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Mario Williams, Steve Slaton and the Houston Texans put on quite a show in their "Monday Night Football" debut.
Williams had a season-high three sacks and forced a fumble and Slaton ran for a pair of touchdowns to lead the Texans to a 30-17 win over the slumping Jacksonville Jaguars.
Andre Johnson had a touchdown reception and Kris Brown kicked three field goals in the victory, a highlight in Houston's disappointing season so far.
The top pick in the 2006 draft, Williams brought down quarterback David Garrard in the second, third and fourth quarters. He forced a fumble by Garrard on his last sack and Houston recovered on the seven-yard line.
Slaton scored on the next play to make it 23-3 with about five minutes left. The rookie tacked on a 40-yard touchdown run and finished with 130 yards rushing in 21 carries. He also had two catches for 52 yards.
Slaton, Williams and the rest of the Texans (5-7) wore their "Battle Red" uniforms for their first Monday night game. The city of Houston hosted a Monday night game for the first time since Nov. 21, 1994, when the New York Giants beat the Oilers at the Astrodome.
Sage Rosenfels, making his fourth consecutive start in place of injured Texans quarterback Matt Schaub, threw for 200 yards and a score with an interception.
Jacksonville (4-8), a playoff team last season, has lost five of six after another lackluster performance. The Jaguars had three turnovers and missed a field-goal attempt. Garrard fell to the turf twice without being touched by the defense
Mario Williams, Steve Slaton and the Houston Texans put on quite a show in their "Monday Night Football" debut.
Williams had a season-high three sacks and forced a fumble and Slaton ran for a pair of touchdowns to lead the Texans to a 30-17 win over the slumping Jacksonville Jaguars.
Andre Johnson had a touchdown reception and Kris Brown kicked three field goals in the victory, a highlight in Houston's disappointing season so far.
The top pick in the 2006 draft, Williams brought down quarterback David Garrard in the second, third and fourth quarters. He forced a fumble by Garrard on his last sack and Houston recovered on the seven-yard line.
Slaton scored on the next play to make it 23-3 with about five minutes left. The rookie tacked on a 40-yard touchdown run and finished with 130 yards rushing in 21 carries. He also had two catches for 52 yards.
Slaton, Williams and the rest of the Texans (5-7) wore their "Battle Red" uniforms for their first Monday night game. The city of Houston hosted a Monday night game for the first time since Nov. 21, 1994, when the New York Giants beat the Oilers at the Astrodome.
Sage Rosenfels, making his fourth consecutive start in place of injured Texans quarterback Matt Schaub, threw for 200 yards and a score with an interception.
Jacksonville (4-8), a playoff team last season, has lost five of six after another lackluster performance. The Jaguars had three turnovers and missed a field-goal attempt. Garrard fell to the turf twice without being touched by the defense
Put the moth trap out hoping for a descent number being trapped but alas once again the numbers were well down.
It is only thanks for flickr friends that I have managed to give them an identity as I am hopeless on insects so my appreciation for any help remains undimmed.
This is what was in the trap.
Trap was placed by honeysuckle and a flower border but even then no elephant hawk moths although it may be a bit late for them now.
Apologies to all those who took the trouble to look at and comment upon these images when I uploaded earlier.
Flickr has once again changed the ground rules so that to up load these two image I had to wait twenty minutes - far too long.
As I frequently upload up to thirty images I do not have ten hours to waste so come in flickr speed things up please.
Put your left foot in
Now put your other left foot in
Are you having trouble getting it down?
I feel like I am starting to lift off the ground. I am starting to feel better about things. I hope it continues.
Description on card: Crystal Cave, The Only Cave of Its Kind in the World, Put-In-Bay, Ohio, on Lake Erie
Description on back of card: Put-In-Bay, Ohio. America's only Island Summer Resort in Lake Erie. Your trip to this Island is not complete without a visit to this rare view of Strontium Crystals found in this Cave. You can take a taxi or walk from the amusement district.
The limestone Crystal Cave was discovered in 1897 and can still be visited today.
No. in Series: 210
Estimated Date: 1930-1940s
Condition: Unused
Published by: E.B. Ackley, Sandusky, Ohio / Curteich-Chicago "C.T. Art-Colortone" by Curt Teich Co., Chicago, Illinois
Publisher/Distributor Notes:
Eugene B. Ackley (1871-1957) was a popular musician and bandleader in Sandusky, Ohio. Born into a musical family in Illinois, Ackley took up the cornet at 12 becoming one of the best B-flat cornetists in the country. This allowed him to travel the country with different groups. He arrived in Sandusky at age 22 and worked as the director of music at the Cedar Point amusement park and as the instructor of the Sandusky Band and Orchestra. In 1902, he wrote the "Cedar Point March," the first song dedicated to the park.
Other than music, Ackley also ran a successful billiard parlor, published postcards, and served as the chairman of the board of the Western Security Bank.
The photos and images were created by E.B. Ackley, but the cards were printed en masse by the Curt Teich Company in Chicago, Ill., under the trade name, "C.T. Art-Colortone."
Curt Teich emigrated to Chicago in 1895. He had worked as a lithographer in Lobenstein, Germany.
He founded the Curt Teich Company in 1898, concentrating on newspaper and magazine printing. He was an early publisher of postcards, but he didn't begin printing them himself until 1908.
According to MetroPostcard.com, "As his competition dwindled, his sales expanded and his American factories would eventually turn out more postcards than any other in the United States."
The company was best known for its wide range of advertising and postcards of North America. By the 1920s, it was producing so many postcards with borders that they became recognized as a type dubbed "White Border Cards," creating an "era."
Curt Teich started using offset presses in 1907, but it took a number of years before he had offset presses made to his satisfaction and many more years for him to perfect the method.
His innovations in this printing technique directly led to the production of what we now call "linens" by the early 1930s.
The company aided the war effort during the second world war by also printing many military maps.
