The oldest known footage of London and New York City.
I thoroughly enjoyed making these…..
And was completely charmed with another fellow crafter’s creations of these…
Mine are ceramic/resin Easter sunny side up pendants, while hers are Easter sunny side up centerpieces which you can find DYI instructions for at http://www.handmadecharlotte.com/sunny-side-easter-eggs/
Keep cool..neither projects are edible, just sweet.
I don’t think it’s a secret that many church goers hold themselves far above the rest of us. It’s in the way they peer at us with moist eyed pity if their hopeful “have you found Christ?” is answered with less enthusiasm than they desire. It’s in the way some lay their hands upon our shoulders, assuring us that god thinks “we’re okay anyway.”
On occasion, it’s with barely contained annoyance or anger if you happen to be caught, outnumbered in the midst of a herd.
I must admit there’s an impressive way they’ve been acknowledging past evil doings condoned by The Church throughout the centuries. They shake their head, with a ready and educated sounding apology for things done in the past. How much holier still they must feel outing their establishment to their modern siblings.
“See? Nothing to hide, but aren’t we all sinners in this world, capable of change, dear brother and sweet sister, amen?”
They count on news of a kinder and more ‘mature’ church being just the thing to draw the reluctant in. Yet, little is done to address the occasional social rudeness of the clique that persists to this day.
I will mind my words; I mean no disrespect for any human’s choice in general.
I will say, however, when I see that uppity harassment and belittling of us good folk who insist on being who we choose to be..a lot of them need a little hush time to be reminded of certain truths.
One of those truths is that their “state of grace” and world of judgement deserves no more respect nor heeding than what the “sinners” world has to offer.
I will say, without apology, that until they can root out each grimy monster from the “hallowed halls of their superiority” the only decent thing for them to do is keep their unsolicited and overreaching opinions to themselves.
Considering each one of these creatures (article links at bottom of the page) were allowed to work their wicked ways while smiling their ‘pious’ smiles and impressing with their holy, deceitful words..I’d say the “high and mighty faithful” need a complete overhaul of their manners.
I understand it can feel really nifty being “above it all” in a divine teacher’s pet kind of way, sure. But when that purposeful blindness and exclusive ego results in our children getting brutally raped and murdered by one of their own, it’s a little more than a question of manners; it’s a flat out obligation.
There’s a little ditty about “glass houses” in The Good Book that may help tone down the obnoxiousness if reading the following examples doesn’t do it.
Sunday School Teacher raping/killing child
Infamous BTK serial killer
* photo credit= email@example.com
This is for those who don’t quite understand why you need to tell someone you love them or that you’re thinking of them.
This isn’t for the serial sex addicts who cast, catch and release when tired of their endless parade of playthings. The thought of letting a “playtoy” knowing anything is as absurd as packing a sack lunch for their jock strap. I’m not hating, to each their own. May their tired mid 90s pick up lines help secure the most severe cases of STDs that their delusional carcasses can handle before journey’s end. I wish ’em only the best.
Onward. For the rest….
It didn’t just make for a cute video. It’s solid and sound advice.
If you’re on that “Well, I said something six months ago, why ever would I have to say it again so soon?” kick…come on.
You know what sort of people automatically assume you love them without any words being spoken? Stalkers. The clinically insane who tend towards delusions and hallucinations in the course of their merry day. The “crazy eyes”.
They’re hearing and seeing that you love them all day, every day on the constant. They are convinced you “gave them a certain message” with your eyes along the way. For true love needs no words. Not when the message came over their iPod at 3 in the morning…in your voice.
Unless you are with a schizophrenic, I will assume you’re not. I will assume your girl or guy respects the fact that you are a human being with ever-changing opinions and entitled to deal with them as you wish.
I, for one, am not that big headed (or dense) enough to assume a better looking, all around more attractive prospect won’t ever appear on the scene. It’s a pretty big planet. I also don’t believe it’s my place to keep intrusive tabs on how my friend is doing as far as our relationship goes. Who the heck am I to naturally assume all things are as they were months or even years ago? That doesn’t say much for the regard I have on his or her ability to change on the whole. I also prefer to discreetly watch the clues that come from my partner and go from there. I don’t have to embarrass myself by risking looking insecure or a like a third grader by:
“Say, Joey…you still like me or what, huh..? “.
