is a little weird because the Sabres fans are cheering for their team and also cheering anytime Patrick Kane does something worthwhile, even if it’s to the detriment of the Sabres.
Things to do before I move: pay my library fines. (Oops.)
Eh, I think I forgot to pay mine before I moved out of Muncie. Hope that doesn’t keep me from getting that expensive piece of paper next year.
RYEN, LOOK!
I do. I have no explanation for it - I am inexplicably attracted to Jewish men!
ME. TOO. OMG.
I like to call this the Birthday Week of Shame.
Roughly nine months after Valentine’s Day. I guess I’d just like to thank my mother and father for… let’s not even go down that road.
I was wondering why so many of my friends have birthdays this week! I guess if I just would have done the math…
HA! Justin’s is Thursday.
WANT.
HAS THIS BEEN RELEASED YET?! I know it’s sometime in November. My mother wants to buy it for me for Christmas; I refuse to wait that long. I’m buying it myself ASAP. :D
It comes out tomorrow.
Guess who’s buying this first thing tomorrow? THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE.
It is heartening to see how many people still wear their poppies with pride in an age when some may be inclined to forget the huge debt we owe all who serve and have served in our armed forces, past and present.
However much some may disapprove of what our servicemen have been called upon to do in our name over recent decades, the last people who should bear the brunt of that disapproval are the soldiers, sailors and airmen who put their lives on the line every day in places far away from the support of their families and friends.
Service men and women who die in Afghanistan or Iraq are just as dead as those who laid down their lives in the trenches of Ypres or the Normandy landings.
Objections to our participation in those current theatres of conflict should never lead the objectors to do other than support the men and women who signed up to defend us and their country and are thereafter obliged to go wherever they are sent.
We hear daily stories of enormous bravery on the part of our troops who sacrifice their lives for their comrades and to help the oppressed citizens of other countries.
It is as much for them as for our fallen ancestors in the two world wars that I wear my poppy with pride. It is a small gesture, but it is one that, I am delighted to say, is holding firm across all ages.
I believe that as long as we honour those who fought and died for our survival and freedom, then we will continue to value that freedom both for ourselves and others.
My father survived the Second World War. He was a non-commissioned officer in the Royal Army Service Corps. While doing some research, I recently found the supporting documentation for the British Empire Medal he received in 1943.
It read: “In the early stages and throughout the North African campaign he set a very fine example of hard work and cheerfulness under all conditions and even under heavy bombing.”
He was no different to thousands of other servicemen who simply got on with it then and get on with it now, because to do otherwise would be to let their colleagues and their country down.
Let us wear our poppies for them as well as those who have gone before in our name.
Mario Wedding Cake
This is amazing
Oh my Gaaaawd, who made this and will they be willing to make it again someday?!?!
NO THANK YOU.
Also, “One size fits most.” Really? Who’s left out, Jabba the Hutt?
DAVID TEN-INCH. TV SHOW SET IN CHICAGO. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS: ME STALKING THE SET WHEN THEY FILM HERE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
