be the center of attention. When the cool breeze evaporated the wetness on Little Miss M's bare, little bottom, she quickly stood up and began to dance to the upbeat music. Her little feet shuffled, dancing quickly away from Mr. C and me. She moved so rapidly, I could not get a dry diaper on Little Miss M fast enough. It was a struggle to get Little Miss M back onto the blanket which we had spread out on the grass to change her diaper. Little Miss M continued to dance and wave at everyone nearby with her bare bottom exposed to everyone she greeted. She was definitely comfortable in her own skin.
When I finally put a dry diaper on Little Miss M, and her denim shorts back on, I shrugged my shoulders, grinning with embarrassment and said to Mr. C, who was very red in the face, "She's definitely a future burlesque star." We both laughed as we buckled Little Miss M back into her stroller, pushing our way through the crowd again. Little Miss M's head was bobbing up and down to the beat of the music, which continued to play at the bandstand. As it faded from our ears, Little Miss M continued to wave her hand, sitting in her stroller, smiling and greeting the people we passed in the hot, smelly crowd. Fried food lingered on people's breath and expelled a foul order from their dripping sweat. I often feel blessed that Little Miss M spices up our life. Our trip to the fair might have been dull without observing Little Miss M's reaction with the crowd.
In the beginning of Little Miss M's stay with us, I fought tooth and nail about having to be the guardian of a small child at my age. I had already gone through the growing pains of raising my children. It was like I was fighting to remain a float upon a torrential wave of unsettling emotions. The strong current of fight and resistance tugged me downward to drown in a hopeless sea. I did not want to sacrifice all that I have worked hard for, ever since my children became young adults. I fought the thoughts of having to possibly give up writing, art work, magic and burlesque. It was not until I finally surrendered to the moment, learning to enjoy my time with Little Miss M, when I discovered how to float and survive each minute in life. When I acquiesced to this new journey in my life, I felt more serene and stable.
In the beginning weeks of my new adventure with Little Miss M, I thought that I had to give up writing letters to you, my artwork and burlesque show, in order dedicate my time to care for Little Miss M. During the past several months I have learned to be creative in other ways, like creating homemade beads to create jewelry at a minimal cost, bake cupcakes, and sometimes find time to create a new art portrait, or write my letters to you, in small increments of my time. It may take me longer to create a new art piece or write a letter to you, Henry, but, eventually I complete a new art portrait, another letter, produce another burlesque show, and re-edit a few of the first fifty letters to you, so that I can eventually published it as a book. My projects often appears as a large task to me. I figure that if I can move a little bit further on a project whenever I find the time, it is better than wasting the moment doing something non-productive. Today, I feel joy again, as Little Miss M's in daycare for today, I have the silence of my day to serenade me like peaceful music as my fingers float quickly across my keyboard, writing this letter to you. I love the sensual sounds of the click-clack-clicks, when my fingers type fast sentences and quick paragraphs.
Fourteen years ago today, October 8, 2013, I wed my soul mate, Mr. C in Sin City. My divorce from Mr. D.A. had just been signed and finalized three days prior to us leaving for Last Vegas. I had been separated from my first husband for three years. He dragged his feet, consenting to a divorce. Mr. C and I originally had plans for a small wedding in the backyard of our beautiful, country home. Unfortunately, Mr. C was in a terrible car accident a few weeks before we were to be married. He was hit by a drunk driver. His injuries consisted of several ruptured disks in his neck and three broken ribs. Since I loved the city of Las Vegas and Mr. C had never traveled there, we decided to have an intimate wedding in Nevada.
"Why should we spend all of our money on feeding guests, pleasing friends and family, when we can go to Las Vegas and try to have a wonderful time and an intimate wedding, " I said to Mr. C, several days after his car accident, as he suffered in silence, watching television on the living room sofa. "I had a big wedding with Mr. D.A. and it was a disaster. I don't think that I can endure another disastrous wedding. You will love Las Vegas. Our time will be spent together, alone. We won't be worrying about pleasing everyone. It will be exciting and romantic."
"Sounds good to me," he replied, "I think your idea sounds wonderful."
"We have to celebrate life," I softly spoke, sitting next to the man I loved so deeply on the sofa. "Your life was almost taken in that accident. I don't know what I would do without you in my life. On the day we get married, I want you all to myself. I don't want to share you with anyone." I kissed Mr. C lovingly, passionately, and softly upon his lips.
"Your life could have been taken as well, "Mr. C replied. "On the night of the car accident, if you were not at home beading your wedding dress, and would have come a long with me when I picked my son up from the roller skating rink, you might be dead. The drunken asshole totally demolished the passenger side of the Time Machine. (That is what we called our Ford Tempo at the time). I don't think you would have lived through the accident. I am lucky to be alive. I am lucky to have you still in my life, darling."
