This could only happen to me. I have the worst track record with blind dates.
My friend Sheila insists she has the perfect guy for me, so I reluctantly agree to meet him for coffee. His name is Kurt, he is an Electrical Engineer all sounds ok so far. So she tells us both when and where to meet and tells him what color shirt I would be wearing. A Thursday night seems like a good choice since we always have the excuse of work in the morning if not going well and if it does go well only one day to be tired before the weekend not too bad if we stay to late.
So the plan is 6:00 pm meet at the local coffee house, I got there at 5:45 pm so I could watch for him. Before I know it 6:30 is here and he approaches, no apologies for being late and seriously checking me out. He sits down and we chat a few minutes his phone rings he actually takes the call and tells the caller he is with me and says yeah she is good looking and tells them thanks but the escape call that they planned is not needed. He talked on the phone for 10 more minutes about the other girls he was mature dating and his day, then actually tells the caller, that he will call them back in 15 minutes that he is going to get a coffee and talk to me for a minute and schedule a date for the weekend so he can head over to meet some friends for dinner. Needless to say I did not hesitate to leave while he was on the phone, I wonder how long it took him to notice.
I couldn’t hold it anymore. It was the sixth time he was asking me out in a span of one week. I didn’t see the point of dating him given that I missed anything connecting us. Anyway,I went to this three-star he’d said was his best, sat( annoyed as I was for his lateness) and ordered a smoothie. I was expecting a groomed gentleman, probably in a three piece, and I would be lying not to admit how awe-struck I was to see him in a faded blue jeans and a yellow t-shirt,carrying fresh dripping flowers Harrogate. He came to my table then looked around, all but silent, and I looking at him askance. Before even apologizing for keeping me parked, he went down on his left knee,took my hand and said beseechingly:
Its funny that I said yes after two months.
For many years Hibbingstons Department Store was one of the most popular retail establishments located in Whipporsville. Generations of families purchased household goods, toys and clothing from Hibbingstons because of the great service and prices that were offered there.
One day the town of Whipporsville contacted the owners of Hibbingstons and informed them they would like to construct a parking lot on the spot where Hibbingstons stood. After the owners of the store agreed to sell the property to the town for lots of money, plans were put into motion for the town to demolish the building.
When the day Hibbingstons was to be demolished arrived many longtime customers assembled across the street to watch. A commercial demolition company came and tore down the building in less than two days.
A month later the owners of Hippington’s opened a new, smaller store down the street, which pleased many Whipporsville residents.
Hi, I’m Tamara and I have a story I want to tell you. It all started during summer break a few months ago. I had the perfect summer planned, I was going to work, hangout with friends, and participate in the circus workshops (There is very little to do in my town.). Babysitting for the Lawson’s was a great summer job , but after work me and my crew would find something to do.
On,one of our trips to we went to Club Live, Jamie, Michael, Sarah, and George, were dressed to impressed. Once we were onside the club we immediately begin dancing and drinking. A few hours later my friends left but I chose to stay with Byron, he was 24, six foot five, and muscle. I thought he was all that. I went to the lady room and returned to a,long island ice tea, then soon after I remember much. I woke up the next morning with scratches and bruises all over my body. I manage to walk home, despite being in pain, and found my parents to be upset, but after seeing my face mom grab the car keys and took me to the hospital. The doctor ran several test and told me I was okay . He also said many rape victims are not as blessed as I was. During the drive back home I started to thinking what would of happen if I left with my friends or if I had not went to that club at all.
Quartz, the hard crystalline mineral, makes up 12% of the Earth’s crust, This rock star mineral plays a major role in scientific research, jewelry and manufacturing. But quartz doesn’t stop there. Some rare varieties of quartz are quite valuable while other forms of the mineral are almost as cheap as dirt. And that is just part of its magic. The chemist’s call silicon dioxide and the common folks call it silica sand.
There’s not much need for broken things in today’s quest for disposal everything, but that’s not the way nature works. Broken down quartz crystals, thanks to the work of the wind and water, turn themselves into one of the most useful products in the world. Silica or silicon dioxide contains tiny granules of quartz, and these little babies make their home in most of the non-tropical parts of the world. Quartz, the magic mineral, has many faces, and each face has something positive to say in their world of wonder.
Self expression is highly important to me. I love to work with all types of media at every turn. Given a chance, I also prefer to experiment with new types of media. I love traditional paints and other types of fun ways to create color on canvas or on my chosen frame. The really fun part comes from using new media that are otherwise unknown to many people. This may include rare paints in rare colors. It can also include items such as recycled glass media that are otherwise often not seen. I love the idea of taking something that someone has used before and creating an entirely new thing from it. This makes me very excited and often quite happy. I love working with new things and new ideas. My aim is to use my art to help create emotions for people and help them share my joy.
I drove along after the heavy snow had finally melted away except for a few gray dirty piles that had been piled up at the side of the road. I was glad that the snow was finally disappearing.
As I got on the road going towards my daughters house I noticed my car had started t shake. It wasn’t shaking a lot, but I still got out and checked to see if I had a low or loose tire. I worried that a more serious problem was going on with my car.
When I got to my daughter’s house I ask my son-in-law to look at my car. When I told him my problem. He said that it wasn’t a problem with my car but that the snow had damaged the road. The road because of the weather had developed porous pavement and the county hadn’t got out to do any porous permeable paving. I was so relieved my car wasn’t tearing up.