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lies a happily ever after. This little ray of happiness is for my sister, who miscarried on Tuesday. Her heart is broken, and while intellectually, she knows she did nothing wrong, her emotions (and mother guilt) keep getting in the way.
"Mother Guilt" is a very powerful emotion. Every mom I know suffers from it. While dads are not immune, they seem to experience it less. Why, ladies? Why do we beat ourselves up over every decision made/unmade, cross word, lack of words, action or inaction taken? It starts the moment you become pregnant and worry about having a chocolate bar instead of an apple, or wondering whether you can really have one cup of coffee a day without harming the baby? And then -- God forbid, if something does happen, we convince ourselves it was because of the coffee, or the chocolate bar, or because we weren't attentive enough to the life inside our bodies?
Once our children are born, it intensifies. Did I yell too much? Not enough? Am I doing the right things to shape a good human being, or will my kid turn out to be a serial killer? I think about those things -- not because my children are that bad, but somebody's child will be. Why? It must be something I did.
And this is not new. This is not part of the "Perfect Madness" phenomenon. When I went to a therapist during a tough time in my early 20s, my mom asked me why -- it was probably "all the mother's fault. It always is." Is it that society expects us to be perfect mothers, and therefore, when we don't live up to it, we blame ourselves?
I have been wokring hard on cutting myself some slack. Luckily for me, I have gotten close enough to some of those moms who never seem to get ruffled to find out, they do, indeed, get ruffled.
Moms of the world, pat yourselves on your back. We are all doing so much better of a job than we think. Kiss your kids and count your blessings. I know I'm going to.
Beginning to get a bit annoyed with the news channels in the UK and their complete over reaction to the current cold weather. They claim that it is colder in UK than in Norway and Finland, I believe temperatures in Norway have been -40C in places this week. Stavanger is currently -9C and Oslo -16C (mid afternoon).
Side roads here very rarely get gritted or cleared. It is compulsory to have winter tyres from October to April on your car.
We also wear appropriate clothes for the conditions. I have wool longjohns and matching top, extremely comfortable and warm. Good quality boots and for icy conditions we have crampon like covers for shoes.
The image size of my contact's recent uploads are way too small. I give Flickr a couple (damn good) suggestions here:
collectivelab.typepad.com/collectivelab/2010/02/flickr-ra...
At Southwold, Suffolk.
People seem to like pictures of these things, can't see the attraction of them myself apart from being quintessentially English and being worth a vastly over- inflated trade in price.
Church of St Margaret,
Monument to Sir Thomas Rant †1671. Marble. North aisle east end
The monument is one of three saved from the earlier church. A hipped inscription is framed by coloured Ionic columns. The coat of arms is set between consoles while the apron is decorated with a bunched hanging cloth. In style it is close to the work of William Stanton, notably the Monument to John Fountayne †1671 in St Peter and Paul, Salle, which has been attributed to Stanton.
Sir Thomas was the third son of William Rant of Yelverton. A lawyer he qualified at Grays Inn in 1629. Although a royalist he took no active part during the civil war, retiring, as the inscription notes, to Norfolk, where he acquired an estate at Thorpe Market, presumably to be close to the family holding of Coxford-Priory Manor. Although a court supporter he was elected to the Convention for Norwich in 1660, when he was knighted, he never stood again. By 1634 he had married Mary Burwell from Woodbridge. He built four almshouses in Thorpe Market.
M. W. Helms / John. P. Ferris, The History of Parliament: the House of Commons 1660-1690, ed. B.D. Henning, 1983
detail of the apron
so,
wednesday wasnt a good day for jonas.
nick got alot of hate, but thats not what this is about.
this is about demi,
the stage got flooded out so demi rumorly told someone she didnt want to do the meet and greet (btw, show was cancelled)
then i guess it was in a flooded area,
im pretty sure demi couldve went somewhere else to do the meet and greet, but okay.
then she tweets 3 pictures of her with travis then deletes them.
which i dont know why she deleted them.
THEN,
she went on about the m and g,
and then suddenly said she was going to delete.
okay demi,
your talented,
i have weird feelings towards you,
but to delete your twitter is stupid.
you got hate, sorry.
just because your going to delete twitter dosent mean the hates gone.
probably 20% out of 100% is hate.
thats not fair to the real fans who love demis tweets.
:|||
NOW NICK,
nick was being "rude" because he did a spelling error and people thought it was funny, nick didnt take it as a joke then nick called a fan rude.
but i feel bad for nick,
fans have been rude to him lately.
with both demi and nick i think they all need there space.
