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I went to sleep heartbroken, disheartened and sick to my stomach. My beloved Boise State Broncos lost last night to Nevada in what could be described as a meltdown. I grew up in Boise and used to go to every game back before they could even buy a victory against the University of Idaho. I also went to school there for a couple of years. Congrats to Nevada, who played a heck of a game… I guess all good things must come to an end, but I really thought this would be our shot for the big game.
This image comes from Sea Ranch last Wednesday morning. It was 31 degrees, with no clouds, but what, am I going to stay in bed and not go shoot when I’m in Sea Ranch?? Yeah Right. It’s amazing up there, it really is. What a treat it was to share the northern coastline with my mom. Happy weekend everyone, may your college team play better than mine did.
Cheers, -jared r.
PS – I found a flashlight here which was most likely dropped the night of the lighting. Flickr mail me to describe and claim.
Canon 5DMKII
Canon 16-35mm @ 16mm
Iso 50
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HiTek 3 stop SE GND
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
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'' We all have a kingdom of our own. A place where reality meets fantasy, where the impossible become the possible. We all have a place that we can hide our deepest secrets, and explore our wildest dreams.''
Did this with the program called Pixelmator..i.hate.you.P..
SORRY FOR BEING A TERRIBLE CONTACT
i will make it up to your guys..
THA TAG v
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
Singel bby! :D
What if I told you that you were pretty?
I would be like = Oh, stop it you<33
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
GETTING HOME! To Norway! :D minus the 6 hour drive..
Do you want to be single?
At the moment; Yeah..hahaha..
Have you pretended to like someone?
yup..
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
Sometimes :3
What would you name your future daughter?
Anastasia..best.name.ever.
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
nope..haha
Are you listening to music right now?
Nope..but 5 minutes ago I DID..
FLORANCE + THE MACHINES BBY<3
How is your heart lately?
Mah heart? good...I hope..
Are you wearing socks?
ARE YA CRAZY..it is summer -_-
What do people call you?
Malena..Lena-Malena..and barber shop pole
(see Smosh)
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
have nobody..so nah.
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
My father..when he was on his way to the airport..a few hours ago :)
Do you get stressed out easily?
yes..hate it
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
Mah family, mah best-friends and mah dog :P
What is on your wrists right now?
nothing but my skin :)
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
HOT CHOCOLATE 4 LIFE
Are you a good artist?
nah...haha
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
Sometimes, yes :P
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
I don't talk on the phone, I text :P
Do you use chap stick?
nope, don't even now what it is..
Do you have a little sister?
yah
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
YES
What were you doing at midnight last night?
looking at the stars, and the fog..
I swear..there was a seriel killer amongs the fog.
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
yup
Will next Friday be a good one?
yes :D
You can just remove the tag if you like :D
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The moment my flash didn't fire... heartbroken. (excuse the credit tag - its just in case people go a'nicking..)
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He was Norman, a goofy stray cat who fell in love with my little Angelinajolie and the catnip patch they shared.
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He kept showing up in my garden, begging for a spot in the household. What a sweet boy he turned out to be. Willoughby loved everyone and was always friendly to every person, and most cats. He even made friends with Izzy and Meatie. Willie followed me around like puppy and i could even walk with him around the block; he helped me search for Meatie when he went missing. Willie was afraid of furniture when he was first allowed in the house---i suppose the dear boy had never been in a house before. He brought countless smiles and so much joy to me and my other kitties. What a dingbat he was and shall always remain in my heart.
Now Willoughby is fighting for his life, and I am told by the vet, his chances are none.
I am heartbroken to lose this incredibly gentle, inquisitive, loyal and loving cat from my family.
Heartbroken.
Even though he has lost interest in food, he will still eat catnip without hesitation. :-)
Willie slept curled up in my arms last night. His purr soothed me. Pray for us please.
