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There was a bit of a misunderstanding about who gets to lick the beaters.
Christmas lights and broken telephones cover the planters where Cenciarini balances his "junk" with a little nature. He says he's tried getting his ideas out online, but hasn't received much response.
Mary Goldhawk Vazeille, (1710-1781). usually known as ‘Molly’, was the widow of a Huguenot City banker and merchant. She and John Wesley were married in 1751 after an exceptionally short courtship. Molly and John were not suited well for each other and the marriage suffered from misunderstandings and jealousy from the start. The marriage remained childless and resulted in separation.
Molly Vazeille Wesley, of Huguenot descent and a resident of
London, had been, at some point prior to her marriage to the Methodist leader, a member of a Methodist society in that city. Her union to Anthony, had produced four children: Anthony Vazeille the younger (1740?- 1754?) appeared to have died prior to his mother’s passing in 1781, since her will provided that his younger brother, Noah Vazeille (1746?-?), then residing in Stratford, Essex, receive the house in Threadneedle Street. A third (?-1764) of London, and they produced two children—John Matthew the younger and Jane Matthews the younger (1760?-?), the daughter having
been baptized by John Wesley in 1760). Jane Matthews Smith then married William Smith (1736-1824), a native of Corbridge, Northumberland, and eventually a steward of the Newcastle-upon-Tyne Methodist circuit—the marriage resulting in the births of Jane Smith (1770-1849) and Mary Smith (1769-1795).10 In addition to children, Mary Goldhawk Vazeille brought to her second marriage the sum of £10,000 (according to John Telford) settled upon her and her children by way of the departed Anthony Vazeille the elder, that yielded £300 yearly from the Three per Cents—money invested in British government securities and yielding 3% per year. However, later editors of Charles Wesley’s correspondence reduced that total sum to £3000." from the Asbury Journal, Samuel J. Rogal - John and Molly: A Methodist Mismarriage.
For a portrait of her see
www.wesleysheritage.org.uk/object/portrait-of-mrs-mary-mo...
The TOMB of
WILLIAM SMITH ESQ
OF HIGH FRIARS STREET
IN THIS TOWN
who departed this Life 30th May 1824
Aged 88 Years
And of JANE SMITH, his Wife
who died 17th Jan 1820
Aged 83 Years.
Here lie also buried
MARY STAMP, their Daughter
who departed this Life 11th Nov 1794
Aged 25 Years
and Mr. THOMAS PRIOR FLANDERS
who died Sept 1813
Aged 33 Years
and his daughter
JANE VAZEILLE
who died 2nd Jan 1814
Aged 4 Months
The above named JANE SMITH
was the daughter of
ANTHONY
and MARY VAZEILLE
the latter when a widow married
the Reverend JOHN WESLEY
Founder of Methodism
and was buried in Camberwell
Churchyard on Oct. 12th 1781
Yeoman Ralter on Duty. Trish was kicked out of Star Fleet academy because of a complete misunderstanding.
So, yesterday was my last day at work. In the morning I had a coffee and cake with my lovely former manager, the one I'm going to be working with again in my new job. He pushed me into doing a development course that got me a promotion away from him and in a slightly different organisation- boo. The new job means that I will be working in the same directorate and organisation as him again -yay!
We had a good old natter about the new job and he gave me a gorgeous gift as a welcome back present - a beautiful notebook and pen, as he knows I love scribbling and always carry a pen and notebook with me. Can't wait to be working alongside him again!!!
I then had a fabulous lunch with the ladies that I did the development course with and there was much laughter and gossip. On the way out to lunch we saw someone walking in with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and it turned out that they were for me!!! They were from a company I'd worked with and I was very touched.
Afer a long lunch, it was back to work and an afternoon of saying goodbye to people. Unfortunately, a minor misunderstanding between my line manager and me left me feeling a bit rotten and I left in not-quite-a-cheerful mood. I got home with feeling a bit down and in desperate need of TLC (hence the crap photo yesterday!). MrH poured me wine, bought me a takeway and kindly let me fall asleep on his shoulder.
This morning I was feeling better and annoyed that I had let that man get to me again - not only did he take the shine off me getting the new job, he also took the shine of me leaving!!! Anyway, a long walk in Balloch Park followed by an evening of cooking has left me feeling miles better. I'm really looking forward to starting on Monday, and although I'll miss some of my former colleagues I'll still see them as I'm only across the road.