Curt Teich eventually turned management of the company over to his son, but he remained active in company operations throughout its history.
Curt Teich died in 1974 and the family business was sold to Regensteiner Publishers who continued to print postcards at the Chicago plant until 1978 when the rights to the company name and processes were sold to the Irish company, John Hinde Ltd. Their California subsidiary now prints postcards under the name John Hinde Curteich, Inc.
Source:
© 2014 Eric Adeleye Photography. All rights reserved.
I got to put my hands on a Nikon D750 with the AF-S Nikkor 24-120 mm f/4G ED VR lens at the local Best Buy today. The D750 is impressive. I found it interesting how Nikon intentionally clusters the focus points near the center in all of their non-professional FX cameras these days. The focus points on the D810 are spread out wider than than the D750. The physical design of the D750 is very nice, would have been nicer to see a professional magnesium body. Nikon will sell quite a lot of the D750. This camera will be a success for Nikon. If you are thinking about upgrading, you should do some real research and ask yourself about how will the new camera you are going to buy will solve whatever problems your current camera can't solve for you. I wouldn't recommend the D750 to a new camera owner. The articulating screen on the D750 seems well made, but it does look like a point of failure to me. So be careful, enough force would probably bend or break the screen from the camera. This was also my first time checking out the 24-120mm f/4 from Nikon, that is a very nice lens.
The photographs were taken with my iPhone 4S and edited in Capture One Pro 7. #NikonD750 #D750
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put on proper clothing for an Elf to come to center in,
Taking a moment to meditate with *Birth* Winston face appliers & Egyptian Prince outfit from (N.A.M.E.)
[TOR] SUNSET - Desert (Windlight)
Put fur wig on VINDOLL is super easy.
You can also make a haircut just right for him! <3
#GRANADO #VINDOLL #granadodoll #doll #Enoch
Un' ALn668 in transito sul ponte della Veneta mentre sta effettuando un treno regionale da Ovada per Alessandria.......
Put this together with the help of the local blacksmith. Works well. needs a couple more air-holes I reckon..
Let's show the world we can dance... Bad enough to strut our stuff... The music gives us a chance... We do more out on the floor
Groovin' loose or heart to heart... We put in motion every single part... Funky sounds wall to wall
We're bumpin' booties havin us a ball y'all
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UK hit 1979 peaked at No.26, 10 weeks on chart
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Peaches And Herb
Shake Your Groove Thing lyrics
www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/peaches_and_herb/shake_your_g...
Shake it, shake it
Shake your groove thing
Shake your groove thing, yeah yeah
Show 'em how we do it now
Shake your groove thing
Shake your groove thing, yeah yeah
Show 'em how we do it now
Show 'em how we do it now
Let's show the world we can dance
Bad enough to strut our stuff
The music gives us a chance
We do more out on the floor
Groovin' loose or heart to heart
We put in motion every single part
Funky sounds wall to wall
We're bumpin' booties havin us a ball y'all
Shake your groove thing
Shake your groove thing, yeah yeah
Show 'em how we do it now
(repeat)
We've got the rhythm tonight
All the rest know we're the best
Our shadows flash in moonlight
Twistin', turnin', we keep burnin'
Shake it high or shake it low
We take our bodies where they want to go
Feel that beat, never stop
Or hold me tight, spin me like a top
Shake your groove thing
Shake your groove thing, yeah yeah
Show 'em how we do it now
(repeat)
There's nothing more that I like to do
Than take the floor and dance with you
Keep dancin'
Let's keep dancin'
Shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it
Groovin' loose or heart to heart
We put in motion every single part
Funky sounds wall to wall
We're bumpin' booties havin us a ball y'all
Shake your groove thing
Shake your groove thing, yeah yeah
Show 'em how we do it now
Shake your groove thing
Shake your groove thing, yeah yeah
Show 'em how we do it now, yeah
Shake it
Show 'em how we do it now, yeah
Shake it, shake it
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Phones don’t belong in cups. Tables, desks, car cupholders, possibly pockets (still haven’t figured that one out, have we science?) are all suitable locations for phones. Cups, not so much. However, that is where I discovered mine after a lovely night out in Orlando’s finest establishment. If you desire an image of this bar, think Potbelly’s, but replace the FSU athletes with the broiest of bros and picture it somehow more trashy. It was lovely.
Anyway, the phone in the cup problem is the point here. I’d like to imagine my phone wanted a cozy cover to sleep away the night’s fun dreaming of future Snapchat selfies and inappropriate late-night texting conversations…but no, this is a nightmare where the camera lens is cloudy with moisture and the shutter refuses to open on my iPhone. All is for the worst in the worst of all possible worlds.
The moisture’s bastardly tentacles had only seeped its way to infiltrating my phone and corresponding apps, which meant one thing in particular—no more Snapchat. Okay, full disclosure: I’m sort of a Snapchat whore. I can’t explain its addictive quality, but I now I was like a meth addict on the Heisenberg Blue special the first time I snapped. Okay fuller disclosure: I’m a mass Snapchatter. When I made videos of myself singing Beyonce’s “Ego (Remix) with Kanye West in the mirror without a shirt, sunglasses off, wearing a participation medal from an adventure race like it was my Jesus piece, I felt compelled to share with everyone. I had to give the people what they wanted. They just didn’t know they had wanted that.
But this “no camera” problem posed a particularly difficult situation: I was headed to Itchetucknee Springs with my high school friends. Not to get overly sentimental or anything (a.k.a. that’s exactly what I’m about to do), but, as incoming seniors, this was sort of a last hurrah for us. Of course I wanted some photos to keep (and upload on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and to Snapchat obviously).
While on our car ride to Itchetucknee, a couple of my friends started Snapchatting my caravan, almost as a direct taunt to me. They knew my addiction, they knew my current withdrawals, yet they flashed that wondrous white ghost dancing in front of the kaleidoscope-flashing colors. I missed my ghost friend.
