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Happy New Year everyone! Hope everyone will enjoy the new year and stay committed to their new year resolution.
What is your new year resolution for the Lego Community? Comment Below!
Mine is to make more figures!
Thanks to everybody for a great 2011 on Flickr! I met a lot new people this year!
Happy holidays to all my flickr buddies!
(I know that the photo is cliché, but I just couldn't resist. :))
A renovar propósitos, yo comienzo con este.
"Happy new year! are the desires of your 15 pounds of overweight!
PURPOSE # 1: diet."
Wishing you lots of love, happiness, answers to all of your questions, and many happy photo opportunities!
Here's a little true story for you moomin addicts out there :-)
I bought this little Moomin figure from a remainder table in the toys department of a local store a long time ago. Unfortunately they didn't have a Snork Maiden, his female counterpart, so I took him home alone, hoping that one day I would find a girlfriend for him.
So little Moomin stood on my shelf, year after year, waiting.
I kept looking, but to no avail. When I joined eBay, I also looked for Moomin figures there. I found some, but only complete sets, and I did not want to tear apart an existing couple. And Moomin stood on my shelf, waiting.
Then one day there she was — a beautiful Snork Maiden, single, in good condition. I would have paid almost any amount, but even got her for quite a normal price.
Now I have a happy little Moomin couple. And whenever times are hard they remind me that no matter how hard it is, no matter how long it may take, everything can turn out well in the end.
Nothing better after a large Christmas dinner than a game of happy families. "Please have you Mrs Shrew?" "Sorry Mrs Shrew is not at home. Please have you Master Frog?"........and so on.
Foot stool provided by me, cracker hats provided by my mum.
Happy Facedown Tuesday Christmas style!!!
Lynn took a much better one :) I wish I had a story to tell here, but sadly I don't! :)
Leica IIIf. Canon 50mm f1.4, Tmax 400, Near Beachamwell. Norfolk :)
Happy Hour. London, England. July 6, 2013. © Copyright 2013 G Dan Mitchell - all rights reserved.
Happy Hour in London can apparently take place in the street.
This scene caught me just a bit by surprise - in a good way - as we walked out of a street market on the south side of the River Thames and emerged into the streets of the neighborhood. It was late in the afternoon - more like evening, actually - and crowds of people were building everywhere along these narrow streets.
I didn't stop to investigate inside this pub, but it looked like business was so good that the party simply had to spill out on to the sidewalk, and then continue to spill right into the street! There aren't too many places in the US where such a thing could happen - both the drinking in the street and the standing in the street, but this area seemed to not be at all car-centric, so pedestrians could more or less be wherever they wanted to be.
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Happy Diwali to all my flickr friends..
My sister.. Diwali 2010. Taken with a tiny point and shoot camera..
From the roof of Kyoto Station. The Japanese text is a hiragana transcription of "happy terrace", only the initial "ha" is written as the kanji for /leaf/.
Happy Mardi Gras from Surprise Party Heart Family!
1984 Surprise Party Heart Family that belonged to my sis but now became mine and I really like to have them in my collection, theyr all so cute!
Famiglia Cuore Alla Festa del 1984. Era di mia sorella ma ora è diventata mia e sono molto contenta di averla nella mia collezione poiché sono bambole stupende!
Day 329, Thursday, November 25th, 2021
Happy Thanksgiving
I can honestly say that yesterday was the BEST Thanksgiving I’ve ever had. The day was perfect from start to finish. I felt good. Anna was in a good mood and took a long nap. I cooked… ham with a homemade sweet glaze, mashed potatoes (in the Instant Pot with heavy whipping cream and butter, omg ), peppered gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and rolls. We don’t often have a traditional meal but I felt like doing it this year. Mom carefully curated from her pretty napkins, placemats, candles, and Depression glass to set the most beautiful table ever. Jenny and Wyatt arrived just after 6 pm and we sat to eat. Oh I also made an Amaretto Sour that everyone declared was delicious so I was tipsy by the time the kids arrived. We had pumpkin pie and a lemon Cool Whip pie (graham cracker crust, one container of Cool Whip, and 2 lemon yogurts) for dessert. After Anna went to bed, we played Cards Against Humanity with the new Nasty Bundle that Pam sent Curtis for his birthday. Dominic dominated the game, earning most of the black cards. It was an awesome day.
