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Must have got distracted... This is another tree pic, clearly because its my natural habitat. Took this a week or so ago on a really rainy day, the pic doesnt show my utter retched soakingness, which is probally for the best.
Ascending Mt Kilimanjaro via Machame Route
Day 3, Leg 3
The road to the summit. At this point "pole pole" was no "pole pole" enough for me. I hadn't slept properly in 4 nights by this point, and I hadn't eaten anything the night before because just looking at food made me want to retch.
(l-r) Sarah Santora - Marlboro CSD, Joe Pesavento - Marlboro FA, Maria Neira & Lucinda Retcho - Marlboro CSD.
Yesterday's entry- We're on our way down to kyoto from hakodate today. It starts at 7am and we arrive at abt 4+, changing trains twice. We're abt 15min from tokyo by shinkansen, n I'm seated between Shi and Mr. Ultra-strong-pimple-cream-almost-bleachy-with-plum-smell. Oh, fresh air, how i miss u. Thank goodness we change trains at tokyo. So anyways, I try to face Shi's end more often to avoid retching n its not to bad a view as well. Across the aisle, hit no. 2 in orange sweater is seated. He ain't that good looking but pleasant enough. Bright summer colors n strong looking back. Stylish headporter bag n adidas shoes with nice black-almost-like-armani-specs. We're now just 1 hr away from kyoto n Gifu is damn beautiful. Old jap houses amongst mountains- rustic n charming. We're now in kyoto. Love my room at the ryokan. Nite.
I was asked today whether I would ever consider leaving New Zealand because of the dreadful weather. It was a powerful question to ponder as I watched the retched rain pummel down creating mini lakes around the house and the gale force gusty wind causing the trees to bow. On balance I think not, although I reserve a woman’s right to change her mind if this weather gets any wetter.
No doubt we could do with a break in this winter. It’s wetter than ever I remember and it’s not a good feeling. The golden sunshine of last weekend was a precious moment to enjoy. Even the basset took their miserable looks out to play in the sun. This is the look of two tired and exasperated hounds patiently waiting for us to finish our latest gardening project. More on that tomorrow.
Aside from the bad weather the bassets are having a bad run of luck too. Fortnum is still nursing a poorly paw although getting stronger and ripe for a return to full walking duties. Little basset has become our latest worry and has given us more than one sleepless night this week. He’s been suffering from an unknown skin allergy which has not responded to treatment and has forced some secondary infections. Our poor little Basset was in a right manic pickle last night causing higher than usually level of worry. A swift visit to see our lovely vets had brought things back in balance and Mason is back more like his usual self.
What with the rotten weather and basset ailments we could certainly do with a break.
Who, as I tried to tell Dszuc the other day, were not only barking (more than smelling) quite aggressively while taking this picture, as Anne started posing they shifted to retching noises. As in, the kind of retching noises we might have made as teens when explaining what it sounds like to throw up. From this rock is coming a loud loud bghhhhltegghhh noise from a few of the seals. Lovely vacation picture, folks! See Annie smile!
Wedding Damage Report
1) Kia Royale
2) Straight champagne
3) White wine
4) Red wine
5) Champagne (toasts)
6) White wine
7) Rum and Coke
8) Lager
9) Glenfiiddich
Outcome: pass out, 2 x voming, assorted retching, sleep by 8.30pm the following day
Day Twenty-seven. October 1st, 2010.
FINALLY.
October has graced us with its wondrous arrival. What better way to celebrate than with a photo shoot? Sadly, the retched sun was out and diffusing its hot air onto our planet. However, it has been chilly otherwise.
Model: Samantha.
Blue, glorious blue. It just stares at me from the book store shelves, calling me... 'buy me, buy me!' .. I can hear Bill Gates' laughter in some retched corner of my mind.
In the process of cleaning out the Mexican Restaurant we had to haul a ton of rotten food out to the dumpster. I dry heaved a couple of times, the smell was retched.
After I had one oyster, and almost retched from the texture (I really don't like it), Phuong dove into the stacks and stacks with some gusto!
Think you've seen everything? There are REAL snakes inside. Just thinking about it makes me want to retch.
DELINQUENTS!! SAVAGES!! Yesterday my dogs were attrociously awful disobedient retches! They distroyed the house TWICE, refused to listen and refused to come into the house when let out briefly during their punishments.
Somedays I feel it may be easier to have kids...then I remember I can kennel these guys and go about my business...
(retching noise)
"Did you really smoke them all?"
"Take a look in that little alley!"
(Blond boy of about 11 or 12 years old)
I was walking down that little alley and this is what I saw.
I took this while out to get some air, trying to avoid getting seasick. I never want to set foot on this type of ferry ever again! One person vomits, and the next thing you know, all you hear is retching. Ugh. And I can't even say it's a chain reaction, the ride was so rough.
NORTHRIDGE, CA - SEPTEMBER 06: Athena Retches [CQ] sits for a portrait for the Pride cover of The Sundial in the Photojournalism Lab photo studio on campus at Cal State University, Northridge in California State on Tuesday, Sept. 6, 2022 in Northridge, CA. (Taylor Arthur / For the Sundial )
Old Time Community Concert
Presented by the Bay Roberts Cultural Foundation
St. John the Evangelist Hall, Coley's Point
Bay Roberts, Newfoundland and Labardor
York Curiouser 2015
Starre Inn Passage
Who yaf me drynke? Life and death from a hole in the city -
Such thirst! What says the common ground.
hemmed and bounded, shit-strewn and leaky?
You're not welcome: the rivers are yours,
flavoured by your bodies; what flows from you,
returns to you: the wretched retching, retching wretched -
How the city drinks the dead down until its
walls overfloweth -
By John Wedgwood Clarke from In Between
John Wedgwood Clarke is a lecturer in creative writing at the University of Hull.
While they were the most exquisite confections she had ever laid eyes upon, Star recalled the retched rumors about the desserts from Oleander and Hellebore and could not bring herself to sample one morsel.
But surely no harm could come from one little bite.
My Numpty Mug is now occupying a singular place of honor, in front of my beloved MSU mug.
But the distinction will be short-lived. After this single ceremonial cuppa joe, it will be cleaned and used as a pencil holder.
I'll still have Numptiness on my mind every day, but I won't have to retch while drinking coffee.
The Gate in Newcastle hasn't been around for very long, maybe a year or so now (or longer - I lose track).
Anyway, it seems that every time I go there these days, usually to see a movie in the Odeon, I have to dodge someone staggering out of the door about to throw up. This happened on my last two visits, and although I successfully dodged the wild-eyed retchers in question, I'm not sure how long my luck's going to hold.