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1. Sit down
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it
4. Tag 5 people to do the same
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You have been tagged!
Rules:
1. sit down.
2. take a picture of yourself right now. don't primp, just snap one!
3. upload it.
4. tag 5 people to do the same.
My wife took this pic of me just a couple of minutes ago.
the game:
1. sit down.
2. take a picture of yourself right now. don't primp, just snap one!
3. upload it.
4. tag 5 people to do the same.
that's all!
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We're Here - Cliche Saturday
A lot of the best days of my life were spent in a little unused bedroom with a sea foam painted closet and full length mirror. A rowdy bunch of girls spent countless hours in front of that mirror primping and preening for no reason at all.
While some sat cross legged on the floor perfecting their makeup, there would usually be someone resting on the old cedar chest at the foot of the bed. The chest was said to be haunted, and even I got the chills when I saw the very real fear on the faces of the two girls who grew up with it. But sometimes, and if it was daylight, we'd get brave and pull out their Dad's hat from the cedar chest. Giggles and cigarettes and a tube of Wet 'n Wild lipstick in Blackberry all made their way around the room alongside the hat. This was entertainment.
There were times those giggles got a little too loud. Blane, as mellow as he was, would have to put his foot down and tell us to be quiet. One day the door opened with an irritated old man asking us what was so funny. With the giggle-inducing substance safely hid behind her back, Blane's daughter blurted out a response mixed with laughter that can still put us all in a giggle fit today - though it really isn't funny at all. "Life. It's funny, Dad!"
Those words were even spoken at Blane's funeral not too long ago. They still made us laugh. We talked about trips to the casino in the old blue station wagon, how Blane served up pie ala mode with his funny southern accent, and the endless viewings of Gone with the Wind. And of course, we remembered the hat. :)
Photo taken by Ronald Gordon.
early 1940's
He took several photos at Lake Overholser in OKC, so I'm assuming that this one was shot there, too.
Primped up Ceylon and thought we would go take some pics at Backdrop City...Love this look.
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Been tagged by the lovely and talented Kerri
1. Sit down. (they say sit down, so I stand up!)
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one! (primp? what the hell is PRIMP?)
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 people to do the same. (I'm not much fun, I rarley do this)
5. Send to some silly group or whatever.......
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Some of the cricketing Chief Petty Officers and Petty Officers of HMS Ardent are seen 'firing a broadside' from the focsle in front of our 4.5" main gun using oranges instead of balls.
This was a pointed commentary regarding their views about the dodgy (crumbly, dry, juiceless) citrus fruit acquired during our stay in Mombasa, where they felt the Supply Department had badly let us all down! The Supply Department's view was that they had bought what was available, and agreed it wasn't the best... Although not quite as good a story as when I was aboard a US ship and the supply officer was getting a bit of a slagging at lunchtime (pretty normal - food complaints were often a major part of the lunchtime conversation) about the quality of the salad. Looking down the length of the table, he primped his salad with his knife and fork whilst responding to the banter, explaining how fresh it all was - unaware of the millipede trying to get off a lettuce leaf onto his fork!
This cricketing action was seen during hand-over ceremonies as we prepared to sail home with HMS Apollo and RFA Tidepool from our participation in Operation Armilla. We were being replaced by HMS Birmingham and HMS Rothesay and an RFA tanker that I cannot now remember. The stores ship RFA Fort Austin which had come out with us stayed on-station for their deployment.
Scanned from a negative.
So here I am primping in the car after becoming an early morning redhead with blinged out earrings. Such a girly girl.
The story you're about to read is based on a real event. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Locations have been changed to protect the curious.
Blues In the Night
"But I've been planning this hike for a month," Teddi complained, plopping on her sofa beside Seth, who was applying polish to his toenails.
"Dearest heart, land lightly!" Seth cautioned her. 'There is art in progress."
"I am so sorry, baby girl. You know I'd rather be in the woods with you, but I can't get off," Erebus apologized again.
