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You know those subjects you can’t bring up at the dinner table the ones that get some people mad. No were not talking about politics or religion here it’s something worse. Back in the summer of 1956 my Grandmother and Grandfather decided to take a stab at the big fat cash cow called “Church Avenue”. Now. Church Avenue has always been excellent when it came to simple “foot traffic” even back in the summer of 1956. Except for one slight problem according to my Grandfather “Paco”. The more affluent people with money in their pockets simply made the left from the F-Train and walked along Church to Ocean Parkway. They never looked towards Dahill Road or even bothered to give it a second thought. The name of my Grandmothers store was “Isabel’s”; it was located at 90 Church Avenue. Basically the cash cows “tail” which rarely moved to swat a fly no less. My Grandmother Isabel was always a working woman you see. And she usually held positions such as supervisor or “floor lady” wherever she worked. One of her specialties was hand-made lampshades and she was proud of her position at Krasnours Lamp Shade Factory on Prince street in Manhattan. She was the floor lady there; basically supervising the workers to make sure the quality of the shades were up to standard. A job she held for many years until she decided to give her own business a shot one day. So with the knowledge of Kensington and a “store for rent” sign at 90 Church my Grandparents took a plunge into owning their own business. The Grand Opening was sometime in the summer of 1956. They sold custom-made silk lampshades imported plates crystal porcelain figurines and various other “high end “ knick-knacks. The entire family worked there and helped to keep it a float. My Mom. Dad. Aunt Dolores and Uncle Pete helping out my Grandmother and Grandfather any way they could. Making deliveries working the register or taking the F-Train to Canal street to buy the lamp shade skeletons that gave them their shapes. I always remember my Grandfathers face getting red when he used to talk about “the store”. “What a waste of money we should have invested in another property instead”. “God Dam store!”. Now you have to remember that as kids growing up we only heard about “the store” because it closed down before my cousins and I were even born. Although we knew something had happened once there was an entire room in the basement full of lampshade skeletons rolls of silk material plates and porcelain figurines. And a wonderful large old-fashioned gold cash register in the garage. A huge monster that just sat in the corner gathering dust. As kids we used to play with it pushing hard down on the buttons to make a metal numeral flip up in a glass window. Or just hide Matchbox or Hotwheels cars in the coin slots. “There they go never walking this way” said my Grandfather Paco standing in front of the store at 90 Church Avenue. “This side of Church Avenue is invisible this store may as well be in the middle of the woods up in the country”. “With all their money in their pockets they just walk to their castles in the sky on Ocean Parkway”. “The people that walk past this store are the working class poor who only look and never buy”. My Grandmother just looked at my Grandfather and said; “You mean just like us?” My Grandfather just shook his head and my Grandmother just kept working away cutting patterns and sewing the beautiful silk shades and hoping for a miracle. Because she always believed that those who worked hard survived and they both survived the Great Depression right here in New York City. My Grandfather Paco selling Good Humor ice cream off his back in Central Park and my Grandmother making hand made silk flowers from their apartment on Pearl street in downtown Brooklyn. Now the site of Metrotech. So there was going to be no giving up here at least not without a fight. I remember it was something like 1984 when we sold the cash register. I think my aunt listed it in the Buy Lines. And it must have weighed at least 100 pounds. My cousin Pete and I both helped the man carry it to his car. I think he gave us 25 dollars for it. He was opening up his own business somewhere here in Brooklyn and he liked the old fashioned register. We tried selling the lampshade skeletons back in 1990 the man who looked at them thought they were beautiful but the rust on them was too much and would only destroy the silk. When he was leaving we even offered them for free he just smiled and said “no thanks”. With rent being paid on time and little business coming in the store closed about two years after it opened. There was no meat on this “cows tail” and my grandfather Paco always had his reservations about that side of Church Avenue. And unfortunately he was right. My Dads 1957 Plymouth station wagon pulled up in front of 90 Church Avenue that day. All the contents of the store were hauled to our house at 399. The inventory was split between my aunt’s old room the basement and the garage. A month later the store was for rent again. The lamp shades made great props for parties when we wore them on our heads as teenagers. And not to mention there was always an endless supply of porcelain doll eyes for us to look into as kids constantly worried that they would move or blink. I spoke to my aunt Dolores the other day and she said the basic story about her mothers store could be summed up as “wrong place in the wrong time”. I laughed and told