But then my buddy Tom launched an interesting quandary at us: “Speaking as someone looking from the outside on this, isn’t Snapchat kind of strange? Photos are supposed to capture memories, or at least they used to, but Snapchats disappear after like five seconds.”
And he’s right—Snapchat, once you take a step back from the narcissistic, instant gratification of it, is pretty dumb. Some joke Snapchat was created for nude pics sent, but that would entail somebody sending a single Snapchat to a specific person. Unless it’s a response, that never happens. When it comes to sending out those Mission Impossible, self-destructive photos, everyone exists on different tiers, at least that’s how it is for me. It’s Google-Plus circles, except people actually use them.
1) Elite Tier:
Reserved for childhood best friends and possible/current love interests. If we’re dating, you’re receiving every, single Snapchat I send. You will not forget my bushy face.
2) Buddy Tier:
Reserved for people I regularly hang out with and know of my daily adventures (a.k.a. what I read on the Internet that day). These friends receive a large majority of Snapchats, but if things get too personal or emotional, I’m leaving them out of it.
3) Acquaintance Tier:
Reserved for those friends only tolerable for a day or two every three weeks. You’re receiving this Snapchat from me because I need attention and if my buddies or girlfriend don’t respond, you’re my last hope to stroke my ego. Please don’t let me down.
4) D-Tier:
Otherwise known as #drunj tier. If you are in my Snapchat contact list, and I have had a few, I’m sending you some pictures. I don’t care if you respond or not, because we’re not really friends, but it would be a delightful surprise if you did, like discovering an extra jelly bean in what was believed to be an empty bag.
Regardless of where you exist on those planes, each Snapchat isn’t sent to you for memory’s sake. People may have the ability to save by screenshotting, but social media has fundamentally changed our purpose for personal photography (professional photography’s intention has stayed relatively the same). We don’t snapshot our lives to remember later; we snapshot to share with others. Whether this sharing of pictures is more designated so those “friends” who see them will like those pictures on Facebook, or favorite them on Instagram and Twitter, or respond how goofy/attractive/happy/sad you look on Snapchat remains unknown. It seems like social media’s intention is to engage others and include them in our daily lives on a large scale operation. But this may come at the cost of cheapening our own experiences. Instead of simply enjoying a tube ride down the river, or a night at a bar, we’re overly concerned with others knowing we’re doing those things. How many dumb duckface selfies does this world truly need to see?
Maybe this digital era of photography isn’t so different, as we used to share those photo albums the second a relative visited, and maybe I’m just a sad solipsistic bored without Snapchat. Liquid can be a real ponderous bitch like that, sometimes.
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Because there is happiness to be found under the surface.
The Finnish cousins checking it out at Shoal Bay Beach on Anguilla, BWI.
Put on your favourite Lederhosen, grab your binoculars and let's go to the mountain to watch birds!
Strapless Lederhosen to combine with you favourite shirt.
Again, I will make lots of these when I get back, love them so much and feel they're quite quirky and original. :)
PUT CHO HANDS UP! Amir, our favorite Iranian in the world, let me tatty up his mitts with these relics of video game history. The picture doesn't show the ring to well. but when his hands are together, it looks like the 2 of um are fighting over the same golden ring. SSSSoooo good. It just sucked that i had to wait 2 weeks, for the swelling to go down, to give Amir a proper Hi-5 for being such a good canvas. Hugs & kisses *muah*....
Game over----------->TT
Tops of hands, 2 sessions, 3.5 hours, Healed
Deboxing LE Belle. The doll is removed from the primary and secondary cardboard backings, which are put back together, by taping the tabs of the secondary backing to the back of the primary backing. She is still attached to various plastic support pieces and the display stand. We remove her from the doll stand by raising her skirt and untying the wires around her legs and the stand. Here are closeup views of her golden shoes.
Detailed photos of my Limited Edition Belle 17 Inch Doll, from the Live Action Beauty and the Beast movie. I got her today in store on release day, Friday March 17, 2017, which is also the opening day of the movie. She is #0477 of 5500.
The doll is a great improvement over the 12 inch Disney Film Collection doll, although her face and outfit are basically the same design. The big difference is that her hair is rooted on a one piece vinyl head, as opposed to the two piece head of the 12 inch doll, where the hair was on a separate piece, and the face was much harder than the scalp. Her face also has a matte finish, as opposed to the shiny face of the 12 inch, and her freckles are not as prominent. Her expression is also gentler, with a slight smile. She is side glancing as opposed to looking straight ahead, and she has short rooted lashes, all of which makes for a more pleasant face. She is actually quite pretty, more so from certain angles.
Her outfit has the same design as the 12 inch doll. Her bodice is separate from her skirt, and in many of the dolls that I've seen, there is a unsightly gap between bodice and the skirt (e.g. in the stock box image). Her skirt is very full, and looks squished in the box. Her skirt has yellow jewels and gold embroidery instead of the glitter on the 12 inch doll. In fact, the LE doll has no glitter at all. She has a necklace with the pendant tacked to the neckline of the bodice, and a ear cuff type earring on her left ear (to our right). On the 12 inch doll the ear cuff was painted on, on the LE doll, it is a separate piece. She also has a painted on ring on her right pinky, as does the 12 inch doll. I have not yet deboxed the LE doll, so I can't comment on the parts of the outfit behind her or under her skirt.
I will debox the doll soon, and post additional photos here, and expand my review.
Belle Limited Edition Doll - Live Action Film - 17''
US Disney Store
Released Online and In Stores 2017-03-17
$129.95
Item No. 6003040900251P
If you’re starting to feel like this because it’s winter on virtual news…
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Or maybe like this…
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I really don’t blame you.
The cold weather, dry air, and all-around dreariness that only having a few hours of sunlight brings can get even the most chipper...
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Every time when I see this picture I just want to start sing a song.
If you want to choose a song which one will you choose?
One thing I'll miss the most when Iowa Northern is gone is the hodgepodge grain fleet. Former C&NW car here still has very clear markings.