Anyhoo, after a bit of a rant, this is one of my lovely flowers. It's not perfectly in focus and I forgot to adjust the camera settings from when I used it in very low light, but I quite like the softness. I don't usually take flower macros, so I'm rather pleased with this!
Lately there appears to be a massive misunderstanding surrounding yoga. Those who have never ever exercised it can watch it as an introspective, easy workout, or something that's about skill without any kind of genuine fitness benefits. This couldn't be further from the truth. Yoga gives an...
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Due to a misunderstanding, the bacon and potatoes for my breakfast came out on a separate plate, and later
"Unhygienic sanitary practices during the period are more dangerous than a menstruating human.
"It has nothing to do with your yearly pickles which may turn rotten if a menstruating woman touches it."
With the first period of a girl’s life, her mother tells her how lucky she is. She is capable of becoming a mother one day. She is capable of producing a human being. But that girl, who has no idea what has just happened to her body, is already confused or scared, to be honest. She is learning to use pads (if lucky enough! It takes another article!).
She is learning to walk, sit and sleep in the pads. She is trying to handle the cramps and aches. She is learning to hide the packets of the pad from rest of the family; even she has to learn how to discard the used pads safely.
Now, this was not enough of the beginning of learning the changes in her body, she was put on restrictions. She is told that she is not allowed in the kitchen during ‘those days’. 'Period', the name she was just told, has suddenly changed. She is banned in the kitchen, where she was taught she belongs to, during her periods. She can’t even take a glass of water on her own. She is given an old piece of cloth and supposed to sit in a corner where she will get a plate of food and water. This will continue for three or more days.
We, the ill-informed people made a person discriminate one’s self. And trust me ill-informed human is more dangerous than a dumb.
Read here: www.c4n.in/…/menstruation-myths-and-misunderstanding/
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a total unprofessional revue by a ROLLING STONE writer about an milestone album: completely wrong interpretated song IF I WAS YOUR GIRLFRIEND by jens balzer. FAIL! — #fail #prince #artist #revue #rollingstone #misunderstanding #magazine #album #80s #song #IfIWasYourGirlfriend #SignOTimes #love #america
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To avoid misunderstandings: this picture is genuinely STAGED!
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Let there be no misunderstanding, I have "ALWAYS" been proud to be an American!
Regardless of the political climate, the lean of the day, or the noise of the moment.
And it will be American's...young, old, men, woman, brown, black, gold, red, white and blue who will continue to make it great.
Regardless.....period.
Galah, also known as the Rose-breasted Cockatoo, Galah Cockatoo, Roseate Cockatoo.
Seen from the deck of the Noosa Surf Club, Queensland.
Australian slang term
"Galah" is also derogatory Australian slang, synonymous with 'fool' or 'idiot'. Inquiries of Australian countrymen in the 1970s suggest that this is a misunderstanding. It seemed to be that the reference to a 'silly galah' is based on the sheer exuberance of the species and its willingness to indulge in play behaviour - galahs appear completely devoid of "dignified" or calm behaviour to the observer. Max [at Manly Vale WRL, 1977] held that galahs are very self-confident and have a great zest for life, and seem not in the least disturbed in anything they may care to do or be caught doing. It is very common to see them hanging by one leg from telephone or power lines in a rainstorm getting soaking wet and screeching with delight. There are many reports of them tobogganing down the corrugated roofs of outback buildings. A detailed, yet comedic description of the Australian slang term can be found in the standup comedy performance of Paul Hogan, titled Stand Up Hoges.
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If you like the Square format images you might like this group which I have just started...
have you ever seen one of your
best friends ..feeling blue
and all sad ,and when you
went to give her a hug
she pushed you away ?
or you felt like you are not doing anything
and after a while you saw her
running to another friend and huged her
and felt all happy ?
and she never mentioned that you were beside her ?
if you have
then sure you felt sad about that
you would feel like she doesnt like you anymore
or maybe you would feel like you are not her bestfriend
maybe you are not XD but hey ..
this is not true ..
you are great .. you are spical ..you are presuios
BUT!!
you are not the other girl ..
life taught me that it is okay
becouse everyone has a soulmate
which is not you ..
even if se were yours
you are not the right person she want her comforting
you are not good as the other girl ..but you are still a friend
grow up .. accept it
and smile ^v^
The name "black" comes from the opposite of "white" but white rhino comes from misunderstanding a dutch-accented pronunciation of "wide rhino". The white rhino has a wide shovel-like upper lip and is a grazer. The black rhino has a prehenzile upper lip and eats shrubs. All rhino's are grey.