"And that sentence, taken out of context, sounds so stalker-adjacent," remarked Seth conversationally, blowing on his toes.
"Seth, be a man and volunteer to go with me in Erebus' place," Teddi ordered Seth.
"Definitely a man, definitely not going with you on your freaky forest tour," Seth declined. "These feet are for delicate nibbles, not monster chomps."
"There aren't any monsters in Dash Point," argued Teddi.
"Then why are they dashing around, if you get my point?" countered Seth. "Besides, I have a date. Why do you think I'm primping?"
"You've always got a date," Teddi debated. "Why can't you pass on this one?"
"Because 1, I will not be tart-shamed and 2, I don't wanna. I will not be dragged by my frillies into some terrifying near-death experience, again." Seth held up a hand when Teddi began to open her mouth. "End of conversation."
Erebus leaned over the couch, kissing Teddi's cheek. "Next weekend, baby girl, even if I have to call out sick, okay?"
"Okay," she agreed, watching him leave her apartment. Then, her eyes fell on Seth. "Well, if nobody's going to go hiking with me, I'm going to a movie. So, pack up your toes and go back to your place."
"But, I'm still drying," Seth complained, waving at his feet. "I'll just lock up when I leave, okay?"
"I should say, no, but okay," Teddi elbowed him. "You suck for being such a baby. I'm going to bring you back a souvenir binky."
Ignoring Seth making "baby sucking on binky" noises after her, Teddi grabbed her purse, keys, and swept out of the cozy apartment. Once she was inside her little Isa Cabrio she looked in the rear view mirror, smiling at all the camping supplies she'd loaded earlier, in anticipation of the overnight hike with Erebus.
"Who needs boys?" she asked herself, slipping on her large, pink sunglasses. "Girl power!" And she drove out of the parking lot, heading for the Dash Point Coastal Trail, Cyndi Lauper singing about girls wanting to have fun, on the radio.
The trail was everything Teddi hoped for; deep woods on one side, the roar of the Pacific on the other side, and wide, smooth trails that didn't tax her as she packed in. And, as a bonus, portable toilets every hundred yards or so, none of them close enough to the campsites to make them smelly, but near enough for a midnight run.
As the long afternoon wore on to early evening, she began looking for campsite. Other hikers had the same idea, many already setting up their various tents and kindling fires in the designated pits. She observed that AmazeOne must have had a sale on blue tents, because almost every other campsite that was occupied seemed to have an identical, blue-domed tent.
Eventually, she found a small site on the inland woods side of the trail rather than the strand of trees separating the trail from the ocean. While she wanted to camp on the ocean side, she decided the strong winds might rattle around her tent enough to disturb her sleep, so she opted for a tidy little spot just big enough for tiny, inflatable pink tent, and a cozy fire, setting up for the night.
After a dinner of PB&J sandwiches and water, Teddi snuggled into her tent to listen to an old, Sherlock Holmes radio play. Pausing the play for a moment, she unzipped the breathable mesh doorway to check on the status of the fire, planning to bank it for the night. A blue glow caught her eye and she could make out the hump of another of the dome tents she'd already spotted, possibly 3 campsites away from hers. Lit from within by a moderately powerful lantern, the tent looked like a fat, radioactive sapphire. Banking the embers of her fire, she scooted back inside her tent for some more of Holmes and Watson, but received a call from Erebus.
Teddi: Hello?
Erebus: Sorry I ruined your plans for today.
Teddi: Don't worry about it. We can hike next week. (she was grinning because that would make TWO hikes in a row! win-win)
Erebus: Want me to drop by? I can bring pizza.
Teddi: I already ate, and I'm actually in bed. Probably be asleep soon.
Erebus: On a weekend? You feeling okay?
Teddi: Just being lazy, y'know.
Erebus: Well, you have sweet dreams, baby girl. Call me tomorrow?
