"Si tan solo pudiera amarte, quererte e idolatrarte, si tan solo me dejaras llegar a ti para detenerme en tu ternura y gozar de tu dulzura, si me dejaras entrar en tus sueños de placer..seria tu esclavo de amor para hacerte feliz"

Microsoft is hosting a Cross-Platform Clash for Lost Planet Colonies on December 17th. Duke it out Akrid Hunter style against each other, controller verses mouse and keyboard... You can send your experiences online to them with your gamertag for their re-cap. Go check it out here!

It has been so freaking cold outside. I have no winter clothes! Shopping time.

Hey Everyone,  I just uploaded some pictures of my daughter, granddaughter and the DORA cake I made for her birthday. Take a look, they are so cute. Kim

i see so many things that are beautifully made, I hope to add to the list thanks for letting me join this wonderful group

One reason why Tilly loves Guides is that there are no boys, so she’s a bit put out when their wide game at camp ends in a joint campfire with a Scout troop…

Tilly

First of all we had burgers and hot dogs that were cooked by the scout leaders. They didn’t use wood like we do at camp and on cookouts but had big gas barbecues, which is a total cheat! Roz said maybe they weren’t allowed to light fires here and that was why they were using the gas cookers, but one of the scouts said they used them at camp too. So that proves that guides is better than scouts!

The scout leaders were all very jolly and full of jokes, like “watch out for that hot dog – it feeds the hand that bites it” and “we know all about keeping things clean. You can eat off my kitchen floor – there are crumbs everywhere.” One of them was wearing an apron that said “I am a grate cook” which I thought was very clever and Abby said she wanted to get one for her dad because he loved barbecues.

Also there were loads and loads of different sauces to choose from though most of us just had ketchup. Then there were ice lollies and loads of strawberries for dessert which was lush.

Our patrol was sitting on a little hill to eat our lollies. Some scouts started messing about around a tree just nearby and Carola and all the Russia patrol came and sat down near them and Carola was talking to them and asking them their names and what school they went to and what year they were in and all that sort of thing. Roz went past them to get some more strawberries and when she came back Carola said ‘Trying to get in the Guinness Book of Records again, Roz?’ And when the scouts asked what she meant she said ‘Roz has this thing about fruit. She can’t get enough of it. She ate 49 pieces of orange for breakfast the other day.’

I thought Roz would be furious but she just said ‘It was 42, actually’ and walked on by.

When we’d finished eating and all the plates and everything had been gathered up into rubbish bags, we had a campfire (so we WERE allowed to light a fire, even though this was a park sort of place) and the scouts and the guides took it in turn to choose songs. We knew most of their songs and they knew most of ours, but sometimes they knew different verses from us. Some of the verses they know were really good. For example in the I don’t want to go to Girl Scout Camp song I learned three new verses which are: The first aid that they give you they say is mighty fine, but if you cut your finger, you’re only left with nine; and The spaghetti that they serve you, they say is mighty fine, they rinse it the toilet and drain it on the line; and The toilets that they have here are the best that they can get, last night my tent mate had to go, they haven’t found him yet.

And in She sat on a hillside and strummed her guitar they sing a chorus which goes: Oom, plucky, plucky, oom, plucky, plucky, oom, pluck, pluck, pluck, ZING!
Oom, plucky, plucky, oom, plucky, plucky, oom, pluck, pluck, pluck, ZING!
Which is great.

The scouts knew some good action songs too but we taught them the Aunty Monica song which they thought was hilarious. I noticed that Carola creased up over the verse about Aunty Monica’s muff and was rolling her eyes at the scouts near her, and none of the Russia patrol were actually swinging their arms around much. I suppose they were afraid they might look silly in front of the boys. Well HUH I say to them.

After a bit someone suggested we did stunts and we had a short break for a drink and to get ready. Our leaders Marilyn and Sally and Sue went into a huddle with a couple of the oldest guides who are in the Australia patrol, and when we all sat down again they did a really good stunt called The Campfire where they ask for volunteers to demonstrate how to lay a campfire, and they chose little scouts to be the little sticks in the middle and bigger scouts to be the bigger sticks piled up round them, and even bigger scouts to be logs who get piled up on top of them. Then one of the guides struck a match and pretended to light the fire and another one shouted ‘It’s on fire’ and threw a bucket of water over them. It was very funny, especially since it was the biggest scouts who got wet because they were the ones on the outside. They didn’t get very wet really because there wasn’t much water in the bucket. Anyway, it was an absolutely EXCELLENT stunt.

