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The dog, Not the kid lol....
This is My beached whale, My coffee table with a head, My Sped, My 'Helmet' dog,My Semi-retarded puppy,My Dork, My Cheeseball, My attention whore,My idiot.
He enjoys leaving puddles of drool on the floor, or better yet, in your lap, his favorite sports include running head first into walls, furniture, trees, fences and other animals, being bullied by animals smaller than him, Stealing blankets while running through the house and then tripping over them, or being blinded by them and not being able to see, clearing the coffee table with his tail, trying to eat flies, and going ape shit on tree branches, Letting small children ride on him, and maul him...Litterly maul him.
He also enjoys making odd noises, weird facial expressions, giving kisses, and acting pathetic so you won't stay mad at him
Dear Ace; Why is it you can pick up a brand new command in an hour but still can't figure out that the husky statue holding the bathroom door open isn't a real dog?
Why is it you can take a beating from small children and other animals, but whine and cry as if i'm killing you, causing the worst pain you've ever felt in your life, when i simply try to cut your nails?
Why is it that i can feed you and 3 mintues later you're carrying your bowl around whining as if you haven't been fed in months?
Why do you spend about 15 minitues licking the floor everyday? Am i missing something? Is my floor really THAT tasty?
Why is it that everytime i'm mad at you, you need to wag the very tip of your tail, whine softly and give me the "you're not really all that mad are you?, I love you" eyes? And act like i just ripped your heart out and stomped on it. Which makes it nearly impossible to stay mad at you for any real period of time.
Ace; Will you ever be serious....ever?
Even though you sometimes annoy the hell out of me, and sometimes i think, "Dear god! why on earth would i get this dog" i love you, and despite what i say sometimes, i'm happy to have you in my life.
Only a few days ago it had started. Jamie had sent Riven a rosegram, delivered by one of the cupid Cypress in full outfit and everything. And that was the moment when Riven had declared war to her cheeseball. Jamie was ready... or so they thought. Because sooner rather than later the battle commenced.
"Koslarevic! Got a sec, mate?" he asked, flashing an apologetic small smile at Cy and Riven. Linus gave Riven a knowing look, hoping she would tell him to move it elsewhere if that is what she preferred. Surely the Ravenclaw knew what was coming.
Hearing Linus behind, Riven blinked then after a moment flashed a rather devilish little smirk, realizing very well what was coming. While her player was super wanting to apologize for the awkward teenage cringe hammer she'd unleashed upon the world, Riven the character suddenly seemed very VERY amused.
Jamie looked up, "Hm? Yeah sure what's up mate?" Though their eyes fall on his guitar.. then his look towards Riven and when they look to her they see her amusement. Raising a brow they turned fully to Linus now. "I get a feeling..." they say quietly and smile to Linus, curious.
Linus Delaney flashed a grin-grimace at Riven and Cy. He smiled then took a fourth note in hand and opened it. Linus cleared his throat and began to read.
“My dearest Jamie…” he said, reciting word for word what was written on the page. “Though we have been apart just a few scant hours, my heart aches for you by my side once again. It takes all my effort not to tear the universe itself asunder that we may once again be together. Yet I, too, cannot quite find the words to express my feelings so I'll allow the timeless poet Robert Smith say it for me…” The Slytherin smiled softly and picked up his guitar. He strummed a few very familiar bars then started to sing the first verse.
"Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am fun again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you… I will always love you…”
He stopped playing and added in spoken words “… elskan min. From, your Person.” Then he bowed his head to Jamie. "Uh, that ain't from me, mate.", he added to Jamie for unnecessary clarity before grinning at Riven.
Riven Redwhisper bit down hard on her lip and tried not to laugh as she nudged them toward Linus, "go on then, elskan min." Jamie /did/ start the rosegram war so she had to end it as spectacularly embarrassingly as she possibly could. When Linus began reading her letter, Riven seemed rather amused but she had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing as the message continued on. Still, her face was growing a bit red as the rosegram continued on and the little glimmer in her eyes as she looked at Jamie betrayed the sincerity behind the message.