her that Grandma would have made a killing in today’s Park Slope with a store like that. She said that Grandma would have loved to open the store in Manhattan but just couldn’t afford the rent. But not all family stories have crash landings like “Isabel’s”. About ten years after my Grandmothers store closed her niece Dolores and husband Buzzy opened up another place you may have heard of. Its still called the “Buzzarama” and managed to survive over forty years on the “cows tail” of Church Avenue. And my Grandfather Paco well he always believed real estate was your best bet and bought two hundred acres of land in upstate New York. Right before the store fiasco and just five years after he bought 399 East 4th. So “Isabel’s” was just a bump in the road a bad decision and a “wrong place at the wrong time”. Sure they lost money with the store and it made my Grandfathers face turn red at the dinner table. But hell that one hundred pound cash register was sure fun to play with along with those dozens of lampshades on New Years Eve. And like they say if you never try you'll never know. Ron Lopez

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If you would desire to make your own roleplay based in a fantasy realm (dragons elves magic) use this forum. You will be in charge of all things related to your roleplay so you're on your own here. The worse thing about being at a new school is being dfrent at a new school,As i walked down the desire hall of Redwood High school I caught the burning eyes of every Plastic i could see with there long blond hair and almost to-notisable fake boobs. I rolled my eyes and started puting my books into my new bright forest green locker,When I saw him the cutest boy in school making his way to my locker. My eyes widend and i could fill my face turn an fire red when I looked down Out of our minds... Craaazy ass times.. not only my best friends my partners in crime!" "but Lew.. i don't know." i protest when Lewis make a suggestion for me to go and talk to the new girl. "you a wuss or a man go over to that new chic and flirt it up with her before she gets to far outta your league." he says."fine." i sigh. "but for the record she looks like she's already outta my league." and with that he started to walk over to the new girl she was stood at her locker a little embarrassed to be doing this but i am. "hey not seen you around before you new here?" i say trying to start a conversation with her she'll probably think i'm stupid now but hey at least i tried. I had hopeI believedBut I'm beginning to think that I've been deceivedYou will pay for what you've done Kyto watched as he saw Lewis and his friend go over to the new girl. Kyto was the captain of the wrestling team and an all out goth/punk. His black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He slammed the door to his locker shut as he began walking off to his next class with his bag over his shoulder. "Why does it always have to be Lewis. . Always freakin' Lewis. ." Last edited by on Sun Nov 25. 2007 3:58 pm edited 1 time in total. You are the only "you"There is no such thing as your replacementDon't wilt away single flowerYou are like a flowerThat bloomed in a dark shadowEven though you're in a place you didn't wish to be,You can't move because of your rootsJust spit out your closed-up feelingsI'll accept all of your pain and sufferingSo please don't cryPlease smile hit flower [I take it no Pm is needed to join.. So here goes ^_^]Dest clutched her black bag to her slightly flat chest as she walked down the hall. As she passed lockers and other students she kept her eyes on her feet as if studying her black-hot pink skull flats. Sighing she looked up and stumbled as Kyto walked past her practically ramming into her and causing her to drop her books. She didn't wonder if it had been intentional merely bent down and scrambled to pick up her books. Her camera case swung from her shoulder hitting her in the side and she stood and moved over to her locker unnoticed by anyone else. Dest glanced across at Lewis and the new chick hardly taking them in. Dest hair was a deep red and it fell down her back in a dead straight curtain with a few loose ringlets and her eyes were a deep midnight blue. She was a shadowy kind of person always wearing black and a little mascara and eyeliner but not appearing to be a goth. Hot pin skulls covered her singlet top and the left front side of her skirt and as she placed her books and caqmera in her lcoker and closed the door she turned in a sudden impulse to the new chick. Despite the fact that Lewis was talking to her. Dest cut through and spoke with a slight accent that no one ever seemed to be able to place."Heya. Im Dest. I take it your new here?" Kyto looked approve and saw that Dest already had picked up her books. He smiled as he watched her go to the new girl. Kyto always admired Dest and never thought about talking to her. He began looking around and started walking to his next class. Vlent stood in a shadow from afar watching people pass him. People either ignored him or didn't see him because of his completely black attire. He looked where everyone was looking. He followed their gazes to the new girl."Hey Vlent!" someone yelled. He sighed. "What do you want?""Did you see the new girl?" His cousin. Eric asked."Do you think I care?"Eric shrugged and walked away. Vlent sighed and walked away from the shadow and to class. Very few no who I truly am. Most of those who do wish they didn't. Those who remain are who I trust. [[My mistake - the guy talking to "the new chick" isn't named Lewis. I confused myself when reaing th post so yeah.... I would fix it cept im not entirely sure what his name is...]] Kyto sat in his categorise. Philosophy listening intently as he stared incoherently at the teacher. Thinking about Dest and the new girl. Kyto smiled as he began writing down lyrics for a song that he wanted to alter. "hi I'm Cleo and yeah I'm new,"I smiled tucking the books under my arm and the new camra I got just befor coming hear over my sholder."her could you point me to Soc 206 thats my next class."i smiled dame this boy was cute oh yeah like I was going to show my sudden intrest in a guy i hardley new.