Teddi: As soon as I get home. (she clapped a hand over her mouth)
Erebus: Home?
Teddi: Yeah, from dreamland. (she giggled) Talk to you tomorrow.
Erebus: Good night, goofy.
The call disconnected, Teddi fell back on her blanket with a loud sigh. "You are SO bad at lying," she scolded herself.
She unzipped the door again, peeking out at her fire. The embers were red, dimming under ashes, and she threw a glance toward the tent, noting the light was out now. Oddly, with the light out, it looked as if the tent was closer, maybe 2 campsites from her. She shrugged at the trick of the light, zipping in again, settling back for some more radio mystery.
Teddi woke, surprised, because she didn't realize she'd dozed off. Holmes and Watson were silent, the radio play having ended, and she had her system set to ask if it should continue, just in case she fell asleep, so her battery wasn't wasted. Yawning mightily, she considered rolling over and going back to sleep, but she reminded herself to check the embers so she crawled out of the tent, stretching and taking a deep lungful of ocean air -- and holding it.
There was a tent in the campsite beside hers, separated by a fallen log sporting a nursery of huckleberry bushes.
She slowly exhaled, surprised that the late arrivals hadn't awakened her earlier. She checked the embers, and they were buried deep under ash, slowly dying. She covered them with more ash, just to be sure they didn't spark. Since she was up anyway, Teddi grabbed her flashlight and walked down the path to the portable toilet, gratified to find it clean, and ocean-breeze-scrubbed of lingering odors. Returning to her campsite, she slowed, realizing that the tent in the space next to her was one of the blue domed ones, which wasn't odd, but the tent that had occupied the farther space was gone.
Careful not to shine the light on the tent, so she didn't disturb the occupant, she walked back to her tent wondering if the tent in the space beside her was a new arrival, or if the people in the farther site simply moved closer to her. But why would they do that? She supposed there could be a number of reasons, the ground might be uneven in the other spots, and that was supposing that these weren't entirely different campers. But if they were, where had the others gone?
She shrugged it off, crawling back inside her tent, zipping the flap and settling back onto her blanket and inflatable pillow, hand laying on her purse. She wasn't particularly worried about the tent next door, it was just odd, but there were a lot of campers in the area so it wasn't as if somebody could get away with any antics. She was about to close her eyes and let the booming of the ocean lull her to sleep when -- something bumped her tent.
She sat up, listening. The ocean's roar permeated the air, so it was difficult to hear smaller sounds, like footsteps, or twigs breaking, that kind of thing, but she was sure that something outside the tent just bumped into it from the front side. Her right hand inside her purse, she used her left hand to slowly unzip the flap, but before it was even halfway open her eyes widened. Everything was blue! She quickly realized that a blue domed tent was sitting right up against her tent! It was either the side or the back of the tent since there was no opening.
"What the Woodsy Owl?" she exclaimed.
A light came on inside the blue tent, shining on the wall separating Teddi from whoever was inside the other tent. The silhouette of hands appeared, pressing against the plastic, seeming to reach for Teddi. At the same time, a strange sort of moaning came from the tent, low, almost plaintive, as if whatever made the noise wanted something, badly. She'd had enough.
"Hey, Blue Tent Boy, I want you to listen very closely. Can you identify this sound?" Teddi's right hand came out of her purse with a handgun, and she flipped off the safety, chambering a round. "What you just heard is the sound of a SIG-Sauer P232 .380 ready to fire." The light inside the tent went out, and the moaning stopped. "I am going to close the zipper on my tent, now. And in 30 seconds I'm going to open it again. If you are outside my tent, I will start shooting. If you are in any of the campsites near me, I will start shooting. I have several magazines with me, and I do not mind wasting ammo because I will shoot until I hit something. Closing my zipper, now. 30 seconds, and counting."
