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:-4 Welcome February!

along-for-the-ride;1419467 wrote:


The song pairs beautifully with those photo sets! That was a treat! :-4:-6

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For today:

Dear Abby: Valentine's Day is approaching, and I wanted to write concerning those of us who are single by choice, by circumstance, because of the death of a spouse or divorce.



This holiday was set aside to celebrate love and lovers, but it can be a lonely time for people who find themselves without a significant other. Valentine's Day is so commercialized that one is bombarded by ads for gifts, candy, etc., from every angle, which only enforces one's aloneness. The message is subtly sent — but received loud and clear — that an individual without a partner is worthless.



I would like to urge your readers this year to include those who are alone through divorce or widowhood in their celebration of this day. Make it a day on which they too can feel special, loved, and a part of things rather than isolated, forgotten and alone.



And don't stop there. All holidays can be lonely for those who have lost loved ones. Include these people in your holiday plans. You will be blessed by sharing, and they will be uplifted to know someone cares.



Solo in Texas

Dear Solo: Thank you for your letter. Readers, if you're feeling down because you don't have a special valentine, the surest cure for the blues is to do something for someone else. Call someone who's alone to say, "I'm thinking about you."



If you know someone who's in a nursing home, take some flowers. Donate some blood. Listen to your teenager. Tell your parents you think they're great. Forgive an enemy. Send a donation to a food program that benefits the needy.



And if you love someone, tell him or her NOW; please don't wait until next Valentine's Day to be a sweetheart again.

Just because it's raining here this evening and I thought of this song:

My Valentine to You

’Really primitive stuff’: Safely ashore, cruise passengers tell of hoarding, filth and fright - Travel on NBCNews.com

Today..some photos

World Press Photo award winners | Photo Gallery - Yahoo! News

Today:

Dear Abby: Help! My husband won’t wear clothes. When our children were young, he walked around naked because he wanted to make sure they didn’t have the same hang-ups about nudity that he grew up with. (His father was ultra-conservative and uptight.)

My husband began wearing clothes again when the kids got older, but now they have all moved out and he has quit. He sits naked in his recliner to watch TV. The recliner is right next to the front door, and there’s only the storm door between him and the world. Abby, he literally strips all his clothes off to do the dishes!

We live in a neighborhood. It’s not like we’re out in the country. If I say anything to him, he says I can go into a different room if I don’t like it. Is this normal? — Nudie’s Wife in Florida

It appears to be normal for your husband. Some — not all — families are very relaxed about nudity. As long as your living room isn’t visible to the neighbors and you don’t have drop-in visitors, your husband is harming no one. If you don’t want to look at him, take him up on his suggestion.

P.S. I hope you thank him for doing the dishes. Not all husbands are so helpful.

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Today...sad news.

Country star Mindy McCready dead at 37 of apparent suicide - CNN.com





http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=791397

Wow!

Texas woman has two sets of identical twins in one day - TODAY Health

Are you a T-shirt wearer?

3-D T-shirts from The Mountain: photo gallery

Which is your favorite?

Some of these do make sense...............:wah:

Japanese inventions that seem crazy

Funny how a memory pops up in your dream. I woke up this morning with these three words, "bim bom bay" in my head. I remember it was part of the lyrics of an old pop song from my childhood. I don't remember what I was dreaming about though.

Here's a version of it:

Rainy Nights



I like the town on rainy nights

When everything is wet -

When all the town has magic lights

And streets of shining jet!



When all the rain about the town

Is like a looking-glass,

And all the lights are upside-down

Below me as I pass.



In all the pools are velvet skies,

And down the dazzling street

A fairy city gleams and lies

In beauty at my feet.

Irene Thompson

Good riddance, PT Cruiser car rentals - Yahoo! Autos



oh......I'm still enjoying mine.

Winter Rain

I wearied of the stormy hours,

And shaped my song to murmuring words;

I longed to hear the song of birds

And watch the bloom of woodland flowers.

O waiting heart, no more complain;

The shadows fly, the morning breaks;

And, with a touch of light, God makes

A glory of the winter rain!

Where icy splendors flash and gleam

In forest depths, alone I stand:

I seem to dwell in fairy-land,

And, wondering, gaze as in a dream.

Here is the ruby's sunset dye,

The opal's blush, the diamond's flame;

And jewels rare of every name,

Thick as the stars in midnight sky.

No kingly crown is half so fair

As that which decks the pine-tree's crest;

No gems e'er shone on Beauty's breast

Like those the oak and maple wear.

The common path — in childhood known —

Transfigured now before me lies, —

A way that leads to Paradise;

An aisle with shattered rainbows strown!



Albert Laighton

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face

by Jack Prelutsky

Be glad your nose is on your face,

not pasted on some other place,

for if it were where it is not,

you might dislike your nose a lot.



Imagine if your precious nose

were sandwiched in between your toes,

that clearly would not be a treat,

for you'd be forced to smell your feet.



Your nose would be a source of dread

were it attached atop your head,

it soon would drive you to despair,

forever tickled by your hair.



Within your ear, your nose would be

an absolute catastrophe,

for when you were obliged to sneeze,

your brain would rattle from the breeze.



Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,

remains between your eyes and chin,

not pasted on some other place--

be glad your nose is on your face!

Happiness

by Raymond Carver

So early it's still almost dark out.

I'm near the window with coffee,

and the usual early morning stuff

that passes for thought.