"We need to celebrate life and buy our airline tickets as soon as possible," I replied as I got off the sofa, and began heading upstairs to use the land line in our office to call our friends and family to inform them about the change in our wedding plans. "I am going to need to buy a new, wedding dress. The hundreds of beads on the dress that I was diligently designing broke on the evening of your accident. It took me forever to sweep up all of those tiny beads. I can't believe that I had spent the last three months of my life creating that dress. It kind of sucks it did not turn out. I am pretty sure that I can purchase an inexpensive, beautiful dress in less than a week. Do we have the cash?"
Over the next week, I searched all over the Twin Cities to purchase an inexpensive, yet beautiful wedding dress. I wanted it to be off white. I kept a positive attitude during my shopping excursion. Since I have always had to live with having a small, financial budget, especially for clothing, I always came across the right garment for the right price. Sometimes I designed and sewed my own clothing. I was confident that I would discover the perfect, wedding dress in a second hand boutique, which I eventually discovered on Excelsior Boulevard. It was the color of champagne. The bust of this dress shimmered with beautiful beading. The back of the dress had numerous, satin covered buttons down the back of the dress, and a gorgeous, long train. It looked like a dress from a Cinderella story. I was grateful for the cost of this exquisite dress – $100.00. I love finding new treasures at a magical price.
We spent our first day in Las Vegas visiting all the Casinos on the strip, got our marriage license from the Clark County Courthouse, and was entertained in the evening with an elegant, erotic show at the Stardust Casino. As we toured Las Vegas, I loved witnessing the thrilled look in Mr. C's eyes as he observed Sin City for the first time. We stayed at the Golden Nugget Casino located on Fremont Street. It was close to the court house. Mr. C was excruciating pain due to his broken ribs, but he refused to permit his pain override his excitement. During the afternoon on our second day in Las Vegas I went to the Golden Nugget's Salon. I wanted my hair styled in an elegant, classic up do, before we got married. I felt like a sparkling Princess when the talented, hair dresser finally finished my hair, sprinkling a small amount of white glitter upon my barrel curls, and then lavished several of the bobby pins, which kept my smooth, neat, barrel curls in place, with white, iridescent pearls.
"I have an elaborate wedding dress with a lot of buttons on the back. Is there anyone in this casino who could help me button up my dress before my wedding ceremony?" I asked my hair dresser after I paid her for her service and tipped her very well.
An hour before we left for the wedding chapel, there was a knock on my door.
"Hello, Ma'am, I am here to button up your wedding dress," greeted a plump, hotel maid. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate. Her teeth glowed bright white. Her short, black, curly hair was sprinkled with grey.
"Come on in," I smiled. "Thank you so much for helping me," I said graciously, sighing with relief as I let the hotel maid in and closed the door behind her.
I had my dress on before she arrived. The only task for the hotel maid was to button the back of my dress. I felt a deep sense of love for my groom, and gratitude for the help I was receiving from the hotel maid as she started buttoning up the back of my wedding dress. I could not move. I could only observe Mr. C getting dressed into a pair of sharp, black dress pants, black suspenders, an off white dress shirt, and fancy black silk tie through a small crack in the bathroom door. When my dress was finally buttoned, and the long train on my dress was securely bustled up, Mr. C tipped the hotel maid well, for her assistance, prior to her walking out our hotel room door. She added magic to the beginning of our wedding night, creating a warm, kind, and maternal memory for me.
The first time I got married, I had to wear two wedding gowns – an American one, and a Korean one. I found it stressful to quickly change from one dress with another. It slowed down our wedding. By the time I had reached our wedding reception, the food had already been served to our guests and my wedding cake had been cut. I cried in the bathroom for almost an hour. On the day I wed my second husband, I felt no distress getting into this fairy tale gown. The hotel maid's aura was peaceful, kind and maternal. She made me feel serene and well taken care of.
My heart beat fast as I held Mr. C's hand in the elevator. I could hardly breathe. My palms were sweaty from nervousness.
"You have a beautiful bride."
"Thank you," I replied, to the middle – age gentleman who shared the elevator with us, blushing with abashment until we reached the hotel lobby. A shiny, black, four door Sedan was waiting for us, outside the glass front door of our hotel, to take us to the Chapel near the Riviera Casino. I had read on the internet that Whoopi Goldberg had been wed in this chapel. I love Whoopi Goldberg. I felt that this was our lucky chapel to be wedded in.
