pre diabetic meal plan I turned on my Ipod this morning, picking up the shuffle from yesterday where it left off. The first full song I hear is Jethro Tull, Acres Wild from his CD Heavy Horses. Jethro Tull triggers a few memories of growing up. I think of Aqualung and the creepy face my mom would make when we would break out in those rare moments of terribly off key family sing along. The next thing that comes to mind would be the album Heavy Horses, my overall favorite for obvious reasons, and one song specifically. And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps. Not one of his greater known works and perhaps not his greatest, given the grand finale tapers with sounds akin to the hacking of a hairball, but a song I love, again for obvious reasons.
gay dating app forney tx I believe it was our sophomore year of high school, it was definitely English class. There were four of us bent on misbehaving as much as possible that year, our instructor was a bit soft around the edges and the four of us together combined in such a way the word ‘inappropriate’ did us no justice. One of our merrily inappropriate four was not much longer for this world, so this memory is one I think of often and try not to lose as I continue to make more.
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pug procura namorado My original poem received an A-, a very respectable grade. Jethro received an A+++ and verbal praise during which I believe the word amazing was tossed about. She was curious why I had bothered with the pesky A- version of my assignment since Mouse Police was so on point. Spoiler Alert. I explained to her the poem she loved so much was, in fact, the lyrics to rock and roll song. Descriptive, beautiful, well considered prose which painted a picture in my mind and forever changed how I’ve come to view cats, Mouse Police remains to me the epitome of the creative poem. In my opinion, Heavy Horses is one of the most beautifully written albums I’ve had the pleasure to hear. Yes, I am biased because it’s all about nature and animals, but it’s still some incredible, descriptive writing.
free gay dating near traralgon Madison Our teacher had to acquiesce and she went so far as to retract her rant from the day before and accept the existence of artistic value in rock and roll music. I received an A- on my assignment and a warning never to copy from others in the future, full disclosure or not, and a big smile for a point well made.
namorar com homem mais velho Aqualung is still one creepy notch below clowns, evil or otherwise. But as I skate away on the thin of ice of a new day riding a heavy horse across acres wild, I will work hard not to be thick as a brick. Sometimes, the sweetest part of the day springs upward from the imagery someone else plants in your mind. Today, I’m thankful for the things which take me away when I can’t afford to go anywhere and don’t have enough vodka in the house to drink myself someplace new.
Side note: We eventually disrupted this class to the extent she felt she must banish us to the hallway for the remainder of the semester. There are more stories here, another day, perhaps?
RIP my dear friend Shawn Lytle. Maker of trouble and fun, you are forever missed by so many. I still have that Zeppelin T and I can still conjure the image of you wearing my fancy top while we watched your Beta’s fight to the death.