Photo of my man & me on a beach off of the Pacific Coast Highway before making our 'cross country trip back to Florida... Pure Happiness.
Home sweet home
On our 'cross country road trip from California to Florida, Shawn & I stayed a night here at The Inn of the Mountain Gods - obviously we
My Father's Bible, that has been to Vietnam, and many travels with him before he passed; with me on a Beach in Maui. My favorite photo
Baby powder gets the sand off! Why didn't anyone tell me this before? I will now add this to my beach bag!
Really useful stuff!
This is my version of the drop-dead gorgeous brooch recovered from the wreck of Nuestra Senora de Atocha--one of those fairytale finds off the Florida coast back in the eighties. By Randee Ketzel
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Change it back......America goes $4 BILLON deeper in dept every day under Obama. Our children and grandchildren will have to pay off this debt as well as their own. This man and his cronies are killing our country.
It always floors me how things like this Jacob Bromwell sifter can bring back such wonderful memories. ï¿½ My Baking Addiction The only thing cooler than a flour sifter for your country kitchen is our All-American Flour Sifter finished in pure copper! A must-have for every American kitchen, our handcrafted flour sifters feature a single screen and produce the finest, smoothest flour possible for perfect cakes, cookies and more. They're the
A few days before their wedding, Alex Voutsinas and Donna Balzano of Boynton Beach, Florida, were looking through old photos to display at their reception. Donna found a Polaroid of her first visit to Walt Disney World, when she was five years old. Alex noticed a man in the background who looked awfully familiar--his own father, pushing a stroller. Who was in the stroller? Alex! It was the couples' first photo together, snapped 15 years before
The world's smallest dolphin - the Maui's - needs our help. A new study has just found that there are only 55 adult dolphins left, making it one of the most critically endangered marine species in the world. It lives exclusively off the coast of New Zealand, a nation which markets itself as "100% Pure" - and yet the government is dragging its feet in protecting the dolphin.
OP: Grandpa! About three years ago, my wife’s grandfather died. He was the kindest, most loving individual I have ever known. We named our son after him before he died. He took it as a total honor that his family did that with his name and promised our son that he would always look after him. When my sister sent me this pic, I was convinced it was my arm making the blur, but like I said, the more you zoom in, the clearer it gets. The ghost’s head is a “dead ringer” for my wife’s grandfather.
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"It well may be, That we will never meet again, In this lifetime. So let me say before we part, So much of me, Is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me, Like a handprint on my heart. And now whatever way our stories end, I know you have re-written mine, By being my friend... Like a ship blown from its mooring, By a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a skybird, In a distant wood. But because I knew you, I have
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Cracking Wing (Sutateish, also Cetaghe), Mandan youth. Cracking Wing arrived in Hampton on Oct. 25, 1881 and DIED there in 1884. When researching this photograph I nearly overlooked the fact that this young man died at Hampton Institute. When I realised that fact I had to get up and walk away from my computer, after 10 minutes of mixed emotions I went back to my computer and turned it off. I was very effected by this revelation. The photo I
oa2: I was cross-legged and leaning against a bookshelf in Borders surrounded by my selection of books. I see his feet before I look up to see him smiling at me. He sits down, thumbs through his own books until he’s reaching for mine to tilt it out of my view and to his own. He read it, let out this little laugh, and shifted it back to me. 7 and a half years later we finally end much like we began. I hope you’re well in your world with out
A Mother’s Prayer for Her Child By Tina Fey “First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age. Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit. May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait. O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed. And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen.” -Tina Fey