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Fakahatchee Strand Preserve State Park
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واحد .... عشرة
شوف تعال بوسني "كم مرة أبوسك"
...حبيبي
The Tip Top icecream delivery truck has parked up by the old railway station. Vital stocks of this iconic brand of icecream are being replenished in Little River on another warm summer weekend. We offer up our thanks. Parched tongues will be cooled, fevered brows soothed, whining ankel biters silenced, lost love found, order restored to the chaos of our lives.
This is a Fetus at 10 weeks at the Plasticized human body exhibit in COEX mall Seoul, Korea. My son/daugter, to be, might look like this in 2 weeks:
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"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
Well, having seen the world remembering D Day this week, the class of 1975 at Colne Valley High had their own day of memories of their own D Day, leaving school, on the evening of the 8th of June-a school reunion at Slaithwaite Cricket Club. This school year is the year we all turn(ed) 60-scary really.
We had a reunion four years ago, my first, and I really enjoyed it. Four years on, in changed circumstances and with a lot of shit having happened-and currently happening, I wasn't in the mood for it really. Knowing that I would regret not making the effort though, and having been asked to take a camera, I kicked myself up the backside and, for the first time in over 18 months, I put my glad rags on, gathered some gear and nipped down to the cricket club. I hadn't set foot in a bar for over 18 months either, having gone out four or five times a week for a few years I fell out with doing the same old thing and just stopped going out. Having been tea total until I was 42 but having developed a liking for wine in my forties, I felt that I was having a drink every evening out of habit rather than for pleasure so I decided to stop for a month-a month became a year and I don't miss it-yet! I haven't watched live TV for 17 years, it frees an amazing amount of time up to do other (real life?) things- I definitely don't miss TV either.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds it really strange to be meeting ghosts from the past, often long forgotten. How many would you fail to recognise without the name tag giving it away? Talking to people, it's obvious that many have fond memories of school, me? I despised every second, Junior school wasn't good but high school killed me, I was struck down with a blinding migraine that crippled me only weeks into the first term-stress related. There wasn't another boy from my old school in our form and seats are always in pairs, old schoolmates formed clicks and I was an outsider-for a while. I missed a lot of school, I didn't walk the streets, so long as I put my overalls on and worked my Dad turned a blind eye to me walking back home to work, having clocked in for the morning register. There wouldn't be any letters from him claiming that I'd been ill, I had to tough it out and make my own excuses, sometimes forging my own letters. I walked out early in the fifth form and never really went back. When I went to get my leaving papers signed at the end of the fifth form most of the teachers though that I'd left long ago. The truant officers were on my case, but, finding that I was working, and that I had no intention of going back to school, they agreed to calling it work experience but the deal was that I had to go to school one day a week. I chose Friday. The reality was that once every few weeks I went for first registration and then climbed out of the form room window, in C block, at ground level, and legged it back to work. During the reunion evening I glanced at the printed roll call of our school year that was on the tables, I searched for my name in 5B1, scanning the list over and over again-my name wasn't there! I don't suppose it's surprising really is it?
I used to do a lot of party photography but gave up years ago as I was getting asked to do christenings and weddings and the like and I've never wanted to turn a hobby into a job, what's the point? I haven't put a flashgun on a camera for years and, even though I use my cameras every day of the week, I had to reacquaint myself with indoor flash techniques again, which really means that I shot half a dozen test shots in my office at home before I turned out. Going around a room full of relative strangers, often not impressed at having a large professional camera stuck in their face, isn't for the fainthearted, and, like flash photography, you get better with practice-I'm definitely out of practice. I tried, but probably failed, to include everyone, some people seemed to stay out of my way, but I did try to be inclusive. Personally, I think that perhaps Michael Sykes was the only person that took a photo of me-so perhaps I was there after all! I was asked to write the opinion column in The Times a few years ago, I'd written a letter to the editor (as you do), and, having impressed the editor with my viewpoint on a subject that they were getting quite wrong, with a letter that was far too long to publish, but that I knew an awful lot more about than they did, the editor of the opinion column was asked to approach me with a view to me writing a column for publication the following day. It was bit surreal at the time and led to TV and radio interviews over the following twelve months-my ten seconds of fame I suppose. The problem was that I had to find a photo of myself in a suit to go with the column. At the time, thankfully, I often went out in a suit but I was always the man with the camera and no one took photos of me unless someone grabbed my camera. I did eventually manage to crop myself from a scene with lots of other people in it, tidy it up a bit, and it did the job.