This rhino has had his horns trimmed in a effort to discourage poaching.
While you were sleeping I went there with my Flickr friends and we Stoled your picture...
Sorry for the misunderstanding....
www.flickr.com/photos/jpn/2039902747/
Hi's very good, hope you all enjoy his work.
As you can see, the sharks are all over town...
It's a tank, NYC is a shark's tank...
Bom a parada eh a seguinte...
Enquanto o meu chegado ai estava dormingo eu fui la com meus amigos do Flickr e roubei a foto dele...
Desculpe me pelo mau entendimento...
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Ele eh muito bom tambem, espero que voces gostem do trabalho dele...
Tubarao aqui na minha terra tem ate fora d'agua meu amigo..
THE HUES OF A WATER COLOUR PAINTING
The world is silenced by so many unsaid words and fuelled by the cognitive energy of thoughts. Our thoughts justify reason and rationalize decision, they substantiate our lack of explanation, validate our interpretations and clarify misunderstanding by means of analytical elimination and exposition… in a complex DNA of explicable irrationality and illuminated confusion, thoughts are born and are the means through which our lives are translated.
Thoughts can inspire, they can ignite passion, motivate behaviors and compel the soul to surge upward towards the ever-enticing materialization of success. Yet, overanalysis of such things can also cause us to define too rationally the definition of ‘success’. In seeking to meet the lofty heights set for us by well-meaning friends and critics, we disband ourselves from that which inspires and fulfills us most to reach another’s interpretation of “happiness”.
It follows then, when such heights seem far from reach, we retreat into the void of escapism. As we fail to reach those lofty expectations, our lives seem to cloud and wash away like a chalked painting beneath a rain-laden sky, every surity – everything we know and understands begins to lose its depth and clarity. In trying to recover that which was lost, we run away and seek to re-create a new picture with bold markings of bright and glorious colours. We identify the greatest flaw of our past as that of allowing the world to see its creation and so, we seek to avoid that trap again by hiding away in a cave.
Though this new rendition may be beautiful and its artistry inspiring… it will never be so glorious… for it will not carry with it the strength of admiration and critiquing that the other demanded. The first painting, whilst being vulnerable to the elements, was expressed ‘wide-open’ for the world to love and admire… yet this second creation, in all its beauty is hidden within a darkened and solitary cave which bears the promise of a rainless future but excludes the world from viewing its creation.
In the beautiful outworkings of our confused minds we rationalize the thought that when… our picture is complete, when… the colours are as glorious as we imagine them to be, when… our artistry can be esteemed to the likes of Picasso or Da Vinci… then we shall emerge and unveil to the world the beauty of our creation. Yet in this dark and hollowed cave we have not the light to see clearly and our lines begin to blur, our drawing is not so precise as it was in the clarified brightness of day and our colours do not draw such beauty as they possessed when reflected by the canopy of blue limitless sky. Days draw into weeks, weeks draw into months, months draw into years and still our masterpiece is unready to unveil to the world. What we fail to realise is that every day that passes only widens the great chasm between the artist and his dream. In trying to reach perfection in the eyes of his audience and achieve that sanctified state of ‘success’, the artist is only paralyzing himself from living a fulfilled and happy life.
Let the world see the journey – not only its end, let it be inspired by the grit of the challenges and amused by the colour of its adventure, let it be lifted by the hopes and dreams beset by the young artist, let it humbled and reverenced by the mistakes, but most of all – let the world be a part of its creation, for it is the journey which creates and makes beautiful the masterpiece, not the momentary success of the unveiling of a picture.
Will it be the limit of our thoughts or the defyingly courageous expression of our lives which will ultimately set the blueprint for our future?
misunderstanding on wall 3/11
probably lasted 4-5 hours
pictured was: a character staring straight at you committing suicide with a red paint marker
as in this unfinished mock-up
I saw some Indians that seems to be having a misunderstanding on the streets so I quickly took a snapshot.
In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.
Henry David Thoreau
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Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.
♫
The Powerful and strong dua for husband wife love to create love bond between husband & wife.Miyan biwi me mohabbat ke liye behtareen amal baraye hub.
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Nakhon Pathom is a small province located just 56 Km's. from Bangkok. The province features an ancient religious structure called Phra Pathom Chedi, the first religious landmark that signified the influx of Buddhism into Thailand. Nakhon Pathom is also renowned for its abundant fruits varieties and famous dishes. Phra Pathommachedi or Phra Pathom Chedi is a Stupa in Nakhon Pathom, Thailand. At 120.5 metres ( 395 ft ) it is the second tallest stupa in the world after Jetavanaramaya in Sri Lanka. The Stupa is located in the Wat Phra Pathommachedi Ratcha Wora Maha Wihan a temple in the town centre of Nakhon Pathom, Thailand.
