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Well, that time has come, the time I was dreading. I drove up the lane, saw the "For Sale" sign, and burst into tears. I didn't expect it until Friday :(
I love my house, I hope whoever buys it feels the same. My house has a heart and a soul, it has kept me safe and it's my sanctuary.
Can't stop crying.... soft sod !!
A neighbor of ours recently found out that she has bladder cancer. I went to her house today to drop off some mail that accidentally got delivered to our house, and I noticed that their welcome sign was broken like this. It made me sad, reminding me of how heartbroken she and her family must have felt when they heard the bad news.
Before I went back home, I fixed their sign. Hopefully she can beat the cancer, and they'll be able to fix their heartbreak as well.
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My grandma used to always tell me: "You have to Prepare for the worst, hope for the best....and expect the unexpected." That advice...has stayed with me...ever since she first said it to me.
Expect the unexpected..that part rings in my ears..
I'm at home....not even fully dressed....when I hear a knock on my door. My son runs to open it and some random dude is there...he ask's me for my name and then serves me with papers. I was sooo embarrassed. I couldn't even get up to grab the papers..so this dude has to walk in my house....and serve me with EFFIN' papers. My ex.....him and his damn perfect timing.....sometimes I sware he has a camera that follows me everywhere I go and whenever the perfect time comes up...he strikes. He beats me down with more of his indifference and indecision. Nothing that he told me...was in these papers...in fact the papers were a complete and total mess....they spelled my son's name wrong......and even gave him the wrong friggin birthdate.....what the hell is that....what pisses me off is that my ex is the one giving him the information. What have I been fighting for then?? I feel like an idiot..I have fought for him to be in my son's life for sooooo long now....and now I feel like I have been betrayed and duped. Then my mom calls me and tells me that she is starting chemo tomorrow as well. I thought it was supposed to be just radiation.....now she starts chemo. Sometimes I Feel she isn't telling me something.
But you know what tomorrow is....MY birthday...so at this point....my birthday is going to suck. Yes...i'm being negative and right now I don't care. I am so livid....so heartbroken...I can hardly see str8.
every single time I start to get a footing....my foot is grabbed and I slip.
Maybe I am not making any sense right now...and I am sorry for that. But I needed to just get this off my chest....and I am so upset...
I need to eat something....but I can't...I have been crying my eyes out, but I don't want to. I need a moment to myself..but I am single mom and don't have that luxury...I need to get away...but no can do.
So here I am facing this head on......like a friggin champ.....but I feel like I have been beat to a pulp.
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John Paragon was Cassandra Peterson's writing partner for 27 years. Additionally, he wrote, and directed in a fair number of movies and tv. He was Jambi on Pee-Wee's Playhouse as well as the voice of Pterri.
My wife and me were heartbroken when we lost our last Boxer (Billie) two or three years back. We (I) vowed never to get another dog as we couldn't give it the life it needed.
However, we relented and we now have Bertie.
He is an 11 week old Cocker Spaniel and is now the ecntre of our world.
Luckily the grandchildren love him as much as we do.
Roll on sunny walks in the local woods.
RUNNING SAGE <3
I was heartbroken when BLM removed him from his wild home. Then he was adopted before I could get him and has spent several months in a tiny pen all alone, looking out at his family band running free & wild.
I finally met the adopter some months ago & told her I would always be there for him, if she ever had problems or wanted to sell him after she got title.
She called me a few days ago. Due to personal issues, she cannot care for him properly at this time and asked if I could still get him to the ranch with his 3 brothers.
I spoke to the loving advocate family at the ranch & they have all agreed whole heartedly that Running Sage should be able come home to the ranch & be reunited with his family band brothers! I am elated!!! At the adopters request, he will be loved & cared for there, as best I could ever wish for!
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Former Vivace location (now The Market House) entrance is just up the street here. Popular women's boutique Nouvelle Eve is where the Warehouse Sale sign is. M's is to the north, just out of the frame.
Frankie D. and Dirk Diggler spin the sweetest soul, sophisticated jazz, dirtiest funk with a splash of hip-hop at the Studio 80 in Amsterdam.
a couple weeks ago i cut off all my hair since i had been growing it out specifically for the wedding.
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Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
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Stephen Strathdee passed away suddenly on Friday December 14 2012 while skiing in Whistler's Harmony Bowl.
We have known one another for so many years... I look at my sets here on Flickr and so many of them are of photographs taken with Stephen. We had so many wonderful beautiful adventures together.
He truly was a kindred spirit.
Just last week we had been chatting about going skiing this past weekend, but his call never came.
Rest in peace my friend. The world lost a kind, generous and loving man.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
At the Solve memorial, intersection of Grand, Halsted, Milwaukee.
