I got Gabriel a male Lion. He's quite cute...has a nice strut! He's moved into my office already and I think he ate my truffles. He has to stay away from my chocolate!
She appears to be working in tandem with a coyote expert. This person could possibly be licensed as a rehabber. I commend her for her kindness. I probably would have done the same thing.
I've been on this guys website once a week for a year now. He gives away one free recipe a week...I have a load of them! Most of them are so great and I have a recipe for Applebee's Orange Chicken Bowl that is spot on! I love him!
Well said Sid! As an artist myself, my butt would fry if my artwork was used for-profit without my consent! I carefully protect everything that goes to print...
Hmm,... I am almost afraid of saying anything. I am 36 and without children. I do see her point of view as I see the other side (pro-having children.) While I am saddened by the fact many here have "jumped" on her for deciding against being a mother, I am not surprised.
I have heard from many folks "oh, you must have children-they would be so cute!" Or, "What does your husband think?" (now ex-husband for non-related issues. In case you are wondering-I left him, not the other way around.) "You're not fully a woman until you give birth"... and on and on.
While I have three (incredibly cute) nieces from my younger brother, my family has finally accepted that I will "bear no fruit." It's simply a personal choice, just as it is of those who had children.
Good for you and your choices. Thank goodness that we think differently from one another. I appaude her for making a well thought out choice. She made a choice based on her belief system. America is full of those who simply follow the status quo (talking about everything here from clothing styles to car choices.) It may be out of line for you, but for her and her husband, it was a perfect choice.
So, I kneel before you and place my neck on the chopping block and expect the enevitable...
I'd have a very hard time doing any of those things. In the lifeboat scenerio, I would get out of the boat for a time and have all the other occupants take turns getting out until the wounded person died. Then they'd go overboard to a watery grave. Hopefully I will never have to face anything like the choices given...
Well, I guess I'll share my story. (Please don't be sad...) We don't have the common relationship most moms and daughters enjoy.
When I was born, Mom was currently under treatment for what was called "nerve problems" - now schitzophrenia. She was taking Lithium and Phenyl Barbitol. Dad worked during the day and I spent my days with Mom before I was old enough to go to school. I became a Daddy's Girl and ran around the woods in our backyard during the day. Mom was always so drugged out and stared at the walls and talked to things around the house. She didn't always seem to know I was there, but I was young and I didn't know that not all Mom's are like mine.
The years went by and I found myself in 9th grade and mom turned 50. Dad said she always hated taking her medicines. So, on her birthday, she quit. It took a week or so, but mom came through the stupor. She was easily agitated, but told us stories about her childhood and teen years we never heard before. My brother and I were getting to know our mom. Dad was even surprised and he was happy to be with her again.
She stayed off the drugs and the mania set in. She became increasingly violent towards me (but not my little brother. He was her favorite.) Dad tried to get her back on her meds, but to no avail.
By the time I was in 12th grade, she had been institutionalized several times and on and off her medication. She was finally put on Prozac when I was in college, and she has been using the drug ever since.
We now get along pretty well, and I miss my Mom - the one I only got to know for such a short time before the disease set in again. I know one day I will meet her and she will be well. Till then, i am thankful for those fleeting days of stories and laughter.
As an artist, I fully support the strike, even though Jay Leno reruns annoy me. ;)
Anytime your work is used or watched, you have entertained. Each use of your original work should net residual income. It's insulting to think people can use the creative thinkers for their own gain.
He is beautiful!!!
I get it no-Harry Potter. Haha.
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Aside from that-this is very nicely done! Cute!
Meee-owww!
I have heard from many folks "oh, you must have children-they would be so cute!" Or, "What does your husband think?" (now ex-husband for non-related issues. In case you are wondering-I left him, not the other way around.) "You're not fully a woman until you give birth"... and on and on.
While I have three (incredibly cute) nieces from my younger brother, my family has finally accepted that I will "bear no fruit." It's simply a personal choice, just as it is of those who had children.
Good for you and your choices. Thank goodness that we think differently from one another. I appaude her for making a well thought out choice. She made a choice based on her belief system. America is full of those who simply follow the status quo (talking about everything here from clothing styles to car choices.) It may be out of line for you, but for her and her husband, it was a perfect choice.
So, I kneel before you and place my neck on the chopping block and expect the enevitable...
When I was born, Mom was currently under treatment for what was called "nerve problems" - now schitzophrenia. She was taking Lithium and Phenyl Barbitol. Dad worked during the day and I spent my days with Mom before I was old enough to go to school. I became a Daddy's Girl and ran around the woods in our backyard during the day. Mom was always so drugged out and stared at the walls and talked to things around the house. She didn't always seem to know I was there, but I was young and I didn't know that not all Mom's are like mine.
The years went by and I found myself in 9th grade and mom turned 50. Dad said she always hated taking her medicines. So, on her birthday, she quit. It took a week or so, but mom came through the stupor. She was easily agitated, but told us stories about her childhood and teen years we never heard before. My brother and I were getting to know our mom. Dad was even surprised and he was happy to be with her again.
She stayed off the drugs and the mania set in. She became increasingly violent towards me (but not my little brother. He was her favorite.) Dad tried to get her back on her meds, but to no avail.
By the time I was in 12th grade, she had been institutionalized several times and on and off her medication. She was finally put on Prozac when I was in college, and she has been using the drug ever since.
We now get along pretty well, and I miss my Mom - the one I only got to know for such a short time before the disease set in again. I know one day I will meet her and she will be well. Till then, i am thankful for those fleeting days of stories and laughter.
Anytime your work is used or watched, you have entertained. Each use of your original work should net residual income. It's insulting to think people can use the creative thinkers for their own gain.