Argh!

caption, please.

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fill in the blanks

"I'm having _______ soup with ____!"

-- ____ ______

Who said...?

"Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger..."

Happy Birthday to Mr. Incredulous!

Shafer is Eight today!

Happy Birthday, Small Wonder.

Shafe the Waif

A face only a mother could love...

We're late! We're late! for a very important date!

Happy birthday to the best Papa in the whole wide world!

We love you. More than you can possibly know.

does anyone happen to know where the post title comes from?

for RoBear

"What I do and what I dream include thee,

as the wine must taste of its own grapes..."

~E.B.Browning

EBB: Sonnett XXIX I think of thee!

I had decided I'd post a love poem every day, but hadn't chosen them yet, when I saw that Beatrice posted one of EBB's lovely sonnets. Ah, yes! You just can't get any better than those sonnets...so here's a favorite of mine. btw, someone had a thread going on 'long distance relationships,' and I don't know how that dialogue ended, but if you want to know how the Browning's relationship was affected by long distance, just read Sonnets from the Portugese. They'll knock your socks off. (My Little Portugese was Robert's nickname for Elizabeth. The sonnets are not written in a foreign language. ;-)

I think of thee!--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee,
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered everywhere!
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee--I am too near thee.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(belated) Poem Sunday: Yeats

He wishes for the cloths of heaven

Had I the heavens embroidered cloths
Enwrought with golden and silver light
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

~William Butler Yeats

...Be Mine...

Happy Valentine's Week!

Me and LG

This is me with my tortoise, LG. I found him at Grama'nGrandpa's, and grandpa carved my initials in his shell so that people would know it was mine.

(click to enlarge)

Poem Sunday: Stevenson

The Celestial Surgeon

If I have faltered more or less
In my great task of happiness;
If I have moved among my race
And shown no glorious morning face;

If beams from happy human eyes
Have moved me not; if morning skies,
Books, and my food, and summer rain
Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:

--Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take
And stab my spirit broad awake;
Or, Lord, if too obdurate I,
Choose thou, before that spirit die
A piercing pain, a killing sin,
And to my dead heart run them in.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

i call it ---

regatta by e

by egreen

Mark Twain on Domestic Strife and Politics

I thoroughly disapprove of duels. I consider them unwise and I know they are dangerous. Also, sinful. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet retired spot and kill him.
- Autobiography of Mark Twain

Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.
- Mark Twain, a Biography

~hat tip to ro-bear

everywhere.

snow is falling.