I love you, Willie. You have brightened my life.
more sweetness
Aiin hoje faço 1 mês de namoro, estou mes sentindo tão feliz, em ter uma pessoa como você amor ao meu lado, que me completa. Meu amor, é impossível viver sem você, este espaço é pequeno demais para falar do grande amor que sinto por você. Hoje estou especialmente feliz por nós estarmos completando um mês juntos. Por poder dividir com você tantos momentos lindos e inesquecíveis, tempos de felicidade e paz no meu coração, plenos carinhos, satisfação de alma e corpo. Aquele primeiro beijo não foi um equívoco. Sim, o primeiro beijo não foi apenas satisfação de um impulso. E o segundo também não, e todos os seguintes que duraram nesse tempo juntos só vieram confirmar a força da minha paixão e do meu amor por você.
♥ Amor, eu te amo ;D
This is Sarah again. I took her senior pictures on Wednesday. I won't have time to edit them until after vacation, but I enjoyed this one, so here you go. A little taste. (:
I have been tagged by the sweet Mary Jo. It's been too long since I did this. :')
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
All of the above...
What if I told you that you were pretty?
It seems customary to say "thank you." And I would probably give you a compliment in return... because that's how I roll. :P
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
Leaving for Colorado on Thursday with the family! Stoked.
Do you want to be single?
Yes, until I am mature enough to be in a relationship.
Have you pretended to like someone?
Not that I am aware.
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
Some of the hardest things I've done in my life.
What would you name your future daughter?
I have always loved the name Ariel (means "lioness of God"), but then there was The Little Mermaid... O.o I also enjoy the name Jade.
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
Yeah, people never seem to know what I'm feeling, unless it's massive frustration.
Are you listening to music right now?
Misty Edwards, yes!
How is your heart lately?
...Tattered and torn just like anyone's, but I've been listening to this song and it's moving me so much lately. God is working in me in ways I can't really understand, and at times I don't even feel at all. But I trust it is magnificent and beautiful. Learning the endurance of love.
Are you wearing socks?
No way!
What do people call you?
Hayley. -.- Or today, one person called me Allie, and another called me Kelly. Ugh.
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
No.
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
An hour and a half ago.
Do you get stressed out easily?
Not particularly.
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
Jesus. And I vent in my journals and talk to my brother or one of my best friends.
What is on your wrists right now?
A life bracelet, to remind me to pray for the end of abortion in my city/state/country/world.
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
This depends entirely on the time of year. I think cider is usually more ideal though.
Are you a good artist?
I'm decent.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
February 2012... One of the times of my life. Yes, I miss the way it was, but that's mostly because of the relationships I had built.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
Does texting until 2:00 count? Or talking in person to my brother until 3:00...? Haha.
Do you use chap stick?
ALL THE TIME. The whole time I've been filling this out my lips have been aching for some relief.
Do you have a little sister?
No little siblings at all.
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
Several. (:
What were you doing at midnight last night?
Being up too late as usual... I think I was getting ready for bed (didn't get to sleep until later though).
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
HA, you think I've kissed someone. What a joke.
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
HAHA.
Will next Friday be a good one?
Garden of the Gods, heck yeah! :D
Original art by Lisa Betournay. #fineart #painting #skeleton #skeletonart #darkart #heartbroken #skeletonpainting #acrylic #acrylicpainting #surrealism #brokenheartpainting #sadskeleton
Now you're gonna kiss me
Missed me?
I missed you, everyone of you.
:]
I'm back.
So the story.
Stallion broke, I was heartbroken,
Stallion fixed, I have to get back in the habit.
Send your love :]
Oh, and i've been tagged.
Plus, sixteenth person to comment you are tagged.
Now Sixteen things.
1.My camera's name is Stallion.
2.I have a bestfriend, her name is ,Emily. , were thisclose.