Contributions in SOLVE's name requested for the art department of Madison East High School.
Full detail of Solve's senseless death here
Frankie D. and Dirk Diggler spin the sweetest soul, sophisticated jazz, dirtiest funk with a splash of hip-hop at the Studio 80 in Amsterdam.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Hola^^ aqui actualizando :) esta vez les dejo un tratamiento que hice hace unas horas :) Esta vez elegí a la modelo Jessica Stam,que es una de mis modelos preferidas. Quise destacar los tonos rojos y oscuros asi como tambien mejorar la calidad de la imagen. Espero les guste :) Adioos. Floor :)
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The Family + Gail. April 2001 following mom's funeral
Here we are on the porch at Bill and Bev's after Mom's funeral. What a week. What a day. Frightened, heartbroken, loved, loving. Looking at this picture - it's strange that we are all smiling, even glowing. My love for my siblings is this inexplicable feeling of joy that we share when we are together. I guess it's that I can feel them. I know them by feeling their feelings with them. It's like, all together we make one complete person.
It took me so many years to digest this time period and to accept that Mom had gone forever. I had to come to terms with my Mother herself. She was herself, she was an icon, she was a part of me she was [as was my father] a larger than life person. My friend Diana said to me once, "My relationship with my Mother has gotten much better since she died."
I had a dream after she died. She came to the door and knocked. I opened it and was shocked to see her. I kept saying, "But I thought that you were dead." She never said anything, just walked around the house looking at things. She looked like she had looked at about 30. She was well dressed and beautiful. Then she looked at me and took me in her arms and hugged me. It felt like her. I could feel her body and I could also feel her feelings. I felt what it was to be her. Even in the dream, she smelled a certain way that was a signature. Then she turned around and walked out shutting the door. After that I stopped worrying about her so much. It's as though she was saying, "I'm okay." Our relationship continues.
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from Jane Hirshfield
The Present
I wanted to give you something —
no stone, clay, bracelet,
no edible leaf could pass through.
Even a molecule's fragrance by then too large.
Giving had been taken, as you soon would be.
Still, I offered the puffs of air shaped to meaning.
They remained air.
I offered memory on memory,
but what is memory that dies with the fallible inks?
I offered apology, sorrow, longing. I offered anger.
How fine is the mesh of death. You can almost see through it.
I stood on one side of the present, you stood on the other.
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Since I was a freshman in high school, there's only been one thing that I've wanted to do with my life. My first journalism class pointed me in the direction that my life was to go. From that day forward, journalism is what I've been working toward. Each day, something different comes along, showing me a different light. As a sports journalist, I have one of the best careers I could ever ask for. However, sometimes, a story will come along that just changes who you are. As a photographer, I'm often sent on different assignments that need special photography attention. Last Tuesday night, I attended Katelyn Norman's prom. She was a 14-year-old girl from LaFollette, TN that has battled cancer since she was 12. Three weeks ago, doctors told Katelyn there was nothing else they could do. At age 14, she created a bucket list. Her number one thing was to go to prom, and the day that was her's could not be. She was rushed to the hospital, just hours before her prom. However, she told her friends to have the prom anyway. Her crown and sash laid on a table in her honor, as the queen was not there to wear it. Prom came to her, however, as she was in East Tennessee Children's Hospital, where nurses and their daughters held a prom. Her story was picked up by New York papers, ABC News, and even People magazine. On Friday, March 29, Katelyn lost her battle with cancer at age 14. Her story and her struggle will live on forever, however, as she was known as a strong fighter. I've covered sports, college athletes, and even state champions, but all of those pale in comparison to the fight in Katelyn Norman. #LiveLikeKate
Heartbroken by the outlook of her future, a young student protests for Youth For Climate in Antwerp, Belgium.
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Peggy... *sigh* :D
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“To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest”
delicious, moist, shredded beef on soft corn tortillas
[ Sadly, Dora's is closed now. I'm heartbroken :'( ]
And just like that, the chapter of my life in Santa Ramona came to a close. I'm heartbroken, I love this place, and some of the people and connections I've made here, but, once again, I'm moving. To where, I don't know. Thanks for the memories, Santa Ramona. Some were good, some were bad. I'm going to miss my creepy, demonically haunted little house on the hill. For all its foibles, the place fit me like a glove. I guess it's back to living at the horse yard again until I figure out the next step of my journey. At least this time I'm not down to just $50 in my pocket, and instead have a steady float of about $5m. But was rubbing my shoulders with the rich and the famous worth the stress for getting back to the kind of finances I took for granted as a teenager? I don't know.