Jamie may have expected a lot but this... this was beyond and of that. Their face turned red hearing what Linus said and they turn their head to look to Riven, their face turning a deeper shade of read, even if their eyes shone like those stars in the mentioned universe. Being the cheeseball they were their heart grew all warm and fuzzy and maybe even another size. Their look towards her was full of adoration and a lot of 'Oh you cheeseball'. When the quote poet was mentioned they assumed something spoken so when the guitar found its way into this their head jumped around to stare at Linus. "What the.." they whisper almost not audible and the redness in their face went even darker and they had fiddled slightly with the roses in their hands. When Linus finished there was a stunned silence, them just staring at Linus, their jaw slightly dropped. Of course they did know that was not from Linus but it was still good to say that because their brain had decided to go on a vacation far away for the moment.
Almost as if trapped in slow motion they turn to look at Riven, still utterly speechless. For another long moment before they muttered "You... win." hey there were able to speak after all!
Riven grinned at Jamie and ran her fingers along their cheek and up through their hair as she replied with a dreamy little look in her eyes, "I did..." after a little pause she added, "months and months ago, in fact."
Jamie sighed when Riven brushed over their cheek but at her words they raised a hand and placed it on their heart "Odin. You already won, stop the battle."
5 yrs ago today got hitched to this one and it's been quite the ride..
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..for sure.
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Hooray! So far this one is up to #25 on February 26's Explore!!!
Today's FGR is aviators and mustaches...I couldn't help but dress up like the Beastie Boys in their video Sabotage. It's Hilarious! YouTube it!!!
I think I look hot as a cheeseball man!
Song of the Day: Sabotage by the Beastie Boys
Its reported that Clint Eastwood saved the AT&T Pebble Beach Golf Director when he choked on a cheeseball during the 2014 tournament. Clint gave him the Heimlich maneuver and took care of business, as always. This shot of Clint is from last year's tournament.
Copyright: Sweezey Pictures - Ken Sweezey.
Right across the street from “The Original” Steaks. Also claims to be “Home of the original Pizza Bread Cheese Steak” and of the original Cheese Balls as seen on MTV. Fujifilm GFX-100s.
Herbed goat cheese and pomegranate seeds
My contribution to our Toastmasters club potluck turned out much better than I expected.
The pomegranate cheese ball was a surprising success. I blended goat cheese with garlic, parsley, chives, and rosemary. Then, I rolled it into a ball and pressed pomegranate seeds into the surface. It looked too pretty to eat. But once we started eating it, we couldn’t stop. The savory cheese, juxtaposed against sweet pomegranate seeds, was amazing.
Oh, yeah, and this is what I wore. (I certainly did not wear this to mess around with pomegranate seeds.)
Poncho, Christopher & Banks (gift). Dress, Cynthia Steffe (thrifted). Leggings,Mono B. Boots, Steve Madden. Earrings, vintage. Clutch, Maggi B. Brooch, heirloom.
Who loves cheese? If you're up for a bit of cheese indulgence check out my retro cheesy recipes on Radish this week!
Recipes @ RAdish_Kitsch Kitchen
this last february, eight random polaroid geeks made the decision [on the internet] to meet up and have a "nerd out" at the farmers market in LA. some i had known already, but most i had never met. two of these geeks - greg [polaroidjesus] & julia [miamizeiss] - rented a car to make the trek from SF.
awesome times were had, and all of these geeks were instantly put into the kind-of-people-i-am-totally-thankful-to-have-met category.
apparently later that night, greg and julia had been going back through everyone's flickr streams, looking at things they hadn't seen before; they came across this photo of a door that i had taken while i was walking down haight in SF a few months prior to the LA nerd out. if you follow that link you can see all of our brains exploding in the form of flickr comments, as that shot is centered on the door to julia's house. to this day, i totally shake my head in disbelief, just thinking about this.
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and now, this photo ^ was taken yesterday. julia sitting in front of The Door, before going to the park to meet up with dozens and dozens of other geeks that were also put into the kind-of-people-i-am-totally-thankful-to-have-met category, without question.
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though i really enjoy other people's stories accompanying their photos, and usually feel that they add so much to the photo, i haven't ever written out long [and corny] ramblings [like this] under any of the photos in this stream.. mostly because a) sentence structure and my brain don't align all that well, b) i don't even care to capitalize things, and c) i generally just think of most of these polaroid snapshots as quiet things, being better without words.
with this one, though, it's necessary. this one seems to have jumped right past the 'coincidence' mark and straight into synchronicity.
so with all that said, i am 100% fine with being a total cheeseball about it.
I finally talked someone into doing this!! hehehehe.