The name Phra Pathommachedi means the first holy stupa, given by king Mongkut. Originally the Stupa named Phra Thom Chedi means the big stupa in ancient Khmer language or the royal stupa in Northern Thai language. One of the common misunderstandings about this stupa is that Phra Pathommachedi is the oldest and the first stupa in Suvarnabhumi, an ancient name of Southeast Asia. Modern Historians believe that the stupa was one of the principal stupas of ancient Nakhon Pathom, the largest settlement of Dvaravati culture in Nakhon Pathom area together with the nearby Phra Prathon Chedi during the 6th to the 8th centuries.
Nakhon Pathom was situated by the sea, the city prospered during the Dvaravati civilisation. According to archaeological findings, Nakhon Pathom was the first city to possess influences of Buddhism and Indian civilisations. From the Phra Pathom Chedi and other remains discovered in the city area, it is believed that the city was a centre of civilisation in that era. People of different races settled in Nakhon Pathom. However, a change in the course of the river caused a draught that forced the people to migrate and settle on the banks of river, and these communities developed into towns. The new town was called Nakhon Chaisi or Sirichai, leaving Nakhon Pathom deserted for hundreds of years until the reign of King Rama IV. While His Majesty was in monk hood, he travelled to Nakhon Pathom and found the Phra Pathom Chedi that he regarded as the largest pagoda of all.
When King Rama IV ascended to the throne, he commanded that a bell shaped Chedi be built to cover the former Chedi. The surrounding area was also renovated and improved. He also commanded that a water canal be dug to ease commuting, which was called Chedi Bucha canal. During the reign of King Rama V, the construction of railways to the south began, at that time Nakhon Pathom was still a heavily forested area. King Rama V also commanded that the town be relocated from Tambon Thana, Amphoe Nakhon Chaisi, to the Phra Pathom Chedi area as it used to be. Nakhon Pathom has been there ever since. During the reign of King Rama VI, a palace was built at Tambon Sanam Chan as a temporary residence on his travels and many roads were constructed. A large bridge was also built over the Chedi Bucha canal, which His Majesty named “Saphan Charoensattha”. Later, he commanded that the name of Nakhon Chaisi be changed to Nakhon Pathom, but the name of the prefecture was still called “Nakhon Chaisi” until the reign of King Rama VII when the calling of the prefecture was ended. Nakhon Chaisi is now one of the districts in Nakhon Pathom.
Nakhon Pathom covers an area of 2,168 square kilometres or 542,081.6 acres. It is divided into seven administrative districts or Amphoe, they are: Amphoe Muang Nakhon Pathom, Amphoe Buddhamonthon, Amphoe Sam Phran, Amphoe Nakhon Chaisi, Amphoe Bang Len, Amphoe Kamphaeng Saen, and Amphoe Don Toom. Most of the areas are plains with no mountainous land, plateau are found in the west east of Amphoe Muang and Amphoe Kamphaeng Saen. The plains along the Tha Cheen River (Nakhon Chaisi River) are the location of Amphoe Nakhon Chaisi, Amphoe Sam Phran, and Amphoe Bang Len. These fertile lands provide agricultural area for people, thus most of the residents earn their living from agriculture; plantations, farming, growing food crops, and fruit orchards. Moreover, Nakhon Pathom is well known for pomelo, some call the Nakhon Pathom the sweet pomelo town.
Sampran Riverside, Km. 32 Pet Kasem Highway, Sampran, Nakhon Pathom 73110, Thailand
About one hour drive from Bangkok is the Rose Garden and Cultural Centre. It is situated at Sampran in the Province of Nakhon Pathum. It is a 70 acre site designed to give you a full day out. There is so much to do here. The Restaurant sits on the lake and the food served here is first class you can eat what you like - until you are full, very good value if you are a big eater.The Rose Garden and restaurant were started over 40 years ago and has now included the Cultural Centre and show, a hotel and other restaurants and a spa. Tourist buses usually arrive around 2.0 pm in time for the Thai Cultural Village show at 2.45 pm.
