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Because of their similar color, size and affinity for milkweed as a host plant, queen butterflies and monarchs are often mistaken for each other in their various life stages.
Both species are members of the Nymphalidae family and derive chemical defenses against predators from their food plants.
Once you look closely, it’s not very difficult to tell the difference between monarchs and queens. For a great tutorial on how to tell the difference between the two species, visit: texasbutterflyranch.com/2012/12/07/queen-monarch-caterpil...
Photo Credit: Christine LaRue / USFWS
July 18th, 2013 - Bon Jovi performs live on Because We Can Tour at Ford Field in Detroit Michigan. Credit: Chris Schwegler. www.schwegweb.com
Because there is only one mannequin in the Dumptique, it wears several wigs and many accessories. For a place that gives its items away at no cost, it has lots of fun, quirky displays.
Martha's Vineyard, MA.
I changed my 2/52 photo twice because they were all lame...I like this one a lot for some reason.
I swore this would be the worst week of my life after how I felt on Monday.
You know when you're crying over nothing and everything at the same time and just can't seem to stop?
Tuesday looked up despite what I expected. I saw Wicked and it was fantastic. :D
The rest of the week was surprisingly nice.
Saturday I woke up at 5 to spend half the day at an art contest for school, went shopping, and found a stray kitty. :3
I really hope someone takes him before I really start to want to keep him. He's adorable and so sweet. He also has bright blue eyes. c:
Also...I broke the "how-not-to-get-attached-to-an-animal-you-aren't-keeping" rules and named him.
This is bad.
Very bad.
I've thought a lot about aging. Not from some aversion, but because youth wasn't really for me. There was always some nagging lingering in my mind back then, nervousness over unquenchable philosophical questions about life and meaning that I couldn't quit asking. Many older folks paint their early years in a vast expanse of worry-free chaos – but mine were mostly just made up of worries. This is why my patience is short for people who look constantly backwards. I'm all for mining my memories for stories to tell, but when it comes to stories, you're more-or-less dead once you run out of new ones. What comes next has got to be every bit as thrilling as what came before. When it isn't, I quickly misplace my motivation to go on. That thrill exists outside grand adventure and physical prowess. It's about heart – loving better, being kinder, listening closer.
The greatest trap in aging is misusing your experience as a weapon for winning arguments. It's the only battle where victory guarantees losing every other thing that matters. I don't believe in that lie we call the "wisdom of age". Mental capacity is bound to suffer, memories will fade, my logic and reason will take a big hit. Believing it won't happen to you is the blind spot ensuring it will. What's left? I firmly believe it's being happy. As a society, that should be our metric for success in life. If you enter the end of your expectancy with anything superseding a search for joy, maybe that's the mark of failure. The majority of folks I've known over fifty are very clearly not happy. Some rewrite the definition to claim that they are, but you can hear the worry in their words, see frustration in their eyes. But I've had very good friends who kept joy to the end, so I know beyond doubt that I can.
May 17, 2024
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And because it was raining,
I discovered I have too many shoes.
Not just too many individual shoes,
but too many pairs of them.
I wear them all.
Then we went to see the Show Team play at Riverside Park.
Then we put Serena's air conditioner in her window.
The end.
Live Music. Photobooths. Because Bikes.
At Third Thursday: #BikeNightMIA, we pedaled to the party right through the museum’s doors, played Bike Night Bingo for our chance to win a 46cm Surly Disc Trucker from Surly Bikes, stepped inside to take in Finnish bicycle design in the galleries, and checked out the latest and greatest bike gear from One On One, Twin Six, & Bird Industries.
Plus, we kicked back to live music from Southside Desire, biked safe with a free bike check from The Hub Bike Co-op, struck a pose in the Nice Ride MN photobooth, connected with the biking community from Mpls Bike Coalition, Open Streets MPLS, Midtown Greenway Coalition, 30 Days of Biking and Powderhorn 24, admired hand-painted art bikes by Gregg Rochester, coasted over to the bar and put back a Summit, and cooled off with a sweet treat from Geno’s Gelato, Minneapolis’ first official “food bike.”
I thought Saturday had been my last run till the fall but it miraculously cooled off a little this morning so I got a bonus day. I almost didn’t go because I slept horribly last night, but I didn’t want to miss my chance so I made myself do it. AND LOOK. I GOT A NEW MILE PR!! My previous PR was 10:16 and that was almost a year and a half ago. It’s very rare for me to get anywhere even *close* to that. Normally I consider anything in the 12-min or below range to be really good (see the rest of my splits even on this run). Yes, even after running for two years I’m still VERY SLOW with a lot of walking. It’s been extremely frustrating not to be able to see a trajectory of progress over time like it’s “supposed” to work. (Actually, my average pace has gotten *worse* since 2020, but part of that is that I increased my distance.) But that seems to be the story of my life. So this is exciting. My first mile time on Saturday was 10:49 and now this. It gives me some hope that maybe it’s not just a random fluke, though I’ve been burned enough times by false hope not to get TOO excited yet. I got some new @posturalrestoration exercises last week (see third slide for one of them — yes, they’re goofy looking, but effective) and some new shoes that I’ve been wearing around inside the house (though I still actually ran in my minimalist shoes because I don’t want to get the new ones dirty). The shoes are also a PRI thing — it’s supposed to retrain your nervous system to feel safe (and therefore let go of maladaptive tension patterns), and aren’t a permanent thing, which I’m glad about because they’re not minimalist shoes so aside from feeling clunky, the toe boxes are a bit squishy. (Also just wearing *any* shoes inside the house is really foreign to me!) But they do seem to be serving their purpose, at least maybe! via Instagram instagr.am/p/Cdn7hWyO7Cr/
via “Jose Mourinho ‘sad’ because Aitor Karanka is sad”
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Because it looked like an old photo of me...A friend emailed it to me as a similarity of that said photo....
Because of active resistance to the Burmese military junta government, most Chin people live in a section of Burma that is completely off limits to westerners. At about the age of 12, tattoos are drawn on the faces of Chin girls.
PLAN Canada created this trio of Scout Books to promote their initiative, Because I Am A Girl. Read more in our Case Study: www.scoutbooks.com/plan-canada