Dave Hurley and Ailbhe Jordan winners of the One to Watch awards during tha iapi Rant Night in The Sgar Club last Night
This is from the wall surrounding a building on West 57 St. and Ninth Ave. that has been abandoned and condemned for as long as I can remember. Whoever put this up is extremely industrious, however I don't know whether it makes sense to anyone other than its creator(s).
don't expect anything of me. that way you don't get dissapointed.
.. trying those look that Rosie Hardy, Kane perfected.. replacing backgrounds into real scene (ground and sky)..
For the most part, the litter pickup thing I've been doing is like second nature. Walking is the main event, grabbing litter while on the move is secondary, semi-automatic. But -- occasionally, the act of picking up items of trash gets me started thinking, and pondering some of the same old questions, yet again.
Here's a soda can, there's a cigarette pack. Everywhere it's cigarette butts. For each piece of litter, I know there's a person, a name a face. He or she has done the deed and left the scene, becoming anonymous. But still, even without the name or face as reference points, I can't help but wonder about the individual behind the deed. How did this twisted behavior pattern get started, one which sees it as OK -- maybe even "cool" -- to throw out trash whereever one happens to be at the moment? Is it an act of thumbing one's nose at the rest of society and specifically at society's facade of propriety and gentility? Or is it more a matter of convenience and laziness -- not wanting to trouble oneself by keeping up with bits and pieces of trash till they can be properly disposed of?
Questions. But as in the past, I never seem to come up with adequate answers. I walk on and drop back into the robotic mode of litter picking.
"It is certain, I think, that the best government is the one that governs least. But there is a much-neglected corollary: the best citizen is the one who least needs governing. The answer to big government is not private freedom, but private responsibility."
-- Wendell Berry, "The Loss of the Future" (In The Long-Legged house)
Have you seen more of the work of this street artist? I'm trying to make a collection of his writings. I've found 5 of his "stream of consciousness" writing by now. (Rotterdam)
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Wednesday 7-5-2008
A group of dirty rabid gay's, that = the police of Aalsmeer.w.w.w.nl.
and then they say "hey go out of the way"
and then I say Wiiliam 3d the third,
what 're you talking about.
Edwin, maybe I've gone to the d(D)oemkade-
A13-A15-highway-Airport Zestienhoven
Indian village direction of Delft
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See also:
www.flickr.com/photos/uair01/2689137511/in/set-7215760629...
It's that twin again on TV
What did you want to eat?, only if you saw the programme would you understand.
Would someone dig out the E1 archive.
Mr. Rancy, Director, ITU Radiocommunication Bureau at ITU Council 2016, Geneva, Switzerland
© ITU/M.A Benaissa
don't you just hate updates sometimes?! for example when you ALWAYS had a little tick where it says "warning when several tabs are closed?" ... somehow the update ignored it and I am a serious hundred-taba-open-all-the-time person ...
means - ALL flickr tabs had been closed ... all pics I was just commenting on and mails I was just writing ... so sorry in advance if I forgot to answer somewhere ... -.-
An award-winning podcaster is swapping the studio for the stage in his debut one-man show at the Greater Manchester Fringe.
Stand-up poet Daniel J. McLaughlin - a podcast producer for Reach, the UK's biggest publisher - will debut 'Rant in Iambic Pentameter' at the summer theatrical festival in July.
The show, which is part-poetry, part-comedy, part-philosophy, and fully profanity laced, pokes fun at parts of McLaughlin's life, including his diagnosis as a manic depressive.
"Well, it's cheaper than paying for private counselling, and probably quicker than the NHS waiting list. As the old saying goes: a genius is a madman with an audience. I just need an audience, otherwise I am your run-of-the-mill madman," the 28-year-old comedian said.
"But don't worry, it's not a bleak 60-minute show where I whine, "Woo is me." There is far too much of that self-pitying nonsense in the poetry scene. I am here to entertain, first and foremost.
"And even in the bleakest moments, mental illness can be bloody funny. My time spent on a mental health ward contained some of the most hilarious moments in my life - I'll write about it someday."
Salford-born McLaughlin, who was raised in Oswaldtwistle, Lancashire for the first 18 years of his life, combines his rants with rhymes, discussing God, Grindr, geese, gay life, and "the bloody government".
His sexuality plays a big part in 'Rant in Iambic Pentameter'. The self-titled "part-time poof" jokes about his bisexuality, experiences of homophobia and hate crime, and lack of success on the dating apps.
"I appeared on the One Show at the start of the year, discussing my attack on Canal Street by a drunken homophobe. It was an important bit of film, but at the same time, it was a bit too worthy for my liking.
"I don't want to be preachy. I don't have a megaphone, or a placard, or a soapbox - I have a microphone and far too many swear words."
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