You don’t expect a deli hand to hound you if you’re trying to make your way quietly to the produce without saying anything to him, do you? The only serious noise out of him should be when someone steps up asking for some meat, right? No one wants to be chased along the counter hearing:
“Hey, hey…you want something don’t ya? I can tell , sure can, I’ll ring up some bologna. You look like a Krakus kinda dude, a pound of ham too..coming right up. No, nonono…don’t say anything, you are quite welcome. Come here…HEY!”
Naw. A world working on assumptions alone would be chock full of weirdness..and much busted deli face.
Any major shift can usually be interpreted as nothing but big trouble. Silence, by default, means there’s nothing left. How nice if you could relieve or help ease that burden of ‘not knowing’.
Now, if things change, yet you still feel the same joy over your beloved, those verbal reassurances will more than suffice until the pendulum swings back into rhythm. They are a merciful lot better than silence. Nobody feels so hot (even you, I ‘ll bet) being associated with some great Nothing. Well, nobody except for the Crazy Eyes.
They, unfortunately, may recognize the great Nothings as tantalizing evidence of the marriages you both shared from other lifetimes….or planets.
Reminding someone how they make you feel and why you’re with him/her , is internationally famous common sense. Consider it a log to throw on the fire, keeping the home warm, cozy and protected against that ..brrrrr..deep freeze outside.
It doesn’t have to be a Shakespearean concoction, all “twinkling eyes” and “hearts brimming full” about it. No need to throw an insult of phony placation on top of the injury of an unexplained Nothing.
Just the truth as you spoke it too long ago (assuming you were truthful at that time).
Like Billy said…
Read the following link for more information on Maria Reiche and her remarkable work.
Because the grief is no less devastating when a son is brutalized…
Because a brother can’t foretell the future any better than a sister when it comes to “knowing” what shadowy creep just caught his attention online…
If we can turn the volume down on the male bashing noises for a minute, it would be nice to make sure our sons are made aware of online dating risks as well.
Because we love them. There shouldn’t be any other reason needed.
If we want to speak all things equal. A young man whose heart and life is every bit as valuable as the young woman we tend to overprotect, is owed nothing less than the same concerns for his safety.
The following articles are on brutal crimes committed against men through online dating.
Ohh, finally a Valentines show for the rest of us.
The vid clip I found to make my nineteen second “doodle”=my day’s first chuckle.
I’ve lived my whole life as a female. Recalling years of other gal pals’ relationships, as well as my own..seeing the reaction on that poor brother’s face.. I couldn’t help it..at all.
Not one jaw is gonna drop in awe when I say that it has got to be the best representation of how the average American guy feels getting vacuumed into the vortex of a heated “discussion” with the average American gal..a LOT.
I do enjoy cruising the stock sites. They’re like the most mini of mini films, bless ’em all.
This video stock credit= podorojniy @adobestock.com
The quote is in 1993’s “Behold a Pale Horse” written by a gentleman known as Mr. William “Bill” Cooper.
What a crying shame.. if we fail to remember as it should be remembered.
It deserves a better fate than as a misplaced socio-political quote.
It’s powerful insight that may help us understand (to better protect against) the true hostilities and disdain we are regarded with by those who lord over us.
It should be preserved as information brought to us at great risk and eventual cost of an honorable man’s life-not falsely attributed as the intellectual musings of a false prophet.
ESPECIALLY not a false prophet who irritated our dear brother Cooper so deeply.
featured photo by AR Images
It was just a matter of time, wasn’t it?
One day, it’s a few pocket sized projects of creatively imagined pieces…
The next day….an 8 pound plaster mama (14″ by 10″ to be exact) comes charging through, rainbows and mischief just aflyin’.
Ahh, when the projects were a tid bit smaller ..a good 10″ or so.