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This week the Burning Man will create a temporary temple to whatever ideals you hold true.

Then thay will burn it down...

Live Art in motion, How colorful...:

Have a good day every one,,

so I thought I would share, two different styles working together.

We will reunite one day in that clear blue sky,
and start over where we left off, with your silent goodbye.

It's almost been a year now and tears still fall,
but tears from a sorrowful heart seem to have no time at all.

We had a bond, not like one you'd find everyday,
I wish you were here, for this I really wanted to say.

Your face I still see clearly, your laughter is still in the air,
why were you taken away from me? It is more than unfair.

And now I must learn life not sure of knowing the way,
you promised to be here to help me, someday.

I feel lonely now, scared and unsure,
why can't you be here to help me through this dark door?

It was you I loved and adored for so long,
but now I'm expected to move on and be strong.

I miss you more as the days go by,
sometimes I ask questions but can't help to cry.

Why were you taken out of my world in a blink of an eye?
only if I would have had a chance to say goodbye.

Life's different now it's just not the same,
I still try to remind myself no ones to blame.

You live in a memory now, a special place in my heart,
and I'll carry that memory close by me,
because there we won't ever have to part.
........... ...Reflect my feelings......wrritten by someone no idea.......

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
now knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They are in each other all along..

Rumi

I've just had a message on cs with a skype address. She wants a naked chat on Skype. What on earth makes a person do/ask for such a chat. I my add that the person as been blocked

I so adore this!

(Written by an Irish Monk in the 9th Century)

I and Pangur Ban my cat,
'Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
'Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.

'Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur's way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

'Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
'Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.

Just you and me
How Do I Love Thee?
my love is deeper than sea,
I love thee purely
Smiles, tears, and give you all myself,
Long have I searched
Finally I have found you,
why is it hard for you to believe it?
you had the key in you
Key To My Heart,
you came into my life and
made me change my mind
I want you
to be happy
always, ever holding your hands with mine,
I feel like
the happiest
person in this world just standing next to you .............written by me....

If you've met a man who hasn't been in love for a looong time, you have to shake him. His love might have sunk inti bottom.

Since I've moved to my new home I have not been able to find a job. So I have had to depend on a food bank. No big deal. God supplied me with food and I am reciprocating His good work and favor with doing my part at the food bank as a volunteer.

I am hard of hearing and I don't multi-task too well so when I went to donate my time I volunteered to lug the wagon of food to the recipients car and unload it for them. I have hearing aids I don't like to use them because in a dusty warehouse setting the cost of the hearing aids use ($8000) is prohibitive.

Since the volunteer aspect (It's transient help because most are offenders and they are doing community service) comes into play. The supervisor, extremely patient, has to finish up a job sometimes left undone. And the workload gets heavy on the regular and dependable. Therefor, I have made an effort to scope things out to see what can be done to alleviate unnecessary work. And this is the crux of my blog!

There are many older people unable to come to the food bank so we deliver food to them on Saturday's. This one wonderful woman heads that up. The first thing she needs are boxes clean enough to pack with the food. I noticed that I have time at certain times of the day so I volunteered to prepare these boxes. They contain junk that needs to be discarded so I do that and line them up in the manner she prefers to have them.

I started doing that yesterday. When I was relieved of my "lugging" duties I informed the lady, Sylvia, that takes the client info and disburses the food where I would be. I said to her, "I will be in back if you need me". Unfortunately this woman is also the kind of person that answers a question with a question. But since I didn't ask a question her curiosity came in and asked me what I was going to do. When I told her she, in her normal go to the max making conclusions, said, "Does Christie know what your doing?" and "Does Charles know what your doing?" and on and on like I'm some kind of stupid idiot. In addition, it was none of her business. Christie and I got together and we planned a strategy. I looked at her and just said, "You know where you can find me if you need me" and I simply ignored her line of questioning.

Now, it got worse. For one hour I cleaned the boxes to Christie's specs! It suddenly occurred to me I had stacked the boxes on the ground (a Federal guideline No-No in the food handling). So I asked this lady Rikki if the boxes needed to be elevated on pallets. She too answers questions with questions. She began riddling me with questions as to why I was what I was doing. I mean, she was walking around the entire hour I was assembling the boxes and it didn't occur to her to ask me what I was doing? I explained and I was finally able to pry out of her a simple answer.

THEN!! This guy, Jimmy, that walks around mumbling to himself comes over and he starts talking to Rikki about the box stack I was making. I didn't care what he asked because she answered him and it appeared that he knew what was going on. But I was wrong. When Christie came to see the operation she caught Jimmy loading up her boxes up on his truck. She told him to stop, she climbed up into the back of the truck and unloaded them. Jimmy just walked around in his usual weird manner mumbling to himself.

I was exasperated when I left for the day. BUT!!! Then when I arrived this morning I was hit with another snag. I calmly told the person I was up to my neck in hogwash and was leaving.

I should have left yesterday when all this "problem" was brewing. I am now at the library cooling off and getting away from the pain in the neck over a small job swerving into a major hassle!

Whew!! Thanks to Jesus for the relief!

In most states of America, and many parts of Europe, there are strict guidelines as to how much ball is allowed to hang out the shorty shorts. In other jurisdictions, such as Turkey/Malta/Cyprus/etc., the rules are a bit less concise and at the enforcement officers discretion.

So I'm wondering what the women consider as a reasonable tolerance. Obviously, no woman wants to be seen with some hooligan with everything hanging out, or a plumber with his arse hanging out. But lets face it there has to be a little bit of give and take, since you're probably no oil painting yourself.