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Fat Babies Have No Pride





fat babies have no pride







    babies
  • The youngest member of a family or group

  • A young or newly born animal

  • (baby) pamper: treat with excessive indulgence; "grandparents often pamper the children"; "Let's not mollycoddle our students!"

  • A very young child, esp. one newly or recently born

  • (baby) a very young child (birth to 1 year) who has not yet begun to walk or talk; "the baby began to cry again"; "she held the baby in her arms"; "it sounds simple, but when you have your own baby it is all so different"

  • (baby) the youngest member of a group (not necessarily young); "the baby of the family"; "the baby of the Supreme Court"





    fat
  • fatten: make fat or plump; "We will plump out that poor starving child"

  • (of an animal bred for food) Made plump for slaughter

  • (of a person or animal) Having a large amount of excess flesh

  • Containing much fat

  • having an (over)abundance of flesh; "he hadn't remembered how fat she was"

  • a soft greasy substance occurring in organic tissue and consisting of a mixture of lipids (mostly triglycerides); "pizza has too much fat"











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Pride and Prejudice - ILLUSTRATED


Pride and Prejudice - ILLUSTRATED



Pride and Prejudice with beautiful illustrations by Charles Edmund Brock adapted for kindle


from wikipedia:

Pride and Prejudice is a novel by Jane Austen, first published in 1813. The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman, living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.
Though the story is set at the turn of the 19th century, it retains a fascination for modern readers, continuing near the top of lists of 'most loved books' such as The Big Read. It has become one of the most popular novels in English literature, and receives considerable attention from literary scholars. Modern interest in the book has resulted in a number of dramatic adaptations and an abundance of novels and stories imitating Austen's memorable characters or themes. To date, the book has sold some 20 million copies worldwide.

Language: English
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Separate chapters: yes
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Interactive Table of Contents: yes
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Illustrations: yes (15)

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"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."
Next to the exhortation at the beginning of Moby-Dick, "Call me Ishmael," the first sentence of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice must be among the most quoted in literature. And certainly what Melville did for whaling Austen does for marriage--tracing the intricacies (not to mention the economics) of 19th-century British mating rituals with a sure hand and an unblinking eye. As usual, Austen trains her sights on a country village and a few families--in this case, the Bennets, the Philips, and the Lucases. Into their midst comes Mr. Bingley, a single man of good fortune, and his friend, Mr. Darcy, who is even richer. Mrs. Bennet, who married above her station, sees their arrival as an opportunity to marry off at least one of her five daughters. Bingley is complaisant and easily charmed by the eldest Bennet girl, Jane; Darcy, however, is harder to please. Put off by Mrs. Bennet's vulgarity and the untoward behavior of the three younger daughters, he is unable to see the true worth of the older girls, Jane and Elizabeth. His excessive pride offends Lizzy, who is more than willing to believe the worst that other people have to say of him; when George Wickham, a soldier stationed in the village, does indeed have a discreditable tale to tell, his words fall on fertile ground.
Having set up the central misunderstanding of the novel, Austen then brings in her cast of fascinating secondary characters: Mr. Collins, the sycophantic clergyman who aspires to Lizzy's hand but settles for her best friend, Charlotte, instead; Lady Catherine de Bourgh, Mr. Darcy's insufferably snobbish aunt; and the Gardiners, Jane and Elizabeth's low-born but noble-hearted aunt and uncle. Some of Austen's best comedy comes from mixing and matching these representatives of different classes and economic strata, demonstrating the hypocrisy at the heart of so many social interactions. And though the novel is rife with romantic misunderstandings, rejected proposals, disastrous elopements, and a requisite happy ending for those who deserve one, Austen never gets so carried away with the romance that she loses sight of the hard economic realities of 19th-century matrimonial maneuvering. Good marriages for penniless girls such as the Bennets are hard to come by, and even Lizzy, who comes to sincerely value Mr. Darcy, remarks when asked when she first began to love him: "It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began. But I believe I must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley." She may be joking, but there's more than a little truth to her sentiment, as well. Jane Austen considered Elizabeth Bennet "as delightful a creature as ever appeared in print". Readers of Pride and Prejudice would be hard-pressed to disagree. --Alix Wilber

Pride and Prejudice with beautiful illustrations by Charles Edmund Brock adapted for kindle


from wikipedia:

Pride and Prejudice is a novel by Jane Austen, first published in 1813. The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman, living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.
Though the story is set at the turn of the 19th century, it retains a fascination for modern readers, continuing near the top of lists of 'most loved books' such as The Big Read. It has become one of the most popular novels in English literature, and receives considerable attention from literary scholars. Modern interest in the book has resulted in a number of dramatic adaptations and an abundance of novels and stories imitating Austen's memorable characters or themes. To date, the book has sold some 20 million copies worldwide.