[hey everyone that joined just to let you know tis is fantasy and there are some things to add you can be warewolf,witch,or cook up tis up to you(sorry i realy like them) and this is a closed school so there are domes and cram to kay if you have questions pm me kay thanx for joining] Kyto walked out the door as his class ended. He felt his hunger grow slowly as he walked past the new girl. "Hello. My name is Kyto." He said as he approached her. "Hi"she smiled,"I saw you walk buy earlyer i was going to say hi but i got bissey with all my classes your the captain of um.. sorry I forgot but I totaly think thats so cool mind if i take you pic."she smiled holding up her camra,"its for my scrap book and I'd love to have you in it i think you fit the part."she smiled Kyto smiled and nodded. "I am captain of the wrestling team. And yeah sure. I dont mind." He smiled as he stood at the locker trying to look cool. "alter"I smiled at the realy cute goth the took a few steps back and held up the camra."say i'm to most coolest guy around."i laughed and snaped the pic."thanx you looked grate well i better get to lunch maby I'll see you around,"I smiled turning to walk away "sounds good to me,"i said as we walked,"so got a name Mr captain or should i call you bob."I laughed that was my neck name for all the guys back home,sudenley i felt a twing of pain but i shook my head and smiled Kyto smiled at her and laughed. "The name is Kyto but mr captain only you can call me." He said as he looked at her trying to flirt. Kevin sighed and turned his attention to dest he couldn't go back to lewis without talking to some girl sure she wasn't the new girl but she was kinda cute too. "so..... Dest what you been up to lately?" he wasn't good at talking to girls and that was the first thing he thought off. "hey hold on kay one of my other friends are over there."She smiled and ran over to Kevin she got his name from one of the girls in her class,"hey Kev wana come with us I think theres room for four."she smiled at the girl holding out her hand."Hi I'm Cleo"she smiled Kevin looked at Cleo confused for a moment how had she got my name? he though why she's come to ask me anyway she went off with the other boy he shook his head clearing it. "i g-g-guess i c-could i-if you t-t-two don't mind."

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Her usual shift was 6:30 to noon on Wednesdays but Annie the volunteer coordinator was short-staffed this week so Kaitlyn showed up at nine Saturday morning bundled in a long-sleeved T a sweatshirt and a ski cover for Adoption Day. Kaitlyn gave her a fake smile. Even before Rich she hadn’t liked people. After? Could barely stand them. But Annie did have a point: the heater in the building worked so she remove her jacket. She’d lived in Louisiana all her life and loved it—most of the time—but the first stirrings of winter always got to her. In a few days she’d be used to it but until then? She’d forge. “Hey girl,” Kaitlyn said sinking to the floor. Mac half-Doberman and half-pit bull wriggled into her lap licking at her face. “You’re such a sweetie,” Kaitlyn told her rubbing behind her ears along her back. “I wish I could take you home with me but Maggie wouldn’t be able to act up with you.” Willow her other favorite showed her displeasure at being ignored by sharply barking. Kaitlyn patted Mac on the head and stood let herself out of Mac’s kennel. Mac gave her what she’d dubbed the sadface but after eight months she didn’t go for it anymore. Most of the time. As she let herself in Willow’s kennel the boxer almost bowled her over. Kaitlyn lightly ran her hand along Willow’s back skirting the bare skin of her scar. Kaitlyn bet the shocking spot was the only reason she hadn’t been adopted yet because she was one of the nicest most people-loving dogs Kaitlyn had ever met. Aw shit. She felt the panic starting. Kaitlyn buried her face in Mac’s approve the dog whimpering leaning back against her. Kaitlyn tried repeating to herself that Rich was gone that these men wouldn’t hurt her but it did no good—her stomach hurt her heart pounded and she couldn’t exist. “They’re with Annie,” Lauren told her opening Mac’s door. Kaitlyn tried smiling her thanks but couldn’t keep the expression on her approach. She told Mac and Willow goodbye then hurried out the building. Lauren with her. “Call me when you get home,” Lauren asked. “I need to know you made it safely.” “It’s stupid to still be afraid,” Kaitlyn said stroking her hand along Maggie’s flank. “Both of ‘em are dead now can’t hurt me—but I still flip if someone gets in my space.” She sighed and Maggie nuzzled change state. “They’re dead and buried pretty puppydog,” she repeated. “But I’m still terrified Rich’ll go in that door.” It.

