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Guess there is no easy way for me to say this, but Goober has lost the use of his back legs and is paralyzed. Is my heartbroken, yes in a million pieces. Goober and I will move forward so he can have the best life possible, we are a team.. I will be getting Goober a cart so he will be able to get around. He is not in pain.. I have to express his bladder twice a day, he is able to have bowel movements. He is still the same beautiful wonderful little man anyone could ever ask for. We will work together and enjoy many more years of happiness side by side. Goober's beautiful face will still shine brightly on flickr :-)
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Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
takennnnnnnn
What if I told you that you were pretty?
It depends who says it, but smile
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
orange carnival next weekend
Do you want to be single?
if I wanted to be single, I would be. I'm happy in my relationship.
Have you pretended to like someone?
i tried to convince myself I liked someone, but I just couldnt.
Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
yeah
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
kind of
What would you name your future daughter?
woah, I'm having a daughter? siiick. um. i have no idea
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
funny that you mention this. It depends on the person, usually yes.
Are you listening to music right now?
no, I'm watching the Secret Life of the American Teenager
How is your heart lately?
um, beating. working quite well. got a work out today, since I walked like 3 miles to a deserted island
Are you wearing socks?
I was a few minutes ago
What do people call you?
Allie, Allison, Argentina, Al
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
mhmm
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
today, at the island. it was "I'm gonna hug you then throw you in the water cause I can" moment
Do you get stressed out easily?
not really
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
Tyler or Sarah
What is on your wrists right now?
a black hair tie
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
neither
Are you a good artist?
photography is my only sort of talent.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
no, its summer now!
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
texting; Timmy & Tyler
Do you use chap stick?
rarely
Do you have a little sister?
nope. two younger brothers
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
quite a few people
What were you doing at midnight last night?
talking to Tyler and editing this
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
nooope
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
yeah
Will next Friday be a good one?
sure!
ODC challenge: Now and then
I based this idea off of this book cover. The now and then is based upon the fashion styles used in this, referring to the newer dress in mine, and the older style clothes in the book cover. Hope my interpretation isn't too bad, and if not, YOLO.
207.366
I was heartbroken to hear the news that Tongki has died. He was due to arrive at the park next month. So sad, it would have been lovely to see him join this wonderful bear community. RIP Tongki
Polar Bears Victor and Pixel
Project Polar
Yorkshire Wildlife Park, Doncaster
September 2018
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. ~Author Unknown
... when wee Dinah the cat died in late January this year we were heartbroken ... she'd been an intricate part of our lives for 17 years ... we played with her when she was a kitten and cared for her as she succumbed to disease and old age ... we loved having a cat (or 2) around the house but didn't know (given our own advancing years) if we should or could have another cat ... in early october we saw a notice in the newspaper that the local SPCA was trying to find homes for the many cats in its shelter ... given that cats in overcrowded conditions often get stressed and sick and end up being 'put down' we thought we could and should help ... and so Genie came into our home ... she's a two-year old (as we later found out) pixie-bob ... it took her a month to get settled but since then she's been nothing but a joy to have in our home.
A lot of spraying among the fruit trees here. Every year less insects, and fewer birds ... I'm heartbroken. The many strarlings, for one, seem to have emigrated
Haiti #Wecare
We’re heartbroken with the amount of devastation Mathew has left behind in Haiti and we want to pull all our efforts in to help as much as we can.
Please join us in an very Special Master Class with all the Zumba Star Instructors to help us raise as much funds as possible. All the proceeds will go to:
Prodev
Our talented team will come together on Sunday December 4th from 12:00-2:30 PM to deliver an exceptional experience with the single goal to help and give. Be ready to dance for 90min non stop with our all star Team.
Here are some the instructors that will be present:
Volha
Angelina
Bryan
Yxia
Rene
Josip
Celeste
Anna
Edmee
Will
Idania- She is flying back from Miami just for you!
Photography by Hiroshi Ishikawa
Richard, Rupert and Alfred with other family members.
Further information from Darron Davies: " Rupert, centre worked as an clerk - later years at Castlemaine Foundry and died in 1980. Rupert handled all the paperwork with War Office including death of other brother Richard Oswald Roberts (left) who was killed in 1916 on Western Front. Older lady would be mother Martha Roberts who died in 1942. I presume girl to be Mavis ( who was frail) who died in 1919. Other sisters are twins and not pictured: Enid and Aimee. Father Henry Owen Roberts ( not pictured) would have been heartbroken - died in 1930 in Melbourne. Family grew out of Roberts family ( prosperous bootsellers and boot merchants) who settled in Heatherleigh, a home in Hunter St, Castlemaine, just down from Buda historic home."
Richard Oswald Roberts on the left:
Regimental number - 3973
Place of birth - Castlemaine Victoria
Religion - Presbyterian
Occupation - Customs officer
Address - Heatherleigh, Hunter Street, Castlemaine, Victoria
Marital status - Single
Age at embarkation - 26
Next of kin - Mother, Mrs M Roberts, Heatherleigh, Hunter Street, Castlemaine, Victoria
Enlistment date - 10 August 1915
Rank on enlistment - Private
Unit name - 3rd Battalion, 12th Reinforcement
AWM Embarkation Roll number - 23/20/2
Embarkation details - Unit embarked from Sydney, New South Wales, on board HMAT A7 Medic on 30 December 1915
Rank from Nominal Roll - Private
Unit from Nominal Roll - 3rd Battalion
Fate - Killed in Action 22-27 July 1916
Age at death from cemetery records - 27
Place of burial - No known grave
Commemoration details - Australian National Memorial, Villers-Bretonneux, France
Villers-Bretonneux is a village about 15 km east of Amiens. The Memorial stands on the high ground ('Hill 104') behind the Villers-Bretonneux Military Cemetery, Fouilloy, which is about 2 km north of Villers-Bretonneux on the east side of the road to Fouilloy.
The Australian National Memorial, Villers-Bretonneux is approached through the Military Cemetery, at the end of which is an open grass lawn which leads into a three-sided court. The two pavilions on the left and right are linked by the north and south walls to the back (east) wall, from which rises the focal point of the Memorial, a 105 foot tall tower, of fine ashlar. A staircase leads to an observation platform, 64 feet above the ground, from which further staircases lead to an observation room. This room contains a circular stone tablet with bronze pointers indicating the Somme villages whose names have become synonymous with battles of the Great War; other battle fields in France and Belgium in which Australians fought; and far beyond, Gallipoli and Canberra.
On the three walls, which are faced with Portland stone, are the names of 10,885 Australians who were killed in France and who have no known grave. The 'blocking course' above them bears the names of the Australian Battle Honours.