Our ceremony was quaint, classic, and exquisite. It did not feel like a cheesy, wedding ceremony on the Las Vegas' strip. It was romantic, uncomplicated and very intimate. Joyous tears pooled in Mr. C's and my eyes, as I walked calmly, elegantly, and slowly down the aisle towards him at the altar. I stared at his handsome face with love struck eyes as if he was were my main focal point while giving birth to a child. I felt hypnotized with every step I took closer to my groom, serenaded by the beautiful song composed and sung by Savage Garden, Truly, Madly, Deeply. When I arrived at Mr. C's side, the timeless melody of Jim Croce song, "Time in a bottle, projected from the stereo speakers. Mr. C firmly held my hand as we stared deeply and lovingly into each other's eyes until the beautiful song ended. When our short wedding ceremony was finished, Mr. C and I kissed each other with undying passion, projecting energy from the depths of our love, and our souls. On that afternoon, at the altar, we kissed – truly, madly, deeply.
When we returned to our hotel room, Mr. C helped me unbutton my dress and remove it, exposing my white laced lingerie. His kiss was warm, passionate and loving, when he gently reclined my body onto our hotel bed. We made love to each other for hours, despite the agony of Mr. C's broken ribs. I was pleasured with foreplay for a very long time, until Mr. C's diamond hard shaft drove deep within me, and we exploded with combustible rapture – our climax was mind-blowing. When our naked bodies unlocked from our embrace, my body immediately went weak, collapsing upon the bed. My soul felt electrified. My blood stream was hot and racy. My grin was so large, feeling like the luckiest woman alive. I knew that I would and could love Mr. C for the rest of my life – truly, madly, deeply. After we recovered, we fed each other wedding cake. It was incredibly romantic.
I brought two dresses to wear on my wedding day and night in Las Vegas. After we made love, I no longer looked like a fairy tale princess. I appeared like a vixen cloaked in a sexy, short, black leather skirt and jacket, black, thigh high, fishnet stockings, a black garter and matching bra, as well as knee high, black leather boots. Mr. C wore faded Levi's, and the off white dress shirt he wore at our wedding ceremony. When we walked outside of our hotel we were astounded by the light show on Fremont Avenue. The walk ways on Fremont Avenue was crowded, full of tourists, the homeless, scam artists and soulful musicians. Mr. C and I watched in awe at the assortment of people. It was a wonderful way to start our new life together as man and wife.
Our Wedding Night
I remember it well beneath the Vegas lights,
It was mid October when we two lovers wed,
Thereafter we made love upon our hotel bed,
O' how he made sweet love to me!
I remember it all so well-our fairytale like night.
It was simple, yet, so perfect, as if wedded in a dream.
My pulse quickened standing at the altar, hand in hand,
My hand wrapped in his hand,
His hand held by my hand,
It was there upon my lips he kissed me,
In silence we stood as if frozen, hour glass sand,
And time stood still upon this dreamy scene.
Before him I stood with pearls in my hair,
Laced within my tresses of auburn hair,
So love struck in his eyes I stared,
"I Do," I heard his heart confess to me,
"My darling," I said touching his face with care,
"My heart will be yours for eternity."
We whispered our vows beneath the Vegas lights,
Thereafter we watched the Fremont Show of lights
Together we stood hand in hand in love, that special night
Husband and wife, him and me
I'll never forget that romantic, desert night
It was as if it were a fairytale in some kind of dream.
Author, Mia
On the last day in Las Vegas we visited the MGM Grand Hotel. I have always enjoyed Frank Baum's legendary story, The Wizard of Oz. The gift shop was full of memorabilia from the movie. I have always been a book lover and squealed with delight when I saw the hardcover book, authored by Frank Baum's great grandson, Roger S. Baum, The Lion of Oz and the Badge of Courage. When I saw Roger S. Baum autographing his book for a few other fans, I knew that I had to purchase a copy. I was overjoyed that I was going to get an autographed copy. Ever since Mr. C and I met, our lives were like magic. We were always in the right place at the right time. The author projected a warm aura as I told him how important the metaphorical messages from the story, The Wizard of Oz, had impacted my life at a young age. I told him that I even had a dog named Toto when I was very young. We talked for awhile about writing, poetry and life experiences. Roger S. Baum was down the earth, warm and friendly. I loved my visit with him.