Language: English
Initials: yes
Separate chapters: yes
Superior Kindle Formatting: yes
Interactive Table of Contents: yes
Lending Allowed: yes
Illustrations: yes (15)

Look for all the "Art & Poetry Publishing" ebook on Amazon!










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I'm Sorry For Every Punch You Threw




I'm Sorry For Every Punch You Threw





I am always apologizing. To friends, to family, to the helpless for not being able to help them, to the abusive for not being good enough, to the weak for running over them, to the plants for starving them.


I have let the longest streams of apology trail behind me and they get longer and heavier every day. I apologize to people who have hurt me as though I deserved it, asked for it, or somehow brought it all on myself. And maybe there are times when this is just. We all invoke trouble on ourselves sometimes. But all the time? No. I am hearing my commenter Kim's words now- her suggestion that my anxiety stems from anger, from rage.

I disputed it hotly. I will hold to much of what I said in response, but I think she got a piece of me right. She got the anger right, but the subject of it wrong. I am not angry at the world or at social convention or at constrictions that make me uncomfortable. I am angry with myself. Me. I hear myself saying I'm sorry for causing others trouble, for making a commotion, for making someone else uncomfortable...I am so sorry to have gotten in your space, for not being perfect, for disappointing your endless expectations. I'm sorry I'm fat, I'm sorry I'm insecure, I'm sorry I have mental illness, I'm sorry I didn't make your spotlight brighter.

Each time I say I'm sorry for someone else's disappointment in me or for someone else's bad trip I see myself prostrate at every one's feet like an inconsequential piece of shit wearing a posture of constant shame. It pisses me off that everyone lets me do it when I think maybe, maybe if someone really loved me or valued me they would tell me to shut the hell up and stop apologizing and maybe they would step up to the plate and offer their own. But really? That's so secondary to the real issue.


The person I'm most pissed off at is myself. Just as it isn't up to my friends and family to pick up my pieces every time I lose a few on the floor of my freak outs, it isn't up to anyone else to tell me to stand up for myself and stop apologizing for the sun setting every day, for lady bugs being crushed under the feet of careless gardeners, or for babies passing away in the night across the world. It is enough to feel those events and to carry them with me everywhere I go.

I have only one person to whom I owe a real apology: myself.

I have let myself down. Not because I am less than perfect. I expect to always be less than perfect. I have let myself down because I kiss other people's shoes when I ought to be standing tall next to them without words. Let uncomfortable silences hang. Let conversation shred into meaningless confetti rather than offer up apologies just to fill the silence. Just to evade the fear I might otherwise have to feel in seeing a difficult moment come to pass.

I am so afraid of being hurt all the time I would rather admit that I must be wrong rather than let someone accuse me of it and then have to refute them and defend myself. I put myself in the losing position before anyone else can.

I wasn't really going to say this tonight, but I see that to get to the next step in redesigning my intentions this year I am going to have to face this and it scares the fucking shit out of me. Here is my boogie man. The bones buried in my back yard. Here is what I have been running from as well as trying to protect.

I am used to disappointing people. I have known what it is to be beat down, beat down, and beat down again. The mark of an abused person is to cower at a suddenly raised arm. It is also the mark of an abused mind that it profusely apologize for any transgressions that may be made later...sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry...I will fail you so I will proffer my apologies now and I will lay on my own head all the curses you may be inspired to slug me with so that you won't have to.

I don't know how to say this. I've never tried to say this before. I have, since I was impossibly young, learned that if I anticipate the pain that will inevitably be inflicted on me by others and instead of letting them do it to me I inflict the pain on myself...it doesn't hurt as much because I'll know what evil is coming.

You want to tell me I'm not good enough? I'll tell myself that right now, I will beat the crap out of my own hope and pride until it hurts so bad that if you come along and actually do tell me I'm not good enough you will have no power because I will have already turned it on myself.

It is such a dangerous way to protect oneself. Extreme and crippling. Sometimes the cure can be as dangerous as the disease.

