It was our Movie Day yesterday
and new cardboard poses also,
not to mention we saw it in 3D
and The Dine-In Area for some
of the movies is pretty cool from
the food menu too.
Although it maybe pricy from
all of the items including the
milkshakes and whatever,
but we can do this
more often whenever we go
see our next movie like the ones
I cannot wait for (except for
“47 Meters Down” that’s another
shark movie after we had
“The Shallows” last year in 2016).
Look for the review posted afterwards,
also “Transformers: The Last
Knight” (2017) is our Movie Date
with my Aunty Ka’anela Holcomb’s
sons Steele & Colt when it plays in theaters on Wednesday June 21, 2017
but on a weekend just like we
did for “Transformers: Age Of
Extinction” back in Summer 2014.
(Brings back those memories when
I saw the very first original one
that had Shia LeBouf & Megan
Fox who only did the second one
back in 2007 with my
Uncle Dennis Inn).
My Aunty Terri Meza would
love The Dine-In at “AMC Theaters”,
especially my Uncle Gary Bearfb Miller
too since they have nice
cheeseburgers that are good also!!!
Tears are streaming down my face as I write this. On May 8th we found out that my beautiful Aria, who I rescued off the streets of LA after she was hit by a car 13 years ago has bone cancer. By the time the cancer showed up, it had already spread throughout her body. Since then, every day I have cried without her knowing, and I know it’s been as equally difficult on John. We told Leo this weekend and he kept trying to figure out why she had to get cancer and what gave it to her. It was not an easy discussion. He loves Aria so much and she loves him. People she has known and loved have been contacted and have been coming to see her, she can only handle one visit a day. Today, she seems in more pain, so additional meds have been added. The time is fast approaching (much faster than I had hoped for), when I will have to do right by her. Our hearts are breaking. I’m about to have to say good-bye for now to my beautiful girl <3 Not today, but very, very soon. We will not allow her to suffer. I know when she is ready, she will tell us <3 Thank you Lydia Hiby - Animal Communicator for your accuracy, love and compassion all these years with my babies. You're the best!
Thank you all for the birthday wishes yesterday. While I can’t express my gratitude to each and every one of you individually, please know I’ve read every post and Facebook comment and I am so touched by the HBs, virtual cakes, and emoticons.
The day turned out to be one of the stranger May 27s of my life. Jean and I are still in a critical state of continental topsy-turvy after about 20 hours spent flying home from Amsterdam (due to the cruise schedule and an early departure time, we saw nothing of the city apart from the dawn-dark drive from the port to the airport). So, I spent the majority of my birthday sleeping, alternated with household chores, cat-cuddling, and running around trying to finalize the sale of our Georgia house. Call me Mr. Groggy. Our sleep schedule is still erratic, but thankfully, we’ve got the long weekend to catch up.
Today, I hope to finally replace my dead laptop, after being computer-less for more than a month. Eventually, I’ll get back to a regular writing schedule and, hopefully, bring The Quivering Pen blog back to life. Until then, it’s rest, relaxation and more cat-cuddling. One more thing: if you’ve recently sent me an IM or an email and I haven’t responded, please know I’m not ignoring you. It’s quite likely your message got lost in the buildup of unread emails (12,000 and counting…). If I still haven’t gotten back to you by next week, feel free to give me a nudge.
David of Groggenstein
I’m jet-lagged, unshaven, and weary, but so damn happy to be home to Argyle House in Butte, Montana. As is Ash the cat (that dark blob you see on my lap). He’s been jonesing for a lap dance for two weeks and so I had to comply (willingly, of course). Happy golden memories of Europe still abound–I’ve written them all down in my journal for a forthcoming essay–and I will be posting more photos from Holland in the coming days, but for now, I just wanted everyone to know we made it back to the States safe and sound. Despite the blistering heat, some lousy tour guides (I’m looking at YOU, Henry of Kinderdjik) and some surprisingly “meh” food on board the ship, I had the time of my life in Hungary, Austria, Germany and Holland.
P.S. Those papers in my hand? They’re the documents for closing on our house in Georgia. We’ve been trying to sell the house for 9 years, and now the day has finally arrived. Happy Friggin’ Birthday to me!!
On the authority of ‘Abdullahi ibn Mas’ud (May Allah be pleased with him) who said that the Messenger of Allah who spoke the truth and who was believed to be telling the truth said: “The parts that make man are collected for forty days as a drop of seed, then, the parts become a clot of thick blood for forty more days, then the parts become a lump of flesh for forty more days.
Then the Angel is sent by Allah to blow soul into him and then he is commanded with four words about his deeds, the length of his life, his share of life, and whether he will be unhappy or happy.