3. I love boy shirts.
4. I love projects in Student Council, I feel like a Kindergardner :]
5. I can cook Pizza.
6. Platonic, is my favourite word.
7. I have a Bamboo tree named bambi.
8. Nolan is my favourite boy name.
9. I'm easily irratated.
10. My friends spoil me.
11. My car is named Scarlett, any guesses in what colour she is?
12. I am named after a Queen and a Goddess :]
13. I love thunderstorms, actually I love rain.
14. My mind is dark, my humor is darker.
15. House is my favourite show.
16. This is how old I am, it was a bitter sixteen. The way I like my chocolate.
Our beloved 28 year old Daddy Bear returned to China on 10/29/2018. See Article posted on SDZ link below
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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.
We're heartbroken about this.
You'll have to bear with me while I try to describe the situation. A couple of weeks ago this little squirrel hobbled into the backyard. It was severely injured. My best guess is that a dog go a hold of it. (injuries seem wrong for a car 'accident', or tangling with a cat.)
This squirrel had bite marks behind its head. Both back legs are damaged, and surely the left one is broken. It can't walk straight, and any attempt to run is a wobbly, sideways, painful thing to see. It can barely climb 'up', and has to fall to get back down.
I thought that surely it would die, and that would be that. But it has struggled to stay alive. I put sunflower seeds on the ground at it's 'favorite' spot. It picks up peanuts with its mouth, but can't balance to hold them with its front legs to break into them, so just holds them until eventually they are dropped.
I've been making sure that it had plenty of sunflower seeds, and fresh water. I've been hoping to see it MAYBE get a bit stronger; the opposite seems to be the case. It can't climb a tree, so I think it has been spending nights under our deck. With temperatures plummeting, and up to ten inches of snow forecast by Wednesday, I'm helpless to do anything more. I'm certain beyond doubt that any vet would insist on putting it down...and I'm not of that temperament. As long as it struggles to eat and drink, and is able to return each morning to 'its spot', I'll try to make it as comfortable as possible.
We both literally weep watching the pathetic effort it makes. That is probably a stupid emotional response, but to see this little squirrel struggle to get to food, struggle much harder to get to water...and to see what looks like tears in its eyes...well, it brings them to ours!
Some of my best memories are of having dinner at this restaurant with my family back in the late 70's - early 80's. We used to go have dinner and then sit in the lounge afterward and listen to a local duo named Panache. I was heartbroken when I found out the building had been demilished for condos... Which were never built. This was the last in a dead breed of theme based restaurants that dotted the Pinellas Suncoast. Another that comes to mike was Trader Frank's at Tiki Gardens on Indian Shores. I just can't bear the thought of this memory going away so I am putting it up here for others to (hopefully) enjoy.
The small signage picture and the larger picture on the left and the text below are credited to www.gethep.net/road/index.html
I don't recall where I found the picture on the right. I don't take credit for taking it, but I wish I had. :-)
The Santa Madeira has run its course.
The 14,000-square-foot restaurant in the shape of a Spanish galleon began operations in Madeira Beach, Florida in 1977. On the crest of 2003, the wind had been knocked out of its sails. "Trader" Jack Pearsall and a partner opened the Santa Madeira. Previously known as the Brown Derby, the restaurant was capable of serving up to 600 patrons. A Victorian style banquet room was often used for weddings and other special events. Inside, it was easy to be beaconed back to the days of the great dance halls.
On April 30th, the ship was raided by treasure seekers as all of its contents, inside and out, went to auction. In its belly was a vast assortment of nautical items, ranging from a brass diving suit, to model ships that decorated the dining room. Massive cannon replicas that tried to protect the boat from invading chain establishments also went.
As is the latest trend of failing Florida icons, management blamed the closure on an attendance drop since 9/11. In truth, the restaurant was a dying breed and so were its patrons.
The Santa Madeira seemed to lack an appeal for younger generations, leaving its meal ticket to a flock of early birds. Many of them seemed nostalgic in quotes they gave to local newspapers, recalling times when they had their anniversary or birthday at sea.
