Today is Cinco de Mayo, and people are celebrating everywhere! Now don’t be surprised if your mouth or stomach starts morphing into magma if you partake of too many spicy treats during this holiday. The same goes for margaritas, you’ll only have yourself to blame while waiting for the bubbles of Alka Seltzer tablets to dissolve. Meanwhile, some beautiful images for the day:
Felicitaciones, México!🎉🎊
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It’s a Letter for soccer, with all the added badges and pins displayed on a letter jacket. The letter jacket below is worn by my grandson who is graduating in two weeks. Yes, the S for South is upside down, since repaired.
I had fun helping students with high school letter jackets, rings, etc as a side job. When I worked in the old days–believe me, it’s changed a lot–in the jewelry department in a TX Wal-Mart, it was a small town. We had two high schools, fierce competitors, and we were allowed to make displays in the glass cases back then. It was my favorite activity. School colors draped under the available items and even a few petals, pompoms, etc was such fun to create. Sizing was important so the ring would last a while, but there were always the huge adhesive taped ones their girlfriends wore. There were few girls who bought a class ring. I bought my own in 1963, with an “emerald” stone and gold band since those were the school colors. I still have it.🐝
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Most people my age have had a few, not just one defining moment in their life, but here’s a great one!
It was my third child coming. We already had two beautiful sons. My parents were visiting to help out. All night I was in labor, morning came–my mom took one look and said “you’re having a baby today”. I called the doctor, he advised staying home. He was golfing. By afternoon I was crossing my legs, actual advice from the OB nurse saying my doctor wasn’t at the hospital. Finally, with my husband running behind the gurney, made it to the room where our daughter was born. I write about her and her family here, often. She’s my lifeline.
Oh, hi there! Good to see you, better to eat you, but that’s my lot in life now…being observed by every tasty bit of human you can imagine. I especially savor (drooling but you can’t tell) the little chubby ones that are perched on the human’s back in a harness, already caught.
Why do they continue to tempt me, weaving to and fro by my vision, even tapping annoyingly on the glass. Little do they know I am strong, could break through.
It’s not a bad life really, no hunting required, fresh food every day, clean unpolluted water, why complain?
🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈
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Of course I place Maude first because she is showing herself to be the more feminine and fertile of the two pits. Yes, my lovely avocado plants to be:
Maude
Mickey
In Mickey’s defense he was started a week later, but being the larger of the two, must be of the male persuasion. I do have some fertilization granules I plan on adding to Mickey’s environment to boost his “agility” if he doesn’t show some movement in the next few days.
Maude on the other hand seems to be producing an heir of some sort. She reminds me of the creature in the “Alien” movie, the way she’s going about it. But however she chooses to procreate, I’m happy she’s not just lounging in the “tub” like Mickey.
I’m sure you are riveted by this post, so I’ll make sure to update you all on any progress made.
Today is Senior Day for my grandson, the helper, the great guy, you know the one. Between JV soccer and his game, the senior players are called out on the field with their loved ones, and the announcer says a short blurb about each one and their plans after graduating.
This is the type of Time Binging I enjoy most. Watching my kids and their kids, working, playing, and just the feeling it gives me…
June 1, 1892
“Taking that first step, how can I? Do I dare enter the unknown? Will it be scary, dangerous, exciting, rewarding? Will I be loved?”
These are the thoughts of young James Kennedy as he envisions himself venturing into a new world. He has dreamed of this moment, even had nightmares about it, stepping into the unknown void.
The space he sees before him looks inviting enough, a swirl of color and starlight beckoning him to enter. One step forward is all that’s needed, just one step. James lifts his right foot and is suddenly pulled into the vortex. Swimming around him, all he sees and feels are colors. Swirling, encompassing his body, James feels no pressure from the vividness, only a floating sensation. He feels pain no longer, only a pleasant relief and sense of peace.
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June 2, 1892
The newspaper obituary read: James Murphy Kennedy, aged eighteen, succumbed to an unknown disease after a long time suffering. He is survived by his parents, James Smith Kennedy, and his wife Margaret Murphy Kennedy. The priest at his bedside remarked James was smiling before his death.
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Imagining a train ride in New England
Country side flowing
Fleeting glimpse of red and white
Green shown forever
My most favorite liquid love is water. The earth is about 71% water and almost everything on earth cannot survive without it. We nourish ourselves drinking it, bathing in it and without it, we would curl up and die. Men are made up of about 65% and women, about 55% water. I drink a lot of water, never go a day without it.
They could smell the stench a mile away, all the trash, rotting in the stream. It even had steps down to the wretched water for anyone’s convenience when dropping off a few unnecessary items.That’s why they chose it. It was unmonitored, perfect for the disposal.
Harry and Moe had to dispose of it quickly. Dead cats deteriorate fast and they wanted to maintain their innocence. They had already cleaned the tires, washed the leftover bits off the sidewalk into the gutter, and repaired the bike. They found out cats can do quite a bit of damage. Neither boy liked cats.
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