Teddi waited, watching the time on her phone, hearing nothing outside her tent beyond the crash of the ocean waves. When the time was up, she slowly unzipped the flap, prepared to start shooting, as promised.
The tent was gone.
Climbing out of her tent with her handgun and a flashlight, she scanned the area around her. The spaces near her were empty, the woods seemed unoccupied, and when she went out to the trail, shining her light in both directions, nothing moved.
"Huh," she observed, immediately breaking camp, packing up, and hiking out of the area, reaching her car as the sun rose.
"What is the first rule of hiking?" asked Erebus, after Teddi told him the story.
They were sitting on the deck outside her apartment, sipping sodas.
"Don't hike alone," she replied. "But you guys totally bailed on me."
He waggled a finger at her. "Ah, ah, ah. First rule?"
Teddi gave an exaggerated sigh. "Don't hike alone."
"And what do you have to do to make up for that, and for lying to me?"
"Homecooked meals for one week," she grumbled.
"Mama just loves it when you come to dinner." Erebus grinned, leaning back on the lounger.
"She pinches my cheeks," Teddi groused.
"My mama cooks like an award winning chef. Her meals aren't the punishment," Erebus clarified.
"My poor cheeks," Teddi sighed, ignoring Erebus' smirk.
(Thank you to Erebus and Seth for agreeing to be jerks who abandoned me -giggles- and special thanks to Bailey for the super cute camping clothes, hair, and pose.)
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I've been tagged by our friends... John Peter and Rachael... here i am the real mmmmeeeeeee!
RULES
1. Sit down.
2. Take a picture of yourself right now. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 people to do the same
Camera: Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi
Exposure: 2
Aperture: f/3.5
Focal Length: 18 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: -1/3 EV
Flash: Off
105mm lens
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I'm kind of aware of the fact that I don't post as frequently on Flickr as I used to. One of the reasons is that I had several albums, with dozens and dozens of photos, and I made the posting of those albums into projects that consumed a fair amount of time. I have several other albums, but there's only one that is both full of photos and full of photos of a high-quality and/or contains lots of photos with highly-interesting content. When the time comes to post that one album, I hope I remember to do it.
Meanwhile, here's a little morsel, an album I've had for a while. I don't, in fact, remember where I bought it, but it was pre-Iowa, which means either South Carolina, Florida, or the Missouri triangle as the source of purchase. For some reason, I have the state of Maryland attached to my memory of where these photos might have been taken, and where the school might be. Don't know why I have that memory, as there is no intrinsic evidence to support that association.
Most of these kids are smiling. This photographer had The Knack, and, to be honest, I worry about the kids who aren't smiling. My most haunting memory of going into the Arkansas Public Schools, K through 12 (I participated in a program called "Poets in the Schools," (though, of course, I was never a poet), until I got fired for being a bad boy (and my indiscretion does not even make for a very good story), oh yeah, my most haunting memory, is how in kindergarten, just about all the kids, rich and poor, black and white, were boiling over with irrepressible enthusiasm, and by the time they were sophomores and juniors and seniors, they had been sorted out, and the kids who as kindergartners were no less able, no less inventive, no less alive, were now, after the democratizing socialization process, shunted aside, deemed lesser, slotted to change tires down at the Firestone store, or put on an apron and primp the lettuce at the local grocery. And that was before Wal-Mart had done the worst of its work. Even the teachers, at least some, if not most of them, participated in the process. They would point out the troublemakers for you, and speak sneeringly of them. The experience was uplifting, and terribly disheartening, which is how I feel about my wonderful, dastardly country.
Moi (Me) - Colchester Zoo, Colchester, Essex, England - Monday February 16th 2009.
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I was tagged by Kesha ~ www.flickr.com/photos/gottcha78/ ~ & Martyn ~ ~ www.flickr.com/photos/martynstarkey/ ~...Thanks..SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much..lol
Yup...sad to say..I'm NOT a girl...lol, even though there are hundreds of images of me in my stream...seeing as I did the 365 DAYS thingy in 2007....some people still think I'm a girl...Hmmmm!!!