Scary to put on wet socks and put your foot into a wet boot and go to school when it is -14 degrees ..... wish me luck ......
Put some Salsa 46cm Cowbell bars on the CC and rode out to the Gorge. Love the bars. LOVE! THE! BARS! Did I mention that I love the bars? I will soon put some on my rando bike and eventually on my LHT. Nice flat section on the ramp and they flare out at the ends.
Photo highlights from the Alcorn State vs. Alabama State football game at Hornet Stadium in Montgomery, Alabama on Saturday, September 12, 2015. John Gibbs, Jr. passed for a touchdown and ran for another and Darryan Ragsdale ran for two more Saturday to help Alcorn State beat Alabama State 31-14.
Gibbs completed 26 of 33 passes for 305 yards, including a 62-yard TD pass to Tollette George. Gibbs had 14 carries for 40 yards, with a 3-yard scoring run that tied the game at 14.
Alabama State (0-2) outgained the Braves on the ground 109 yards to 86 in the first half, with Ellis Richardson scoring on a 37-yard run and Khalid Thomas on a 7-yarder.
After Haiden McCraney's 29-yard field goal put Alcorn State (1-1) up 17-14 at halftime, the Braves pulled away with an improved ground game, finishing with 155 yards rushing.
Ragsdale gained 50 yards on 10 carries, scoring on a 7-yard run in the first quarter and a 25-yard run in the third.
Author's Note: The contents of this chapter include very sensitive subject matter and may be triggering to some individuals. Scenes of abuse of various forms are represented as not only for storytelling, but to raise awareness of what this behavior looks like. Abusive behavior in this story includes, but is not limited to: physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, intentional triggering of another's PTSD, and trauma. In no way are these scenes intended to purposely trigger or harm anyone.
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The following morning after Aiden's moonlit flight with Vincent, he'd woken up late just as Vincent was emerging from his quarters. His captain was already fully dressed and ready to run errands. As Vincent explained it to the yawning Aiden, now that he was going to the masquerade, there was much to be done! A short while later, Vincent departed in a determined but cheerful mood to get everything set in motion. And when he returned that evening he had an official invitation to the ball for Aiden in hand! He sat Aiden down and explained in greater detail what preparations would need to be done. While Vincent had informed him that there would be fittings, dancing and etiquette lessons, and even promenades for social practice, the days following were unexpectedly much busier for Aiden than he'd anticipated.
The first order of business was a visit to the tailor! The shop they went to belonged to a highly skilled older man who knew Vincent by sight and greeted the captain enthusiastically. As it turned out, this was where Vincent and the other men in his family frequented as regular customers! After Aiden's nervous last attempt to get himself to visit a shop like this, he was grateful to have Vincent there to guide him through the process. As soon as Vincent explained that they were here for a suit for Aiden for the upcoming ball, the tailor got straight to work! Vincent helped Aiden sort through different fabrics and finally settle on a nice dark teal and gold lining which, as Vincent put it, brought out the color in his eyes. The comment had made Aiden blush slightly; something Vincent noticed which made him feel a little pleased with himself.
When the topic of how much everything was going to cost came up, Aiden felt panic rearing up inside him. He knew it would be expensive but to actually spend the money? Aside from the tiny piece of Fulgora's Eye that he'd gotten for Pete, this was the most expensive purchase he'd ever made for himself! However, with a few quiet, carefully chosen words of reassurance from Vincent, Aiden remembered that he was, in fact, wealthy. He could afford this suit hundreds of times over and then some! With Vincent's encouragement, Aiden went ahead and made the down payment purchase for his suit! Once measurements had been taken some time later and they were free to go, they went next door to the cordwainer. There Aiden got measured again; this time for boots to go specifically for his ballroom attire! This time, Aiden didn't hesitate to pay for his boots which Vincent felt proud of him for.
The lessons Vincent promised began just two days later. While Vincent didn't really care much for all the niceties and politeness of upper class society, he was still a part of it and therefore educated thus. During these lessons, Aiden began to learn the basics of gentlemanly ballroom etiquette. He'd be learning how to dance very soon but first Aiden would need to learn how to properly walk, stand, and even how to talk. While Vincent stressed the importance of these lessons, most of the time the two men were just laughing and enjoying each other's company. Vincent was having such a grand time with his friend that he was often smiling and full of spirit. Vincent suggested Aiden put to practice what he'd learned while they were out and about. Aiden remembered that this was just a part of the facade; the mask that must be put on for society. So, that's what he did. Following Vincent's example, he began to learn. He would gladly play the part. Aiden knew deep down that Vincent liked Aiden just as he was now... but a big part of him wanted to fit into Vincent's world more. He wanted to show Vincent that he was capable of being a part of ALL aspects of his life; not just on the ship.
When it came time for Aiden to learn to dance, Vincent knew that Charlotte would be the most logical choice to be Aiden's dance partner. When the young lady learned to dance a few years ago, it had been Vincent, himself, who was her dance partner as she learned the art. He knew she was a lovely dancer for her age; a talented one, at that. She'd also proven herself to be a patient teacher. Besides all that, Aiden and she got along well and clearly there was chemistry between them. Vincent knew that this would be a perfect opportunity for the two of them to get to know each other and spend time together. There was every reason for him to allow them to practice together! Yet, Vincent knew without a doubt that Charlotte would be all over Aiden...which was why when Aiden arrived for his first day of dance lessons it was not Charlotte there to greet him alongside Vincent....it was Abigail!
Abigail was happy to join Vincent in teaching Aiden how to dance! Of course, she knew the real reason he was asking her even if he didn't want to admit it, and the alternative would have been Bernadette. While Bernie excelled in many other things, Abigail knew just how skilled her sister was on the dance floor....and something told her Aiden would prefer to keep his toes intact.