Mickie James,Kelly Kelly.and Torie Wilson

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Homer Outing...to the zoo!
I'll be there with Kelly, Casey and Peyton

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UC-OSU football fans: Can we all get along?
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Top 10 College Football TV personalities: Who do you like? Not like?
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Mike speaks: A massive disappointment
Mark Curnutte, Enquirer
Brown terms the season a “massive disappointment. We feel it. We’re unhappy down here. … We’re in the morass and just have to work through it.”
Q: Are you going to essentially fire yourself and hire a general manager?
A: “I call them themes. They (fans and customers) like to talk about different themes when things don’t go well. Part of being in this job, the good side of the coin is it shows the emotional connection the fans have with this football team.”

Brown praises Lewis
Bengals.com
Lewis has two years left on his deal and despite the record Brown said, "In many ways he's done an incredibly good job. Our players still try hard and that's hard to come by when you go through all the losing this team has gone through."

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Top 10 NCAA football TV personalities
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Gilyard calls out OSU: "We aren't little brother anymore"
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Gallery of the week: Jamie Eason is back New photos
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One further thing about the shameful arrest of Mr Galley and Mr Green puzzles me. Lib Dem Leader Nick Clegg has rightly condemned HMG and the Police for what he refers to as a 'Mayday' for British democracy yet he was one of the greatest supporters of the 42 day detention without charge, and is also one of the greatest advocates for a federal EU superstate, having implemented a 3 line whip on his MPs to approve the freedom-restricting Lisbon Treaty.

How can he defend British freedoms and support the EU at the same time?

Saluti Ragazzi!

I have been working on some new grab for quite some time now.  I recently finished the white over-doublet just before Halloween 2008 and then had the idea to work on a scholars cloak or council robe.  I have yet to finish the robe, but and working diligently.  I finally posted my first portraits of the new over-doublet to my gallery.  Let me know what you all think.  Thanks and happy sewing in all of your projects.

~Don Firenze

"A canivale ogni scherzo vale!"

Did Tyra Banks admit that she was "Really turned on" When Robert Pattinson bite her on the neck during her show last week???

OR...

Did Tina Fey confess that her scar on her face is from a stranger that slashed her when she was 5 years old????

OR...

Did Simon Cowell become an American Citizen this morning???

One of these stories really did happen, hit the link to find out the real one!!!

A ti mi Sol

Dime qué hago con esto que queda dentro mío, que después de no tenerte y cada vez que te veo sale sin permiso y una vez más, estoy rendida a ti.

Con una sola mañana en que amanecí a tu lado, bastó para saber que me estaba enamorando de ti.

Así, sin querer, solo sucedió, porque el primer día que te vi tu sonreír y tu mirada me cautivaron, ese brillo espectacular en tu rostro jamás lo percibí en nadie más, y que hasta la fecha sigue siendo en lo que pienso al final del día y lo primero cuando despierto.

Cada vez que sueño contigo, me gusta imaginar que duermes pensando en mí, una idea vaga de lo que quisiera que fuera.

Recordar lo que vivimos juntos, es querer repetirlo, pues cada instante compartido es inolvidable, si hubiese sabido que todo eso iba a pasar, no hubiera dudado en quererlo experimentar a tu lado.

Fue maravilloso, único. ¿Con quién compartir cada palabra que tú mi sol, me regalaste un día? "Cielo, amor, hada, hermosa etc...." si nadie más que tú y yo sabemos lo que pasó.

Forrada de lindos recuerdos y palabras me quedo yo, complacida de que me hayas elegido para hacerte feliz, aunque solo fueran unos cuantos días.

¿Será que aún comprendes la hermosura del cielo cuando me ves?... Cuando quise darme cuenta, cosas inesperadas sucedieron, la única opción: distanciarnos, y fue ahí donde me encontré caminando sola, confundida.