Anyhoo....as I was saying, I was Tagged and on my 30-12th Birthday too!!!
So this was me today at Colchester Zoo, in Colchester, Essex, England...as you can see, I scared the Elephants away...that's then legging it away behind me..lol
OK...hopefully when the next round of Tagging comes around I might be able to keep a low profile...I'm sure seeing pictues of me are NOT what my public want...lol..:O))
So for those that are only here because they think I am a girl...sorry to dissapoint you...lol...for the rest, I hope your having an awesome Monday / Tuesday..:O))))
This is how it is to be played:
1. Sit down
2. Take a picture of yourself right now. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload It
4. Tag 5 to do the same ~ LOL..I can't be bovered...you lucky people..:O)))
Not my first game tag, but possibly the first I've played along with :)
Here are the rules:
1. Stop what you're doing.
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 or 6 people to do the same (tag them in your photo and/or send flickrmail)
I just went for the first people that I thought of who might actually do it...don't let me down, guys!
I hate doing SP's, but I've made such an amount of flickr friends, so I figured its about time you know what I look like. :)
Not much, but its me, in black and white of course :D
Got tagged by the lovely Abby :) *Shakes fist!
1. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
2. Upload it.
3. Tag 5 people to do the same.
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Molas Lake near Silverton, Colorado. For a few minutes each morning as the sun rises, one can catch a glimpse of this soft mist as it rises above the surface of the water. This only lasts for about 10-15 minutes each morning. The ducks make their way accross the lake to the sunny side where they primp, groom, bathe, and socialize.
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A photograph of a hair dryer lying on a bathroom vanity.
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Vung Tau, as well as a popular seaside resort, is a fishing village and Front Beach at low tide is where some of the fisher men (and fisher ladies) prep and primp their colourful boats.
Too many people in Vietnam smoke IMO.
It was about as quiet as I have ever seen it at the Refuge today, but I had a new Sigma 150-600 mm Lens to try out. I'm very happy so far.
Going to get very cold tomorrow. So stopping in office this morning. Will make a couple business stops following. And hit the gym on way home.
Will probably work totally from home rest of week.
A little extra make up today. Nothing special with hair. And comfortable clothes with a jacket .
No pencil skirts. No satin pretty blouses..... Because, women don't wear that to the office. Oh, for some important meeting with clients maybe. And of course there's dresses worn. But this secretary look you all love is a fallacy.
If you think a woman wakes up in morning and primps and preens for hours for the perfect look to impress a boss, your delusional. Maybe a single girl might if she is trying to impress someone. But in reality. Women might take a little longer to get ready. But it's not countless hours.
And if you don't believe me. Try going four weeks solid of 9 to 5, actually working in your pretty little get ups. I guarantee you. After several days. You'll be wearing quick and comfortable like me. Because the real living is done outside the office. And if you have spent 2 to 3 hours getting dressed. A half to one hour getting to office. That includes parking somewhere not close to work and walking in heels to. 9 hours at work. Yes 9. An hour for lunch. Then ride home. You've already invested 12 to 13 hours just for that little fantasy. That doesn't leave you much to change into your maids outfit for your other fantasy and clean all night. And you poor thing..... That leaves you very little time to put on your sexy nighties to pleasure somebodies pistol....
Tufted Puffin
He was very friendly...and vain. There was lots of preening and primping - he put on quite the show.
SOOC I was outside playing in the snow for this one so this what you get.
Rules are:
1. Stop what you're doing.
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 or 6 people to do the same (tag them in your photo and/or send flickrmail)
I don't tag people. If you want to do it then go for it.
He scratches and fluffs. Then he settles his feathers all in their proper order and begins his turn at guarding the birdhouse. From the utitility wire he can swoop down on any real or perceived threat to his home.
Texture from Jerry Jones.
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