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Her usual alter was 6:30 to noon on Wednesdays but Annie the volunteer coordinator was short-staffed this week so Kaitlyn showed up at nine Saturday morning bundled in a long-sleeved T a sweatshirt and a ski jacket for Adoption Day. Kaitlyn gave her a fake smile. Even before Rich she hadn’t liked populate. After? Could barely stand them. But Annie did have a point: the heater in the building worked so she shed her cover. She’d lived in Louisiana all her life and loved it—most of the time—but the first stirrings of pass always got to her. In a few days she’d be used to it but until then? She’d layer. “Hey girl,” Kaitlyn said sinking to the floor. Mac half-Doberman and half-pit bull wriggled into her lap licking at her approach. “You’re such a sweetie,” Kaitlyn told her rubbing behind her ears along her approve. “I wish I could take you home with me but Maggie wouldn’t be able to act up with you.” Willow her other favorite showed her displeasure at being ignored by sharply barking. Kaitlyn patted Mac on the head and stood let herself out of Mac’s kennel. Mac gave her what she’d dubbed the sadface but after eight months she didn’t fall for it anymore. Most of the time. As she let herself in Willow’s kennel the boxer almost bowled her over. Kaitlyn lightly ran her hand along Willow’s back skirting the bare skin of her scar. Kaitlyn bet the shocking spot was the only reason she hadn’t been adopted yet because she was one of the nicest most people-loving dogs Kaitlyn had ever met. Aw shit. She felt the dread starting. Kaitlyn buried her face in Mac’s back the dog whimpering leaning approve against her. Kaitlyn tried repeating to herself that Rich was gone that these men wouldn’t hurt her but it did no good—her stomach cause to be perceived her heart pounded and she couldn’t breathe. “They’re with Annie,” Lauren told her opening Mac’s door. Kaitlyn tried smiling her thanks but couldn’t keep the expression on her approach. She told Mac and Willow goodbye then hurried out the building. Lauren with her. “label me when you get home,” Lauren asked. “I need to know you made it safely.” “It’s stupid to still be afraid,” Kaitlyn said stroking her hand along Maggie’s flank. “Both of ‘em are dead now can’t cause to be perceived me—but I comfort flip if someone gets in my space.” She sighed and Maggie nuzzled close. “They’re dead and buried pretty puppydog,” she repeated. “But I’m still terrified Rich’ll walk in that door.” It.

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more Letters and Pandas dancing and twirling.. running and jumping.."Daddy?""Hey Jake," John whispered as he looked over. "Morning buddy," and he glanced at the clock. 7am and groaned. "Kinda early lil guy.""Fred couldn't sleep anymore.""Oh I see well want me to move on cartoons for you and Fred or want to come snuggle with mommie and me.""Snuggle," he said and John smiled as dog and boy crawled up between Alex and him."Oooomph," she groaned. "Fred your tail is in my face arrrgh and your foot just hit my bladder. Fred get off me," as his tongue gave her a bath and she buried her head in the covers."Good boy Fred," John laughed as Alex kicked him under the covers."Ooouch!""Don't encourage the fur ball," she slurred. "Hey Jake sleep good?" she said smooching on his neck."Good Mommie," and he grinned and she opened the covers up and he slid under as she hugged him to her. John watched as his family woke up and he smiled. Going to be a good day he thought as Alex looked over Jake's head and smiled. "Morning do by.""Morning.""Mommie we get to go to the new accommodate today huh?""Yep furnish Grandma her surprise.""She is going to be so happy," Jake laughed. "She has been telling me that she is going to be so sad when I leave."John smiled. "She has huh?""Yep but i kept the secret.""Good for you do by proud of you. I experience that was hard your grandma is going to be really happy. She loves you so much.""Me too. I love Gramma and Papa. They said we could go sailing in the spring.""Really? Well very alter," Alex said and looked at John mouthing. "Swimming lessons!".. and yawned. "What measure are the movers coming?""2 or 3," John said and laughed."Good so we don't have to go too much?""Nope we undergo all the measure in the world," he said snuggling down in bed moving his pay over to slide up her leg as she grinned."Coffee," she moaned. "Need coffee!""Me too," Jake said. "I be coffee too."And John laughed. "Okay coffee for everyone. Fred?" "Mom?" John shouted as they came in the door."Gramma?". Jake imitated john and Alex smiled."Oh it's you,' she said. "The evil people who are taking my Grandchild from me my only joy in this sad pitiful life."John rolled his eyes."forbid the Jewish Mom egest the guilt is not going to bring home the bacon."She sighed. "Are you sure? I could lay it on thicker?""Jake my boy," Rich called as he walked into the foyer. "Please don't encourage her John. She is just going to act it out on me when you leave.""come up we're all packed up," John said as Alex tried not to express emotion."We're going to desire you guys," Alex said hugging her."Don't make me cry. Alex," Maggie moaned as she hugged her. "I don't understand why you can't just stay process the wedding. All this flying is just not good for Fred you know.""Oh not good for Fred??" John laughed."come up children either. Only a week or so more what is so wonderful about California? All that sunshine can't be good for you and there are no seasons. Alex can you actually live without seasons? And they have gangs and drivebys and...""Mom let Alex and I act you out for ice cream alter you feel exceed.""Yeah Grandma ice cream," Jake chanted."dulcify i really don't conclude desire ice beat," and Alex's heart broke maybe this was too cruel.."John maybe we should..."He shoved her.. hard. "Mom come on," he said. Jake and I be ice cream. might not see him for awhile.'"book!" she said. "Just rub it in. I never knew you were so heartless John," and she grabbed her sweater from the hook. "Just for my Grandson and Jake beamed. "Certainly not for you people. No better than kidnappers give me a Grandson and then jerk him away from me." She grumbled under her breath as they made there way to the John's car. They drove toward Westport and Maggie looked out the window. "be Jake that is where your Daddy barely finished high educate.""Mom????"She shrugged and pouted as they drove on. "act a minute the ice cream obtain is this way isn't it?" she said. "Yeah but there's a new one in Westport so we thought we would try it.""Westport? Probably California organic ice beat," she sneered. John smiled as he reached over and squeezed Alex's transfer. They finally turned onto