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Tôi đang trải qua những năm tháng thanh xuân của mình, sẽ trải nghiệm nhiều nhiều hơn nữa để mà khi tuổi già đến sẽ chẳng phải tiếc điều gì .
Chiều làm về, tính về nhà ngay hấp cơm nguội ăn đỡ, nhưng mà thôi sẵn có bạn bè nên họp mặt lai rai vài chai bia, kể nhau nghe vài dòng tâm sự mà hiếm khi có dịp thổ lộ.
Mấy hôm nay mẹ qua nhà chị trông cháu, về nhà có 1 mình thấy buồn buồn (vì thiếu mẹ) nhưng không thấy bị cô đơn.
Đốt vài điều thuốc, nghe nhạc trầm tư nghĩ về những năm tháng trước, ngẫm nghĩ cái câu
"Cái đẹp là cái đã qua"
Phải chăng thế mà những gì đã từng làm Ken đau, khi nghĩ lại thấy nó đẹp đẽ đến không ngờ.
Người ta không phải hơn nhau về tuổi tác, về bằng cấp mà là hơn nhau ở cái đầu và sự trải nghiệm.
Sau mỗi vấp ngã, người nào đứng lên được người đó là kẻ chiến thắng !
“Án, tất điện đô. Mạn đa ra. Bạt đa da, ta bà ha.”
T3 - 21/08/2012
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.
Jenn's bridal portrait session at Brigg's Mansion + Swiss Tinker Cottage & Museum + downtown Rockford, IL | Winnebago County | Northern Illinois
My elder Sisters and Brother( i wasn't born)
Text ~Home, Heart,& Family with thanks to Norma Frances~
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Photo~My Family Set~
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House
Birds
birdhouse
My Own Collage Sheets~
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Borders
dog
ribbon
birdcage
nest
Key
My Own Personal Stock
#324~365 Photo Manipulations Project~
"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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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.
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.