After the war an appeal in Australia raised £22,700, of which £12,500 came from Victorian school children, with the request that the majority of the funds be used to build a new school in Villers-Bretonneux. The boys' school opened in May 1927, and contains an inscription stating that the school was the gift of Victorian schoolchildren, twelve hundred of whose fathers are buried in the Villers-Bretonneux cemetery, with the names of many more recorded on the Memorial. Villers-Bretonneux is now twinned with Robinvale, Victoria, which has in its main square a memorial to the links between the two towns.
Panel number, Roll of Honour,
Australian War Memorial - 38
Miscellaneous information from
cemetery records - Parents: Henry and Martha ROBERTS, "Heatherleigh", Hunter Street, Castlemaine, Victoria
War service: Western Front
Alfred Henry Roberts on the right:
Taken at time of embarkation at Port Melbourne 4 April 1916
Regimental number - 4761
Place of birth - Castlemaine Victoria
Religion - Baptist
Occupation - Ironmonger
Address - Hetherleigh, Hunter Street, Castlemaine, Victoria
Marital status - Single
Age at embarkation - 28
Next of kin - Father, Henry Owen Roberts, Hetherleigh, Hunter Street, Castlemaine, Victoria
Enlistment date - 10 February 1916
Rank on enlistment - Private
Unit name - 24th Battalion, 12th Reinforcement
AWM Embarkation Roll number - 23/41/3
Embarkation details - Unit embarked from Melbourne, Victoria, on board HMAT A14 Euripides on 4 April 1916
Rank from Nominal Roll - Private
Unit from Nominal Roll - 24th Battalion
Fate - Killed in Action 21 September 1917
Age at death from cemetery records - 30
Place of burial - Menin Road South Military Cemetery (Plot II, Row K, Grave No. 3), Ypres, Belgium
Panel number, Roll of Honour,
Australian War Memorial - 102
Miscellaneous information from
cemetery records - Parents: Henry and Martha ROBERTS, "Heatherleigh", Hunter Street, Castlemaine, Victoria
War service: Western Front
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Hope Dies Last is a is a collection of short stories documenting the lousy love life of Eleni Zoe. It's a 'from blog to book' story and before the launch some memorable lines are being offered as gift cards.
Buy the cards at Some Stuff
The font is a custom script based on the author's hand-writing.
Local author Pemerika Tauiliili held a launching ceremony for his four books on 1-19-11. One of them was "The Rat & The Bat and Other Stories", pictured here.
NONE OF THE POEMS THAT FOLLOW APPEAR IN OR HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE PUBLICATION SHOWN ABOVE - I'M JUST RUNNING OUT OF ROOM BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM
If you'd like to hear the work of someone who I think really works magic with words, go listen to the late Dan Hicks sing "News From Up The Street". Just a suggestion.
LONG DISTANCE DEMONS
Most esteemed monsignor,
exorcise my phone – those long
distance demons won’t leave me
alone. It shakes the foundations
of my faith as a believer when
hell’s banshees beckon through
my phone receiver. Unreasonable
reasoning, and when that fails,
they scream like a train flying
off of the rails. Firmly convinced,
puffed up at their proudest, they’ll
win hearts and minds just by
screaming the loudest. Tweet
goes the ring tone, straight up
goes my hair – the rest of my
head spins just like Linda Blair.
Speech too obscene for me
to even tape – it ain’t like phone
sex, no, it’s more like phone
rape. Cut the line, you advise -
but I hope in vain that an angel
might call, not the demons again.
ONE NIGHT
One night two lizards got it on
right in front of me, beneath
the living room lamp where
their kind congregate to catch
flying termites. How brazen,
shameless and graceless,
those two! From behind,
one mounted, teeth buried
in the other’s neck, a reptile
ritual old as time. Yeah, but
not in my house! I pondered
disruption by force to assert
moral authority, but then
it dawned on me, what does
it profit a man to dominate
lizards so uncultured they
could care less for subtlety?
One night I said whatever,
still mysteriously pissed about
the rude, ill-timed reminder
of what I might have missed.
LIT FEST
No, they wouldm't like a lit fest
unless the lit was green with
a dead president's portrait.
They might like a lit fest
as long as the lit expressed
their exhaulted history qute
extravagantly, tracing a line
from Nafanua to heroes in
World War Two to winning
the Superbowl. They might
provide a grant for a lit fest
as long as the lit kept
a respectable distance
from topics like poverty
in paradise, pockets full
of federal funds, even
children with a different
last name who somehow
have the greedy elite eyes
of some distinguished clan.
So let's do a lit fest just
to articulate and celebrate
the irony of being free
within certain restrictions.
UKULELE ANGELS
A band called Ukulele Angels
entertaining at the mall. Shop
to the soothing sounds, stop
to watch. Ascend, serenaded
by Ukulele Angels, to shopping
heaven where everything’s
30% off. In the mall, Camelot
of plenty, customers are royalty
and locals just here to serve.
Happy campers do a consumer
hula as Ukulele Angels strum
rhythmically. See paramedics
scurry across the mall with
some urgency. It’s alright –
just too much excitement for
some tourist eyeing his wife’s
store receipts. No one notices
the heartbroken provider exit
the mall on a stretcher while
Ukulele Angels sing happy
trails to you until we meet
again.
BLOOM
The sun in Aquarius caused
a bloom of poetry like a bloom
of algae in the sea. Oh, that’s
very convenient for me. I like
excuses handed to me on
a platter. The earth in Leo
caused a boost to the ego
that was truthfully much
needed. Sometimes it’s like
no one appreciates my genius.
The moon in whatever very
often makes me wonder why
I get so possessed. Uranus
in Sagittarius usually leads me
to guess inspiration will just
remain a mystery.
LITTLE BREEZES
Undo these restraints,
I want to be a hurricane -
brewing off your shores,
gathering anger to show
you what you’re asking
for when you push thin
air around. Air, by nature
thin, seeks out similar
energy – do you feel held
back unfairly, like me?
Then let’s marry forces
to restore the balance.
When the little breezes
have felt big long enough,
caused enough mayhem
to really feel tough, they
go their separate ways,
unity dissipated. Small
wonder they part as
unhappy as they started –
even their power can’t
make them feel together.
ROCKABILLY
Rockabilly - more personality
than Punk, and like Dracula it
just needs fresh blood mixed
with its dust to rise up again.
It waits patiently in its voodoo
cave, poised to seduce youth
culture, with Elvis as its new
Pied Piper. Kids tune in to his
rhythms, new way of talking.
Now nobody feels like doing
much besides rocking. Aliens
have landed, contaminating
our DNA –Rockabilly’s turning
the youth away from tradition,
and on to cosmic awareness.
Life shifts from claustrophobic
to limitless. You can forget
Russians invading -Rockabilly
overthrew the USA while you
weren’t looking.
PURITY
Old familiar roles. A villain with
intentions impure, whose desires
threaten disaster. A hero fated
to slay the proverbial dragon,
a knight in waiting, forced to be
brave. A convincing hero saves
the day, but a convincing villain
can’t just fail as if by design. His
defeat needs to reveal a moral
weakness, unlike the purity that
guides a hero to victory. Same
story told a thousand ways –
same message we’re reminded
of every day. Purity - a quality
we’re not inclined to naturally,
otherwise heroes would be
a dime a dozen.