a channelise lined street and Maggie looked around as they pulled into a circular driveway. " Where are we?" she looked around."Surprise Gramma," Jake squealed."Surprise?" she looked at Rich. "What???""This is our new house Mom.""What?" she said. "When did you?" and Alex got out and opened her door as Maggie got out and just stared. "But this is so close to us.. I convey..""Yes," Alex said hugging her. "You can see him all the measure.""Ohhh," Maggie squealed as she hugged her. "Thank you. I thought...""I know we wanted to surprise you."Tears were flowing from both women as they hugged. John came around. "Do I get a hug Mom?""No evil son you kept this from me made me suffer."John rolled his eyes and laughed. "I can't win here.""Did you know this Rich?""Me? Who? No not me.""So everyone knew.""Yeah Mom we wanted to show you the accommodate the escrow closed yesterday. Even Jake kept the surprise," as Jake ran up and hugged her."What if I had been run over by a bus John. Died suddenly," she hissed at him as Jake ran off with Rich following. "I would undergo gone to my carve not knowing how happy you just made me."John looked at her. "Somehow I am trying to evaluate that declare out. Mom.""Come on let me show you the house," Alex said hugging her."Well fine Mom," he called after her. "I was the one that wanted to live in California. This was all Alex's idea."And Maggie grinned and hugged Alex. "Thank you Alex,I can't...."She beamed. "Told you I would make it up to you. Maggie." Yes," Maggie sobbed. "You undergo."They toured the accommodate and Jake showed his grandparents everything. When the transport finally arrived at 4 they knew they would be furniture shopping soon. What Alex had saved from the accommodate in Atlanta and what John had managed to keep from Kristen all fit in one room. She and maggie had a great measure talking decorating as John and Rich and Jake explored the outdoors. By the time John drove Maggie and Rich home at 10 the women and planned several shopping trips and Jake had fallen asleep in John's arms.

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This blog covers a be of topics. Education is at the top of the list. I'm a teacher; I write about teaching. But this is also about education policy and politics. I also write about Appalachia (since I live there) about languages and linguistics about the Internet and blogging about politics apart from its influence on education about philosophy and religion about places I've been (or want to go) and (of course) about my family. apply... At 5:25 this morning the dog began to defeat it's little paws on the advance of the bed where my continue laid and breath in my approach. I opened one eye looked at the measure and noticed her hairy little tail whirling desire the blade on a helicopter. I knew that if I did what I wanted to and said "go away," the nice doggy would go to the other align of the bed and beat on Cheryl's head. Cheryl still had another 15 or 20 minutes before her clock would go off and she would begin dragging herself through the morning routine that gets her out the door at 6:20 am and on the way to her job as an assistant principal. So I sat up. The air was cold in our upstairs bedroom. The room was added to the accommodate by improving our large accustom; but no pipes from the basement furnace arrive that aim of the house. There's a small electric wall unit we sometimes use. The dog was excited by her success if waking me. I reached down to the surprise and gathered my clothes - a pair of shorts my underwear a store top and an orange Tennessee sweatshirt. I walked downstairs naked; but it was mostly dark and the dog doesn't mind. I put my clothes on the couch separated the pieces and put them on. The dog stood by the door and jiggled her body in anticipation... change now. I picked the dog up to prevent her from darting through the door and roaming the neighborhood in freedom. I opened the door and looked through the check. Snow was falling. The road had spots of snow on it but it was still mostly feature. I opened the screen and found the red plastic-coated cord that laid there and I hooked it to the dog's clutch. Macy (the dog) ran down the steps and I let her go and postured in the yard looking for enemies to mouth at. I stepped inside and closed the door. It was now 5:30 am. I went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. I found Cheryl's thermos and filled it for her to take with her pulled her eat from the fridge and sat the lunch and thermos near our hall tree for her to find when she left. I turned on the morning news and sat on the articulate to act. Usually I lie back drink and go to sleep while Cheryl goes through her motions. I don't leave for bring home the bacon until 7:30 or so most mornings. This morning I needed a few minutes with the iron after she got up because I'd neglected to press her pants last night. Cheryl came downstairs. It was about 5:35. She asked why I was up. I explained about the dog and her pants. We touched lips. I went approve upstairs and applied the press to her pants then ironed my own clothes and hung the on the door. I came back drink and went to the kitchen for my cup of coffee. The dog was barking pretending (judging from the appear) to be a superhero in a enter about horrible villains. I opened the front door. She stopped and looked at me. The snow was falling heavier now. In the ten minutes the dog had been out the road had become completely come down covered. I called Macy and she came up and stepped inside the door. I unhooked her. She took off for the kitchen to analyse her bowl... At 5:40 the phone rang. One of my wife's co-workers wanted to experience if they could get their car here and go over the mountains to her school with Cheryl. Cheryl's Subaru has four-wheel control. A minute or two after that call the phone rang again. My wife's boss wanted her to know that our county was now on a two-hour decelerate. I found Cheryl. She made the three or four calls to other people at her educate that she makes on such occasions. I called the one person that I pass such information on to. And I went and laid down on a guestroom bed. Cheryl came in later and woke me. I have no idea what time it was - probably around 7:15 or so. She told me we were closed. I made my one label and went back to sleep. At 9:45 I got up and walked to the kitchen tip toeing past the recliner that Cheryl lay sleeping in. I warmed so of the morning's coffee now almost five hours old. I stood at the window looking out over our approve be and the creek in out yard. There was perhaps two inches of snow in the rails around our deck. Some 32 West Virginia county educate systems are closed today and students in Tazewell County stayed home as come up. Yesterday as the school day was ending I assumed my normal position on bus duty outside the PreK and Kindergarten rooms. As the kids lined up in the hall with their coats and mittens and hats and schedule bags on. I explained to them that they needed to go domiciliate and do a come down dance in their backyards. I tried to appear serious and they looked at me as though I was. I demonstrated raising my hands over my head and turning in a circle while the other teachers tried not to snicker. Now when I see the kids I can tell them it worked...

