What my son says to me most often:
1. Is
2. it
3. my
4. turn
5. on
6. the
7. Playstation
8. yet?
9. Please
10. please
11. please?
12. Why
13. not?
Sometimes there’s no reasoning with him.
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Megan Rose
emily/randomability
Paige Tyler
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Happily Retired Gal
George IV celebrated the death of his wife, Queen Caroline. What kind of mischief could he get into?
At least His Majesty could take some measure of solace in the arms of a new girlfriend. He still had his old girlfriend, Lady Hurtford, but that was getting a bit stale. What with his detested wife dead and all, time for something new. Lady Conyngham was the something new. She was “a fat, kindly, religious, rich and rapacious woman of fifty-two.” She was also married (of course) with four grown children. If His Majesty was aware that he was all to predictable in his tastes in women, he didn’t let it bother him. Lady Hurtford was decidedly put out over her beau’s new attachment. His Majesty didn’t let that bother him either.
According to one description of Lady Conyngham, “her beauty was beginning to fade, and she never had been amusing or particularly intelligent, though she was much more shrewd than people supposed. The king adored her.” And why shouldn’t he? He was a free man after all. He fussed over her, held her hand (under the table) at State Dinners, kept her at his side during balls and caused one unkind observer to note, “Quaffing their claret, then mingling their lips, Or tickling the fat about each others hips.”
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The Girl isn’t a Girl Scout this year. She doesn’t miss it a bit. But I do.
Vicki over at Beach Bum gave me this award. Yeah, I’ve received it before, but I like it and am glad to receive it again.
I’m passing along to:
Debbie Davis
Mozi Esme’s Mom
Adelle
TWM
Jr. John
kaye
OK, OK, I’ll quit here. I know I’m repeating myself.
Back to the other side of La Playa Grande, there were little nooks and crannies everywhere. This planter is built into a gap over a four story drop.
This is a long one, so I’m splitting it in two. Come back Monday for the other half.
Architect and engineers compete to see whose team can build the most spectacular structure using little more than cans of food at ‘Canstruction,’ the 13th annual NYC Design and Build competition in New York .
All these cans will go to the food bank afterwards.
I don’t know what it is about tunnels that I like so much, but I sure do. This was taken a few feet further in than the picture from yesterday.
This is surprisingly good.
1 3/4 c flour
1/2 c sugar
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 c vegetable oil
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
1 c crushed grapes
Stir together the dry ingredients, then add the wet. Beat until smooth. Turn into a greased 8x8x2 inch baking pan. Bake at 375F for 40 minutes, or until done.
Considering how poorly I’ve been doing with the links to recipes, I thought I’d give this a try. Ignore the thing about Thursday Thirteen. If you have a recipe of a picture of food, leave your link in Mr. Linky and I will put a hard link to you here in a few days.
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Jill: Ah-ah-ah, Jack. I see your hand touching.
Jack: It’s not fair. If it weren’t for his tail, Tonic wouldn’t make it.
Jill: Don’t be cheap, Dear.
Today’s theme is low
Previously in Jack and Jill Catching the Show
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“It’s for you?” Ben slapped the back of the chair Lisa was sitting in. He didn’t get it. What was wrong with Gene? A few days ago he was ready to crawl through a window to beat up his father because of what he said. Today the social worker was all set to do it for him, and he wouldn’t let her. “What do you mean it’s for you?”
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La Playa Grande is a huge place. This arch is down, through the foyer, and out a side door from the hall.
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Importance
hovers over us
like thunder over the hills,
a train rumbling the tracks from
beyond the curve.
This moment, this moment, this moment
must not be missed.
Take heed of the life unlived because
this moment is the essence
of all that is or can be.
Cherish it.
For tomorrow comes only from this.