Those Were There Days In 2012

 
 
Nope, skippar årsresumen för den här gången. Tror jag haft mitt trasigaste år och lämnar det hellre bakom mig.
 
MEN, vad jag har gjort och som varit förra årets absoluta höjdpunkt - familjesemester i Grekland!
 
 
 
 
Bästa veckan ♥

Five Hours Of Wilderness

 
 
Idag blev det över en mil som avverkades mitt ute i skogen med bror, Ola och Jonas. Puppy sprang 3x längre än oss och jag har andats ton av frisk luft och underbara platser

When Gotham Is Ashes, You Have My Permission… To Dance

 
 
 

I Told You

 
 
... Youtube är besatthetens bäste vän
 
 
 
Hur jäkla sött är inte det här?
Oj, jag fastna... kungligt!

She's Got No Brain-To-Mouth Filter

 
 
I LOVE HER!

Look Closer Nurse

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old m...an's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith)

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

Look Closer Nurse

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old m...an's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith)

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

It Sure Makes U Feel Small


Future Ms. Franco


Is It Soft, Your Skin?

 
 

Unforgettable



glömde köpa toapapper
"det finns ju tops"

The Error Cow Is Loose

 
Haha, va?
Lätt bästa fel meddelande, härligt blogg.se

Decided To Just Ride Along For a While


FiveHundred Quote

 
 

This Here Is Beauty


A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints




"Dito: In the end - just like I said - I left everything, and everyone. But no one, no one has ever left me."


Vet att jag funderat på den här filmen tidigare men aldrig riktigt kommit till skott - tyvärr!
Baserad på en sann historia och det är Dito själv, huvudkaraktären, som faktiskt gjort filmen. Hans första film och det är helt underbar att titta på. Hur han bygger upp scenerna och klipper med ljud och bild - jag är störtförälskad i den här filmen. Den är grymt bra och jag har ärligt sett den tre gånger på två dagar nu. Shia är en grymt underskattad skådespelare och Robert Downey 35 min in i filmen, i bilen med mössa på och halva ansiktet skuggat - HOT! Hans blick e riktigt fin i den scenen (ja, jag var hemma från jobbet idag) och jag drunknar lite halvt.   lame



Nej men allvarligt, se den!  jag har beställt boken redan



It's a Strange Emotional Place For Me To Go Back To


En dokumentär om Silverchair, varför de tog paus och en massa nytt material och tankar och nu har Hacket Films först släppt en teaser, sen en crusher där de meddelar att de inte kan finansera färdigställandet av dokumentären. De har alltså en massa material som bara ligger där nu och jag vet inte hur många Chairfans runtom i världen som håller på att riva sitt hår?! Herregud alltså...


 



Och för att göra det ännu mer orättvist, så har jag ingen bandbredd kvar längre och jag kan inte ens titta på deras teaser. Jag kommer 15 sekunder in på videon sen tar det stopp och det har haglat så många svordomar över datorn. Hur orättvis är inte denna värld?

Just Having One Of Those Days




You Won't Be a Baby After This







Haha, undra hur många omtagningar det blev? undra hur många omtagningar om jag spelat tjejen?

- Alright, that's enough. You're fired!
- Whatever...so worth it!

Not Possible To Not Have a Good Morning With This



Så jäkla go video


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