And so, practice began! Aiden discovered that he liked dancing and the chemistry between the three of them was very pleasant and enjoyable. Abigail was fond of Aiden already and the more she learned and saw of him, the more she found him a pleasure to be around. He was a fun student who made the task of teaching him an enjoyable experience. When the cousins demonstrated to Aiden the various popular dances that he'd see at the ball, the young man was in awe. They appeared to move flawlessly to the music coming out of the phonograph. As it turned out, Abigail had a small passion for dance, and Vincent, while he didn't like to show off, was quite skilled as well. Despite the intricate dances he was shown, Aiden was told he'd be learning the easiest of the dances first: the waltz.
The days passed and things were starting to come together quickly! Aiden's confidence with the waltz was starting to build. Soon, he was guiding Abigail with less mistakes and even felt brave enough to add in a small flourish in his step! Not only was his dancing skills improving, his suit for the masquerade was coming along nicely.
On the topic of his suit one afternoon, Vincent pointed out that dancing in full formal attire was different than practicing in comfortable clothes. It would be heavier and warmer than what they were doing now. He mused that Aiden should be more dressed up while practicing to get used to it; much the way Vincent dressed when out as a member of high society. It got Aiden thinking that maybe it was time he finally got something a little nicer to wear after all.
Normally, these things took time to make so when Aiden went back to the tailor's the next day, he was not expecting to be able to walk out with a brand new outfit in hand. The tailor happened to have a complete set on display that he sold to Aiden at a discounted price. Apparently, it had been made for another customer some time ago who had changed their mind at the very last minute. Amazingly, the entire ensemble fit Aiden like a glove! There were only a couple quick adjustments needed for the pants but that was it!
Finally Aiden stepped up to the mirror. He almost didn't recognize himself! The young man staring back at him looked older and more mature. There was a growing confidence which showed in how he stood tall and smiled with approval.
The next time Aiden was due to meet Abigail and Vincent marked two weeks until the masquerade! While it also meant Damien was officially back in town as well, Aiden had other things on his mind. This was the day he would be arriving dressed like a gentleman; not some commoner who worked aboard a ship.
Aiden was feeling nervous! His hands kept fidgeting and tugging at his fitted blue waistcoat as he stepped off the lift. Just ahead of him was the open door that invitingly led into Vincent's office. What would Vincent think? Would he approve of him? Aiden peeked into the room and took a cursory glance around to see who was all here. His eyes appreciatively settled on the slender yet curvy shape standing by one of the bookshelves beside the tea station.
It was Vincent, of course! He hadn't realized he had company yet. He was standing in front of a small mirror up on one of the bookshelves and was actually humming softly to himself. Intent upon his task, he deftly pinned the last strands of hair into his updo. It was a more effeminate style than Aiden had ever seen on him. It wasn't just his hair but also the way he was dressed that gave him such an androgynous appearance. He was a little more dressed up and the way his corset and trousers flattered and hugged his figure? There was just something different about him today. Whatever it was, Aiden found it attractive.
Just as Vincent finished with his hair and gave a satisfied smile at his appearance there was a soft knock at the door. Ah, that had to be Aiden. He was right on time! As he turned to greet Aiden, he saw Aiden's smile which bemused him. And while he'd never admit it aloud, it made him feel shy. His mind tried to reason why Aiden would be smiling at him as if...as if he were the loveliest creature in the world.
No, his mind reasoned, that couldn't be right! And as if to prove him right, Aiden suddenly began to grin. That's right...he must be amused by his appearance! However, he was completely unaware that, in truth, Aiden was actually grinning at the sight of Vincent's deepening blush that had blossomed across his cheeks at the sight of his friend staring at him...
But now, Vincent was feeling awkward and second-guessing his decision to dress up. He nibbled his lower lip and glanced off to the side. As he reached up with one hand and toyed with his bangs, he said just loud enough for Aiden to hear, "I know, I know. I look silly."
"What? No, you don't!" Aiden chuckled as he stepped into the room. "I think the whole look is very flattering on you."
"You really think so? It's not too much?"
"I really think so. You look great!"
Vincent saw that sweet, reassuring smile and suddenly he felt much better as he found himself suddenly smiling as well. Once upon a time, he would have not believed it so quickly, if at all. But Aiden had a way about him that made him feel safe to be himself. And it seemed that was turning into confidence that was taking hold more firmly in Vincent's life. And though Vincent didn't realize it, he was finally starting to come into himself and blossom; something those closest to him 'had' started to notice.
As it turned out, Abigail had come down with a small cold and wouldn't be joining them today...but Vincent didn't want to cancel Aiden's lesson. After all, Vincent knew how to be led in a dance just as well as he could lead! So, when he offered himself as Aiden's dance partner, he was pleased with Aiden's enthusiastic response.
Once Vincent turned the phonograph on, he turned to face his friend and saw Aiden offering out his hand towards him with a grin. It was much like he'd done the night he'd asked Vincent to join him on their moonlit flight. Vincent grinned back and placed his hand in Aiden's before allowing himself to be guided to the middle of the room.
Aiden slid his hand around Vincent's waist and stepped close, his gaze shifting down to gaze into Vincent's as Vincent's hand came to sit upon his upper arm and gently took his hand. Then after what felt like several quiet, wonderful minutes of suspended time (but was really only a couple of breaths), Aiden began to lead on the next beat of melody that was playing for them.
Aiden had proven by now that he had a pretty good handle on the waltz. So after a couple of dances together, Vincent decided how to show him the first steps of another type of dance he'd demonstrated the first day: the quadrille!
A couple of hours had passed and Aiden was finally ready to give leading a real try! So after a quick break, the men got back to it! It was about halfway through the first dance when Aiden first accidentally treaded on Vincent's toes and bumped into him. At first, Aiden was apologetic, but Vincent laughed it off.