ASKING FOR TROUBLE
Might be unwise to walk
up to a dragon and sing
Light My Fire. That would
be asking for trouble,
inviting yourself to the last
supper you’ll ever be part of.
Dragons just assume you’re
a threat – they haven’t
exactly made many friends
throughout history. You
probably won’t get as far
as saying you’ve come to
apologize for stereotyping
slashing claws as morally
flawed – hello breakfast –
make like bacon and get
ready to fry. You have to
admire the simplicity –
mutual dislike and distrust
accepted unquestioningly.
Either party surprising the
other with an unexpected
olive branch would clearly
be asking for trouble.
CHART
Number one this week – good
on you. Don’t take the chart
too seriously – next week it
could be me. Or some sibling
ensemble who we privately
think are terrible. Or some
has-been on the comeback
trail, like McArthur who told
the Philippines, I shall return,
and damn if he didn’t keep
his word. What determines
the results of this chart? It
mirrors of our fickle nature,
the shifting sands of what
fascinates the rank and file.
Freaks or solid citizens, our
chart lets everyone in, true
equality in popularity, maybe
our only real democracy. So
if you make number one,
congratulations. Just don’t
take the chart too seriously,
because next week it could
be me.
GREEN CERTIFICATES
You make it so someone can
take it from you, earn it just so
you can burn it. I wish I wasn’t
so concerned about these green
certificates. You need it if you
want to have any fun – if you’ve
got any time when your work day
is done. Someone might rob you
with a gun for green certificates.
You can trade it for just about
any old thing, but when it runs
out, what a sad song you sing.
And so we consider everything
in terms of green certificates.
It can make you assured when
you’re growing old and feeble –
unless you’ve got vices like
gambling or needles. People
connive, lie, and wheedle for
their green certificates. My
blood isn’t red now, I think
it’s turned green. No longer
my choice if I’m generous
or mean. All of my thoughts
and my dreams are of these
green certificates.
PUSHING FOOTWEAR
With no facts accessible,
it’s rumors to the rescue,
riding into the picture on
a bullshit brown horse,
here to force the hand
of that enigma called truth.
It’s none of your business,
but you’ll still get plenty
attention demonstrating
your superior reasoning
and unparalleled insight
by spreading rumors. So
what if it seems likely?
Likely to who? If it seems
so likely to you, shouldn’t
you be the one doing it?
Like some kind of tout
pushing footwear, we
try to match shoes to
feet they seem to fit.
MOON
You were named after the moon,
and like it you shine when it’s time
to shine and fade when it’s time
to fade. You’re always there, you
just appear different, going through
a phase – circular nature. Chasing
your own tail for eternity? Oh no,
be more complimentary – this is
balance in action, arranged so
dark and light both have their time.
Moon proves you can show both,
just never together. Delicate not
dominant, moonlight won’t try
to burn you, just illuminate your
path through the night.
BUILDINGS
Ground zero again - everything
built up now gone. Back to just
bones, muscle, and blood, back
to memories, living history.
They say don’t build on sand,
but even solid rock trembles,
shaking off our vanity as if it
were dandruff. Man builds
to celebrate himself – castles
to keep animals out, keep us
contained in comfort. Wood,
brick and steel, transformed
by ideas into buildings, made
to last, or so we believe. Then
most buildings collapse, circle
back to just an idea awaiting
realization. Ground zero again -
now a garden, just as it began.
Returning knows something
buildings don’t.
AN ULTIMATE GOOD (FOR STEPHEN HAWKING)
I won’t swim in the ocean,
I won’t rock and roll, I won’t
climb up a mountain, or dig
a small hole for the roses I’ll
never grow. Won’t explore
on my own going wherever
I please, never hammer
a nail nor chainsaw a tree
fallen in the path of the car
I’ll never drive. Never any
of this – why even bother
staying alive? My body’s
betrayed me, but I’ve still
got a mind that’s never
forgotten there’s so much
left to find. My runaway
speech left so much unsaid,
but I’ll still find a way to
share what’s in my head.
Can’t touch you with hands,
only with my belief there’s
an ultimate good more
for you than for me.
RISK BEING RIGHT
Uncertainty holds some kind
of safety, a sort of comfort,
a weary spirit’s last resort.
You can always say you just
don’t know, and no one can
argue with that. And if you’re
not sure if anything needs
doing, then who can blame
you for doing nothing? I’m
not even sure what your
name is anymore – I mean,
you may have changed it.
Since yesterday, you may
be different too – continuity
isn’t guaranteed. Sorry, I
can’t recall whether I ever
took you seriously. Define
yourself for me one more
time, please – that might
reverse my uncertainty.
No one wants to be wrong,
nor will they risk being right.
Just a symptom of our times.
PRESTIGE
Please don’t die – I can’t afford
the family crisis. Please don’t die
- make me demonstrate a love
I never felt. Please don’t die
- make me return all the favors
you never did for my family.
Please don’t die and make us
pay for respect. Is it the man
you want us to honor, or just
his imagined prestige? Will
Heaven be impressed by the
size of a funeral? Do the angels
all expect an envelope? Until
our land is blessed with money
growing on trees like coconuts,
please make an issue with my
employers why they don’t pay
me as much as you want me
to donate. Please don’t die –
those with little have to empty
their pockets to fill the purses
of those who already have
plenty. Before I die, please
strip my name of any prestige –
spare the loved ones I leave
behind this final exploitation.
YARDMEN
We’re not at war with nature,
but yardmen still serve as soldiers
in the battle to make something
beautiful. This beauty will only
be temporary, a mostly green
mandala, changing even while
you’re cleaning off the blades.
Chaos forced into order, ugly
transformed from a pumpkin
Into a princess, but only till
midnight – plants formenting
rebellion, writing their green
constitution till they tremble
at approaching Robespierre
wielding a weed eater. From
a casual glance, you’d never
see the drama of managing
plants – they’ll be back, it’s
force of habit, but so will you.
How plant-like, we humans –
maybe by nature we’re not
so beautiful, but with work
we can emerge as at least
half-presentable.
SUN
Sun, you life-giver, why do you
drain me so? Pass the kava,
Oliver Twist, twist that machete
at a cleaner angle, look how
much better the cut. Dance
in the ballroom of your mind
as you waltz the lawn mower
round again – the square gets
smaller. Weed eaters will get
you immediate results. If you’d
prefer a task more intimate,
take the clippers and trade
gossip with the shrubs while
sculpting their details. It looks
very nice in the end, but like
Hamlet, I’m too much in the
sun. Someone get this Dane
a decent pair of shades.