Aunque me dolió, me propuse ignorar muchos comentarios y actitudes, y de esa manera aceptar lo que pasaba, me resta ahora tratar de encontrar mi equilibrio, convenciéndome de que es mejor así, pero cada noche me duele recordar, te echo de menos, no te puedo olvidar.

Cada día busco tu sonrisa para que me devuelva la mía... Sonrisa que permitía imaginar cosas hermosas que podría vivir a tu lado, pero creo que solo fue eso, imaginación.

Mutilado quedó mi corazón cuando supe que no eras para mí, pero que fuerte corazón, ya que muerto te sigue amando y cada uno de los pedacitos tratan de unirse con la esperanza de que lo vuelvas a tocar, de volverte a escuchar diciendo que me puedes amar.

Fue por ti que mi vida cambió, cuando pensé que no saldría el sol, llegaste tú a tomar su lugar.

Sembraste una esperanza en mí, de algo mejor, de mucho amor, pero solo así quedó, pues esa idea no creció... Será que me enamoré de una idea y no de una realidad... Viví un amor callado, que cada día que pasaba quería gritarlo, sacarlo de mí, pues aumentaba con cada mirada, con cada palabra, con cada roce...

Muchos días me pregunté ¿Por qué Dios te puso en mi camino? y ahora parece que solo nos quiere lejos uno del otro... Pero entiendo porqué sucedió así, aún tengo un deseo...

Y no es volver a escuchar "Te amo o te quiero", sino... un "Te amé o te quise"... ¿Será que sucedió? No encuentro mi sol, su brillo se está opacando... Yo cielo me estoy nublando.

ANONIMO

At last the covert aims of New Labour are being revealed: an inexorable slide towards Communism and a Totalitarian State.     Millions of new employees in the civil and public sector since 1979.   Millions being paid not to work at all.    Thousands of immigrants living off the State.   Areas where increasing proportions of the inhabitants are employed by the State.   Those who have worked conscientiously and saved for their old age being penalised and taxed - overtly and covertly - so that the non-productive people can live off the State and take it easy.   The finance sector conning the Government out of money and using it  for their own ends.   The Police going it alone and attacking the roots of democracy.   Villains who serve only a few months of their sentences before being let loose.   Organisations being supported by the State - regardless of how badly they did their jobs.   Convince me Democracy as we knew it is not in its death throes.   To be replaced with ..... what?   Rewards for failure?    Increasing numbers of non-productive people living off the State?   Dependency on a 'womb to tomb' society.   A political  ethos that believes all problems can be solved by politicians throwing other people's money at problems - with no positive benefits!        Stifling of initiative and dearth of individual maturity.   

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Personally my favorite video of her's has always been "The Boy is Mine" but hey her comeback song aint half bad!!!

I just wanted to say hello. I am a new member and I'm so glad that this site exists! I love browsing and finding amazing artwork and ideas. Keep up the great work everyone :)

A ti mi Sol

Dime qué hago con esto que queda dentro mío, que después de no tenerte y cada vez que te veo sale sin permiso y una vez más, estoy rendida a ti.

Con una sola mañana en que amanecí a tu lado, bastó para saber que me estaba enamorando de ti.

Así, sin querer, solo sucedió, porque el primer día que te vi tu sonreír y tu mirada me cautivaron, ese brillo espectacular en tu rostro jamás lo percibí en nadie más, y que hasta la fecha sigue siendo en lo que pienso al final del día y lo primero cuando despierto.

Cada vez que sueño contigo, me gusta imaginar que duermes pensando en mí, una idea vaga de lo que quisiera que fuera.

Recordar lo que vivimos juntos, es querer repetirlo, pues cada instante compartido es inolvidable, si hubiese sabido que todo eso iba a pasar, no hubiera dudado en quererlo experimentar a tu lado.

Fue maravilloso, único. ¿Con quién compartir cada palabra que tú mi sol, me regalaste un día? "Cielo, amor, hada, hermosa etc...." si nadie más que tú y yo sabemos lo que pasó.

Forrada de lindos recuerdos y palabras me quedo yo, complacida de que me hayas elegido para hacerte feliz, aunque solo fueran unos cuantos días.