Ten years later, Mr. C and I returned to Las Vegas to celebrate our ten year wedding anniversary. We stayed at the Hilton. After my divorce from Mr. D.A. (my first husband), my visit to Sam Dimas, California and meeting Mr. California Man, I was extremely passionate about the music from Andrew Lloyd Webber's, The Phantom of the Opera. I love to create art listening to the passionate, operatic music on several CD's. Before I met my second husband, Mr. C, I had told myself that I would marry the man who took me to see the production of The Phantom of the Opera. A few months after Mr. C and I met, he surprised me with two tickets for The Phantom of the Opera, playing at the Orpheum Theater in Minneapolis. He even searched every store in the Twin Cities to purchase my first pair of black satin, over the elbow, gloves which matched my long, black velvet evening dress. I cried with joy during the entire production, because I could not believe that I was finally seeing The Phantom of the Opera for the first time in my life. I had only dreamed about my seeing The Phantom of the Opera.
Mr. C treated me like a princess ever since we met. He wanted to transcend each one of my life fantasies and erotic fantasies into a reality. The fingertips of my black satin gloves were damp from my tears when the curtain came down when the amazing production was finished. I had pools of tears in my eyes when we exited the Orpheum Theater and walked onto Hennepin Avenue. I was grateful for the warm, summer breeze, which quickly evaporated the tears which glistened with wetness on my cheeks.
On our ten year wedding anniversary, I had booked airline tickets to Las Vegas and VIP tickets to see the Phantom of the Opera at the Venetian Hotel. We desperately needed to get away for some quality time together. We were living with Mr. C's mother, taking care of her needs prior to her death and living with my youngest, teenage daughter, who could be a whirlwind of stress and frustration. Prior to seeing the show, Mr. C and I had amazing, mind blowing sex. We spent a few hours in our hotel prior to getting ready to see The Phantom of the Opera. My heart beat raced with escalating titillation. I gasped with arousal and shocked surprise when Mr. C unexpectedly flipped my naked body onto the bed face down. My ass projected upward, anxious for a good spanking. My back curled with anticipation when I felt Mr. C pull the back of my long, black hair. My head arched backwards and my mouth opened, exhaling a highly aroused moan. My pants of hot, stimulated breath quickened, my erotogenic moans heightened, and my sex rained with hot moisture when Mr. C's hand eventually spanked my bare buttocks several times. My ass jutted backwards in his direction, pleading for more kinky strikes of his hand. After ten years of marriage, he knew how to inflict pain with a perfect rhythm and dominating firmness. I still get wet with arousal thinking about how his several of his fingers plowed into me after striking my ass, twisting, wiggling and thrusting deep with me. My pink, swollen, wet walls of flesh tightened voraciously around my husband's fingers. I thrust my hips downward, plunging Mr. C's fingers deeper into me. My body tingled with electricity. My mind buzzed with a stimulating high. I could not contain my excitement or multiple orgasms. My body convulsed and my chest heaved repetitiously. I felt dizzy and delirious. My wet, warm lust gushed like a fast running kitchen faucet onto Mr. C's hands when his virile fingers curled and pressed up onto my eager g-spot.
"Oh My God, Oh My God, OH MY GOD! This feels so goddamn good!
As quick as a fox disappears into the woods when they see humans, my husband withdraws his fingers, increasing my desire for sexual satisfaction. I sighed with discontent seconds before Mr. C quickly flips me onto my back and spread my legs far apart with his strong thighs. I sucked in a mouthful of air. I sounded like a boiling tea pot, exhaling hot hisses of lust when Mr. C firmly grabbed my wrists with his, forcing them above my head. I surrender easily to his will. I always surrendered to his will. I am a submissive slut. My stomach flutters with anticipation when Mr. C's mouth presses hard upon mine until it opens. Our tongues twist together with erotic fervor and languished gluttony. Our breath interlaces. Our souls intermingle. Our heartbeats galloped with a unified, frenzied rhythm.
I loudly gasped for air once again, when Mr. C's mouth traveled southward, halting at the Y between my legs. His adept fingers spread my swollen labia far apart until he could locate the stiff stem inside my glistening, pink flower. His tongue sucked and licked my clitoris – sometimes slow and soft – sometimes fast and hard. Sometimes my leg twitched from the intensity. Raw, passionate electricity traveled up and down my spine like a Jacob's ladder. My toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure I was receiving. My hips thrust downward when his tongue plunged into my soaking wet aperture. I wanted to feel him deep within. I covered my mouth with one of my hands to silence my screams of bliss, when his fingers replaced his tongue, reaching, thrusting, and exploring deep within me. Bolts of electricity overwhelmed my senses when his fingers pressed and wiggled hard upon my g-spot. His tongue continued to tease and torture my clitoris as his fingers played a rapacious melody deep within me. A deluge of my wetness gushes from my over stimulated sex, soaking Mr. C's hand and face. His tongue continued lapping up my overheated liquid of lust.
