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Aiyana's Dragon Puppets

2023-09-18T12:37:00.000-05:00

Inspired by Zosterdragon (aka the best dragon puppeteer, in my opinon) Zoster was the person who got me started on dragon puppets, (shes a youtuber by the way), she inspired me to give it a try. And if you ever want to do this, just know that your first dragon puppet may not look that good... But know to never give up! Aiyana

DFW Lights - THE ANTHEM (Official Music Video)

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2012-04-09T23:43:00.001-05:00

Sendin my love out to high school friends Willie Moreno and Gilbert Reyes. Finding out their father has moved on, passed on, entered the gate. Finding comfort, gaining understand always helps and yet I still find the sting. I just really really feel the understanding to say the ONLY thing death takes from us, is the skin of the one who went. Their spirit, their soul is more alive than any of us skin dwellers. Tight rope walking here....but I dare to carefully say depending on personal needs or your relationship with the one who moved on. Communication can still be...though it's more like prayers, in that all prayers are answered. Just not when we think they should be or when we want them, but when we need.
I don't have the formula, I can and love to share stories of my journeys towards connections, what works for me...might not work for you, Yet to know the possibility to connect, to feel something, to hear or get something, while death and loss, robbed, lonely, abandoned I have felt when someone went...I NEED to connect to move on. I NEED to know my person is ok. I am not settled until I get that. I can't be the only one ...that is why I speak. Also for the encouragement to anyone who might, like I feel scolded or hushed by a church or church people when connecting with someone on the other side, I do understand ...it is written...do not speak to the dead. I have lots of thoughts about this...To be dead, first of all, would mean soulness, as most if not all my people are still very much alive....just without skin. Second, To connect, to converse, is not to speak. To speak is to command and there is a difference. A séance one would be speaking to the departed asking, urging, almost making the soul react. To commune is personal, and you'd be asking not commanding the departed to let you know they are ok. I would think love would be the drive to even want to communicate, where as a séance the drive is more often to entertain, to scare, to be haunted. Wait...one more. Always, for ever a prayer opens the door to the spirit side, so opening the door in the area of communicating does leave room for fears, for some confusion. I am not sure what to call the spirits that fool, taunt, or annoy....other than shadows or dark ones. Yet I'd never let the challenge keep my love or need of knowing my person was ok so I could be ok. Now I sound selfish...but it is what it is... how will I ever know, how can I get through my days right here right now, unless I reach out to find something I can hold onto, and I need real, I NEED TO KNOW, and hearing something is not the same as Experiencing your own connection. It all goes back to God or whatever you wish to call your source, your creator. Don't let what you call him or it or her be the hang up as whatever it is....that is what I'm talk'in about. Just like me Teri...most people call me Teri. I got my buddy bro who calls me Lynn. My sis calls me Turbo (sometimes). My ma calls me Jack (when I am bad....and that is all the time), Ruben calls me Cakes , uncles calls me Sweet Thing. Sometimes driving around I am called Bitch or Whore. I am just lil ole' me and look at the range of names I have. So Turbo loves you....well I don't know Turbo I love Cakes instead or Cakes is who I like...Jack is better ...she is bad all the time...However I am addressed or however I am expressed I am still me and they all are me, just some people created a closer bound by calling me something that no one else calls me, creating for us, me and them a place of union, and perhaps mankind did the same with God. Let us remember God being greater, the creator, we being his creation, can we ever out knowledge, or completely understand him? Even the brightest man, could not formulate a universe to hang, the waves the moon, the sun, the seeds to grow, the rain to come up from the ground or fall from the sky. Why we cannot try to understand other cultures not like us can be built with love, but fear of difference makes us conclude, that's not God! How the fuck would you know if God was someplace you've never been? In a place you never stepped, or in a religion you never embraced? You don't know. Bottom line for the sake of love and is not love God. Even I do not like religion, Yet I love God and I have to remind myself, not everyone is like me. God created all peoples, God saw in them a reason, a purpose, and whatever love I feel or am wanting from God, That person has the same love from God and needs the same love from God. What the difference is....we all want a piece of God that is our own. Personal pan pizza sounds good right about now!!!! Now selfish humans...everyone knows God is busy and doesn't have time for the BS! Just be programable and stick to the program! Man! Fuck that! Up yours! If God is....God can, if he knows me,,,,if he sees...if he is....can't he? Hell ya he can, meet me anywhere, anytime, whenever and also be personally mine!!! Always is the balance of good and bad, light and dark, yin and yang, positive and negative and even with God and in love. Good and bad creates the energy, is the charge, the necessity, for a plan we don't always see.