¿Será que aún comprendes la hermosura del cielo cuando me ves?... Cuando quise darme cuenta, cosas inesperadas sucedieron, la única opción: distanciarnos, y fue ahí donde me encontré caminando sola, confundida.

Aunque me dolió, me propuse ignorar muchos comentarios y actitudes, y de esa manera aceptar lo que pasaba, me resta ahora tratar de encontrar mi equilibrio, convenciéndome de que es mejor así, pero cada noche me duele recordar, te echo de menos, no te puedo olvidar.

Cada día busco tu sonrisa para que me devuelva la mía... Sonrisa que permitía imaginar cosas hermosas que podría vivir a tu lado, pero creo que solo fue eso, imaginación.

Mutilado quedó mi corazón cuando supe que no eras para mí, pero que fuerte corazón, ya que muerto te sigue amando y cada uno de los pedacitos tratan de unirse con la esperanza de que lo vuelvas a tocar, de volverte a escuchar diciendo que me puedes amar.

Fue por ti que mi vida cambió, cuando pensé que no saldría el sol, llegaste tú a tomar su lugar.

Sembraste una esperanza en mí, de algo mejor, de mucho amor, pero solo así quedó, pues esa idea no creció... Será que me enamoré de una idea y no de una realidad... Viví un amor callado, que cada día que pasaba quería gritarlo, sacarlo de mí, pues aumentaba con cada mirada, con cada palabra, con cada roce...

Muchos días me pregunté ¿Por qué Dios te puso en mi camino? y ahora parece que solo nos quiere lejos uno del otro... Pero entiendo porqué sucedió así, aún tengo un deseo...

Y no es volver a escuchar "Te amo o te quiero", sino... un "Te amé o te quise"... ¿Será que sucedió? No encuentro mi sol, su brillo se está opacando... Yo cielo me estoy nublando.

ANONIMO

I've rarely felt so proud of my countrymen. The ferocity and the universality of the reaction to l'affaire Green has had me snorting with joy over my newspapers - much to the bewilderment of my fellow Eurostar travellers.

I had feared that the nation would give an indifferent shrug, concluding that all MPs are probably guilty of something or other, and that no one should be above the law. But not a bit of it. The phone-ins have been fizzing with anger. The BBC's Nick Robinson very decently admitted that he had been overwhelmed by hundreds of incandescent emails from viewers who felt he had been too soft on the government and police.

Every newspaper, without exception, has nodded at Michael Martin's great predecessor, Speaker Lenthall ("May it please your Majesty, I have neither eyes to see, nor tongue to speak in this place, but as this House is pleased to direct me, whose servant I am.") Most of them ran the famous depiction of the scene.

And there I was fretting that no one else cared (apart from my fellow Roundhead, Douglas Carswell). I had started to worry that my belief in the supremacy of Parliament was an antiquarian eccentricity, a Whig affectation. Now, though, it turns out that lurking in the shallows of our collective consciousness is a profound belief that supreme power should be wielded by our elected representatives. As Enoch Powell put it: "Parliament is a word of magic and power in this country".

The episode vindicates many of this blog's campaigns. It is harder than it was last week to argue against a tilt in the balance of power from the executive to the legislature, or against democratic control of the police, or against the resignation of Michael Martin. Let's start with that last: Douglas, not for the first time, has taken up one of my ideas and, on his blog, offers ten reasons why the Speaker must resign. He might have added an eleventh: Gorbals Mick's refusal to wear the traditional wig. It may seem like a small thing, but it indicated an extraordinary presumption: a belief that he was bigger than the job, that he had no need to aspire to the grandeur of his predecessors. Last week, we saw the logical culmination of that arrogance.

If MPs want to restore their standing in the nation, they should start by putting a man in the chair who will embody and champion the dignity of their chamber.

WHY YOU KEEP TALKIN BACK TO ME?

5:12 pm HEY CHIEF JUDGE, I know they don't og back that far, keep taking note I got this, who loves you baby... Mouth ful;l of Catfish, cn't talk, eating GOOD though, I love you baby baby...

If Debbie were here... SHE would shout... WE DID IT BABY! WE DID IT...

YOU KNOW I AM CRYING IF YOU SEE HIS FACE...