When I see the boy and his friend

walking up the road

to deliver the newspaper.



They wear caps and sweaters,

and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.

They are so happy

they aren't saying anything, these boys.



I think if they could, they would take

each other's arm.

It's early in the morning,

and they are doing this thing together.



They come on, slowly.

The sky is taking on light,

though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute

death and ambition, even love,

doesn't enter into this.



Happiness. It comes on

unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,

any early morning talk about it.

Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Only until this cigarette is ended,

A little moment at the end of all,

While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,

And in the firelight to a lance extended,

Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,

The broken shadow dances on the wall,

I will permit my memory to recall

The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.

And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done.

Yours is a face of which I can forget

The color and the features, every one,

The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;

But in your day this moment is the sun

Upon a hill, after the sun has set.



About the poet: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/160

PS...Almost sound like lyrics to a Taylor Swift song.

Today....let's go West

Greatest photos of the American West - CNN.com

Something a bit different today................cars that look like toys

Ed 'Big Daddy' Roth's real-life cartoon cars - Orbitron (1) - CNNMoney

Just thoughts I have had concerning my job.

Office Etiquette in the Workplace | Chron.com

The Small Business Office Etiquette Problems

Office Etiquette: Getting Along with Your Coworkers

Business Office Etiquette | Chron.com

Some of these issues exist in the small personnel office where I work. My boss is aware of these issues, but lets the negative behavior slide. Don't get me wrong....we do have a more casual atmosphere I like and occasional humor is appreciated. and enjoyed by myself as well as any other. But many times the comments are not funny, they are rude or just plain silly. I do not laugh; I ignore. Nicknames are used by other co-workers among themselves that are just childish. There are co-workers who text or make personal phone calls frequently and talk like they are home.....loudly. Friends come sit by their desks and they just chat away. You can't help but hear most everything...we work in a small office. Until these issues are addressed by the boss, they will continue. I still like my job and will continue to do my job as best as I can. I am friendly, courteous and helpful to my co-workers because I choose to be. I have also chosen to distance myself from the negative behavior and it looks like I'm in the minority. And there's the difficulty for myself I guess. I will not stoop to their level.

Now, AFTR gets off her soapbox.

Life is a Beach......

17 beaches we'd like to be lounging on - CNN.com

Your threads are amazing & you are fascinating!

The Perfect Friend

by Shannen Wrass

Today I found a friend

who knew everything I felt

she knew my weakness

and the problems I've been dealt.

She understood my wonders

and listened to my dreams,

she listened to how I felt about life and love

and knew what it all means.

Not once did she interrupt me

or tell me I was wrong

she understood what I was going through

and promised she'd stay long.

I reached out to this friend,

to show her that I care

to pull her close and let her know

how much I need her there.

I went to hold her hand

to pull her a bit nearer

and I realized this perfect friend I found

was nothing but a mirror.

March



In March the wind blows down the door



and spills my soup upon the floor



It laps it up and roars for more!



Blowing once, blowing twice



blowing chicken soup with rice.



written by Maurice Sendak

The Weekly Flickr celebrates Women’s History Month « Flickr Blog

Just two cool Americans. :-4

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I watched several episodes yesterday at Hulu. Very interesting. The theme below is haunting and beautiful:

What's A Burnout Tee?





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These trendy burnout shirts are a great alternative to traditional t-shirts. Printed all over (edge to edge print.) Front, back, sleeves, everything! Burnout tees are soft and comfortable 65% Poly/ 35% Cotton material. Each shirt is uniquely printed, so no one shirt is exactly alike. Small wrinkles near the shoulders, armpit, or seams may be formed during the printing process. This adds to the vintage look and uniqueness of the item. Get the vintage worn-in feel in a new edgy women's tee.

Sizes run small. For a looser fit order 1 size larger.

Do you own one? I have two...they are different from regular T-shirts.

From around the world...

Photos: Weather around the world - CNN.com

Today, let's celebrate:

An Irish chef's picks for St. Paddy's fun - CNN.com

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this day in history On March 17







1756 St. Patrick's Day is celebrated for the first time in New York City at the Crown and Thistle Tavern.

Your time has come, now hasten little snowflakes,

To vanish quite away;

The spring-tide hours are sounding gentle warnings

Forbidding you to stay.

~ M. E. Hathaway

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A Blessing

by James Wright



Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies

Darken with kindness.

They have come gladly out of the willows

To welcome my friend and me.

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture

Where they have been grazing all day, alone.

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness

That we have come.

They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.

There is no loneliness like theirs.

At home once more,

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,

For she has walked over to me

And nuzzled my left hand.

She is black and white,

Her mane falls wild on her forehead,

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear

That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.

Suddenly I realize

That if I stepped out of my body I would break

Into blossom.

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America's coolest small towns, 2013 - Yahoo! Travel

The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring by Carl Sandburg

(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now.

The silvers chase purple.

The purples tag silver.

They let out their runners

Here where summer says to the lilies:

“Wish and be wistful,

Circle this wind-hunted, wind-sung water.

Come along always, come along now.

You for me, kiss me, pull me by the ear.

Push me along with the wind push.

Sing like the whinnying wind.

Sing like the hustling obstreperous wind.

Have you ever seen deeper purple ¦

this in my wild wind fingers?

Could you have more fun with a pony or a goat?

Have you seen such flicking heels before,

Silver jig heels on the purple sky rim?

Come along always, come along now.

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