HUMPTY DUMPTY
Humpty Dumpty sitting merrily
on his wall, a celebrity, ready
to serenade all and sundry with
a happy tune. Why is it you can
always tell it's the friendly ones
headed for a fall? Humpty courts
disaster, perched precariously –
neither one side nor the other –
beaming neutrality. Forgets
his own fragility, how easily
he could fly out of the frying
pan into the fire, end up just
another omelet. I’m late for
breakfast with destiny, he
remembers suddenly from
high on his wall – she’ll just
have to wait till I’m ready.
Mortality dismissed as trivial,
but meanwhile the suspense
is killing me. How long more
can you balance like that,
Humpty? Fatalistic company
can be fun, he opines, better
catch this heart and mind
before it expires. Humpty
Dumpty’s already a memory,
though he’s not even gone.
Why wait till it’s all over, he
wonders, to join in the fun?
SUMMER
Summer again and I’m still waiting
for the world to catch up with me.
So many summers come and gone,
some with others, some alone.
Always the promise of starting
again – time for whatever was
yesterday to end. Again I find
I couldn’t finish something, only
defend my emotional Alamo till
summer brought reinforcements.
AREN'T WE ALL
Imagine a Hobbes without
a Calvin - he can be a bright,
shining presence, but needs
someone it means something
to, or else all that brightness
can't ignite. Aren't we all like
Peter Pan - able to amaze
and delight when we know
someone cares, but crippled
inside, a hollow echo of all
we can be, when we doubt
that anyone does.
FARM ANIMAL VALENTINE
Nature takes out insurance
every species will survive,
if not thrive. If thrive means
proliferate, it would appear
we’ve achieved our quota,
though there’s no future
for our fine young piglets,
save at breakfast tables
across the USA, where we
make sure America stays
on the go, and fuel national
expansion of your borders
and your waistbands. Eat
America, eat – we’ve
sacrificed our flesh, our
essence – just like some
Saint Valentine you’d find
In the supermarket.
POKER
It isn’t the hand that I wanted,
but the luck of the draw leaves
no other play. Losing at poker
while some wiser player takes
the prize. Hate the game all
you want, but one cannot win
being unwilling to risk it. Cards
just confuse me – representing
royalty – kings and queens with
their underlings, all competing
to outrank. Together forming
a narrative played out again
and again as long as anyone
can remember – wish for luck,
test your skill, kill or be killed.
SACRED
No, no, no, you’ve got it all
wrong – there’s lots of things
I think are sacred. Truth told
without putting in the boot
A smile without a price tag.
Puppies happy to see me.
Something actually good
on TV. A song’s that’s not
a carbon copy. Fine days,
fine people, fine music,
fine wine, finding there’s
as much joy as suffering.
All of this and more, all
sacred to me. The biggest
profanity is you thinking
I’m fooled so easily.
BUILDINGS
Beautiful buildings, if you look
at them right. Beautiful buildings
best seen from afar, the way
they interact with the landscape.
Beautiful buildings, see how
they reflect off the water
at night. The closer you get,
the less you sense their true
majesty. Beautiful buildings
can’t be judged by just one
door or window. You have
to see them in total. Kind of
like some people who’ll stun
you from a distance but don’t
seem beautiful at all up close.
OLD EUROPE
I want culture. I want history.
I want philosophy. I want
justification for not being
a barbarian. I want the best
that’s survived all the wars
since they started recording
this primal beast’s progress.
Progress always throwing up
something new but seldom
something lasting. Nothing
worthy of replacing all that
stays timeless in old Europe.
THE DEAL
Got no idea what the deal
really is, only so many
thoughts about what it
could be. Don't know for
sure what the deal really
means, only that if feels
like something's changed.
Wish I knew what the deal
is, because I try to take
care of my own, and let
those who don't want
to be my own go free.
TALKING DOG
I’m a talking dog, but I’ve
learned to keep quiet. I’m
a talking dog hurting for
good conversation, some
meaningful interaction,
cause with no one to talk
to, what’s the point being
able to talk at all? All this
buzz about magic lately -
vampires are chic, shape
shifters are cool, regular
people with superpowers
rule – must be symbolic
of something, like how
we have the gifts inside
us to rise up, overcome,
break free. So now I’ve
cast off the shackles of
animal speech and still,
no one wants to listen
to me. A bone for some
beautiful poetry…
HAPPINESS
Strange how you attract so
many enemies when you’re
happy. You’re seen as either
a total fool or as having some
unfair advantage. Oh woe all
the wrongs in the world, so
many hurting, it’s unfair that
anyone should be happy, it’s
an insult to all the suffering,
all the rapes, killing, stealing,
that anyone should find life
full of joy. Mea culpa, I didn’t
mean to, I was suffering just
like you, and then a beautiful
person said something that
changed my point of view
and I knew that if happiness
is really so rare, then we’d
better grab it. We’ll keep
it safe until it can come out
for more of you.
ZOMBIES
Now I know why zombies
are so popular. Deep down
inside, we know it’s really us
who are the zombies – we
stumble through life with
minds scrambled by poison
drugs, poison food and
worst of all, poison ideas.
Once in awhile someone
remembers they’re human,
but waking up to global
warming, world hunger,
economic disaster, racial
profiling, Al-Quida, school
shootings and Trump sends
them running right back
to the comfort of poison
oblivion. So in those high
rated shows, the zombies
might be the bad guys, but
somewhere inside we’re
thinking – go, zombies, go.
BLUES DONE BADLY
Blues done badly – let it
remain just a private joke
between friends. Cause
blues done really well
makes you feel, if not
forgiven, like at least
we still have moments
we transcend our flaws.
Blues don’t cast stones,
just eloquently screams
at humanity, hey, you
cut me open.
APIA SEAWALL
Apia - crazy rich or crazy poor,
no in-between. But both rich
and poor know not to go late
at night to the seawall – that’s
inviting trouble. Joe Foreigner,
loaded on liquid cheer, missing
home, doesn’t know better.
Hopes the ocean will restore
something. Crazy poor street
denizen sees money, not
a person. If he ever speaks
of this night, he’ll say it was
need. Feed a family, feed
a habit, feed resentment –
whatever. Joe Foreigner,
looking down on himself,
the seawall a launching pad
spring-boarding his soul
somewhere there’s no crazy
rich or crazy poor. Wonders -
I thought this was paradise –
what happened?
SWEET, SWEET, SWEET
I’m told it’s just a trick of history
the Indians didn’t eat the Pilgrims
instead of feeding them. British
flavor, I’m told, is bitter, unlike us
islanders, so sweet, sweet, sweet.
Our people here had apprehensions
of being eaten by Fijians – oral
histories of traumatic emotions
not so sweet, sweet, sweet. Bad
conflicts back then over food, over
women, land and titles, chiefs and
children, even men all made up as
maidens, appearing sweet, sweet,
sweet. Now such crude hunger’s
consigned to the past – these days
we do battle for money and class.
