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Fell asleep putting my son to sleep but woke up with enough time to post (I hope)!
6x12 using my scraps.
Bought two suitcases load of books back home from Roodkee. Had a hell of a time lifting them from ISBT-Delhi to New-Delhi-Station
CVSE's Corey VanOverschot from the Vernon Scale and Mike Gustavson from Kelowna volunteered their time on Oct 7 (2015) in Lumby to collect and weigh food donations for their local food bank.
CVSE staff, along with local emergency services organizations, drove throughout the community with their emergency equipment activated, collecting more than 7500 lbs of food.
1998 International,9300. 2 million miles and still have the original hood and most of the paint. She has some battle scars, but held together with blood and sweat. I pulled the plastic of the truck and turned the wrenches on it from the day it hit the dealer ship, then bought it off the guy who had it and put the first three hundred thousand miles on it. I have drove, bled, and turn the wrenches on it ever since. I have redone the interior, customized it to be like no other. It has a 525 Cummins, 18 speed transmission and pulls either a 2001 Wilson cow wagon or 53 foot step deck pulling mostly hay.
An excursion to the south of the island of Mauritius ...
From Wikipedia -
Ganga Talao (Hindi: गङ तलओ; also known as Grand Bassin) is a crater lake situated in a secluded mountain area in the district of Savanne, deep in the heart of Mauritius. It is about 1800 feet above sea level. The first group of pilgrims who went to Ganga Talao were from the village of Triolet and it was led by Pandit Giri Gossayne from Terre Rouge in 1898.
It is considered the most sacred Hindu place in Mauritius.
There is a temple dedicated to Lord Shiva and other Gods including Lord Hanuman, Goddess Lakshmi, and others along the Grand Bassin. During Shivaratri, many pilgrims in Mauritius walk bare feet from their homes to the lake.
Wagons are loaded with coal from the conveyor belts at Sikulje from the nearby open cast mine, whilst in the distance, Kriegslok locomotive 33-236 waits to shunt them into position for despatch to the Tuzla power station. This will be done by a 661 series Kennedy diesel locomotive. Sikulje, Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina.
A large crane lowers an NTAF fuel oil rail tanker onto a Freightliner with low loader at Enfield rail yard in Sydney.
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Spencer Breech Loading Rifle
Serbian Mauser Milavanovicz Carbine M1878/80
French Kropatschek Marine Model 1884
Italian Mannlicher Model 1886
German Mauser Model 1871/84
Turkish Mauser Model 1887
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U.S. Henry Model 1860
Portuguese Kropatschek 1875
Swiss Vetterli Model 1881
Austrian Fruhwirth (Kropatschek) Gendarmerie 1884
Japanese Murata Type 20
Italian Vetterli Vitali Rifle Model 1871/74
Portuguese Kropatschek Model 1886
I wasn't sure where to go with this one for a while but then it came to me- I snapped some quick photos and a couple of screen grabs. I find my Fitbit super motivating and try and get 10000 steps each day!
Loader presentation is for any website or for application as well to give background design element. Download an editable PSP source of loader in deep gray background Colors.
Ammunition awaits loading and firing June 26, 2013, during the 2013 U.S. Army Reserve Best Warrior Competition M-4 nighttime event at Fort McCoy, WI. (Photo by SSG Gary Hawkins)
13 coach loads of police to evict 250 students occupying the Senate Building in 1975
From The Warwick Boar
"Nobody could believe it. That in the most obvious comment concerning reaction inside Senate House as the 12 police coaches rolled up along the ring-road.
For the previous hour the atmosphere had been decidedly tense. It was, I imagine, like the atmosphere inside a Wembley dressing-room on Cup Final Day. The forced jokes and sick humour were well in evidence
A member of the Executive told us to remain cool and calm, and a budding comedian remarked "but don't get collected."
Rumour had got round that 30 to 40 police were turning up. The rumour in an ironic way helped the situation inside the building.
Various "scouting-parties" had gone out to Fletchamstead Highway Police Station to see how the forces were massing. The last car returned very rapidly, and the driver reported that a small number of coaches, vans and cars were waiting by the rugby ground opposite Canley College.
