Commercial Club, August 4, 1967
To see the names and the enlarged photo, click on the image
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Free Printable Church Welcome Letter
The new latex mattress has come home. Brought it, wrapped in a tight package, a sweaty fat man, unshaven, who fell from a delivery truck.
I got into the bedroom, we remove the seals and in a few seconds, and stretched over the mattress. Veteran Mattress, so we stuck to the wall, still in his holster bunches of blue and white flowers.
Now, again, sleep soundly, but the displaced monitors and dreams of returning to his post. It is feared the worst, has heard talks and the situation is getting tense ...
"I'm sorry rid of it, is still of good use.
"But I can not bear to see him occupying the site. Remove it from my sight!
has dawned and he is still there, standing defiantly on the wall of the room. Know what to expect: To be issued with garbage cans, with remnants of kitchen furniture, broken chairs and other belongings damaged and useless.
When I get home from work, still there ... Again, the woman does not stop it 's boring to mattress:
- Do you want to remove this lump in my sight?
"Okay, I'll get a rope to tie it.
not without effort, achieving the broad ridge bend metal, hitting the head to toe in an almost fetal position. I crawled up the stairs and deposited in the collection point useless. I left there, curled up next to a stroller.
dark when this strange man began to pick up the hood of the stroller and check its resistance. Then he picked up the discarded mattress and clinched the improvised vehicle. And with amazing slowness went away with humming a catchy song stuck in their mouths.
What would be your destination? Sure, in a junkyard, it would remove the metal frame and the rest would be discarded.
sad fate for a domestic mattress. He, who shared and endured many intimacies encounters and will no longer be an object rather than destroyed.
Similar stories happen every day. Unfortunately, it is people discarded.
How easy it is to shoot the street workers who gave years of his effort to the company, and they were replaced by younger, cheaper labor, subsidized low risk and personal involvement.
"Okay, I'll get a rope to tie it.
not without effort, achieving the broad ridge bend metal, hitting the head to toe in an almost fetal position. I crawled up the stairs and deposited in the collection point useless. I left there, curled up next to a stroller.
dark when this strange man began to pick up the hood of the stroller and check its resistance. Then he picked up the discarded mattress and clinched the improvised vehicle. And with amazing slowness went away with humming a catchy song stuck in their mouths.
What would be your destination? Sure, in a junkyard, it would remove the metal frame and the rest would be discarded.
sad fate for a domestic mattress. He, who shared and endured many intimacies encounters and will no longer be an object rather than destroyed.
Similar stories happen every day. Unfortunately, it is people discarded.
How easy it is to shoot the street workers who gave years of his effort to the company, and they were replaced by younger, cheaper labor, subsidized low risk and personal involvement.
is a now defunct band, the Secrets, which made songs like this. In my younger days I liked to hear their songs ... with romantic spot and everything.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Heated Kennel Blankes
Domestic Verses, romances, stories of his grandfather. Mountains of rock
Sit and go slowly ...
grandfather tells me when I urge you to lift. I laugh and say that I have to go to work. But he continues singing a ballad.
Sit down and tell you ...
- Ja, ja, ja ... Sing "I say ... Meanwhile, prepare the breakfast.
is the story of a miller, married ... and his wife ...
Like every Sunday, the church was Isabel. Returning to his home to its sea been told ...
"Sit down, my husband sit down and tell you ... In church this morning, the priest I wanted to walk on foot.
"Let him step on you, let him. and give us plenty to eat.
The following Sunday, again, the church was Isabel.
cure "Father, what you want, in the church can not be. That in my house has need ...
the priest was "peeling the chicken" with the milling excitedly when stuck in the door ...
- Who ...? "She says.
......
priest, Father ... my husband. Where would you hide?
-Put me in the sack and I leaned against the wall. Entering
Joseph through the door first thing you see ... the priest, the Colombian coat and hat kind.
- Isabel !!...¿ What is it that moves, right next to the wall?
-Husband, ½ bushel of wheat, which have brought to ground.
Miller is coming to see what kind of wheat. Tempted crown to cure ...
- Male, father priest, you have come well. The mule mill has become ill and no task to grind.
The shot hopper, one is tied ... and released at three ...
She runs to the church, seemed carrying the devil on his feet.
When the church other day, becomes Isabel, to the sacristy to the priest went to see ...
cure "Father, my husband, that you return home.
"Go home to hell, your husband and you too. Once I went to your house, you put me as a mule to grind ... There lost my shoes and even the toenails ...
Stories like this, tells me, especially the women sang as they performed various tasks in the field collection. Thus, harvesters, grouped into teams spent their time between ballads and songs. The grandfather remembers well the time, with bright memory. And I do not stop to enjoy it when he recalls.
In the 70's, many bands set out to regain popular folk songs. Below, if you like, you can hear a sample.
Sit and go slowly ...
grandfather tells me when I urge you to lift. I laugh and say that I have to go to work. But he continues singing a ballad.
Sit down and tell you ...
- Ja, ja, ja ... Sing "I say ... Meanwhile, prepare the breakfast.
is the story of a miller, married ... and his wife ...
Like every Sunday, the church was Isabel. Returning to his home to its sea been told ...
"Sit down, my husband sit down and tell you ... In church this morning, the priest I wanted to walk on foot.
"Let him step on you, let him. and give us plenty to eat.
The following Sunday, again, the church was Isabel.
cure "Father, what you want, in the church can not be. That in my house has need ...
the priest was "peeling the chicken" with the milling excitedly when stuck in the door ...
- Who ...? "She says.
......
priest, Father ... my husband. Where would you hide?
-Put me in the sack and I leaned against the wall. Entering
Joseph through the door first thing you see ... the priest, the Colombian coat and hat kind.
- Isabel !!...¿ What is it that moves, right next to the wall?
-Husband, ½ bushel of wheat, which have brought to ground.
Miller is coming to see what kind of wheat. Tempted crown to cure ...
- Male, father priest, you have come well. The mule mill has become ill and no task to grind.
The shot hopper, one is tied ... and released at three ...
She runs to the church, seemed carrying the devil on his feet.
When the church other day, becomes Isabel, to the sacristy to the priest went to see ...
cure "Father, my husband, that you return home.
"Go home to hell, your husband and you too. Once I went to your house, you put me as a mule to grind ... There lost my shoes and even the toenails ...
Stories like this, tells me, especially the women sang as they performed various tasks in the field collection. Thus, harvesters, grouped into teams spent their time between ballads and songs. The grandfather remembers well the time, with bright memory. And I do not stop to enjoy it when he recalls.
In the 70's, many bands set out to regain popular folk songs. Below, if you like, you can hear a sample.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Cameltoe Volleyball Spandex
This color gray landscape contains more colorful than many other more diverse. The rocks emerge presumptuous or spill down the hillside.
Traversing the foothills, up a steep and winding road, I could not help stopping to contemplate these limestone formations. Are very suggestive to me of singular beauty, primitive if you will.
The Serrania de Ronda, accessed from the Guadalhorce valley, is the gray of the rock face, but before the forests of pines and firs in the Sierra de las Nieves, showed us their huge green. Is that the contrasts are many. The microclimates occur, as we move from the Mediterranean side kissing the humid sea breezes to another that looks to the interior, where the biting winter and summer burns.
passed this spring pushed the burning fast summer, leaving a bed of cinnamon in the land.
Round Again he broke off and went gray landscape of rocks. In return, more fruits picked rock. Here I shares.
Del Rock Andalusian, we still Triana.
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