Back then we had muscles, now
we have gas – our cars are sweet,
sweet, sweet.
BETWEEN THE TREEES AND THE FLAMES
Smoke forcing us from our homes –
anywhere we can breathe. Guilty
of the sin of being flakey, we
preview the afterlife we’ll have
if we don’t change our too-cool-
for-school demeanor. California
has no answer to global warming –
danger won't just meditate forever.
This smoke is like a home invasion,
unconstitutional, but I don’t know
who to sue. I screwed over lots
of people to live comfortably,
and if that freak Mother Nature
thinks she can just move in with
me, then her huggers can go stand
between the trees and the flames.
MOMENT
Well, it was a thrill at the
moment. Facing pressure
to be amazing, you get
what you pay for, and
this isn’t Vegas. I pick
apart all the little flaws
in the performance, all
the moments some
different assumption
would have resulted
in something more
triumphant, and tell
myself what the hell,
that was me in that
moment just like this
is me in this one.
IN MY RADIO MIND
Beach Boys playing in my
radio mind, knowing Surfer
Girl’s answer is “no”. Waves
will still crash on the beach,
crabs will still scramble like
good professionals, suntan
lotion will still gob up in
quiet waters, lifeguards
will still lord it over guys
going to seed, kids will still
dig up buried treasure left
in the sand by dogs,
the beach will still need
attention from otherwise
good citizens compelled
into community service
on the weekends. It will
all still look the same – just
not to me in my radio mind.
BODY REBELLION
Body rebellion, even among
dear ones who always tried
to be strong for us. All this
time, were you crumbling
inside? My own weakness
was more to the surface,
but in you strength was all
I ever saw. Now, in your
time of need, it’s a familiar
helplessness I feel against
your body rebellion. Like
Marie Antoinette backed
into a corner by mobs, you
feel painfully aware of your
body’s demands, but know
it asks for more than you
have left to give.
NO LIMIT
No limit except the words
at your disposal to describe
your horizons. Get me that
dictionary, I want not only
to expand, but also to tell
it on the mountain.
SEALED
It’s sealed, not with a kiss,
but by the court. No one
will know but the lawyers.
Prejudicial, not beneficial
to anyone, now it’s sealed
like Pandora’s Box, for only
the foolish to open. Bury
it deep underground like
nuclear matter. Be clear
that this is a menace, not
a power. Delete the public
records, and let the only
mention of it be written
in Latin and stored deep
in the Vatican. Sure, there
may be speculation, but
mystery’s soon forgotten,
exposed as invention, as
obviously preposterous.
But for now, take masking
tape, wrap it with care -
just make sure it remains
sealed.
IF WE KNEW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW
We filter what we see through
our own particular lens, often
missing the big picture, but
maybe it's all for the better.
For if we knew all there is
to know, we might recoil
at how much danger we're
in just getting out of bed.
If we knew all there is to
know, we'd realize there
must be a God because
things don't always go
as wrong as they might.
We love and hate based
on what we think we know,
and emotion will call logic
into question, but maybe
it's all for the better.
LANGUAGE
We were given language
not just to build endless
towers to nowhere, but
to build bridges between
minds. A bridge between
hearts is a matter more
complicated, but it can
be accomplished. It can,
it can, it can, it can, it can.
Language, I'm counting
on you - get a message
across the wide canyons
of disbelief for me.
BIG FENCE
Big fence, not even built yet
but turning our country into
a gated community. You can
be master or slave, depending
on your wages, depending
on your tax breaks. Big fence –
not as nature intended, but
as reassurance of our purity.
Dirty hands won’t besmirch
a system working so perfectly
for us. If they want prosperity,
let them clean up their act.
We kicked out the British –
let them banish the Spanish,
decolonize their mentality.
The land of the free doesn’t
just mean charity, but we’re
still really nice guys from
behind our big fence.
I MUST BE ON DRUGS
Why is everybody on drugs?
Little drugs, big drugs, legal
drugs or otherwise, we’re all,
to some degree, on drugs.
You take drugs when you’re
sick, and we’re sick to death
of fear. Fear of Mexicans, fear
of Russians, fear of cops, fear
of robbers, fear of failure,
fear of success, fear of Satan,
fear of Jesus, fear of being
poor, fear of being rich, the
list goes on and on. Stop using
drugs and you won’t be afraid
any longer. You might still be
aware of all these scary things,
but you’ll just say whatever.
So if I just say whatever, don’t
do a Nancy Reagan and jump
to the conclusion I must be
on drugs.
SHREDS
Shreds – all that’s left of love
after the dogs of doubt have
had their way. Enemies smell
the same as friends, and to
the dogs of doubt, all comers
are deceivers. At the first sign
of threat to the heart, they’ll
attack regardless of innocence
or guilt. Shreds – lifeless, torn,
defenseless, ghosts of what
might have grown threatening
or glorious. If you must feed
the dogs of doubt, keep them
on a tight leash, lest your own
defense become your undoing.
ADVANCE
Such a slow advance -
molasses, moving by the
fraction. Any movement
is better than becoming
hard like a rock time’s
hammer can’t crack.
Such a slow advance –
not like Cong retaking
Saigon, driven by a zeal
bordering on the holy.
Such a slow advance –
Sherlock Holmes puzzled
at clues that don’t fit,
while crime thrives in
corners unlit. Such a slow
advance – the stone
at the top of the hill once
more. What separates
patience from insanity?
Only purpose, the free
choice to advance, no
matter how blindly, no
matter how slowly.
REFUND COUNTER
I take offense that I’m expending
all this love on you but you don’t
respond in kind. I take umbrage
and insist you owe me something.
My feelings don’t come cheap,
but I offered them at a discount,
then was injured beyond belief
when you decided you could
do without them. Do you shop
with your heart and love within
your budget? You do me great
dishonor taking my love to the
refund counter, returning it
unopened – denying it without
even trying it. No more will you
squeeze my merchandise then
leave it abandoned. Your status
of preferred customer is stripped,
and your credit’s no longer valid
at my outlet.
TRUE ONE
Over and over, through and
through - you don't recognize
the true one until after you've
been untrue. The true one
still believes after it seems
there's nothing left to believe
in. The true one makes you
feel forgiven by everyone
but yourself. The true one
conceals their true nature,
just to level the playing field.
but when you stop playing
around, inside the truth's
revealed. The true one
emerges as obvious, but
seldom at first. The true
one often wonders why
they even bother with you -
try to recognize the true one
before you've been untrue.
ONE-SIDED
How long do you think
a one-sided building
can stand? At the first
sign of adversity, see
it shake, foundations
swaying. A one-sided
building may put on
a brave front, but
even the blind see
through it. Life goes
on public display –
none but an egotist
can take it. Nature
abhors a one-sided
building, would deny
you a permit to even
design it like that.
A one-sided building,
like a house divided,
questions itself – is it
right that I even exist?