Call it cheesy, but I'm a cheeseball, and I love it. I think I'm going to do a series of these!
(She is wearing three tutus and 2 pairs of wings!)
(had to get my photoshopping fix)
this is a reminder to me to focus..to get out of my head and to put my attention on the things that really matter. my son, our family, our future..but most importanly enjoying this moment... now
this turned out way different than what i had imagined in my head.. looks more superhero-ish than i had intended.. :) i'm such a cheeseball
The concept of this was to depict human life but without the human. To set this picture up, I wanted to put it on a dark surface/background so the teddy bear really pops up. I also took some cheeseballs out and positioned them to make the picture the way I want it to be.
As someone who enjoys the challenge of making pictures in the tiniest amount of light possible, even I have to admit this is pushing it. But I've found a way to embrace the grain, despite the fact that the sun had pretty much completely set by the time this picture was taken (after 5:00pm on Christmas Day). I think I should start trying to take pictures in daylight, you know, like normal photographers do. I've heard good things about sunlight and lens flares, and apparently there is a thing known as the Golden Hour that I have yet to experience.
This time I used a real tripod, but I still forced Robert to trudge out into the woods with me to pull the trigger because I forgot to bring my remote along. The tyranny continues. :)
This isn't half bad on black. Press "L" on your keyboard or click the photo to view large.
I spent a couple of very fun nights, too many years ago to be mentioned here, at this rural joint, which was in much better looking shape then. Friends living in a nearby community invited me to see a band from Winnipeg that was very good, even though its lead singer looked like Harry Hamelin. It is hard to believe that anyone could have considered a cheeseball like HH to be attractive and a star actor, but some, including my then girlfriend, did at the time.
Anyway the band and the place rocked. The bar still advertises itself as a fun place and is proud to refer to itself as "Manitoba's favourite dive bar." As the pictures in the Facebook link show, it has lots of good neon inside, so I shall have to make a future appearance with camera.
I thought that I could get a better shot of the sign away from the highway on the other side but the east side of the sign is missing.
www.facebook.com/pg/Brunkild-Bar-and-Grill-26517295018068...
www.winnipegfreepress.com/our-communities/headliner/Brunk...
The weeks seem to keep going by faster and faster. Here is our fake cheesy smiles. Not that we aren't happy but this is what I get when I tell Kaylee to smile.
if i could wave a magic wand and change one thing in the world..it would be a call for peace...not just in the sence of fighting and wars..but of internal peace, to grant everyone liberation from critical judgement of them themselves and toward others..
yeah, i'm a total cheeseball
so i still have the tags on this dress.. bought it for a wedding.. a black tie wedding... but is it a bit to magician's helper? haha! it's actually 'mother of the groom' approved..so..i dunno..maybe need some second opinions. but putting myself in this setting was probaly not the best way to get an unbiased opinion..LOL!
someone very dear to us has recently been diagnosed with testicular cancer. we wanted to show how much we care about him and figured that since the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, the way to his, uh... balls, could be achieved in a similar fashion. behold: the testicle festival.
ah, 6th grade. Actually it was a pretty good year. We ruled the school back then. I remember on the last day of 6th grade (the next year I ventured to Ohio County Middle School where 7th and 8th graders were), I touched the brick wall as I walked past thinking, "You've been good to me Wayland". I was such a cheeseball.
For Christmas, I made my teacher, Ms. Johnson a hairbow out of shiny silver and red ribbon (not really the right kind for making hairbows). It was so dorky, but I was so proud to give it to her.
Steven Green hit me in the face with a dodgeball (I hate how violent that game can be). it was the first day of me wearing my new sally jessy-like rose colored glasses. I cried and cried, but they temp. broke...they were able to pop back into place.
I remember this was the year of those neon Nike windsuits. I remember Tiffany Sandefur always had new ones. I never was so lucky.
Brandy Baize won a tree from McDonald's for Earth Day and planted it out next to the school...I still have a clipping from the paper from it. The tree died and the little plaque commemorating it was taken down.
We were rewarded for good behavior based on the "chip system" . We were given a blue chip if we were good, a white chip if we were a little outta line, and a red chip if we were bad. As a class, if you had so many at the end of the 9 week grading period, you got a pizza party and a dodgeball tourney. I don't think it's fair that that was the reward. What if you hated dodgeball? I know the boys were generally the only ones that were ever really into it.
