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For the Daily Dog Challenge -- 9/18 "Finally"
For Our Daily Challenge -- 9/18 "Out of Order"
For 365: The 2015 Edition -- 261/365
This afternoon, it wasn't just raining, it was downpouring when it was time to take the dogs out for turnout. I had the audacity to make them stand out in the rain until they actually took care of business, and Flattery was not happy. When we finally got back inside, everything was out of order in her world, and she let it be known.
You can read more about Flattery at TalesAndTails.com.
England is having a mild wet Christmas time so an image from last February with a little snow. This garden ornament I know is of dubious taste; Mary feels I had a lapse of judgement when I bought it. However I rather like Ollie the Owl who sits in front of our sun house something in his face makes me smile. He is tough too and has survived a number of falls : I blame Mary she blames next doors cat.
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Norma Kamali that is. I adore my new swimsuit. Girls, run to Norma Kamali and buy one. totally worth it. I had a hard time deciding which shot to post since they all looked good on account of the swimsuit. I decided on this one cause its fierce. haha. I am so not fierce.
A few of the usual suspects enjoyed a very tasty fish stew at a semi-sunny Summer veranda at Norrby yesterday evening. I consumed both beer, wine, whisky, rum, liqueur, and what have you, so it was good that I had a designated driver in Jujja.
The three Sindys left their six pastries for two minutes...
Purple Sindy: Two pastries each, what a tre... Hello!?
Pink Sindy: There's only five now!
Blue Sindy: I think I know where the sixth went. What say you little Blythe?
Little Blythe: It was the rabbit. *pointing*
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For the theme "Odd number" in the Blythe a Day group.
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Rabbit: Om nom nom, it was delicious!
(We all thought it was the little Blythe now didn't we?)
shot taken at the SF Zoo.
This image is dedicated to my father who was a veterinarian and encouraged my love of animals from a very young age. He allowed us a cat, a dog, a turtle, a hamster, a guinea pig, but when I asked for a monkey he drew the line. lol, cant say I blame him!
I truly believe that he would have truly enjoyed some of my animal portraits.
This one is for you Dad!
Day 175 of 365 days.
Just something simple, and I think it's quite pretty. I am rather frustrated the lack of respect kids have towards custodians, teachers, and lunch ladies. All they are is doing their job. Please don't blame them and swear under your breath. If you have a problem, go talk to them about it, and see if you can figure it out. I know there are some teachers I am not too fond of, but I still manage to give them respect, and figure out what I can do to solve it. Anyway, that little rant is done. I hope you all have a lovely night<3
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Blue-faced Honeyeaters, as you would expect, have brilliant blue patches around their eyes. Juveniles have green/yellow patches which they must grow out of. This young bird, seen at Indigiscapes had a definite orange cast to the patches. Clearly thinks it is my mistake.
Off to Toronto on holiday. In terms of conceptual stuff, I might be a little quiet until mid august. However, I am still hoping to post my 365 stuff from my iPhone if I can get wireless access. See you soon!
it's probably just the effect of couple of glasses of wine or whatever and I am happy to blame wine to clear my conscience, the shot goes directly against the grain of my self-imposed "do not photograph "things" " principle as it (seemingly) is a photograph of a "thing" " , no more no less, but my inner voice said "you can take it, it's ok" and I I have no idea why it is ok but I feel it is
the scene is in the middle of our 5 minute stroll from our stay to out local pub , taken obviously on the way back, which explains a lot I think
PS I got no clue what's inside of this fine establishment , I should visit some day
Blame it on the Goose
Got you feeling loose
Blame it on 'trón
Got you in the zone
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on the vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Tap
Got you feeling dizzy
Blame it on the alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
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For those who dont know Foster Blaine , he is an American poet at Poemhunter , who was not just critical about my poems but also of my being a poet.His remarks were racist, he felt only those who spoke English lived in America have a right to be called poets..
Well I dont blame him, knowing the overall attitude of American towards the sons of their soil the indegenous American Indians..I am only a Brown Indian ...during Moharam I become a Red Indian..
Some stone sculpted American women hearts would prefer to call me a Dead Indian..
I leave behind my verse to soothe their premature hopes and aspirations..
Cross eyed
tongue tied
toothless
rapturously
ruthless
Duck lipped
Togolese woman hipped
Gargantuan girth
Wordless worth
Walrus fold chin
A human dustbin
Demonically Dwarf legged
Embryonically egghead
Tyrannical
Mechanical
Prosaically boring
Prostituted reader
Outpouring
Sedentarily snoring
Fostered unblamed
unclaimed
Underscoring
Cavernous cavities
Rectal Rhapsodies
Transgendered
Exploring
On Indo Gangetic plains
Offshoring
An empty bag of wind
Made in USA
And so encouragingly
Adoring
Caiapahas like
Poem temple priest
Head made of Gold
Body of silver
And all held up
By mud bathed clay feet
One leg in the grave
This war headed
Poetic beast
An obituary in advance
Before he ends
As deceased
His scarred tarred soul
To the nether regions released
To say the least
Cybernetically we celebrate
Foster Blamed Feast
Last yet not the least
North by North East
635th poem
picture of me and Indian floral wreath of a death he could not cheath..
picture shot by Dr Friedritch of Austria
#firozeshakir
#buzznet
#beggarpoet
Blåmes Parus
Latinskt namn:
Parus caeruleus - vilket betyder, himmelsblå mes.
Typiska kännetecken:
12 cm. Huvudet är ljusblått och ansiktet till största delen vitt omgärdat av svarta band och streck. Vingarna och stjärten är mörkblå och undersidan gul, ibland med en antydan till mörk mittstrimma. Ryggen är mörkt grön. Båda könen mycket lika, men hanen har dock genomgående mörkare och klarare blå färg. Ungfåglarna har under sommaren gula kinder och ej så klara färger.
Finnes:
I löv- och blandskog, trädgårdar och parker. Förekommer allmänt i de södra och mellersta delarna av landet och i viss mån även i de norra delarna av landet.