And as they continued to dance, he told Aiden about a few collisions on the dance floor that he'd witnessed. Vincent was no longer keeping an eye on Aiden's dance moves because he was too preoccupied talking and laughing all while still dancing! As natural as can be, Aiden still led Vincent around the small space while listening and tossing in his own laughter and commentary. They were no longer dancing the quadrille, exactly, but instead just dancing for fun while they interacted. In fact, they were so engrossed with each other, their dance, and the music that they were unaware that they were no longer alone.
As seconds turned to nearly a minute, Damien's composure was starting to crack. So this was why Vincent couldn't spend time with him earlier today! Of course, it was because of fucking Aiden! What the bloody Hell was going on? Finally deciding to just get their attention before he completely lost himself, Damien forced another smile upon his face and knocked loudly on the door.
"Damien! Is it three o'clock already?!" Vincent exclaimed before quickly glancing towards the clock. With a small chuckle he added, "Oh, you're early!" He gently detached himself from Aiden's embrace so he could go turn off the music. And as he moved, he glanced out the window and was made aware that it was suddenly getting dark outside as if it were going to pour any moment. And indeed, there was the gentle sound of thunder in the distance.
"Well, you said to just come in when I got here so here I am!"
"I meant at three, but it's fine. It looks like it's going to rain anyways."
It wasn't fine, Vincent felt, but he moved onto the next topic as he joined Aiden and Damien in the center of the room. Vincent realized how nicely Damien was dressed and he complimented him, "Well, don't you look extra sharp today? What's the occasion?"
Damien beamed as Vincent praised his outfit. He'd dressed up just for him for this very reason! He'd even let his hair grow out which he thought gave him a more roguish appearance. He felt handsome and confident; especially now that he knew Vincent approved (just as he already knew he would)!
"Well, thank you! I think I appear rather dashing."
Vincent gave a nod of approval then smiled and gestured over at Aiden. "Aiden's gotten a new outfit, too. Well, two. He's been practicing his dancing for the ball! Didn't you see? He's doing great! He's only just started learning a couple of weeks ago!"
At Vincent's proud grin and praise, Aiden felt himself blush deeply and smile bashfully. He glanced towards Vincent who stood beside him and nudged Aiden's arm with a chuckle. But across the way, Damien wasn't as pleased.
"Wait, wait, wait. The ball?" Damien wondered aloud condescendingly. "Since when is Aiden coming to the ball?"
"Since I invited him!" Vincent retorted more defensively than he'd intended. Damien blinked in surprise and even Aiden felt a little surprised...though also a bit pleased. Mysteriously, a shade of red appeared on Vincent's cheeks as he cleared his throat. He'd invited Aiden there so that he'd not dread the event so much. And...and he wanted him there. Aiden always made things better when he was there!
Unaware that he was still blushing, he quickly glanced up at Aiden then looked back at Damien before explaining a little timidly, "I just thought it would be fun, you know? I wanted to have my best friends with me." And suddenly there was a weight on Vincent's shoulders as Aiden daringly slid his arm over them and leaned towards him with a handsome smile.
"And it's going to be absolutely fantastic. I'm looking forward to it. And...thanks again for teaching me how to dance. These past couple weeks have been...wonderful. You're wonderful."
"Well, gosh! I've been enjoying your company, too. Practice is just a good excuse to see you! It...it HAS been wonderful."
And as Vincent and Aiden teased the boundaries of flirting, the realization of how good they looked side by side was more obvious than ever! Damien suddenly realized that they were even dressed to match in similar colors! It made them look even more like a couple! And with how had Vincent turned to look up at Aiden and seemed to lean into his touch? It took everything in Damien not to punch Aiden in his cocky, smiling face!
'...These past couple of weeks...' Aiden had said. What else had happened during this past month while he was gone?! Maybe he should have come home sooner, after all.
"So, tell us about your trip!" Vincent exclaimed as he was suddenly approaching Damien and tugged him further into the room towards the armchairs. "Would you like some tea? I was just thinking about making some! Aiden?" With both his friends acknowledging his offer, Vincent left Damien to sit and started up the kettle. Meanwhile, Aiden went to lean against the desk as he watched and listened silently.
Damien took his seat and groaned softly as he settled in. His eyes remained focused on Vincent (ignoring Aiden's existence as much as possible) and responded enthusiastically, "It was a lot of fun! I saw lots of family and some old friends..."
Damien began to elaborate on his visit, to which Aiden found a bit dull. However, Vincent seemed to know who Damien was talking about and was much more invested in this conversation. Even as Vincent finished serving their teas, Damien was still talking. It was as Damien's tea finally cooled enough for him to drink some that Aiden finally had a chance to speak.
"After this cup, I think I am going to let you two finish catching up and head out, myself," Aiden informed them. "When you decide when you want to take Leon's Claw up in the air, let me know."
"Mm, that's right. You and I need to decide on that!" Damien replied with a pleased grin to which Vincent smiled and nodded before sipping contently at his tea. Good, Damien thought to himself. Aiden was leaving! As soon as Aiden was gone, he'd get to the bottom of all this.
Aiden finished his tea fairly quickly, and it didn't take long before he reluctantly bid Vincent and Damien farewell. He'd be seeing Vincent the day after tomorrow for sure but that already felt like too far away. And there was something in the way Vincent hesitantly gave Aiden an umbrella to borrow and how he looked at him with a touch of longing that convinced Aiden that Vincent may, in fact, be feeling the exact same way.
Damien watched silently from where he leaned against the desk, arms rising and folding across his chest as the door finally closed behind Aiden. He watched as Vincent turned to face him with a smile. However, Vincent's smile immediately faded as he caught sight of Damien's slight frown and how his brows creased with irritation.
"What's-?" Vincent started but was cut off by Damien's abrupt, "What the fuck is going on?" Vincent drew in a deep breath and defensively responded, "What are you talking about exactly?"
"You know what I mean, Vincent!"
Vincent's lips parted but no words came out. He was flabbergasted! Where was all this coming from?! He really had no idea what Damien was so upset over so quickly! Yet as seconds passed and Vincent couldn't come up with an answer, Damien finally huffed and took a step away and ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly. Though a moment later he took a deep breath and glanced over his shoulders. He let out another sigh and asked Vincent, "I'm your best friend right?"