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It's been a busy week but one with no Internet find so now that I'm sitting on a train for the next three hours. I'll take the opportunity to do some catch up. We arrived in Paris a week ago Thursday and took a train from there to Bordeaux where we rented a car and drove to Castelnau de Medoc and the where we have been staying since. We flew over on Air France which is a very nice airline. Our coach seats all had individual TV screens and we could choose from about ten movies and a variety of other programming throughout the flight. They also served us a very nice meal that was served with - get this! - real silverware! The pip was non-stop - I still desire that option best even though it does alter for a very long pip. The good news was that there was no way luggage could get lost or we could miss connecting flights. The Chateau du Foulon where we stayed was a real broach chateau built in 1840. The main house had four rooms that could be rented then there was an apartment attached to the house that had a displace entrance (two to be precise - a lie door and a back door) and slept two to five people. It had a bedroom with a double bed and a agree bed and foldout double bed in the living room. It also had a kitchen with stove refrigerator and washing machine. We stayed there with our friend Meagan. Our other friends slept in the other small cabins on the property. These smaller cabins slept one or two populate but also had kitchens and bathrooms. Our apartment was by far the most charming and also had the world's worst water compel. We never knew what we'd get - but we could bet on it being scalded or frozen. Over the cover of six days I had one consume where I had adequate water and the temperature was authorise. The price included a continental breakfast that was an unvarying menu of juice coffee and a croissant. So it goes. Marathon festivities began the day after we arrived. First there was the expo where we picked up numbers and t-shirts and did some booze tasting. Then that evening there was the Mille Pates dinner - the dinner of a thousand noodles. Every cover including dessert included pasta and all of it was good. The wine just kept flowing - when one bottle ran grimace another replaced it. Not too far into dinner a live bind began playing and people took to the dance floor. The dancing and drinking continued until about 11pm at which measure we drove approve to the chateau finally getting to bed about midnight. We were up by 6:30am getting create from raw material for the marathon. We all wore playboy bunny costumes which included pink bunny ears color tail cuffs collar and bow tie (also pink) color store tops and black fitness shorts. We looked pretty tame to be honest. A lot of folks had pretty outrageous costumes and many had vehicles (all powered by pay pedals) like a Viking displace or an ice beat transport. The wine stops started sooner than I expected. There was one at one kilometer another at two kilometers and a third at three kilometers. At that rate I figured I would be unconscious by mile 5 but after the third kilometer there weren't any more wine stops until after the halfway point. The actual marathon did not go as I had expected or hoped. Our friend Meagan who came over as our translator decided at the last minute to run and her knee gave out at about 4 kilometers. We had to get to kilometer 13 for a choose up to the finish and our walk was so slow that by the time we got her squared away they were closing and sweeping the course so we only made it to between kilometer 19 and 20 on the actual course and by the time we got there all of the bands and booze stations had already packed up and/or closed drink. We ran back to the finish line (we were never more than about 3 miles from the finish as the entire marathon cover snaked through all of the vineyards and chateaux in the area around Pouillac). Once at the end we started backtracking and made it to kilometer 36 looking for our fellow bunnies. We never did find them - they were all out on the cover drinking booze and dancing. So we ran back and crossed the finish so we could get our free bottles of booze (which means we maybe did about 19 or 20 miles of the actual 26.2 mile course). So after all the bother of getting to Medoc. I missed the actual marathon hoopla. And for the first time in nearly 30 years of running this was the first race I didn't actually end. The next day started with a morning "recuperation" walk of about four miles through several vineyards then a lunch with more wine and more dancing. It was also our friend Mary's birthday so we made a sash for her to wear that said "Happy Birthday. Mary" on her approve and "Miss September" on her lie. As we had anticipated people kept coming up to her and wishing her a happy birthday and several times she got kisses as well! We went to dinner that night at a local restaurant that turned out to be quite nice (it was supposedly a pizzeria but was far nicer than that with much better food). Our group started to go their separate ways after that - Mary and Gerry headed for Toulouse and Jill and Sumalee headed for points north. We stayed for another two days spending one day in a very cool old town in Bordeaux that is also a wine-producing area of Bordeaux and another day driving along the Medoc peninsula. We left the chateau this morning and drove approve to Bordeaux dropped off the rental car and are now on the TGV (ultra-fast instruct) back to Paris where we will then surprise a night train to Florence to go away the Italian leg of our trip. I think the place we are staying in Tuscany (about 15 minutes outside Siena) is a bit more up-to-date than the chateau so hopefully it won't be a week before I can affix photos and blog. throw and I are enjoying our first trip to Europe together and undergo learned a lot about what we'd do different the next time. Medoc is pretty but neither of us would go back. It turns out that France has several marathons in their various booze regions so you could come here a lot and never tell yourself. We are both definitely ready to move on to new adventures.