So before you break
ground – make sure
your structure includes
two sides, or alas it
may tower in sweet
dreams but collapse
in cold daylight.
TRAVEL COMPANIONS
A little piece of galaxy dust
drifting all alone. Once part
of something bigger, now
barely a memory, unaware
of its own history. Over time,
longer than we can imagine,
tiny specks in an infinite void
might find each other, turn
into a cloud, become solid,
achieve mass, explode into
a new sun. Events happen
slowly, longer than we have
time to wait. Our fate is to
go the way of dust in space,
maybe drift alone forever,
or maybe be lucky enough
to connect and perpetuate.
No matter how long it takes,
our nature is to find travel
companions while we wait
for something to happen.
SUN
Sun might come out, but
inside the night never ends.
Better to sleep through
the night than to listen –
darkness is voiceless for
a reason. Sun might come
up on a ravaged landscape,
a purgatory city populated
by fallen angels with bills
to pay, debts to negotiate,
old scores they’re hoping
eternity will settle. Sun,
we turn away from you
half the time, you divide
us by nature. Inside, still
waitiing for the dawn
to break, as if my flesh
and and bones could
ever be that transparent.
SUPPOSE
I can suppose good
things or bad. Damn,
these choices can be
so inconvenient. I go
by what's right in front
of my nose. Smell will
help me tell, I suppose.
WATCH MY FLOWERS
Alas, now’s your season
of returning to the soil.
You flowered, bloomed,
matured, then withered.
Now nature begins its
process all over, some
younger thing dreaming
of lasting forever. As I
watch my flowers thrive
and decline, their cycle
just going much quicker
than mine, I’m reminded
it’s all natural and there’s
no reason to feel I asked
for it, that this somehow
is punishment.
i've been tagged by ellie (:
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
taken ♥
What if I told you that you were pretty?
depends on who you are.
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
i'm about to see my boyfriend again ((:
Do you want to be single?
no.i never ever want to be single again, i'm so so so happy in my current relationship.
Have you pretended to like someone?
hm.probably not.
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
what a beatiful question. it depends, if i'm in love with someone and i come to know that this person doesn't love me or is in a relationship already; not really. though, it may take some time for me to get over it, but it wouldn't take this long hopefully.
if it was after a break-up of a relationship..to be honest i'm in my first relationship currently, so i don't really know what this feeling is like. i know, it's quite late to be in one's first realationship with 17, but i don't care...sometimes it just takes time to find the right person, and i'm not the kind of guy who starts a relationship although i exactly know that i'll hurt my partner one day...not many people know that i've never had a relationship before, it kind of feels unlikely, although i know it's right....well.i really don't want to imagine a break-up now, but if i'd have to, i would say it will take me really really long to get over it.
What would you name your future daughter?
not sure about children today :b
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
no.honestly, i don't want to. everyone should show their feelings and emotions in my opinon. there's no point in pretending to be alright if you're close to tears.
Are you listening to music right now?
yes i am.
How is your heart lately?
beating like mad just while thinking of him ♥
Are you wearing socks?
currently? yes. hand-knitted socks of my best best best grandma.
What do people call you?
oliver. only some special people get away with ollie. :b
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
hopefully via skype.
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
yesterday evening.
Do you get stressed out easily?
no, not really.
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
my sister, my best friend pia, my dad or my boyfriend.
What is on your wrists right now?
a leather bracelet from my last holidays.
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
hot chocolate.
Are you a good artist?
probably not..well..depends on what an artist does in your opinion. i can't draw really well, i don't play any instruments, but i love photography and editing in photoshop.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
sometimes. i just met my today's boyfriend, all these feelings, this huge love inside my, every single butterfly in my belly was quite new to me. but i love the way things went, and things are today.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
nope.not on phone but on skype with my bf.
Do you use chap stick?
yes ♥ i got some sticks called "lip smacker" that flavour of coca cola and sprite and fanta and aaaaah they are so awesome.
Do you have a little sister?
i got an older sister who's smaller than me :)
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
of course i did!
What were you doing at midnight last night?
crying at a beautiful concert while wishing he could be on my side in this moment ♥
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
you can't regret something you've wanted to do in a special moment. so no, i don't.
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
yes ♥
Will next Friday be a good one?
yeah, going to see my bf again (:
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btw, not sure about the picture, i kind of like it, especially because it's not edited.
Our beloved 28 year old Daddy Bear returned to China on 10/29/2018.
We are heartbroken to see him return but at the same time happy for him. He returns to China after 15 successful years at the San Diego Zoo. He sired 5 beautiful cubs with Bai Yun all through natural breeding. He is the only male panda who can claim this in the USA.
So very proud of him, he traveled well ( he is quite good at taking naps) and was out exploring his new beautiful home on day one in China.
I now have to make my travel plans to China, gotta see this guy again.
Our darling boy, Alex.
Alex was killed at 22-years-old, coming home to us on his motorbike by a dangerous driver on September 16th 2024.
We're forever heartbroken, and miss him so much! 💙
I tore the web
of a black and yellow spider
in the brash of weeds
and down she came
on her surplus of legs
each of which
touched me and really
the touch wasn't much
but then the way
if a spider can
she looked at me
clearly somewhere between
outraged and heartbroken
made me say "I'm sorry
to have wrecked your home
your nest your larder"
to which she said nothing
only for an instant
pouched on my wrist
then swung herself off
on the thinnest of strings
back into the world.
This pretty, this perilous world.
*
Gino AKA Geronimo is trying to give the impression of being heartbroken.
I haven´t paid him enough attention lately.
So, I guess I have to work a bit on getting him back to his old happy boy state.
APPROXIMATE RELEASE DATE: 2015
PERSONAL FUN FACT: I was heartbroken when I realized this outfit had sold out. Well before I even decided I liked or wanted Grace I ogled this particular ensemble. It's quite unique--the sweater in particular draws you in. Although I will never understand why one would choose to wear shorts with a thick sweater, I adore this combination. It's one thing to have a separate hoodie or sweater with you in case you get cold...but why would you wear shorts and a thick sweater like this in the first place?!! Maybe I don't understand because I'm constantly cold. Anyways, this was not one of the outfits I was able to get after Grace retired from American Girl's website. It was already sold out by the time I had acquired my doll on eBay. From the get go, I stalked this on the secondhand market. But it was always quite pricey, often selling for more than retail. For 4 1/2 years I kept my eye out every so often for deals. Any time I was on eBay, Grace's City Outfit was one of the ensembles I checked for. I finally decided I would buy it after I had completed the rest of her outfit collection. Since it was my favorite, I couldn't bear the thought of not owning it. It always seems that my favorite outfits for a particular character are also everyone else's...like Caroline's Work Dress for instance. Sometimes you can catch a bargain, and other times you just have to suck it up and pay the going rate.The quality of this outfit is so impressive though, so it was actually worth the money.
