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The thing you should know about us Hispanics, particularly the ones from Central America is that we love soccer as a Canadian loves hockey and so whenever we find an empty space that lends itself very well to a quick game, we take over over it.
In this case, it's underneath the Unisphere in Flushing Meadow Park surrounded by gushing water.
a tree in a temple, Kutch. A ritual where the brides put their bindis, and pray for the long life of their spouses.Or make a wish! The trunk of the tree is full of these bindis, (usually made of thin felt.)
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I were special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
So fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
She's running out the door (run)
She's running out
She run, run, run, run,
Run...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Do you know what a beautiful Russian girl is . . . Well, I never really fit in with the description. Crazy hair, chubby legs, deep-set eyes. I cried on the kitchen floor the entire night back in 2000 before attending a huge party for my best friend’s birthday. Every girl was in a beautiful gown, and I was in a faux black leather pantsuit & a white top. My mom always told me how I should change this and that and not say this & that. I was a conservative prude with 0 flirtation and communication skills. I could only give looks. The only place where my skirt was short was in school. Pushkin’s Tatyana was my detailed description at 17. Unconsciously I turned into my fav Russian classic poem character.
Anyway... you are you! Weird, strange, difficult , different. People always try to break, change, and force us to be someone we are not. I was that person at that particular time of my life for a specific reason. Or someone else could be someone else for their reason. Maybe one day I will become your kind of person. Or you will become mine at some other time.
There’s always that scene in my head (over two decades ago) when I promised a certain person to be at a certain place at a certain time. I came, and then I looked at him and realized that I couldn’t face him. So I just ran away! I didn’t apologize or say anything. Not something I would ever do. What was it? Shyness, fear, doubt . . . Carelessness . . . Age . . . When we are young, we have all the time in the world to make mistakes, to doubt, to fear. As time flies by, we barely have time to think. If I could rewind to that time (with me today), I would walk in smile, or laugh as if to say, “I might be a fool, but I’m so happy to be here.”
I love this song. It is so me as a young adult or teenager. That age is so pure in a way and innocent but I am so happy being here now my age today. It is such a relief not to get sensitive all the time, self conscious, upset over little things.
Make: NIKON CORPORATION
Model: NIKON D300
Shutter Speed: 1/125 second
Aperture: F/11.0
Focal Length: 55 mm
ISO Speed: 200
This guys pretty colours and funny pose make me smile
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I didn't really want to go to the Zoo yesterday after work, but Laura talked me into it, am I glad I did-animals that are usually asleep were up and at em.
Thanks to Mitch's Dad and cmifbpics I now know this is a Blue Faced Honeyeater
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My picture on the cover of the book from a wellknown writer in Israël
"Lessons on the Kuzari" by Rabbi Oury Cherki
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The way you make me feel
You really turn me on
You knock me off of my feet
My lonely days are gone
Michael Jackson
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Make :- Tata Motors in India
Model :- LP 1210/52
Coach Builder :- Latec with Duple Metsec in Sri Lanka
Engine :- NA 692 DI (naturally aspirated ) 6 cylinders
Wheel Base :- 5195 mm
Front Overhang :- 1185 mm
Rear Overhang :- 2595 mm
Steering type :- Normal
Year of Manufacturing :- 1993
SLTB type :- B
Status :- Withdrawn
Information as at 04.11.2022
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I’m a registered nurse.
In 2009 I had to go to Texas to be with my father who had been admitted to one or our nations ‘esteemed’ health care facilities. It was not a nursing home, this was a hospital. He died eventually, having never been able to get the hell away from the hospital. I could only enforce handwashing so many times by his nurses and CNA’s that worked with him. He was immunocompromised from his medicines and they were lazy. (honestly, I know the difference between lazy and busy-keep in mind that I’m a nurse). They finally gave him an infection that killed him. That was the final cause of death, but also listed on the death certificate was malnutrition. I took this and wrote it back then, but it seems like the whole episode should be revisited from time to time.
Feel free to check out the set ‘Goodbye America’ as well as the set about Texas. The whole dying process was recorded there in Texas-as well as some attempts (bad ones) of mine to get some artistic shots…couldn’t focus on them very well...
My father couldn’t use his right arm due to a previous fracture (created when they removed the tumor that had been in the bone for 5 years and had gone undiagnosed-the doctor never looked at the xrays he had ordered)
He could not sit up without assistance due to weakness and malnutrition. See where this table is in relationship to where he is? His meal is on that table.
Probably a good thing because at least 12 times during my time in Texas they served him food that is forbidden for dialysis patients (yes, food that could have killed him). Everyone including the case manager and charge nurse just giggled when I asked them ‘WHY?’ They rolled their eyes and said, ‘Oh, we go around and around with dietary all the time’. I said again, “Why?” They had no answer. Attempts to go up the chain of command in the hospital were equally as futile and infuriating.
I wondered when I initially got to Texas how he gotten so skinny…I wondered why he was so weak. He wasn’t in the hospital that long before I got there and he was able care for himself completely prior to admission. I wondered why the nurses hadn’t told me he was back on dialysis in my frequent phone converations with them. I wondered why they had failed to mention that he was curled in a fetal position covered with scabies and non verbal…(this was the state I found him in when I arrived-at the time of the above photo he had improved slightly and I had treated him myself several times for the scabies)
Also on that table: his dentures, glasses, and phone and call light. (about two weeks later they completely lost his dentures and said it was ‘impossible’ to have a dentist come fit him and make a new pair. They also lost his glasses and hearing aids.)
How long before you would go crazy? How long before you’d die? How long would you be able to fight for yourself despite being ill and trying to ‘heal'? Why should I feel terrible because I couldn’t stay at the hospital 24-7? Aren’t they responsible for ANYTHING? (Actually they forced me to leave during the night times.)
He had great insurance. His bills are paid. And there were a LOT of them. Staggering amounts of money were thrown into this miserable team of idiots that was meant to help him improve. Healthcare has officially now become wealthcare.
I will never have anything elective done in this country. I will go overseas again and again. (I had a hip replacement a year after my father died-in India…and I had an amazingly good outcome AND experience and it cost less than a fifth of what they would have tried to bill me here in this ‘land of the free’.)
If I ever end up a victim of health care, I hope to die quickly before they can steal my dignity and slowly and inhumanely snuff out MY fire.
honestly the garden makes lulu so happy. these irises just opened up and it has made her day. lulu, you are such a sweet girl - i am happy the weather has warmed your bones. xo
You make me feel like a sticky pistil...
leaning into a stamen
You make me feel like a mister sunshine...
Himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass...
While we're rollin'
Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon's runnin' between...
my thighs
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love
You make me feel like a candy apple
All red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and...
I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt...
That I'm wearing
And you would open the door and tie...
Me up to the bed
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love