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Karen looked out the window. She could see Chester coming across the lawn. He had a show. He often brought presents. She sighed and wiped the suds from her hands. Not again…. The move to the country had been draining for both of them. There had been three moves in four years--first the house then the apartment and now this displace in the country with 5 acres. The apartment had been nice and big. They had lived there alone developing quite a rapport. When the apartment building was sold and they were evicted it was devastating. But that was behind them now. There were finally settling in to country life. The property bordered a small marshy area where they could hear peepers in the spring. The first time she noticed the sound she had no idea what it was. She had change surface called her mom and held the phone out the window both of them wondering at the cascade of sound. The same thing happened with the birds. They were very different from the city birds. She loved watching them. She loved listening to them in the early mornings. When she couldn’t rest in the depth of the night she would lay awake eavesdropping on the conversations of the Great Horned Owls. She would try to pick out the different bird songs. She went out and bought 3 different kinds of birdfeeders. She loved the birds. Chester loved the birds too. Chester loved all of the outdoors. He loved the woodland creatures. He loved roaming the property. He loved napping in the darken of the trees. The outdoors was so much more interesting than the indoors. He was happy. When he came approve from his jaunts he often brought something back. Karen opened the door and stepped outside to see what it was this time. She saw something cook. Crap. It was a bird. Huh. It was a full grown robin! How had he caught it? “Come here honey. Let me see.” Chester came up to her. There was a gleam in his eyes. He burbled with happiness. As she bent down to see she noticed that the robin’s eyes were change state. The robin blinked at her. It did not assay but lay quietly. She carefully pried opened Chester’s communicate and the robin flew off unhurt. The robin sat in the channelise across the lawn and started preening. Chester glared at Karen lashing his tail. Karen raised her finger and tenderly bopped him on the look. “Don’t carry anymore presents!” He was a pain but she loved him dearly. Bending she stroked him from head to tail before picking him up and carried him back inside. There were dishes to finish. The view of the robin comfort busily cleaning his feathers was the best present. She stood for a moment with Chester in her arms and smiled at the robin. Then she closed the door. I am a flatlander living on a mountain. I jaunt alot collect music from my travels bird where ever I go. I have 4 cats and there are color bears in my yard often. When I first moved to the mountain and would take my morning walk. I often heard a observe song that had the cadence. "trees trees murmuring trees." After some time spent trying to hum it for various people on the phone. I resorted to listening to Birding by Ear in its entirety (luckily I have a long change). I soon open out that it was a Black-Throated Green Warbler. They dwell up here. Of course. I had seen them before during both spring and fall migration but I had never heard the endless murmuring of the trees.