I’m so grateful that my immediate family is healthy and happy. Honestly, the happiness part is something that doesn’t come easily for any of my three kids so to see them all laughing and enjoying a meal together means the world to me. Jenny and Wyatt got engaged last week so we got to celebrate their love. I’m very grateful for my husband. Curtis is so patient with me, he has taught me how to relax and not sweat the small stuff. He still likes me and I still like him! We have so much fun together and so much to look forward to. Even though mom is recovering slowly from her fall and food poisoning, she is recovering. I’m so grateful to still have her by my side. I’m also thankful that my sisters are in my life again (we’ve been having a lot of fun getting to know each other better) and that my dad has a presence in my life. If you could spare a prayer, Pam’s household has been hit by Covid… she’s the one with CVID so she’s at a much higher risk for complications. Thank you everyone. <3
Nikon D750 | 20mm | f/1.6 | 1/160 | ISO 3200 | tripod
It's Stoli's 3rd Birthday!
© Holly Hildreth 2013.
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Strobist info: One Calumet 750 Travelite with shoot-through umbrella. Front-right at 1/4th power. Fired w/ sync cord.
happy holidays...
I guess it's that time of the year again, we have yet to do any preparation other than book our Christmas trip out to Denver and and Estes park, words can't explain how ready I am to get away and take a little break…
Strobists:
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Here's a happy
autumn in Illinois
Thanksgiving image for
all of my friends - the beamish
boy dancing and playing in the
fallen leaves all around my
sister's house by Lake
Michigan in
my old hometown,
Wilmette, Illinois.
Tonight: turkey, pies,
family, fun.
Love to all!
happy birthday to you!!
know that you are loved!
Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom.
It is as true as sunbeams.
douglas jerrold
No Ouzo, it's Happy Hanukkah now and Merry Christmas on Sunday.
But nice try. It's the thought that counts.
Hi,
After posting a good-bye to Billy on the Lollypop Farm wall on facebook, someone requested that I write a "Happy Tail" about Billy. It took some time, but I think I can do this now.
I can start this story stating that I had a dog, Randi, from the time I was 6 years old until I was 23. We were never parted ... she even went to college with me (reasons why I never lived on campus). When she did die, at age 17, I was DEVASTATED and stated that I would never have another dog ever again.
Seven years later, in September of 2003 I saw Billy at Lollypop West and knew that we should be together. I wasn't sure if it was the "This is all a mistake, and I don't know why I'm here" look on his face, or the way he leaned his entire body into my few fingers placed through the kennel, but I just knew I had to take him home. I had to check with my husband (who was sure I was nuts after I told him it was love at first sight) and my landlord (I was ready to move if he said, "no,") but it was all a "go," and Billy came home with me shortly thereafter. I remember him pulling me from car to car in the parking lot that day (we needed to work on those leash manners), looking up at me with each car as if to say, "Is this one yours? I'm ready to go home."
Our first week at home was rough. I didn't know what toys he liked (I bought a bunch of stuff, just in case), and I was afraid of what he might do. His previous owners stated that he soiled the house and scratched at doors and windows. Luckily, all he did in the first week was eat a bar of Irish Spring soap (the resulting BM from this was not pleasant!), and pulverize a roll of toilet paper. (I later realized that he was just making confetti to celebrate his new home!) OK ... a few more anti-boredom toys were added, and a LOT more exercise. He never soiled the house or scratched at doors and windows.
As I got to know Billy, I remember thinking how strange it was that he didn't know what toys were. I had to teach him to play ball (which became his ULTIMATE pastime) and how to use chewy toys. He had a stuffed animal frog which he loved and carried where ever he went. He slept with it at night, snuggled up under his head. We then started working on basic manners and socialization skills. He progressed quickly, and soon I realized what a "people dog" he was.
He started going to work with me some days at the nursing home, and he loved everyone as much as they loved him. Even those who said they didn't like dogs liked him after they got to know him. From there he went on to earn his AKC Canine Good Citizen award and pass his Therapy Dog International test with no problem.
Billy was a celebrity wherever he went: people would come out of their houses while we were walking to greet him; visitors, staff, as well as residents at the nursing home would seek him out daily, and fuss over what a good dog he was. After he retired, up to this day, people still ask for him and wonder how he is doing.
