Laughing.out.loud about the pictures. I have no explanation. God simply does not want you to see my photos.
Sometimes it's $50 to taste stuff! But I'm no longer invited because #gluten. I'll try for the next one though because it sounds like a pretty awesome gig.
The last time I went indoor rock climbing was over the summer and it was SOO hot. Honestly, I was miserable the whole time.
Laughing.out.loud again. You are totally right in thinking that ‘working on our shape’ is fitness related. However, you are completely wrong. My whole life I never realized how that phrase is probably misinterpreted all the time. It’s working on our "defensive shape." For example, if the ball is on the left side, the entire defensive unit has to shift ( to
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I don't know why. Also, I can relate because it’s not uncommon for people to call me Brad via email.
• Bonjour Pierre! You are so lucky to have Cody as your new best friend. He likes to ride bikes and take pictures.
• The best run ever? That's a bold statement, but it sounds pretty great!
• How'd you know I wouldn't know what Hobbinton was? Despite my lack of LOTR knowledge, I would be pretty excited about that too.
• I’m dying to hear about this mysterious outing.
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I think I say, "for sure" a lot. I'm sure there are other words I use too often. When/if you notice, you'll have to tell me. Also, hyperboles are the absolute best and my most favorite thing in the universe. But really, I use hyperboles more often than I care to
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I’m slowly eating all the noncompliant food in my pantry.
I was supposed to visit my sister and Craig this weekend but they’re both sick, so I may have told them flights were super full and I couldn’t make it.
A few friends came over yesterday for Valentine’s Day. Out of the blue, Nichole called me and normally I wouldn’t answer because I was hosting, but I decided to anyways. She had just found out one of her good friend passed away in a car accident. It took awhile for me to figure out what was going on because she was in hysterics. But eventually, she told me the news. Nichole was on her way home but pulled over because she couldn’t drive anymore so I tried to calm her down.
After I got off the phone with Nichole, I started thinking about the message from church on Sunday. The guest speaker was talking about heaven and how great it is. Then he started mentioning all the things that won’t be in heaven—all normal stuff.
I started thinking about my favorite things on earth because one of them just happened. Not only did I help Nichole get home safely, but I reminded her of God’s goodness and
Hobbit Essay: Emerging Hero Is Bilbo Baggins, from The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien a lonely hobbit or is he the most heroic hero there is? Bilbo learns that he is capable of doing many things during his adventure, learning many things that were hidden away from his great ancestors on the Tookish side. Bilbo learns from Thorin and the other dwarves how to be courageous, heroic and intelligent, but above all else how to lead the expedition into the great unknown with a victory. His traits and will to learn stand out to the other dwarves who later begin to admire his greatness.
A hero is somone who is brave and selfless Bilbo Baggins is the epitome of a hero. According to Joseph Campbell “17 Stages of the Monomyth,” there will be a call to adventure. From the very beginning of the novel the narrator makes it clear that going on adventures is something that hobbits don't engage in. However, Bilbo after refusing to at first decided to go on the journey. Going on the journey he left his comfort zone put himself in danger, and potentially lost respect from all of the other hobbits. Like the typical hero in literature he made a sacrifice in order to help the dwarves. In many ways Biblo differs from heroes in Greek and Roman mythology. I noticed the vast majority of the heroes in Greek and Roman mythology tend to be warriors,
My Fluffy, Yellow Rear-End "Hey, look at his butt!" Jack whispers, sending his friends into ceaseless bouts of giggles. After fifteen minutes of meticulously planned instruction, the group of five-year-olds retained one idea: Winnie-the-Pooh's hindquarters were much more entertaining than learning about hand hygiene. I demonstrate proper handwashing techniques once more, while my pride, and the minute remnants of Vaseline on my hand, make a Usain Bolt-like dash towards the drain of the polished metal basin. As a teenager, fitting in was an enigma in itself.
In this essay, I will be analyzing a character from the play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. By seeing how intense the passion was between Romeo and Juliet in this play, it’s not hard to see that the main theme of this play is love. The character that I will be analyzing will be Tybalt. The tension between Tybalt and Romeo was significant. So much so, that Romeo killed Tybalt later in the play which resulted in him being tossed into exile by the prince. What indirectly caused this fatal encounter was when Romeo attended the Capulet’s ball and Tybalt wasn’t too happy about his presence. In this essay, I will go into more detail about the two ways how Tybalt affected the outcome of this play.