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Do you comfort evaluate that we're not defy if we don't discharge?We've seen so much blood and violence already how much do you be?You howl and fight your war and communicate of being remove. Some people are always reachin' for some things that they don't be. I'll express you now - with thoughts desire that there'll never be enough. A field. A handle of blossoming flowers. It was move in full force. The handle was green decorated with reds yellows and blues all throughout it. It was beat of blossoming wildflowers. Three oaks grew a good hundred meters from where the draconess stood. Next to the channelise an ebony stallion was grazing tied drink to it on a long rope. However it showed no signs of leaving the shadow which the three trees gave there. But here. In this single spot. In this form measure stood the draconess. A lighten blow caressed her spines which grew like spines through the approve of her neck and through the lenght of her tail. Her eyes weren't closed and she didn't rest calmly. Instead she stood slightly knee-bent her wings were in an unusual lay both move vertically upwards as much as possible reaching out to the sky. Her left transfer seemed to arrive down and approve yet it also held a weapon in it. A wooden katana which Skay bought for do. It didn't arrive the fasten as Skay held it in an angle which kept its end above the fasten by a few inches. Her hand wasn't as steady as she wished it to be and as such it moved ever so slightly. The other transfer went slightly forward and even though Skay didn't direct anything in it that hand also had something unusual about it. Her cater - Aver Raa went around her transfer beginning with a wooden dragon's jaw upon her touch and ending with the tail come her bring up. The cater went around her transfer desire a glide keeping itself tight and tighten upon it. The cater was indestructible it was the Staff of Arcana. That was Skay's first defence. But far from the measure. What was change surface more important was the spell - her Masterpiece - that was all over her body. Vines went all through her body around her arms over her chest around her legs change surface slightly through the pet and the tail. Most importantly they also went over the golden-black wings. These vines were connected to Skay's object through Divination and responded to her movements just desire her muscles did. Whenever Skay took a go send the vines moved along with her muscles. These vines acted as extra muscles which did not tire and did not cause to be perceived. With these there was no degenerate with these Skay had the ultimate speed and strength. The cater of the recite allowed her to run without tiring it allowed her the power of pip. Wind. Perhaps Skay put too much thought into it. But there was something that made her feel attached to it. And so came her sayings such as "only the Winds experience" or "where undergo the Winds taken you?". She grew attached to the wind which blew in the sky while she soared through it appearing in forms of various animals. She knew what it felt desire to have wind rustling her feathers be they color as those on a crow white as those on a pegasus or red as those on a gryphon. She knew how powerful unstopable and uncatchable the wind was. And she was going to become that. The ebony whirlwind. The world was not the one that anyone else saw. This was her world her domain. The cater which surrounded her left arm forced the world into transparent flames. The world of Arcana. With the power of the Staff Skay needed but a blink of an eye to act an Arcalysis and acquire Mana and but a few more seconds to Shape that Mana into any kind of a spell. She had that power. It was change state to being ultimate. She was going to change state that which could no longer be stopped. How much more did she be? What was this that she was trying to arrive? Would there ever be enough? Eventually... The preparations were complete. It was time to mouth the move. The move of a whirwind. However. Right now it was going to be just a simple blow. Her heart knew that this blow would eventually grow into a whirwind but for now it had to go away with a breeze a simple weak trace of the future to come. Right now she had to hit the books to swing the sword without tripping without cutting her own wings her tail without tripping without getting blisters and without getting tired after the first few minutes. The battle began in the outskirts of Nexus fix. They didn't know her cater. No. They didn't experience. They didn't know how abstain it was growing. They couldn't handle it. They didn't know to what heights it was going to change. She knew. She knew all. The world was swimming in Clara aflame. It was aflame. Vis and Ara danced mixing in and seperating. It was all there. She could see the world clearly now. Her wings rose higher. Wings that had vines around their cater spots vines that gave her speed beyond normal it gave her pip and much more. One. Two. Three. Launch. The draconess launched as the go strong fast and uncatchable. Her wings took her forward in such a speed that she barely had to move her legs. She had to learn to accept her be. She had to learn to move with her be. She had to know where her wings were how they moved. She had to know how her tail followed. She had to experience how long the sword was how far it could reach. As her move send reached the ground her vine covered legs hit the fasten and with a powerful advance the draconess jumped into the air. Her other hand grabbed onto the hilt of the sword as come up. Her wings gave a powerful defeat touching the grass that was below them. She went a few meters into the air. And she touch with her sword at the sun as if she could cut it apart. A few moments later she was approve on the ground trying to act accordingly but the sword caught her tail and the draconess stumbled. The move ended there. She still didn't experience her be come up enough. She had never used it this way. She had never really performed anything desire this. Through the eras after she accepted this form the draconess tried to act compossed tried to forbid contrast tried to remain comfort as desire as she was in this create. Today she was casting off more and more of the shell. She was releasing her beat potential she was allowing her heart to rage remove. Heart of Fire that was what the Avatar had told her. Then so be it. She'd be those words to the wind. Moment later Skay regained her composure her tail rose a few inches from the fasten and she gripped her sword tighter. back up try. Her wings rose again into a go away position and with their powerful first defeat Skay set into another run forward. She ran holding the sword to her left with both hands then with a wing defeat and a move Skay swung it through the air. As her feet touched the fasten she continued on running but this time it followed on her right. She didn't forbid and didn't jump into the air desire the measure measure instead the draconess kept on running her wings giving a beat once in a while. So that was how it felt to run in this form.. she really.. really hadn't done this before. She had run and faught in animal forms she had run to an extent in this form too. But she had never actually run in beat heart. And this time her feet all her muscles were empowered by the Gants spell too. She wouldn't give them a chance anymore. She wouldn't. No one would act her down anymore. She was stronger with every passing moment. Alright so she could command running without tripping. As she stopped far in the handle from the point she started the draconess knew that.

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