A lassie and a couple lads playing the fine Elmdale Tavern.. where you can get a pint, a pickled egg and sit for some tunes. One of the images from a performance by The Heartbroken, consisting of Damhnait Doyle, Stuart Cameron, Blake Manning and Peter Fusco, back in January 2012.
I'm not quite sure why I didn't post these before... but, that still doesn't mean you shouldn't check them out .. the photos or the band :)
You can see the whole set from the performance here
Bear in mind the Elmdale Tavern has really poor lighting.. so I go for "mood" :)
Neil Armstrong, the first human being to walk on the moon as commander of the Apollo 11 space flight on July 20, 1969, died yesterday, aged 82.
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Below is a statement from his family:
"We are heartbroken to share the news that Neil Armstrong has passed away following complications resulting from cardiovascular procedures.
Neil was our loving husband, father, grandfather, brother and friend.
Neil Armstrong was also a reluctant American hero who always believed he was just doing his job. He served his Nation proudly, as a navy fighter pilot, test pilot, and astronaut. He also found success back home in his native Ohio in business and academia, and became a community leader in Cincinnati.
He remained an advocate of aviation and exploration throughout his life and never lost his boyhood wonder of these pursuits.
As much as Neil cherished his privacy, he always appreciated the expressions of good will from people around the world and from all walks of life.
While we mourn the loss of a very good man, we also celebrate his remarkable life and hope that it serves as an example to young people around the world to work hard to make their dreams come true, to be willing to explore and push the limits, and to selflessly serve a cause greater than themselves.
For those who may ask what they can do to honor Neil, we have a simple request. Honor his example of service, accomplishment and modesty, and the next time you walk outside on a clear night and see the moon smiling down at you, think of Neil Armstrong and give him a wink."
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Meant entirely in good taste, and with complete respect and condolences towards Neil Armstrong and his family.
TV show host Jill Franks has been left heartbroken after the disappearance of her pet bulldog.
Seven year old Scruncher went missing on a towpath walk near his home in Windsor, Berkshire, late Thursday night, when husband Larry turned his back on the microchipped and neutered pedigree pet for just a few seconds.
Now celebrity friends including Lulu, Louise Redknapp, Lisa Snowden and Kelly Hoppen have joined a Twitter campaign to reunite Jill and Larry with the tan and white Bulldog. Others including John Stapleton and band members of McFly have demonstrated support by re-tweeting.
Entertainer and dog lover, John Barrowman – a personal friend - interrupted his skiing holiday to film an appeal for broadcast on the Twittersphere.
‘It is a life-changer,’ admitted Jill, 48, who has been one of the hosts on the shopping channel QVC for over 15 years.
‘It's been a very emotional time and very stressful. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. At the moment it's difficult to sleep and even more difficult to wake up, as the nightmare returns.’
‘He has a loyal Bulldog nature. If he was left somewhere, even for a moment, he would just sit and wait for Larry to collect him thanks to him,’ she said.
‘He is so obedient, so this is totally out of his character. We want everyone to look out for him.’
She and Larry have spent hours scouring the streets close to where he disappeared and surrounding areas. Apart from the Twitter drive, they have distributed hundreds of posters across the county and offered a substantial reward.
‘We fell in love with Bulldogs many years ago as they are beautiful, affectionate, sensitive and love human beings. Scruncher was typical, a unique treasure, a true legend, everyone in the area knows him. We miss him dreadfully.’
Larry, 50, who a partner of a Public Relations company, was walking Scruncher and the couple’s other dog, Mr Bojangles, when he ran up some steps to deposit a bag in a dog bin. He told Scruncher to ‘stay’ at the bottom while Mr Bojangles – also a British bulldog - was half way up the steps. When Larry dashed back down the stairs and Scruncher had vanished.
Although the River Thames is swollen after heavy rain, the couple believe it unlikely Scruncher entered its fast running waters.
‘He hates water so much it is difficult to get him to go out in the rain,’ explained Jill.
‘This is a walk Scruncher is very familiar with and has done since he was a puppy.
‘He has never gone missing before and never leaves Larry’s side. He wouldn't wander off either, in fact, I’ve rarely seen him run".
Swans gliding on the water nearby remained undisturbed and the water was calm. The couple fear he may have been targeted and taken for a pet or a ransom.
Scruncher, who has distinctive bald patches on his sides and weighs a hefty 32 kg, achieved celebrity status when he was photographed with celebrities attending the premier of the film ‘Cats and Dogs 2’ three years ago.
He also appeared in The Sun wearing an England shirt supporting the England football teams last World Cup campaign, and has appeared in campaigns for Churchill insurance. He is a frequent fixture on Jill’s blog and has appeared on her show.
Fellow QVC hosts including Claire Sutton and Craig Rowe have also joined the campaign.
Said Jill: ‘We've had support from Bulldog breeders and pet lovers in America, South Africa, Australia and Dubai. The texts keep coming in through the night, with the time difference. It's amazing how many people come together to help right the wrong. If anyone knows anything, please let us know by calling 07956 939007 /Paul King@Alamy Live News UK
With oh so heavy hearts, Randy and I made the decision it was time to let our beautiful boy, Bleu, go to doggy heaven yesterday... His back legs had just become useless... He was not in pain really, just had no use of them... He was falling everyday, sometimes even off the ramp we had put up a couple of years ago for him, and needed help getting up. It was the hardest thing we've ever had to do... He was such a joy..... so smart... so loving... We will forever be heartbroken...
Explored 08/22/09 #336
Explored. Highest Position: #68 3/16/2009
Incubus: Mexico
“You could see me reaching,
So why couldn’t you have met me halfway?
You could see me bleeding
But you could not put pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself”
She Wants Revenge: Someone Must Get Hurt
“I can tell you’d like some sympathy
But I can’t fix you and you don’t want me,
How can I trust you?
How could you need me now?
It’s getting to be so cold
The decision is in that I won’t break
You can’t even run with our lives at stake
Well someone must get hurt
And it won't be me
A Perfect Circle: 3 Libras
“Cause I threw you the obvious
To see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
Oh well oh well apparently nothing
Apparently nothing at all
You don’t see me
You don’t see me at all”
The Bravery: The Ocean
“All of these moments are lost in time
But you’re caught in my head like a thorn on a vine
Took forever to amend me and I wonder why
Do I wish I’ve never known you at all?”
Jem: Missing You
“I’ll always be thankful for the time we had
We were blessed and should celebrate but I feel too sad
All the wonderful memories just make me fall apart
And it feels like somebody’s stabbed me in the heart
And I, yes I, miss you and it’s killing inside
Oh well I, yes I miss you, and want you by my side”
Modest Mouse: Little Motel
“We trade tit for tat like that for this
And I don’t think there was insult that was missed
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
I was tagged a few times
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
Taken by the king of kings like what ;) I'm single though
What if I told you that you were pretty?
