while creation is essential, I would also press that button if it were the "end of garden takin' vermin" button. and as serious as that sounds I feel it's time I take the garden away from those who don't water it!
I learned this fact while doing some research for my sister after her daughter was diagnosed with viral meningitis last Friday. Thankfully, this nasty little side effect did not develop.
I found this around 8th ave and 27th I love when things happen and I have a camera. Usually I am the "photographer that love pictures who usually does not have his camera" - I am going to stop being that person and carry my camera more.
People who lived on the Atlantic coast often caught fish and whales. They sold fish and whale blubber at fish markets, which were usually down by the docks.
Farmers who grew wheat, barley, corn, tobacco, or rice hauled their crops to a town market, where the crops were sold to people in that town or to traders who would ship the goods to other colonies.
I saw the weekend from the South Orange train platform this morning. We can only hope. I can only hope I was not the only one to see this (that). It was amazing.
As people spend thousands of dollars on top shelf digi cameras ~ I now shoot with an old camera phone. My water color holga.
Over in Killarney, Many years ago, Me mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And I'd give the world if she could sing That song to me this day. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush, now don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby. Oft, in dreams I wander To that cot again, I feel her arms a huggin' me As when she held me then. And I hear her voice a humin' To me as in days or yore, When she used to rock me fast asleep Outside the cabin door. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush, now don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby.
I was daydreaming this morning and looking out the bus windows at taxis. I saw an ad on a taxi that read:
"Are you getting monthly payments for an injury settlement? Want them as a lump sum? Call *blah* & *blah* and we'll get you that lump sum"
I laughed. AND laughed. Thinking: isn't the lump sum what got them the injury settlement in the first place? then I felt really bad for laughing at people who have gotten injured. So, I am not sure to keep laughing or feel bad. What should I do??
I have had to let go of a part of my life. The cassette age. This time span was about 1982-1991. At one time I had about 700 tapes. My walls were lined w/ them. Now. It seems I only have room for CD's, my albums and MP3's. It was so hard to let them go. I took them on the train to NYC w/ me today to give to a friend that still lives in the tape age.
fly little birds! Fly away! Please keep rocking!
I may be repeating myself. but anyway..... I read somewhere that music does for the soul what medicine does for the body.
I like the idea of that. Wish I could tell you who said that. It was not me. Well I did type it. But didn't think of it.
Should I have laughed at that Taxi ad? It was the copy that was funny right??
I found it painful to part with my cassette tapes too. I did it years ago, just brought them all out to the dumpster at my apartment complex, but it was hard. The pain will subside eventually.
What is the thing on that man's face in Millburn, NJ?
I think it's ok to laugh, by the way. You're really laughing at the wording, not the injured. :bigsmile:
since you complained to me about never visiting your blog anymore (which I do, and occasionally post too), I will post a reply for proof.
I too have some cassette tapes left that I haven't listened to in a heck of a long time, I wonder if they are still listen-able, no the music (well maybe some of it), but the tape. I just might have to hook up that cassette player and find out.
I think you were laughing at Blah & Blah, the attorneys, rather than those who got injured. That makes sense, as most injuries aren't that funny.
Was it difficult to part with the cassettes? I have some cassettes that are concert bootlegs. Some are recordings of LPs that I don't have on CD. And some are that classic '80s badge, the mix tape. I think I would miss those most of all (although I haven't listened to a cassette in eons).
while creation is essential, I would also press that button if it were the "end of garden takin' vermin" button. and as serious as that sounds I feel it's time I take the garden away from those who don't water it!