This attraction is usually taken in along with the Damnoen Saduak Floating market trip which is around 1800 Baht by taxi from Bangkok, but do check first, prices do vary. But the Rose Garden is worth a trip on its own, because there is so much to get involved with during the day. In the mornings you can take part in the Living the Thai Culture, an art and craft activity and cost around 500 Baht per person. These included Dancing / Musical Instruments / Garland Making / Fruit Carving / Bamboo Dancing Rice Farming among others.
The Gardens have many exotic flowers and there are some traditional Thai houses. One is used for weddings and another used for a spa centre. Most people go for the Thai Cultural show, with highlights of Thai Martial Art display, and a Traditional Thai wedding display. There is a cast of about 120 people that take part in this display and it is well attended. It is very colourful and impressive to watch, in all around 40 minutes.
Pictures from Punch. 19th Century.
An unflattering observation, not too far off the mark.
Whilst Joseph Livesey, the chief founder of the teetotal movement, and several of the public spirited politicians and clergymen who supported the movement had led lives of exemplary sobriety themselves, a great many of the members and propogandists of teetotalism were, in fact, reformed drunkards.
I had a meeting at Worli Seaface at 5 pm, but when I reached the venue I realized that due to a misunderstanding in hearing it was not 5 pm but 7 pm so I was stuck , I did not want to go back to Bandra and come here again the time I reached Worli Seaface was 4.30 .. I decided to meet my Tamil friends Shanmugham and Sundar , who stay at the Madras Wadi slums I come here every year for their Marriammen feast .. Shanmugham was away and Sundar was at Tardeo.. but he said he would reach to meet me .
At Worli Seaface I asked someone the direction to Attria mall and this car comes from nowhere , tells me to get in and drops me near Madras Wadi.. he was a bigshot number 1 Vegetable food caterer for weddings.
At Madras Wadi once Sundar arrived I shot the slums and the slums facing Madras Wadi.. a great experience shooting this pre dominantly Tamil slums of scrap dealers rag pickers and others .
Mary Goldhawk Vazeille, (1710-1781). usually known as ‘Molly’, was the widow of a Huguenot City banker and merchant. She and John Wesley were married in 1751 after an exceptionally short courtship. Molly and John were not suited well for each other and the marriage suffered from misunderstandings and jealousy from the start. The marriage remained childless and resulted in separation.
Molly Vazeille Wesley, of Huguenot descent and a resident of
London, had been, at some point prior to her marriage to the Methodist leader, a member of a Methodist society in that city. Her union to Anthony, had produced four children: Anthony Vazeille the younger (1740?- 1754?) appeared to have died prior to his mother’s passing in 1781, since her will provided that his younger brother, Noah Vazeille (1746?-?), then residing in Stratford, Essex, receive the house in Threadneedle Street. A third (?-1764) of London, and they produced two children—John Matthew the younger and Jane Matthews the younger (1760?-?), the daughter having
been baptized by John Wesley in 1760). Jane Matthews Smith then married William Smith (1736-1824), a native of Corbridge, Northumberland, and eventually a steward of the Newcastle-upon-Tyne Methodist circuit—the marriage resulting in the births of Jane Smith (1770-1849) and Mary Smith (1769-1795).10 In addition to children, Mary Goldhawk Vazeille brought to her second marriage the sum of £10,000 (according to John Telford) settled upon her and her children by way of the departed Anthony Vazeille the elder, that yielded £300 yearly from the Three per Cents—money invested in British government securities and yielding 3% per year. However, later editors of Charles Wesley’s correspondence reduced that total sum to £3000." from the Asbury Journal, Samuel J. Rogal - John and Molly: A Methodist Mismarriage.
For a portrait of her see
www.wesleysheritage.org.uk/object/portrait-of-mrs-mary-mo...
The TOMB of
WILLIAM SMITH ESQ
OF HIGH FRIARS STREET
IN THIS TOWN
who departed this Life 30th May 1824
Aged 88 Years
And of JANE SMITH, his Wife
who died 17th Jan 1820
Aged 83 Years.
Here lie also buried
MARY STAMP, their Daughter
who departed this Life 11th Nov 1794
Aged 25 Years
and Mr. THOMAS PRIOR FLANDERS
who died Sept 1813
Aged 33 Years
and his daughter
JANE VAZEILLE
who died 2nd Jan 1814
Aged 4 Months
The above named JANE SMITH
was the daughter of
ANTHONY
and MARY VAZEILLE
the latter when a widow married
the Reverend JOHN WESLEY
Founder of Methodism
and was buried in Camberwell
Churchyard on Oct. 12th 1781