I'd turn around to see if there was someone behind me and then say thank you
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
Hopefully going to the father of lights movie showing/concert tour
Do you want to be single?
I don't really worry about whether or not I'm single. What is being in a relationship with someone that makes it so desirable?
Have you pretended to like someone?
I don't know really
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
ummmmm no se
What would you name your future daughter?
Elodyn(because of halley)
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
ummmm in public yes.....on flickr not so much
Are you listening to music right now?
Yep, Perfector by My Epic
How is your heart lately?
Calm, content, ready to run
Are you wearing socks?
NEVER!!!!!!
What do people call you?
mmm shay, momo(from avatar the last airbender), nicole(middle name)
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
ummm I like everyone, and no one's around to talk :P
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
People at church awkwardly hug me all the time XD
Do you get stressed out easily?
Sometimes I think
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
Jesus, A whole lot of people on flickr
What is on your wrists right now?
creases
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
hot chocolate with milk, cinnamon, and peppermint
Are you a good artist?
surrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee XD
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
No
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
With my best friend who was having some problems, sadly that was in middle school, and now I can't be there to help her fix her problems
Do you use chap stick?
I probably should but no
Do you have a little sister?
No but I have a neice
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
Yep, My mommy
What were you doing at midnight last night?
Taking pictures/chatting
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
Never kissed anyone :P
Will next Friday be a good one?
Yes, everyday is good regardless
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Stella was not gray...this is the sunlight streaming over her.
Nothing but love in her eyes'''''''
We said good-bye to Stella ........
Cantilli talkin’ ‘bout my girl CGC call name Stella b. 5 July, 2003 d. 6 February, 2015
This closes our chapter of the class of 2003.
Sent to us from Gypsy and Stella from across Rainbow Bridge
“ Did you ever know that you were our heroes?
You're everything we wished you would be
We could fly higher than an eagle
For you were the wind beneath our paws”
We said good-bye to Stella today; the last of her litter of ten now reunited across Rainbow Bridge. Stella was my Velcro girl and was almost always by my side in my arms, or close by just like she left us in our arms. I am heartbroken and the sadness is overwhelming. The more they love you the more you love them back and that has left a huge void in me. My dogs mean the world to me. I am so glad she stayed as long as she did.
My first experience with Stella was picking her up from Jan Ward and driving back to FL. We stopped in Valdosta, GA for the night and I got her onto the bed after much coaxing. From that moment on she was by my side. I don’t know why, but that’s when the bond happened and it lasted the rest of her life.
When Gypsy was young she’d stop traffic in our neighborhood and people would marvel at her. With Stella it was no different. On several occasions strangers would come up to me. Now, anyone who has a flat-coat has had that happened, but I had strangers come up and say, “That may be the most beautiful dog I have ever seen.” I was proud to own a flat-coat; I was so proud of Stella.
Gypsy had a huge personality and Stella was no different. Stella was the most affectionate dog I have ever been around and typically had a stuffie in her mouth. She was one of a kind. She was smart, active, and always ready for the camera. I loved her dearly. I am so saddened.
I cannot speak too highly of our breeder Jan Ward at Cahaba Flatcoated Retrievers; a true AKC Breeder of Merit and AKC Birmingham Kennel Club Breeder of the year for 2013. She has provided us with three amazing dogs and remained a friend throughout their lives. Her support was unwavering as well as many of the owners of Stella’s littermates. Some of you on Flickr may remember Allieangel, Sam, Kipling, Wrangler, and Nemo…some truly great dogs. We honestly love Jan.
Saying good-bye to Stella was as painful as saying good-bye to her litter mate Gypsy on 31 May, 2013. We have Piper Gypsy and Stella's great-niece and I am a “grandfather” to my daughter’s dogs Bandit and Marley and they are great dogs, too.
When we lost Gypsy I’d burst into tears at any time and that condition lasted longer than most of you would believe; I still cry for her. The loss of Stella is no different. As with Gypsy there are so very many things I see or think about that remind me Stella is gone. The loneliness and lack of major greetings are really missed. The last major greeting was on 25 January, 2015 when I came home from a visit in FL. I think Stella knew that she had to stay alive long enough to give me one more major greeting and sleep next to me again, The time when I’m suppose to think of things that make me smile….that time is a very long time off.
What do I miss? I do not feel her body next to mine when I am in bed, or eating at the table, or watching TV, sitting at the computer, or talking on my ham radio.
I miss getting up early because there’s 67 pounds standing excitedly on me hungry and ready to go out. I miss her coy flirtatiousness with a tongue to put an exclamation point on it. I miss her tail wagging like no other dog I’ve ever had; the wagging tail has stopped. I miss her huge greetings. My love dog is gone and now I cry.
I’ll never get tired of thanking everyone for their support throughout the years with Gypsy and Stella. The people on Flickr and Facebook are the best. We’ve had great adventures together and I will never forget them or the people and their dogs we met along the way. I cannot say enough about all the vets and staff at Gwinnett Animal Hospital who cared for Gypsy and Stella like they were one of their own. The compassion felt there was truly beyond the call of duty. Kudos to you all.
Watching Stella and knowing what was coming hurt us every day. There were so many firsts we had with Stella, but right now I can only dwell on the lasts...…last time out breathing in the night air, last time in the van, last time in my arms, the last words she heard; Daddy loves, Daddy loves, Daddy loves, and the last breath she took. When I lost Gypsy I lost my sense of humor and she broke my heart; losing Stella has broken everything else.
Thank you Stella for all the love and the never-ending supply of it you had.
I miss you so very much. My bestest girl Stella is gone…long live my bestest girl Piper.
Daddy
Stella aka:
Stella B
Beazer
The Beeze
Stellatinus (everyone should have a gladiator name)
The Bees Knees (whatever that meant)
Love Sponge
The Love Dog (similar as the Love Boat)
Sweetness
Oda Mae (Brown)
Eatamus Everythingus (Roman names are cool, too)
Stella Bella
Ok So Im Feeling Heartbroken Right Now.The Guy I Like Well I Found Out He Hates Me And Likes One Of My Best Friends And Me And The Guy Are Also Best Friends And He Knows I Like Him...It Hurts But I'll Get Over It.
Dr. Harold Stewart was heartbroken when he accidently knocked his Zeiss monocular microscope off the lab bench and broke it. With this microscope, made around 1890, Stewart had seen lesions in sections of experimental animals that led him to study the effect of chemical carcinogens in rodents. His research became the first animal tumor model system for the study of gastric cancer in humans and laid the foundation for the field of experimental carcinogenesis. Stewart used the microscope for 59 years at the National Cancer Institute (NCI) – he had been on the original staff of NCI when it was created in 1937, and was head of the Laboratory of Pathology from 1939-1969, when he became emeritus. Stewart worked at NCI until he retired at nearly 97 years old, not long after he broke his trusty microscope.