From that point onwards,the occupiers were prepared. Sleeping bags were collected and any doubts about whether this was yet another false alarm were dispelled.
The occupiers kept up a constant telephone link with the other occupied building,the telephone exchange. This link proved unnecessary.
At 7.30 exactly, a simultaneously eviction of the two buildings took place. As an observer inside the occupation, the general participant feeling was one of incredulity.
12 police coaches pulled ceremoniously along the ring road in front of WhitefieIds. Some people laughed, but it was the laughter of people who felt sick in the stomach. We counted the coaches as if we were boxing-match referees, and by 10 we had decided "out".
None of the people named in the writ were in occupation when the police came; this was fortunate, as the senior police office who came to the door of the Senate House were looking searchingly into the interior of the building. All they could see were worried students looking out at them!
A member of the Executive went out to inform the police of our request for them to wait for five minutes whilst all our possessions were gathered together. In effect, these five minutes were only a token shew of bravado, as everybody had their sleeping bags very ready anyway.
So we trooped out, orderly, quietly and with our sense of humour restored. When people realized no arrests were being made, the tension relaxed and the ludicrous ness of the situation began to dawn on the occupiers.
This feeling was increased when it was evident that the police were powerless to stop us marching 20 yards into the Arts Centre. The television cameras gave us a further sense of our role as passive participants in a Keystone Kops - style farce.
Temporarily we were heroes -and this contrasted to the fears of martyrdom that had been rampant earlier. Even the "hotheads" of earlier in the morning had realized that such a massive show of police "strength" was in our favour, and any retaliation could be suicidal, and not only counter-productive.
As the last people left the building, accompanied by police jeers, the police moved in, to presumably check that nobody was laying in hiding for them (they must have been joking).
The riot shields were put away, the police remounted their coaches and rode gallantly into the rising sun.
The Telephone Exchangers arrived in the Arts Centre with their story. Two coaches turned up and didn't even need to empty as the occupiers, outnumbered 10 to 1 raised the white flag (as opposed to the red and black which had previously been on show) and again left peacefully.
And so ended the occupation Pt 1."
The scene at Budapest, Budagyöngye in March 2023, where a brace of BKK Line 61 services were respectively loading passengers and heading away. Tatra T5C5K2 unit 4025 was leading the loading service and 4104 was at the rear of the Hűvösvölgy bound service.
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This was a 10 minute layout. I used three sheets of PP from a 6x6 tablet. There is about 1/2 inch of each color left over. Score!
As soon as I made this page, I started thinking about the date the photo was taken (January 29, 2008) and realized it was not quite two months after a shooting at the mall. So this page became a two-page layout. Page two has my two blog posts from December 5-6, 2007. The links will be on that page. It 's surreal that it all happened.
CS TPS, PP LB, Stickers Webster's Pages, LB, Brad BG
Mall Days
Those days when we had nothing scheduled, yet we were itching to get out of the house, those were mall days. I would meet up with another mom - someone from MOMS Club, Gymboree or Sammie’s dance class, or no one at all - and we would go to the play area at the mall. There were two malls near us - Oakview had a decent play area but there was an awful pattern of random kids getting “dropped off” (aka unsupervised) while the parents shopped. (I’m not kidding.) We would only go there if we wanted to shop afterward or meet for lunch. Or we were feeling lazy; it was a lot closer to our houses. Many times we would meet at Westroads. The play area at this mall was out of the way and clearly meant for younger children. Plus, the play area was across a small walkway from Scooter’s coffeeshop (Caramelicious please!). That was always the first stop before playtime. I even remember bribing my kids with playtime and Goldfish crackers if they could stay by my side and wait for my coffee. (AS IF we weren’t going to stay and play. Ha!) I loved sitting and watching the kids run, jump, play, make-believe and make new friends. We moms, whether we knew each other or not, would sit and chat, sharing stories of motherhood and sleep/shower deprivation. It’s amazing the things complete strangers would tell each other - but we were all the same. Moms. Out and about with our kids. 1.29.08