ChefSheba aka LightGirl
I can’t wait to wear this for my brother’s games. Good luck in your second year Logan. Colten and I will be there to cheer you on as often as we can.

I can’t wait to wear this for my brother’s games. Good luck in your second year Logan. Colten and I will be there to cheer you on as often as we can.

cartoonpolitics:

Blowback ..  apparently CIA slang used to describe unintended and harmful consequences of their secret operations abroad. What the press reports as the malign acts of ‘terrorists’ or ‘rogue states’ or ‘drug cartels’ often turns out to be blowback from earlier American actions .. (more here)

cartoonpolitics:

Blowback ..  apparently CIA slang used to describe unintended and harmful consequences of their secret operations abroad. What the press reports as the malign acts of ‘terrorists’ or ‘rogue states’ or ‘drug cartels’ often turns out to be blowback from earlier American actions .. (more here)

warnerarchive:

Miss Barbara Stanwyck is Illicit (1931)

Original newspaper ads from Greenbriar Picture Show

Thisbwaa such a sweet thing this morning. He cane in to try to snuggle with me bhe hasn’t been able tonall weekend ans he really wants some mommy and Colten time. He laid like this for about an hour. He told me mommy I want to help and chexk on you. I love this little gift so much. 

#son #cutie #cuddles #hugs #sleeping #mommy #laborday #morning #precious

Thisbwaa such a sweet thing this morning. He cane in to try to snuggle with me bhe hasn’t been able tonall weekend ans he really wants some mommy and Colten time. He laid like this for about an hour. He told me mommy I want to help and chexk on you. I love this little gift so much.

#son #cutie #cuddles #hugs #sleeping #mommy #laborday #morning #precious

chefthisup:

Supersized Milk Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups.
Get the recipe here » http://bit.ly/1k8f4ZA

chefthisup:

Supersized Milk Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups.

Get the recipe here » http://bit.ly/1k8f4ZA

He had such pretty coloring. Colten was happy to have him if only for a day. He released him back into the wild today and was happy to do so. I am proud of my big boy and how he made a good choice. He wanted the turtle to have a family and friends. We hope to see the turtle around when we are back at my dad’s house in the future. 

#bigboy #choice #son #precious #childchoice #turtle #wildlife

He had such pretty coloring. Colten was happy to have him if only for a day. He released him back into the wild today and was happy to do so. I am proud of my big boy and how he made a good choice. He wanted the turtle to have a family and friends. We hope to see the turtle around when we are back at my dad’s house in the future.

#bigboy #choice #son #precious #childchoice #turtle #wildlife

Hmmm some of the fun memories from my senior year of golf. This was a great year and lots of fun. Can’t wait to see everyone again.

Hmmm some of the fun memories from my senior year of golf. This was a great year and lots of fun. Can’t wait to see everyone again.

wetravelandblog:

Schloss Neuschwanstein by elenadledyaeva - Lets take a trip up to the sky http://ift.tt/15gf9xn

wetravelandblog:

Schloss Neuschwanstein by elenadledyaeva - Lets take a trip up to the sky http://ift.tt/15gf9xn

thecivilwarparlor:

Ode to the Confederate Dead

Allen Tate, 1899 - 1979
Row after row with strict impunity
The headstones yield their names to the element,
The wind whirrs without recollection;
In the riven troughs the splayed leaves
Pile up, of nature the casual sacrament
To the seasonal eternity of death;
Then driven by the fierce scrutiny
Of heaven to their election in the vast breath,
They sough the rumour of mortality.

Autumn is desolation in the plot
Of a thousand acres where these memories grow
From the inexhaustible bodies that are not 
Dead, but feed the grass row after rich row.
Think of the autumns that have come and gone!--
Ambitious November with the humors of the year,
With a particular zeal for every slab,
Staining the uncomfortable angels that rot
On the slabs, a wing chipped here, an arm there:
The brute curiosity of an angel’s stare
Turns you, like them, to stone,
Transforms the heaving air
Till plunged to a heavier world below
You shift your sea-space blindly
Heaving, turning like the blind crab.

     Dazed by the wind, only the wind
     The leaves flying, plunge

You know who have waited by the wall
The twilight certainty of an animal,
Those midnight restitutions of the blood
You know--the immitigable pines, the smoky frieze
Of the sky, the sudden call: you know the rage,
The cold pool left by the mounting flood,
Of muted Zeno and Parmenides.
You who have waited for the angry resolution
Of those desires that should be yours tomorrow,
You know the unimportant shrift of death
And praise the vision
And praise the arrogant circumstance
Of those who fall
Rank upon rank, hurried beyond decision--
Here by the sagging gate, stopped by the wall. 

     Seeing, seeing only the leaves
     Flying, plunge and expire

Turn your eyes to the immoderate past,
Turn to the inscrutable infantry rising
Demons out of the earth they will not last.
Stonewall, Stonewall, and the sunken fields of hemp,
Shiloh, Antietam, Malvern Hill, Bull Run.
Lost in that orient of the thick and fast
You will curse the setting sun.

     Cursing only the leaves crying
     Like an old man in a storm

You hear the shout, the crazy hemlocks point
With troubled fingers to the silence which
Smothers you, a mummy, in time.

                               The hound bitch
Toothless and dying, in a musty cellar
Hears the wind only.
     
                    Now that the salt of their blood
Stiffens the saltier oblivion of the sea,
Seals the malignant purity of the flood,
What shall we who count our days and bow
Our heads with a commemorial woe
In the ribboned coats of grim felicity,
What shall we say of the bones, unclean,
Whose verdurous anonymity will grow?
The ragged arms, the ragged heads and eyes
Lost in these acres of the insane green?
The gray lean spiders come, they come and go;
In a tangle of willows without light
The singular screech-owl’s tight
Invisible lyric seeds the mind
With the furious murmur of their chivalry.

     We shall say only the leaves
     Flying, plunge and expire

We shall say only the leaves whispering
In the improbable mist of nightfall
That flies on multiple wing:
Night is the beginning and the end
And in between the ends of distraction
Waits mute speculation, the patient curse
That stones the eyes, or like the jaguar leaps
For his own image in a jungle pool, his victim.

What shall we say who have knowledge 
Carried to the heart?  Shall we take the act
To the grave?  Shall we, more hopeful, set up the grave
In the house?  The ravenous grave?

                                   Leave now
The shut gate and the decomposing wall:
The gentle serpent, green in the mulberry bush, 
Riots with his tongue through the hush--
Sentinel of the grave who counts us all!

From Selected Poems by Allen Tate, published by Charles Scribner’s Sons.

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/ode-confederate-dead

Here is the turtle that my dad found in the middle of 37 yesterday. Colten thinks this is the coolest thing ever.

#familytime #smiles #turtle #boxturtle #saved #grandpa #grandson #patterned (at Reindeer’s aka Home)

Here is the turtle that my dad found in the middle of 37 yesterday. Colten thinks this is the coolest thing ever.

#familytime #smiles #turtle #boxturtle #saved #grandpa #grandson #patterned (at Reindeer’s aka Home)

ninadobrev:

Yupp.View more Nina Dobrev on WhoSay
Here is a look at the two weeks. I am happy with this change. It is hard work but #painisbeauty #slowandsteady #progress #workingeveryday

Here is a look at the two weeks. I am happy with this change. It is hard work but #painisbeauty #slowandsteady #progress #workingeveryday

Slow and steady. Here is my update picture. 

#progress #slowandsteady #workingeveryday #workinprogress

Slow and steady. Here is my update picture.

#progress #slowandsteady #workingeveryday #workinprogress