By Allah, there is no God but He, one of you may do the deeds of those who deserve paradise until he is only one cubit from it. then, what has been decreed from overcomes him so that he may do the deeds of those who deserve Hell and enter it.
And one of you may do the deeds of those who deserve Hell until he only one cubit from it. Then, what has been decreed for him overcomes him so that he may do the deeds of those who deserve Paradise and enter it.”
Oh Allah, in your light we strive, in your mercy we shelter, in your abundance blessings we crave on. Forgive us all and gifted us with Aljanatul Firdaus.. #Amiin.
Although the Bible does not specifically address church growth, the principle of church growth is the understanding that Jesus said, “I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it” (Matthew 16:18). Paul confirmed that the church has its foundation in Jesus Christ (1 Corinthians 3:11). Jesus Christ is also the head of the church (Ephesians 1:18-23) and the church’s life (John 10:10). Having said that, it should be remembered that “growth” can be a relative term. There are different kinds of growth, some of which have nothing to do with numbers.
A church can be alive and growing even though the number of members/attendees is not changing. If those in the church are growing in the grace and knowledge of the Lord Jesus, submitting to His will for their lives, both individually and corporately, that is a church that is experiencing true growth. At the same time, a church can be adding to its rolls weekly, have huge numbers, and still be spiritually stagnant.
A year ago today I was sitting in The Trunk Space parking lot on Grand crying to Christopher Gerber about how I felt like I wasn’t doing anything important, necessary, or impactful with my life. My grandma’s death was still weighing heavy on my heart and I couldn’t help but feel like I was letting her down by not contributing more to my local and global communities. Through gentle but firm and sincere encouragement, he kicked me out of the nest and my journey began.
I drove out of town crying my eyes out, listening to/screaming Foghat’s “Slow Ride” out at my beloved desert. I saw Shyla and Keith on the road out, and a year later, I’m back in this city I love, my precious Phoenix, looking back at all that’s happened with my best friend by my side.
I have scraped the bottom of the barrel, been rocked by grief, racked with guilt, forgotten, remembered, discarded, discovered, and made to feel worthy of the efforts of the life I’m trying to live. Some days I fall short and other days I feel like I’m catapulting into my future life so fast I can’t take note of all that’s happening.
IHEEDŃ TO EVERYONE THAT HAS CONTRIBUTED TO MY EXISTENCE IN THIS MOMENT.
After my grandma/mama walked on, I tried in more ways than one to follow her out. I’m proud to say that because of her, friends like Gerbs, and because of y’all, I’m here, fighting the fights I was meant to, supporting the people I’m supposed to, loving with all of my heart, surviving, and thriving in the way all my mamas hoped I would.
The unknown is scary but I’m so glad I’ve walked into the fray, unsuspecting, and game for all that’s to come. Y’all brought me here. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m alive, and I exist because of, and for you.
As a Bahá’í who believes that all major faiths and human beings are spiritual and one in their essence, I will always strive to be a ‘defender of the victims of oppression’ irrespective of background. When I see people being bullied or marginalised, immediately I am provoked to not be one of the silent majority who stands by. Members of my own faith get persecuted by some governments who profess to be muslims, but that won’t change the fact that I believe in justice and in ‘seeing with my own eyes’ on a given matter, never tarring all with the same brush. In the current climate innocent muslims, ordinary men and women, are victims from all sides, afraid for their own lives and increasingly being blamed for something they have no part of. Listen to Guz Khan here and think a little deeper. It is a complex, difficult time we live in, but we people were born for this time.
#WeGotThis #MuslimsArePeople #HumanityIsOne
The last 2 days were really great. I learned so much from so many people.I was honored to have the opportunity to put on a workshop for people on how to make rocking videos.
At a rocked out vintage industrial masterpiece of a huge penthouse that sits on top of Las Vegas. To describe it as stunning would be an understatement. Huge thanks to John Spencer Ellis and Kelli Ellis (love the style of the place!) for everything.
Met so many awesome great people.
I’d tag you all but I am shot (it’s 2:30 AM east coast time! 🙂 )
Looking forward to executing.
Seriously, Netflix has announced to little old me that they have Season 12 of Supernatural ready for viewing. When I last left Supernatural, God and his sister had some making up to do and the Winchester boys were given the return of their mother Mary. I haven’t caught it since then. A pox and a voodoo doll upon you who tell me any, any, any spoilers. My evil Teddy Bear is watching and promises vengeance. Caught the news as well, Supernatural is going into Season 13. For those who love the show, how long can this show go on? Seriously (times 2) I do love Supernatural.
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