Alright, we all know that Newt was hopping mad at WICKED and never once forgot it, but let’s talk about some other stuff that he didn’t forget: - How to be a good mom - I know this sounds like another dumb “mama newt” thing (which, enjoyable as it is, is a pretty huge exaggeration), but he genuinely is a good big, caring brother. Remember how he found Tommy and gave him a blanket? Well, he kept that from his mum. His mum would put blankets over him and Lizzy when they fell asleep. I guarantee this boy made sure all his Glader-babies were tucked in (except maybe Gally).
2. Hyperbole is the use of over-exaggeration to make a point. Find and write down the quote from Jilly Dos Santos that employs hyperbole. Does this line effectively communicate her feelings about the situation she faced? Why or why not?
Yes, the characters are written realistically; the story wouldn’t be so popular if readers couldn’t identify with them. They aren’t just noble, stouthearted heroes in a story full of sunshine, they get hungry, wet, tired, scared, and they complain, just like any human being. They make mistakes and have to answer for them, they look up to others, such as Thorin or Gandalf, only to have them leave or pass away so that they must figure things out on their own. I’ve felt all those things: hungry, wet, tired, scared, confused, and sad. And I also felt the emotions along with them as I read; it felt as if I were one of their company.
People always have more potential than it looks. That’s because people can have talents that can change the world. Some people look like ordinary people, but they may be more special than you think. Once, I was at the park. Lots of people were there, but one person caught my eye.
The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien, is centered on Bilbo Baggins, the classical hero who starts out as an average hobbit in an immense world, goes on an adventure and begins find his special gifts that are unique to him, and returns to his old way of life having been changed forever. Bilbo Baggins is a very respectable hobbit living in the Shire. He is just a tiny speck in the vast expanse of Middle Earth and what lies beyond. By a rule, hobbits are to strive for respect from their fellow hobbits. Consequently, it is extremely rare and looked down upon for a hobbit such as Bilbo to venture out of his comfortable hobbit hole and embark on an "adventure". In Bilbo's own words, adventures are "nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!" So like a classical hero, Bilbo starts out as an everyman denying any sort of adventures that come his way.
That’s it, it’s all over. Dump out all the encyclopedias and self-help books. Trash every computer, IPad, smart phone, and learning tool in sight. Finally, humans will only require a single piece of technology in order to learn every skill needed to function in society. And no, it’s not a ground-breaking invention that has been magically transported from the future; it was invented decades ago in 1927.
It feels like not so long ago now that I was dreaming of becoming a nun, but now the red spots on my skin are beginning to turn black. The Black Death has reached me; not even God Himself can help me now. I have decided to leave this letter in the vague hope that someone will be able to tell my dear family, and most importantly, my dear friend, Juliet, of my death. I haven’t heard from them since I left the night of a large party, where I fought intensely with my mother about how I’m more drawn to women rather than the men she kept pushing at me. I grew up alongside Juliet in the Capulet manor as I was only a few years older than her.
It was an opportunity to communicate the grace, love, and forgiveness of God to her. Sharing my similar experience with my spouse, allowed me to communicate hope that as she allows Jesus to enter into the situation, He wants to bring healing to her marriage. Instead of the route of divorce, that she had been contemplating just a couple weeks prior, the trajectory of her, her husband, and her children’s lives could be changed. Just as I am able to testify of the miracle that God has done in my marriage, hopefully, she will be able to as well. Although she left our meeting with more hope than she entered, restoration doesn’t take place overnight; therefore, my husband and I have made a commitment to this young couple to continue to meet with them and walk with them as they journey through this healing
Gave the worst people the best parts of me Don’t know why it’s so hard for me To tell you not to talk to me Crying ‘till I fall asleep And I’m tired of friends insulting me So I blame myself for falling in love with the wrong woman I question God like what the hell I’m supposed to learn from it
An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.
Thanks to everyone for responding. Ya, you're all right. It is depression. I guess I'm just used to the type where you feel bad and empty inside, not just the emptiness.