Our classroom was in one of those giant trailers. We thought we were cool cause we were away from all the other classes. In general, I don't think trailers = coolness, but back then I guess I did.
We were watching the Karate Kid part II or something one time for a party and there was a gigantic explosion like someone ran into our building. Just down the road a giant gas pipeline had exploded, so we had to be carted off to the high school for precautionary measures.
This was the year that Ice Ice Baby was popular. This group of 8th grade girls (2 of which were Charlee Young...a girl...and Andrea Chinn) came to our class and did a parody called "Read Books Baby"...at the end they said, "Word to your librarian". Again, I thought they were so cool, cause they were in 8th grade.
I started to really get into New Kids at the beginning of this school year. All the rest of the girls were kinda getting over them. I got a NKOTB sleeping bag this year for my b-day and I had boughten a purple pencil pouch with the NKOTB logo. I also had 2 NKOTB shirts that I wore (one had neon colors and was one of those knockoff screen printed ones).
I got chicken pox this year and was out of school for a whole week. I stayed with my grandma and she would put oatmeal on my back to make them feel better. I remember missing the D.A.R.E. graduation cause of it and was so disappointed that I couldn't be there.
Speaking of D.A.R.E., a state trooper named Steve Hewlett came to our class and taught our D.A.R.E. education. If you answered a question off the bat, you got to hold onto the D.A.R.E. bear for all of class. I never got to get it. I guess I wasn't up on my drug education.
I got a pen pal from California. I can't remember his name, but I'm pretty sure he was disappointed to find out he got a girl. I remember at first his letters were nice (telling me he played soccer and about life in San Fran) but in the second or third one, he told me that he was dying of AIDS. I seriously don't think this was the case. He was just annoyed by me and making up stories. It really hurt my feelings cause I had been so nice to him in previous letters.
For a Halloween or Christmas party, my mom made oatmeal cookies. Not many kids like oatmeal cookies, so they were all fooled by them thinking that they were choc. chip. I remember my mom came to class that day and helped with that party. I was always so proud when she came and did that.
I had a neon pink pencil box and covered the inside with all kinds of crazy stickers that I had collected throughout the year. I was so proud of those silly stickers that I adorned that box with.
I had the biggest crush on Willie Snodgrass. He was a transfer from Centertown school and played basketball. I don't think he knew or even cared that I liked him. I was always so shy and mortified if anyone I liked ever found out my true feelings.
As a class project, our teacher made us research all the historical aspects of the song, "We didn't start the fire". As an added bonus, I memorized the whole song. I can recite pretty much all of it to this day.
When I first encountered Russian blacks I decided that eventually I would find myself a curious tailed, fire-eyed, white whiskered beauty...Gen everything else was just fine by me and gender of no concern.
...we all have our yard-sticks and this was mine. The colour-combination is perfection on this shade of fur IMHO. I actually found her early in the summer but was just biding my time ....as she is slated to be permapetted.
I'm sure you will see many more of the little darlings available on the grid as many breeders are trying to bring forth * Hallowe'en cats * in time for the big day. Having owned black cats in RL I am simply fond of them 365, and feel they are truly a cat for all seasons.
Anyway...here's the little cheeseball in all her autumn glory :3
*stares at the cats' face and sighs happily*
♀ Paskha
Fur: Russian - Black
Eyes: Fire (Curious|Big)
Shade: Natural
Tail: Curious
Ears: Genesis
Whiskers: White (Guitar)
Size: Normal
A little "lifehack" I've been doing since before they were a thing.
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This Wednesday is “Life Day”, a Star Wars themed celebration. But where did it come from? For the answer to that, you have to go back to 1978 and something that should have never happened.
The bad idea to end all bad ideas was "The Star Wars Holiday Special," a lame CBS movie/variety-show hybrid that pairs the cast of the world’s most popular franchise with D-list celebs Beatrice Arthur, Art Carney and Harvey Korman. The special was dubbed one of TV's most embarrassing failures.
Cooked up by George Lucas as a way to keep the Star Wars brand alive between each new film, the special mixes Star Wars mythology with 70s television cheeseball as it tells the story of Chewbacca and his attempt to get back home in time for his planet’s annual celebration.
But leave it to the Star Wars fans to take a lemon and make lemonade. "Life Day" is now celebrated every November 17th and as far as I know, they try to steer clear of mentioning it's cringey origins.