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When I awakened from my nightmare I decided to make a polaroid wall to remember every happy moment and every cool ass person in my life..
I shot this right as McKenna and Kyla opened the door coming home from their first day back at school. I don't recall ever being that happy...
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Jenn's bridal portrait session at Brigg's Mansion + Swiss Tinker Cottage & Museum + downtown Rockford, IL | Winnebago County | Northern Illinois
Two hundred fifty 19th Engineer Battalion Soldiers returning from a 9-month deployment to Kuwait were welcomed homed during a ceremony at the new 19th Engineer Battalion Complex Aug. 9 at 6:30 a.m.
During the deployment, the battalion carried out numerous construction projects. Examples include about 130,000 labor hours spent on forward operating base construction at Camps Arifjan and Buehring in Kuwait. The 19th Engineers also assisted Tajikistan locals with infrastructure improvement projects.
Upon its return, the battalion will occupy the newly constructed 19th Engineer Battalion Complex. The state-of-the-art $41.1 million complex is comprised of more than 190,000 square feet of administrative, barracks and training space.
This has been the battalion’s fourth deployment since they were reactivated at Fort Knox in 2005.
"My soldier, my dad, my hero."
Jacob sees his daddy for the first time in a year. He was away in Iraq. I thought he would never let go of his daddy.
Valentine's Day dinner, made by the both of us: Alaskan salmon that we dipnetted last summer with an Italian caper-olive-anchovy-parsley sauce, buttery milky polenta with parmesan and pepper, and asparagus parboiled in white wine vegetable broth and then seared in olive oil. I have a wonderful life partner for whom I am so grateful. That, and a little bit of extra sweetness and something homemade, is all I need on a day like this.
I find weightlessness in the hustle of the city, the heat pounding down upon my back like 36 degree bricks, sweat upon my brow and with the burning asphalt beneath my feat, i still revel in the hunt for the proud angles i crave
PIECES OF A CONVERSATION I WILL NEVER HAVE WITH PEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW I REALLY WANT TO HAVE WITH THEM.
Now, come on, don’t tell me that this isn’t joy.
Don’t tell me that this isn’t happiness.
Don’t tell me that all that went wrong last time around came from me.
Indiscretion and deceit came, they came from my side, but fault lay with us both you know. There was frustration and anger underneath those lies of mine. No excuse I know, but an explanation nonetheless.
So, here, take a look at this, look into those eyes, look at that smile. Do you think I have the imagination to make that happen? Do you think I have the power to take it away? Do you think I was wrong to search for this? This is hers. It will never be mine, it can’t be mine but I am part of it. I am there in that room, with that body, with that movement, with the dancing and the laughter.
Seriously, I ask you, hell, I’m telling you, look into those eyes. Don’t pass over them quickly; don’t look away after a few seconds. Look at those eyes.
Now, if you do that for me and then you tell me that this is just a picture, just a snap, a photo, well I’ll know you never really got it. On the otherhand, if you tell me that this is a moment captured, that you understand that the movement that flowed before and after the shutter clicked comes not from modelling work or camera skills but a heart at ease and a happy home, then maybe I'll sit at ease.
All that stuff you said, about her being a nice girl, about me treating her badly does it still stand? All those insidious accusations that were gently placed before me, that I abused her with blunt words and folded arms, do you still think they carry any weight? Now that you know that this is what I was seeking from life, and I tell you honestly, from her, do you still want to carry that flame for her?
I was angry, once. I was furious for a while. Even after I was caught up in this new world of mine, even when I was laying the foundations of a happier home, I was angry. Angry that I let the story end with such a clichéd, tattered ending, angry that my actions let you all fold your arms, tut your pious tuts and align yourself on the side that no longer had a say.
I’m over that now, it’s a fight I don’t need to win. Not with you and not with her. What’s more, if any of you wish to pick up that cudgel once again, wants to re-open that debate, take a look at who I have standing not behind but alongside me. Take a look at this shot, take a look at the life, the energy and the love that danced for me that night and is dancing still. Should the come time she’ll fight for me too. Do you really want to take her on? do you really want to take us on? Do you really still think that I was wrong?
Steel plate engraving from The Home Affections as pourtrayed by the Poets, collected by Charles Mackay 1866.
With engravings of pictures by prominent artists, engraved by the Brothers Dalziel.
Published by George Routledge & Sons, London. Blue and gilt embellished cloth binding, 359 pages 23cm x 17.5cm.
For the first time ever, I set a table in my own home. We didn't have room for a table in the apartment so it feels like a little bit of a luxury to not have to balance my dinner on my lap. How did we celebrate? With a bottle of Washington Riesling to go with dinner.
Also, we were able to use our moderately fancy wine glasses (they're riedel vivant glasses from Target) for the first time since we received them as a wedding gift.
Little Jessie chases after Sukie and baps her in the nose!...Sukie wants to play, too, so she laps that big tongue over Jessie's face!..It is sooo funny!!...
When I get home, Lily always greets me at the door for a friendly conversation. For everyone else, though, she sharpens her claws. Don't take it personally. After years of training with the secret service, she's a bonafide watchcat, and it's hard for her to change her ways.
Помните как в детстве мамы запрещали нам грызть ногти и ковырять пальцем в носу? А самым настойчивым даже мазали пальцы перцем и становилось так невкусно грызть ногти, что поневоле отпадало желание это делать.. Зато теперь, когда нам уже достаточно лет и мы чувствуем себя вполне самостоятельными чтобы принимать любые решения, мы по старой детской привычке украдкой тянем руки в рот, думая что никто и не заметит, если быстро... И ведь они же совсем невкусные, в чем прелесть-то? Но привычка сильнее нас! :-)