It was good to catch up with some old friends and I think it's fantastic that Lynn, Michael and Dianne go to the trouble of organising these reunions (my apologies if anyone else is involved) They took the financial risk of hiring Storm to entertain us (and rattle my tinnitus) and kept their fingers crossed that we'd all stump up enough to cover the cost. Of course another reason for not missing a reunion is that you may not see some of these people again. I'm often amazed that someone from my schooldays appears at work as a customer, I haven't seen them for 30 or 40 years and they only live a mile or so away from me. Many people long for their schooldays back, often with the caveat that they knew then what they know now, the advantages of youth and the wisdom of age, personally, I wouldn't want to go back for love nor money. There's a lot I want to do but very little I'd want to repeat. I was in a dispute with a local hillbilly who used to drive for us a while ago, a man who was always complaining that everything about yesterday, the past, was better than today. He told me that he never got on with me because I was a progressive, always looking forward and he wasn't. I laughed and said thank f**k for that.
The photos aren't my best effort, autofocus doesn't like dimly lit rooms, if I took a photo of someone and it isn't here, it's probably because the autofocus didn't lock on-or the flash didn't fire, apologies to anyone I missed although I would guess that someone with a phone got you.
Will we have another I wonder? Time will tell.
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Il Palazzo Reale di Torino è la prima e più importante tra le residenze sabaude in Piemonte, teatro della politica del regno sabaudo per almeno tre secoli.
È collocato nel cuore della città, nella Piazzetta Reale adiacente alla centralissima Piazza Castello, da cui si dipartono le principali arterie del centro storico: via Po, via Roma, via Garibaldi e via Pietro Micca.
Rappresenta il cuore della corte sabauda, simbolo del potere della dinastia e, congiuntamente alle altre dimore reali della cintura torinese, come la reggia di Venaria Reale, la Palazzina di caccia di Stupinigi o il castello del Valentino, è parte integrante dei beni dichiarati dall'Unesco quali Patrimonio dell'Umanità.
Nel 2013 il circuito museale di palazzo Reale, Galleria Sabauda, Armeria Reale e Museo di antichità è stato il ventiseiesimo sito statale italiano più visitato, con 229.534 visitatori e un introito lordo totale di 1.006.536,20 Euro
La banda de hardcore Take Offense (Chula Vista, Cal.) se presentó en el Foro Independencia como parte de la celebración por el 8 vo. aniversario de Araga Conciertos.
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Well. You know when I'm wearing a skirt and top, or a dress, normally now. It's an office day.
And although. I'm learning to enjoy. The thing l love more than anything are my site visits.
It's working with the brain and body in high gear.
All the walking, climbing, bending like a pretzel to see. Squeezing through stuff to find hidden treasure. It's like being a little kid on a mission.
And then the actual inspection. I see more in a minute. Than someone looking sees in an hour.
I know exactly were trouble will lie. And then it's all the different things l look at. You have to know everything and not only see. But tell them why, with references. And if they're nice. Point them in a direction to fix in a timely fashion trying to not increase the price of what was first envisioned.
And you have to be able to battle anyone in a heartbeat. So many have tried. Few even come close.
This little girl is a flamethrower.
And it's fun. Shaking the ass. Showing off erect nipples.
Seeing all the puppy dog eyes.
And it's nicest when everyone just works as a unit. Watching it grow. Bringing brownies and donuts.
Wouldn't trade it for anything.
Today. In office till at least ten. Then going out on my first real job visit.
Not sitting in a car. Not watching on a computer monitor. On site.
Promised Boss l wouldn't do.
I lied. Aching to do.
Won't over push. Will probably stay just on first floors.
But l will be on site. And I can't wait.
Later💋♥️🌹
La Real Sociedad ha dicho adiós de forma prematura a la Copa de la Reina al quedar eliminada a pies del Torrejón en los octavos de final tras empatar ambos partidos pero salir perjudicada por el valor de los goles en campo contrario.
Several documents such as a social security card, utility bill or mortgage statement, birth certificate, passport, current drivers license, marriage license are needed to receive a federal Real ID. The Real ID has a gold star indicator on the top right of the ID.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
From "The Velveteen Rabbit" by Margery Williams