I have always had a hard time explaining the cutting until this year when I found the words to go along with the instinct that motivated me to saw at my own skin with steak knives. What blow to my solar plexus delivered by someone I trust could be so bad if I have already hurt myself worse? It is a form of controlled pain. It makes the sting of unexpected blows dull by comparison. I can't control you if you want to split my











Near Death Experience




Near Death Experience





I had the "pleasure" of hiking up to Spray park with Justin & Dene and almost died. Right away when we got there Dene asked "Hey Justin...have you ever been hiking with Aaron before?" Justin replied no at which point Dene offered to share her experience telling Justin that I was going to sweat a lot and sound like a dying horse on the trail. Thanks Dene!

Okay, so we start hiking and make it the first 2 miles and I get pretty winded at the point when the trail really starts to climb so I tell Justin to go ahead (Justin isn't even breathing hard) and he tries to save my pride by saying "Oh..you want me to go check on Dene?" Yeah, sure...that sounds good.

I relaxed for about 10 minutes on the trail and then headed back up. I came to a point where the trail broke in two and was pretty sure I needed to go left but not positive so when I got to the top and couldn't find Dene & Justin I got a little concerned. Normally, it wouldn't matter. I would just shoot and meet everyone back at the car after sunset but Justin had the head lamp I was going to borrow to get out of here and I knew it was going to be a bitch in the dark.

I hiked about a mile more than I needed to looking for them and at one point I realized I was being shadowed by 2 marmots. At first I thought they were just being playful but then I realized it was more likely that they were shadowing me waiting for the fat guy to fall so they could chew my toes off for dinner.

I was so concerned about hiking back down in the dark that I didn't even find a good comp. I snapped 4 pictures and headed down the mountain. If you have never been to Spray park it is just over 3 miles (50% uphill) with roots, rocks and a couple bridges along it. No problem going up but going down with no light was close to impossible.

At times I had to shuffle my feet until I hit a root, go around it and then shuffle some more. I twisted my ankle at least 276 times and had to practically crawl a couple times because I could not see ANYTHING. When it got really bad I used the light from my iPhone to try to illuminate the path but that was a joke at best. I made it about 2 miles back down the trail and after almost falling in a stream I seriously considered just curling up in a ball and staying the night on the trail.

I started thinking about how I could fashion a spear to hunt for small animals in case I got hungry. Just when I didn't think I could make it any further, someone came down the trail that had lights and I was able to follow them the rest of the way down. By the time I got back to the car I was close to death. All the muscles I had been using trying to walk blindly in the dark without falling off a cliff were on fire. My lungs & throat were on fire because I had run out of water at the top of the mountain.

I laid down near the car in the dirt and waited for Dene & Justin to show up and while I was laying there something ran across my leg! It was small like a mouse or a baby marmot but whatever it was I was sure was going to try to eat me. Everyone wants a piece of the juicy fat guy!

Finally, Dene & Justin came out of the darkness giggling and hamming it up, obviously enjoying their adventure. I wasn't even going to post a shot because I didn't really get anything good but I needed something to accompany this story because I promised Justin & Dene that I would. Hope you got a laugh or two at my expense. It's a good thing i don't proclaim to be some kind of mountain adventure man...or my rep would certainly be ruined.

I am defiantly going back up here next weekend this time armed with a floodlamp, 3 flashlights and a 6 pack of water bottles strapped to my waist.

Disclaimer: Justin DID try to come looking for me. He wasn't going to let me die on the mountain if he could help it. Dene. on the other hand...cared more about shooting and voted to let me get eaten by marmots. :)









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fat babies have no pride




Cowboy Pride  (Code of the West) (Silhouette Desire, No 1034)






CODE OF THE WEST
"BRENNA NEEDSA A HUSBAND,"
Jed McCall's nephew Tuck told him. Pregnant and alone, Brenna Jamison was back—trying single-handedly to run her father's ranch.
"WE NEED A WIFE,"
Tuck said. If footloose cowboy Jed McCall didn't do something drastic, he would lose custody of the boy. But marriage?
"WHY NOT?"
asked Tuck. There were reasons that only Jed knew. And marrying Brenna—becoming a father to her child—would be like jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
CODE OF THE WEST: Meet the hardworking, hard-loving men of the West! Proud, strong men who live—and love—by the CODE OF THE WEST.










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