"Fuck me please," I desperately pleaded. "Fuck me, fuck me."
Soon the headboard of the bed began to crash into the hotel wall. Thump, thump, thump. My legs were wrapped tightly around my husband's body, guiding his thrusts deeper and faster into me.
"Oh God, this feels so fucking good," I moaned. The headboard continued to bump against the wall. Thump! Thump! Thump! My eyes rolled upward with bliss. I felt intoxicated with rushing adrenaline. My vision blurred. My fingers gripped tighter upon the bed sheets. Mr. C is a fucking machine. He does not orgasm easily. Before Mr. C can ejaculate, I cannot hold back any longer, and I surrender to a divine string of long, hard, multiple orgasms. My body trembles like an earthquake's aftershock. I cannot withstand the intensity any longer. Mr. C continues to drive me insane, thrusting harder and harder into me.
"Please …stop. I can't take no more. Please, please." But he does not hear my request. Or, he is ignoring them. His cock plows deeper and faster inside me. This feels fucking fantastic. However, the intensity is driving me completely mad. My vaginal walls constrict and loosen around his hard shaft, over and over again. I concentrate on my breathing to endure the pleasure which rapidly transcended into extreme agony.
"I want to suck your cock," I begged, hoping this erotic torture will end soon. I did not think that I could withstand this blissful agony much longer. I could hardly breathe. I felt over stimulated and my muscles were weak like cooked noodles. My heart beat fast and furious. My senses were overwhelmed, on the verge of short circuiting. Soon after Mr. C pushed my sexual limits way over the edge of insane ecstasy, his body dismounts me. His overheated body collapsed with exhaustion upon our hotel bed. His naked, muscular chest heaved up and down, glistening with beads of salty sweat, his mouth gasping for air, and his cock still hard and erect. I wanted him to feel as much pleasure as I had when I engulf his glossy, wet, erect shaft into my mouth. His musky order floated into my nostrils. The tip of his cock pushed against my tonsils. His salty excitement slipped down my throat. My tongue glided the tip of his cock back to my wet lips. It slithered against his smooth tip for awhile before I swallowed him into my mouth again. I shut my eyes, continuing to hypnotically retract and withdraw his cock in and out of my covetous mouth, until Mr. C's finally ejaculated. I smiled with satisfaction when the spout on the tip of his cock spurted with hot semen, as if a volcano erupting.
"You still have the magic touch, darling," I uttered with raspy breath after collapsing upon the bed again. My limbs were still weak as I rested on my back. My body trembled with orgasmic aftershock. Mr. C and I were side by side, attempting to catch our breath. My naked, small and perk bosoms heaved up and down as my body tried to cool down. His penis withered and his muscular chest heaved up and down as well.
"I love you," Mr. C replied before we drifted off to sleep for an hour.
Later that evening we took a taxi cab to the Venetian Hotel. Mr. C was dressed in a sharp suit and I was wearing a black cocktail dress with excruciating, shiny, black high heeled pumps. It was amazing to be seated in the second row, completely mesmerized by the astounding production. The first time we saw the Phantom of the Opera, we could not afford seats so close to the stage. I felt fortunate to be able to purchase VIP tickets. Once again, I was in awe and hypnotized by the passionate music and theatrical production.
Afterwards, we got to meet the Phantom back stage. He was taking off his make-up when we entered his dressing room. I was ecstatic to meet him and tour the stage. After the actor playing the Phantom finished removing his make-up, we walked through the corridors back stage with a small group of people who also had purchased VIP tickets. Many of them had brought cameras and wanted their photo taken with the talented, handsome actor. It never crossed Mr. C's and my mind to bring a camera. The actor appeared disappointed that we did not want our photo taken with him. He insisted that we take a photo with him with Mr. C's camera on his new phone. Mr. C works as an executive protection guard and we have met many big named celebrities. We are not the type of people who are highly thrilled or in extreme awe of someone in the spotlight of fame. We did not mean to insult the actor's ego.
However, I was in awe when we were on stage and saw all the trap doors and stage props and were told how they worked. I have always loved the theater ever since I was a little girl. Having the opportunity to see the stage, trap doors and astounding props thrilled me. Having VIP tickets to see The Phantom of the Opera was the perfect way to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary. The memory of our vacation in Las Vegas will be remembered forever in my mind. I love to live life and experience new places, creating new, marvelous memories. I would prefer to spend my money on an experience rather than a material item. For a writer such as myself; experiencing life and new adventures is like gold to me.
I must end this letter, Henry. Little Miss M is begging me to take her to the park.
Bisous, Mon Amour
"Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection. "- Lawrence Durrell