As is the case with much fleeting Florida roadside, the land is slated for condominiums. County appraisers have estimated the property at $1 million and current owner John Georgi is moving full speed ahead to close a deal with developers.
(Commentary - The development never happened and the land sits vacant almost 10 years later)
The Santa Madeira
601 American Legion Drive
Madeira Beach, FL
You said you'd always stay by my side....
I have had this concept in my head for months and just never got around to doing it! It took quite a while to actually put that paper on my wall and find all those markers and such.
This is the only shot I've ever edited where I like the person in black and white rather than the other way around!
What's great is I'm really happy. I'm not in the same place I was when I conceptualized this.
It kind of does apply to life right now, but it's OK. I know it's going to all work out:)
Original art by Lisa Betournay. #fineart #painting #skeleton #skeletonart #darkart #heartbroken #skeletonpainting #acrylic #acrylicpainting #surrealism #brokenheartpainting #sadskeleton
It seems that our youngest daughter (aka my wife's cat) has a boyfriend. There is one major obstacle in their relationship. She's an indoor cat, he isn't.
8/14/08 - No, I don't mean my 365 set, although I'm very unhappy with this. I found out terrible news earlier today and it seems that I can't bring myself to a good photo. I'm terrified of the future and I'm heartbroken. My heart has suffered from wear and tear over a period of a year and I do not mean a childish heartbreak from a boy. By this heartbreak I mean life-changing, goal-ruining broken. None of my friends or aquaintances know what I'm talking about and honestly I'm not going to explain it. I just have to rise above it and let myself find happiness or I'll be back where I started this time last year. I will not be shattered.
I need help along the way.
"Catalyst, you insist to pull me down. You contradict the fact that you still want me around and it’s all downhill from here." - New Found Glory.
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Finally - review 068
Kim Edwards
The Memory Keeper's Daughter
First published in: 2005
This edition: Penguin Books, 2006
ISBN: 0-14-303714-5
Cover design by Greg Mollica
When Dr. David Henry's wife goes into labor, it's a stormy winter evening in the nineteen sixties; David has no other choice but to deliver his own children. Twins - a boy and a girl. The boy is perfectly healthy... but as a doctor, Henry immediately realizes his newborn girl has Down syndrome. Convincing himself he has the best intentions, he makes the decision which leaves his wife heartbroken and leaves his daughter with nowhere else to go into the (instantly loving) arms of David's nurse, Caroline. Unable to dump the baby at an institution at David's request, Caroline decides to leave town and raise the baby (Phoebe) as her own.
The Memory Keeper's Daughter centers around the consequences of David's secret decision. His wife thinks her daughter has died in childbirth. A nurse, unprepared to be a mother, lives a life in hiding out of love for a girl who is not her own. A brother is left to wonder about his twin sister and what she would have been like. Then, there's David's own struggle with what he has done.
Because he definitely struggles. It would be easy to judge David Henry for it. It's hard to imagine what kind of man, father, doctor would do such a thing? His daughter, a fragile newborn who needs him, is rejected and sent off like she's nothing more than an errand to run, delegated to the next person who has time for it. A package to be delivered to the nearest orphanage.
I'm going to relate something personal in this review. I hesitated sharing this at first but I think it will help to explain the power of this book. At least for me.
Down Syndrome 'runs' in my family. One case involves my grandfather's sister, Marie, born in the late 1930's. She passed away in October 2000 and lived to be 62 years old. She had the mental capabilities of a 5 year-old, but just as much spirit and joy. Of course my great-grandparents didn't recognize what she had at the time of her birth, unlike David. But when my great-grandparents find out, they accepted their daughter, acknowledged her and they tried to do right by her. She was always loved and taken care of (even after her parents had died; her siblings took over) - and I truly believe she was happy.
Then there was my little cousin. He didn't make it.
The Memory Keeper's Daughter, or well, David's decision broke my heart quite a bit, to be honest. Like I feared it would. It would have been easy for me to just stop reading right there. I was angered by this man's cowardice.