"Of course you are!"
"You know you can tell me anything."
"I know that."
"So, then what has he done to you?"
"What are you talking about?!"
"Aiden!" Damien placed his hands on Vincent's shoulders and squeezed tightly. Vincent winced and felt a headache take immediate siege as Aiden was being blamed yet again. "Come on, Vincent! This isn't you! I told you: you look silly when you dress like this. What's with the hair?"
Vincent felt his confidence start to sink as he glanced off to the side towards his mirror. Earlier, he'd felt pride in his appearance. He found he liked dressing more androgynously sometimes for personal reasons. Secretly, honestly... Vincent liked pretty things and had always wanted to dress more like this. It wasn't that he wanted to do it all the time but just on those rare occasions...but thanks to Damien, he was starting to question himself again and already wanted to unpin his hair. But then he remembered how Aiden had told him that it was flattering on him and that he looked great!
Remembering that, Vincent shifted his gaze up to look at Damien and placed his hands atop of his and pulled them off before stating a little sharply, "I'm trying something new. It's MY decision, Damien. No one makes that for me. No. One."
Drawing his hands back as if struck, Damien's brow furrowed as if hurt as Vincent walked past him with a sigh. Vincent placed his hands on his prized orrery and stared down at the planets as they rotated around. It was a moment later when Damien's voice appeared right behind him in his ear in a way that sent uncomfortable shivers down his spine.
"You're not the same anymore," Damien murmured. "It's like you're becoming a different person. I just miss my best friend. Is that such a bad thing?"
"No. It's-"
Vincent had turned around and found himself practically sandwiched between the orrery and Damien who was standing very, very close. Vincent wet his lips nervously and glanced off to the side uncomfortably.
"It's not a bad thing. I get it," Vincent relented as he maneuvered away towards his desk. Now feeling much less confident about himself, Vincent folded his arms over his abdomen and hunched slightly. This whole conversation had knocked the wind out of his sails.
Sensing Vincent's drop in mood, Damien reached out to touch his shoulder and explained, "It's just...not you. That's all. But I suppose I can get used to it. I just like good old Vincent, you know? I like how things used to be when it's just us...like now! It's okay, though. So..." And with that, Damien walked past Vincent towards the chair and went to plop down and folded his arms across his chest as he demanded, "...so, what's been going on with you this past month? What brought you to giving 'dancing' lessons?"
Vincent took a deep breath and then let it out and forced a smile on his face. He may as well try to keep the mood light. However, he decided to tread a little more carefully as he shrugged and went to the mirror across the way. He began to unpin the pins in his hair as he explained, "It's not just me. Abby's been helping as his dance partner but she's got a cold so I just stepped in for today."
"Oh! Well why didn't you say SHE was his dance partner?"
And though Vincent's back was turned and he couldn't see it, he could hear and feel Damien's demeanor easing down and becoming less tense. Thank God! He replied, "Because I didn't think it mattered? Anyway, I invited him to come to the ball because I thought it would be fun to have him there. Besides, there will be people he knows and it's a good opportunity. Plus, I was bored! You took TWO extra weeks to come back!"
"Yeah, but it was worth it. At least I had fun! I'm back now. That's what matters and things can go back to as they should be! Tell you what, why don't I come help out with Aiden's lessons? It would be fun! It would be easier to practice with another couple and you and I can dance together! How's that sound? We can practice for the ball!"
Vincent unwound his hair and let it fall across his shoulders; his hair falling forward across his brow and he stared at himself unhappily. And as he did, Damien suddenly appeared behind him, blocking his light and placing his hands around Vincent's upper arms. Vincent glanced off to the side though he felt Damien looming over him and pressing right up against his back and making him shrink and feel very small. Damien's eyes pierced the side of his head and his fingers dug in just the tiniest bit into his arms as he asked, "Don't you think that's a grand idea?"
"I do!" Vincent quickly lied as he plastered a smile on his face and glanced up at him up over his shoulder. Though, honestly, he wanted to crawl and hide for a while. While Damien was right that Aiden could practice better with another couple present for the quadrille, he didn't want to put them together right now. It seemed 4 weeks apart hadn't helped matters at all. "But he's already gotten so good that he won't need much more practice, I think. But if we do, I'll definitely be letting you know first."
Quickly, Vincent turned in place and pushed his long hair over his shoulder, "I'm tired of all this ball talk! Let's decide when we want to go flying!" He hoped Damien would allow himself to be distracted with plans and leave the rest of it alone. He just wanted to enjoy the rest of the day. And thankfully it seemed he was in luck!
Damien grinned and went to take his seat again all while going on a tangent about how eager he was for that. For now, it was best to let Damien enjoy that while he, Vincent, came down from whatever the fuck that argument had been about.
Vincent still wasn't sure what the core of Damien's actual problem was. It always felt like he was running in circles and never directly clarifying what upset him so much. Sometimes, Vincent wondered if even Damien knew. But it was as they parted ways much later in the evening, hours after the whole incident had even happened...that Damien finally started to hint what was really wrong.
"Tell me that you're not going to fall for Aiden."
"That's preposterous! Ha! What in the Hell has you thinking I'm going to fall for Aiden?!"
Vincent actually laughed at the idea! He shook his head as he leaned against the door jamb and folded his arms over his chest. And, if Damien was being honest with himself, Vincent sure did look surprised by this idea. Damien was standing before him in the hallway, peering back at Vincent with slightly narrowed eyes. He didn't want to go until he got that promise.
"Just....promise me you won't!"
"Pfft. Now you're just being ridiculous! Aiden? And 'me?' We're just friends! And crewmates...like you and me. Nothing's going to change, okay? Besides, I am absolutely sure Aiden doesn't see me as anything like that. Don't be a worry wart! You'll see! As soon as this damned masquerade is over with and we're back in the air, everything will be back to normal as it should be."
