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From the Neenah Citizen Newspaper photograph collection. Flat Grass soccer tournament, June 1, 1997.
[HARPER HAUL Post 5]
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Gucci this gucci that
Gucci everything (x3)
Louis this louis that
Louis everything (x3)
Give me this give me that
Give me everything (x3)
Killing this killing that
Killing everything (x2)
Killing everything that’s on everything
All up in the store they know what I want
One of everything I don’t care what it cost
The hat , the scarf , the shirts , the pants
Oh I cant forget the sunglasses
Got-got-gotta
Make sure my bag matching
My accessories got to be flashy
Especially cause I’m babydoll my swagg is sassy
Harper drops all of her designer shopping bags on the threshold of her bedroom for her Khaotic Kiddies to rummage through her designer haul:
System Body & Bento Head: Bebe Body Fitted
Skin & Shape: Shushhh Issa Secrets
Sam: Bonbon
Royal Binky: [RF]
Mira Earrings: {Paper Damsels}
GG Guccification Headband: x$$
Amor Bracelet: Luova
Play Guccy Dress: ::P::
Air Force Sneaker: ::ROC::
BUNNY- MCM V1: x$$
Classroom Backdrop: [ Focus Poses ]
PreK-K Desk Version 1.0: MudPuddles
Designer Bears: Nagahttps: Naga
I see Variable Checkerspots, California Sisters, and one Callippe Fritillary.
Puddle locale is in the Klammath Mountains of Northern California. Photo taken on 5/31/2014.
This was my wife's first trip off road with this being her first mud puddle...way to go!! :)
Photo by Aaron McVey (abmphoto.ca)
And I can't be the stranger
That's been sleeping in your bed just
Turn around and come to me
I feel all the pain inside
And everything you been denied you feel
It's all you feel
We've all had those times when someone accidentally photobombed us. Turn those photobombs into photostars!
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A child on the Kadena Air Force Base in Okinawa, Japan splashes in a mud puddle created by recent rain.
Photo was taken from a second story window at the apartment my wife and I rent. I used a point and shoot camera and had it zoomed almost to capacity. Therefore the picture is pixelated.
I love cross country. It is an amazing sport, for so many reasons... One of those is the absolute glory of the struggle. It's such a brilliant, inspiring thing to watch people pushing themselves to the limits of their endurance and their speed, especially at the finish. Most racers are in agony at the end, but they run through the agony, because they want to finish, and when they're done, they want to know they ran as fast as possible, as hard as they could.
I find that beautiful.
On an unrelated note, I feel bad. This is my favorite photo from the meet last Saturday, but those aren't runners from our team. The guy in the green is from Newman. Dunno about the other one.
And so we've arrived at the heart of the thing, the pulsating center of gravity. Command central for the site.
~~door creaks open~~
After you. Don't worry, I'm right behind you.
~~door slams shut~~
Never mind that.
We are in the Gallery of Icons. This is home for all our forgotten lesser gods and goddesses, demi, semi and pseudo gods, our archangels and saints of yesteryore. There's even a few rare mortals of presumed note here.
Now, over here we find the likeness, meticulously sculpted in petrified rat turd by convicted Guatamalan drug smugglers, of Qetzlmergatroid, the Mayan god of mudwalking. Living in cities and walking around in shoes and on concrete as we do, it is hard for us civilized folks to envision a need for a god whose duty it was to oversee the act of walking through mud, but back in the proverbial day, Qetzlmergatroid was a busy god and one justly revered. Fever victims, of which there were many, were made to slog back and forth through mudholes in order to lower their body temperatures and at the same time appease Qetzlmergatroid's demand that they walk through mudpuddles. If they faltered or passed out, they were summarily sucked into whirling mud spirals, never to be seen again until archeologists puzzled and pondered over their bones. Tiny effigies of Qetzlmergatroid, carved out of similarly petrified rodent droppings, were often recovered from these same alluvial deposits and provide us with conclusive proof that Mayans were a bunch of superstitious loonies...