But... I understood, too.
The Memory Keeper's Daughter isn't as black and white. Kim Edwards shows tremendous insight into people and their dilemma's, their emotions before and after a choice is made, their guilt and other consequences - and ultimately, their redemption. Kim Edwards wanted to write a book about a family secret: What keeping a secret can do to those keeping it, and those it's being kept from. No, it's not black and white. The Memory Keeper's Daughter is full of grays, some lighter, some darker, but all grays.
David made the wrong decision. I do feel this, but I can't hate him for it. David is a complex character with a traumatic history (one that explains a lot about his choice). He hopes to protect his family, and course he also tries to protect his younger self from living his past all over again, from being confronted with his own pain.
David is hard to forgive. I'm not sure I can. But I can understand. I understand him.
Kim Edwards has stirred up an intense inner conflict within a reader, a discussion between head and heart which concludes with compassion and mercy. What an incredible talent for a novelist to have. She's someone aspiring writers can look up to.
The Memory Keeper's Daughter. What a book.
My heart was broken in the beginning, on the mend when reaching the end - but divided all the way.
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We are all extremely heartbroken. This week Bruno passed away. He was only ill for a very short time, but a very aggressive lymphoma took him from us on Wednesday. There was absolutely nothing we could do except for loving him and giving him comfort care.
He was such a great dog and a big personality. We miss him more than can be imagined.
In his 9 years with us he made us smile every day.
He entered our life full of energy and lack of self control by diving head first into a McDonalds bag within 10 minutes of being in our car, and when we pulled him out he had his mouth full of french fries.
In many ways he never grew up. He was always there, inserting himself into family fun, love, sadness, and chill time. He loved life wherever we were - at home, at the lake, or traveling to and from the lake.
He was confident that everyone loved him, to the point that he once climbed in a minivan that wasn't ours while he was on a loose lead and my wife was chatting to someone on the street. When she spotted him he was begging for goldfish crackers from the kids in their car seats.
He loved the water and dock jumping like no one else. He jumped so well that people would stop their boats to watch the show he was putting on.
His brains were not smart. And that was perfect. He never figured out that when someone walked past the back of the house in the park they did not teleport to our front window.
He was just tall enough to peek his eyes over the edge of the kitchen table to catch blueberries that we rolled to him at breakfast.
His most heinous crime was once knocking Eva over while she was pooping. A crime that he found so funny that he ran around the yard with the biggest smile until she tackled him and disciplined him (which he let her do even though she was half of his weight).
He is the one that let Aggie stop being so scared. Aggie trusted him so much that she would do whatever he did. Including demanding brushing after he was done and coming in for fake ear wipes whenever we needed to treat him for an ear infection/yeast overgrowth. During her first year as a 52 week dog he was in the room with her for almost every photo.
Every time he went to the vet he would climb on and off the scale repeatedly trying to get a cookie every time he went on it. He would also eat Aggie's cookies when she was too scared. He also shoved his face in every cat carrier to see if the cats wanted to say hi.
He loved yelling at squirrels at the lake. Even if he didn't know where they were.
He once ate half a role of paper towels on a car trip to the lake, then had white poops for the next three days,
His bottom teeth were crooked, his breath was sweet, and he required 30 minutes of hair care every time he went swimming.
He loved cuddling but would over heat. His favorite toys were stuffed dinosaurs, especially the tiny 4 inch long one that I bought by mistake on Amazon.
He wore hats and sunglasses better than anyone else. He never learned how to shake a paw, but he did learn that if he walked between your legs he could get a butt scritchie (deep finger scratch/pet on his hips). He also learned to slap you if you stopped petting before he was done.
He gave us over 3,390 perfect happy days. And we will miss him forever.
Eva and Aggie are doing okay, but the house sure does seem quiet without his big hairy happy presence. Our hearts hurt, but he gave us so much of his heart over the years that we will heal and keep his memory with us forever.
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