Vincent smirked and pushed on Damien's shoulder to nudge him to go home. The sooner Damien was gone, the sooner he could lock up and depart, himself. Thankfully, they were heading in opposite directions so he could finally get some peace and quiet.
It took a long moment, but Damien finally gave a satisfied nod and chuckle before responding, "I'm not a worry wart! Just call me a concerned best friend. I care about you. You know that."
"I do know. Be off with you! Get some rest! I'll see you in two days. Five o'clock at Leon's Claw. I'll make sure to get everything arranged ahead of time."
"See you then!"
And as soon as Damien's back was turned, Vincent ducked back into his office and slumped back against the door. Why the Hell was Damien so worried? Sure, Damien was never a person who enjoyed change but who ever truly did? Usually, the two worked very well together and got on well enough. They just needed to work through these few rough patches!
And besides, he was certain that whatever had Damien paranoid would soon pass because sooner or later he'd see that there was only friendship between Aiden and Vincent. It was absurd to think otherwise!
Absolutely...absurd.
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Estou puta, MUITO puta mesmo!!!
Estava mega ansiosa para receber meus esmaltinhos gringos e qdo chego em casa, vejo o pacote no chão, jogado no meio do quintal...
Corri pra abrí-los e percebo a SURPRESA!!! Um deles todinho fora do vidro, vazado... A tampa QUEBRADA... Quebrou bem na parte de rosquiar, deixando um toco pra fora (fig. 4)...
Isso pq no envelope estava escrito FRAGILE (fig.1)... Pro carteiro, provavelmente é uma palavra em GREGO, né?! Pq ele simplesmente arremessou o pacote!!! E já NÃO é a primeira vez q isso acontece. Minha mãe disse q o antigo carteiro sempre teve o cuidado de deixar as encomendas num cantinho do portão de entrada... Ou qdo era algum envelope escrito NÃO DOBRAR, ele tb deixava lá... Agora q mudou de carteiro, ele DOBRA mesmo escrito para n dobrar ou arremessa qdo o produto está escrito frágil...
Como o Correio fica longe de casa, só dá pra ir de carro, (ontem feriado e hj meu pai precisou do carro, assim como minha irmã) vou tentar ir amanhã sem falta, pessoalmente, para fazer reclamação desse INFELIZ!!! Sim, ele é um INFELIZ mau humorado!!!
Sei que n vai adiantar 'LHUFAS' eu reclamar, pq eles n vão me devolver o produto e mto menos pagar o valor real dele... Mas pelo menos vou descarregar em alguém!!!
Pra minha sorte, o vendedor do Ebay me prometeu enviar outro 2NITE que será enviado junto com mais 2 lindezas lá em Vitória, já q é o porteiro q recebe, n terá perigo do aremesso!!!
Agora é esperar...
Desculpem o desabafo, mas esses CORREIOS qdo n cagam na entrada, cagam na saída!!! É essa a situação pós PT no poder... #prontofalei
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Descobri agora a pouco (23:53) o número de telefone para reclamações... Pra quem quiser, ficará registrado: 0800 725 0100 - Exclusivo para registrar sugestões, elogios e reclamações. O número é o mesmo para ligações de todo o Brasil.
Ligarei amanhã sem falta!
Tb acabei de reclamar pelo próprio site, qm quiser o link é esse: www.correios.com.br/servicos/falecomoscorreios/
No final, diz q entrarão em contato em até 5 dias úteis... Rá! Vamos ver se vão resolver alguma coisa...
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09/10/2010
Bom meninas, só pra dar uma satisfaçãozinha p vcs... O carteiro passou aqui em casa hoje e meu marido foi lá atendê-lo... Não sei como, mas imagino que os superiores dele receberam a minha reclamação... Ele veio se desculpar, se explicar e até dizer que arcava com as despesas q eu tive com relação à encomenda. Eles conversaram, tal e meu marido o desculpou e disse que apenas queria q ele se comprometesse a ter mais cuidado com as encomendas e cartas... Que as colocassem onde o outro carteiro sempre fez...
Bom, acho q valeu e já fiquei satisfeita...
Caso os Correios entrem em contato cmg, falo pra vcs...
Beijinhos e obrigada pela solidariedade de todas vcs!!!
=)
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10/09/2010
Bom, agora a pouco veio o "superior" do carteiro, o sr. Rogério falar pessoalmente comigo. Fiz uma declaração pra ele por escrito de tuuuudo o q aconteceu e que já ficou resolvido...
Fiquei realmente espantada e jamais esperaria um retorninho sequer dos Correios. Então meninas, se acontecer algo assim ou parecido q vcs ficaram insatisfeita, reclamem pq realmente funciona! Eles prontamente me atenderam tanto por telefone qto pessoalmente!
Obrigada! Eu realmente n esperava essa preocupação td qto a nós, clientes...
Aproveito a deixa final para me desculpar qto algumas palavrinhas "feias" aí de cima, mas sei q vcs entendem o nervosismo da pessoa aqui, né?! hauhauhauahuaha
Beijinhos...
Puto da vida porque estava com planos para tirar algumas fotos...E não parava de chover ¬¬
Parei para pensar e percebi que a chuva deixa seu rastro por todas as partes...aí sim começam a fluir coisas boas(fotos).
Uma ótima semana para todos!!
REPRODUÇÃO PROIBIDA - Copyright © 2008 Ian Pozzobon. All rights reserved.
I put this up a couple of years ago and it was getting ripped off by other websites so i made it private. I just made it public again which is the reason why it's front and center again. Not my intention. Another video of
my backyard Bobcat.
Put another log on the fire
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car and change the tires,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans;
Fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe
And come and tell me why you're leaving me...
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Cool old sign has a nice, frosty glass of beer that I'm going to have to see at night time...Lower right side of sign...
The Hearth
4701 Geary Blvd @ 11th Ave.
San Francisco, Ca.