Billy was just an amazing dog: so loving and so smart, so obedient. He loved me so much, and I loved him equally--maybe even more. He went every where with me: work, vacation, swimming, the barn, on trail rides (I've been riding horses since I was 6) and never left my side unless I told him to wait somewhere for me. Regardless of where I told him to wait, or how long he had to wait, he waited right there for me to come back, never moving an inch. He heeled so well, that he was always to the left side of me, with or without a leash. The only exception to this rule was after I had children--he would walk next to the baby in the stroller or walk with the one lagging behind the group, making sure that everyone was OK.
He had a huge variety of tricks he would perform: shaking hands, rolling over, spinning around and around, playing dead, etc. ... and if you had a highly desirable treat in your hand, he may spontaneously start doing all of his tricks--one after another--hoping that one of them was the one he had to do to get that treat! What a ham!!!
Things seemed to be going well until he had an incident (Easter morning) when he woke up howling and dragging his back legs. I had no idea what had happened, but I was so sure that I would be losing him that day. As I drove to Orchard Park Emergency vet clinic, I came to terms with the real possibility that I would have to drive home without him. By the time we got there, he was standing in the back seat, happy and wagging his tail again. X-rays showed that he had, at one time, broken two vertebrae and that he had some degree of deformity from that. The vet noticed some scars on the inside of his legs, and thought that maybe he had been hit by a car at some time in his life. I felt so bad for him, as I also remembered that his previous owners had left him to "roam free" when they were not home. The temporary paralysis was probably caused by him sleeping on a big fluffy bed and might return at any time. After some steroids and the purchase of a new, firmer orthopedic bed, Billy was back to chasing balls around the backyard and had no further issues for years.
Everyone used to ask me what breed he was. Although we will never know for sure, he had the pit bull smile and tongue curl, the howl of a hound (and boy-oh-boy could he tree a 'coon in no time!) and some other breed which made one ear stand up all of the time, and the other ear stand up about 2% of the time. He was very active but could cuddle for hours at night while watching a movie (all 60 pounds of him). If his previous owners were accurate, Billy was 7 going on 8 when they dropped him off at the shelter. He was with me just short of 8 wonderful years.
I had to make the decision to euthanize Billy as I watched him deteriorate. I knew for a while he had some kidney failure, but the damaged area to his spine started to develop further deformities, putting pressure on his spine. While he never complained of pain, I saw the look on his face when he could no longer control his urine (he was truly ashamed of himself, poor thing) and the terror when, on two occasions his back end went out and we had to help him up. At this point I knew it was time. Luckily, our vet said that he would come out to the house.
On July 15 I said goodbye to Billy in the sun, on a favorite blankie, with his "froggie," with lots of hugs and kisses. I swear I could feel my heart breaking. I know that part of me died with him, and I will never, ever again know a dog like him.
What I do know, is that I can love another dog again ... not in the same way, but with the same strength. I brought Bella (a funny setter/spaniel mix with the energy of 10 dogs) home from Lollypop Farm on April 30, as I knew Billy's time was dwindling, and my other dog, Onnie (a mixed breed-Lab/chow/some type of herding dog?--whom I rescued directly from a bad situation), did not do well at home alone.
While Billy is gone, and I miss him dearly, Onnie and Bella are there for me, and I am there for them. Onnie doesn't have the personality to go to work with me, as she is a one-person dog, but Bella has gone to the nursing home a few times and seems to help the residents in the healing of the loss of Billy. She will never be Billy, nor will I ask her to be. I have learned that the benefit of having loved an animal far outweighs the pain of the loss when we lose them.
Billy taught me so much, and filled each day of my life with so much love and happiness, as do each of my other dogs. Billy taught me that I was not being unfaithful to my previous dog by loving another and that, by saying I would never have another dog again, I was depriving myself of so many good times as well as depriving another dog a good, happy home.
Attached are some of my favorite pictures of Billy ... one of sir handsome himself collarless right after a summer outdoor bath, one of him running on the beach, playing ball in Cape Cod, and one of him laying in the sun. I hope all the staff and volunteers at Lollypop Farm feel so good about the job they do, knowing that you are able to provide these animals with another opportunity to find their forever home and brighten so many lives. Thank you so much!
Onnie, Bella and I will see you at Barktober Fest!
Sincerely,
Jennifer R.
Happy Birthday Dear JAMI !!!
Enough about me. Today it's YOUR turn. :D
Thank you for being such an amazing friend all of these years. Have the most wonderful day my dear. It's your day, eat all the cake and make all your wishes!!
lymi :*