Simon wearing a Cavalier hat, he didn't buy it though.
Tamsin having fun at the hat shop with a pirate hat
The Squire and his fair maiden
The Swiss Mountains
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Hilton beach Bora Bora 2005
Yay I had a day off in Bora Bora
Only 24 hours in a day
When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar........and the beer. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous yes. The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else were lost, and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
Weird plant outside my back door
Anyone know the name of this?
Links Go ahead...give them a click
The Man in the Glass Good Guidance for all
THE MAN IN THE GLASS
When you get what you want in your struggle for self,
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn’t your father or mother or wife, whose judgment upon you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people may say you’re a straight shooting chum
And call you a wonderful guy
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.
He’s the fellow to please, never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear up to the end,
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
We man in the garden with Mau's roses
Shays Story
At a fund-raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
children, the father of one of the school's students delivered a speech
that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a
question.
"Everything God does is done with perfection. Yet, my son, Shay, cannot
learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other
children do. Where is God's plan reflected in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I
believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like Shay
into the world, an opportunity to realize the Divine Plan presents
itself. And it comes in the way people treat that child."
Then, he told the following story: Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do
you think they will let me play?" Shay's father knew that most boys
would not want him on their team. But the father understood that if his
son were allowed to play it would give him a much-needed sense of
belonging.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay
could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates.
Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We are
losing by six runs, and the game is in the eighth inning.I guess he can
be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but
was still behind by three.
At the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the
outfield. Although no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just
to be on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him
from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with
two outs and bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base. Shay
was scheduled to be the next at-bat. Would the team actually let Shay
bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all
but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat
properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up
to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball softly so
Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and
Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly
toward Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow
ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have
been out and that would have ended the game.
Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right
field, far beyond reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling,
"Shay, run to first, Run to first." Never in his life had Shay ever made
it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and
startled. Everyone yelled "Run to second, run to second!" By the time
Shay was rounding first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could
have thrown the ball to the second baseman for a tag. But the right
fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions had been, so he threw
the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Shay ran towards
second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases
towards home.
As Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned
him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay
rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay! Run
home!" Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and was cheered as the
hero, for hitting a "grand slam" and winning the game for his team.
"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
"the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of the Divine Plan into
this world."
Dutchmans Pipe vine
blossom and bud
Produce Market in Funchal, Madeira
Funchal is well with a visit if you get a chance
1 comment:
both looking very handsome indeed!!!
love lesxxx
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