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So.... fun story. I was at work on Sunday and while I was gone, Jon decided to redo the patio. Like crazy. He got astroturf, new chairs, a fire pit, reed fence, trees, patio lights, everything. Nice thing to come home to! Monday we got to enjoy the finished product and sit by the fire with our coffee.
Tuesday rolls around and we get a letter asking to take down the bamboo, torches, PATIO LIGHTS, and plants??? Ok, torches I understand. Fire hazard and such. But we've had them since march so I don't get it. Reed fence.... yeah we have NO privacy. We are on the bottom floor and the first thing everyone sees when they drive into the complex. We are arguing this with them now. Maybe we can cut it a bit. But patio lights? And PLANTS??? come on. Isn't that what a patio is for?? The letter states that only patio furniture and bikes are allowed outside and "its not a storage area." It looks a million times better now. Everyone here has plants. Well maybe 90%. We can have the ugliest patio furniture and rotting bikes outside but not something really nice that shows potential renters that the current tenants are comfy and making themselves at home and happy in this center? I don't get their logic.
Hopefully we can settle this peacefully. Otherwise, its time to buy some broken patio furniture and rusty broken bikes.
.it never changes to the moon and back.
.even when we are only hanging in the backyard on our dock.
I run from pain
But I run too late
I run my life
Or is it running me
Run from my past
I run too fast
Or too slow it seems
When lies become the truth
That’s when I run to you
This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby you’re the only one I run to
I run to you
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Special thank you to Elysium Eilde for this amazing gifty! The Dreaming Pose from *xoxo ania*
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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.
An evening scene from home, with my wife Catherine, our daughter Ida, and our amazing cat Paolo who does three things in life - sleep (90% of the time), eat (0.1% of the time, but he's demanding food about 10% of the time), and getting caressed (5-10% of the time). Taken 15 October 2011
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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?
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.