2012-04-08T00:50:00.001-05:00

mas si eht yoj ehtssenthgirbekili soooooo bad bad bad yet i am left to sort out and find what skin is left that any comfort can be found. Bowls roll and roll round bout line upon line and pokes, pens, needles are always about. Yet never can I figure a pound cake to be anything less than a pound. Speak in songs that send radio waves through to torment and amaze. You are so much more else I would embrace hate. You know who U are and U know who I am, the only difference is, I didn't pretend. I will NEVER pretend to be anything more than what I am, I ain't got time or energy to waste on bs. I'd rather sleep, eat, crap, or trash pick. I found myself like many moons ago, thinkin' if only I would do this..... change that.....fix this......why can't I .....I wish I....when I could see at last. Even if I were the thing you wish, satisfied you'd never be. Programed by what you think will make the others envy, only shows you haven't learned to pick out what U need. I may ... I do lack so many things. Class... charm...style...manners...the desire to be anything that fits in a box....I try to toss. I, we all are equal...all unique...all talented, and all weak. We all succeed, we all fail, we all love and we all hate. We will not...no matter how we try, how much we fake it, it is not possible to be anything but + & -, the only scale we should see is our own, because within us all =ity is soooo perfectly balanced. Like the fine day I discovered the only difference in one we like or don't like is how WE focus, when the words of one I wasn't so fond of spoke, I, me, rolled my eyes and thought mean things.....till I started to hear neutrally the words...hec. That was funny! If it were coming out my friend's mouth, but out of this chick....I just wanna kick. Why? simply because I don't like. I heard it said, the things you find in self disliked, are usually the things that make us dislike others. I have found it to be true. Therefore......Is it I disliking you? hmmm. I like you, I love you, I'm hurt.....and anger is the result of that. I haven't yet learned what to do up to a point. For the challenge, I am thankful, for the depths you took me. No doubt, that in my norm sphere. There would have been bloodshed, if not murder. I must be grateful, for never would I thought love, forgiveness, and calm I could find in a situation the could bring out the raging bull in me. Not sure now why I felt like getting on the intercom, as attention I normally would avoid. Perhaps the value I place in you, the plunges I'd take not caring about making a fool of me. Love, truth, real,straight UP! I ain't playin. Games used to be fun, till cheating was learned. Cheats,tricks, codes, short cuts....everyone is out to win. Guess we forgot games were intended for innocent fun. I ain't gonna play for I don't have nothing to gain, I find more joy in giving than I do takiing. There is that line too....one has to learn how to receive. I am learning...I have been humbled to the point of needing EVERYTHING and still blessed with the gift of my beloved buttwipes. I am so very greatful and nothing is taken for granite nowdays. I cherish each thing, though it hurts to think, what I have been graced with. I am nothing to receive so much love.... and sad to think about....if flipped upsidedown....Would I do so much for those or anyone? I sure hope so. Maybe my silence has boiled and this is my steam. Crispy critters and here's confession I lied yesterday. There is a reason, and I will justify till the end. But point is...I lied and I will own my lie. Haha. I said I couldn't read or write. Does it count for truth if I need spellcheck? It didn't say anything about typing and thinking and spelling.....sometimes I can't read my own writting and lots of times proof reading I don't even understand what I was trying to write. Mass.....I don't want to lie ...I try not to lie....for anything cept real and the lie is to self. Beautiful is the connections that sparks that twinkles inside, somedays I get sparks from all kinds of things and other days I'm going off the fumes of the sparks. Like mannah I suppose we cannot hoard, but collect just enough to get us through. After all that is enough don't you think? Are we through now? Always is forever and I can't change that, but to have this pouring out for you knowing it's a painful place, as hurts, wants,complete fullness of freedom to explore all the spaces you are. I cannot. For it is not mine. The space unexplored that I am not looking foward too for the conflicts and battles of energy and time I know and don't care to go. Does history always repeat itself? Or can my doubts and predictions perhaps add to the complications? Yet doesn't it feel as though we are the fooled when the same place, the same one, the same things you have seen before. Fooling me? NO! Yet what good is it to forgive and go on till that revolving door pops up again. Why can't I get out at half way...instead I always go full circle and find though, I wanted to forgive, I took step towards forgiveness, but I couldn't step out when half way in, I had to stay in just long enough....for what? Try again loser. I want this sooooooooooooooooo bad!. I will get this! I don't even like to fight, but I just...lost so much... been so humilated... so let down....so ashamed...so embarrassed....that to love you still, I sometimes only threads to hold onto. The most painful is to be looked in the eye, by one who says "i love you" and know by the feeling in your gut those words are just words. For any pressure applied would crumble quickly. This...this...is where I am stuck. I cannot lean upon them, but love always trusts, love always hopes, love always believes, love never gives up, never ends...etc. So. I have learned painfully that though truth is a wonderful thing, there is a balance and there is a greater thing than even truth. Love. I pray, I seek, I ask, I crave wisdom, knowledge and understanding, for the wonderful gifts of keys, puzzles, circles complete, and labyrinths so awesomely beyond anything I could come up with on my own, and the understandings it brings...is never complete....it just grows and grows the more I think on these things. So how am I to take the wisdom that came with time, to take to gut that I've learned to lean upon and look into the eyes, take these words, take the gut feeling, take the gile and even take the thought of "I know you are lying but I love you enough to let it go" to the place of even knowing it to be a lie....to believe and trust always always always...is not even to acknowledge the lie at all. So love is greater too than wisdom...hmm than make me dumb.

Gallardo Elias -- [Service Number] 001957539, [Date of Enlistment] 10/25/1909

2012-03-18T04:26:00.001-05:00

Gallardo Elias -- [Service Number] 001957539, [Date of Enlistment] 10/25/1909

In Memory of James Armando Avitia

2012-03-13T12:55:00.001-05:00

In Memory of James Armando Avitia

2012-01-14T20:15:00.000-06:00

2012-01-14T20:12:00.000-06:00

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2012-01-14T19:58:00.000-06:00

Robbery suspect fatally shot at west Fort Worth doughnut shop | Top Stories | News from...

2011-10-25T17:18:00.000-05:00

Robbery suspect fatally shot at west Fort Worth doughnut shop | Top Stories | News from...:

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Driver sought in fatal hit-and-run - Topix

2011-10-25T06:34:00.000-05:00

Driver sought in fatal hit-and-run - Topix

CrislynSand: La La Land with Bret and Nett, Segment # 3 - October, 15 2011 - Crislyn Sand Singer/Song writer CRNT http://t.co/nirJH3jt

2011-10-17T01:28:00.000-05:00

CrislynSand: La La Land with Bret and Nett, Segment # 3 - October, 15 2011 - Crislyn Sand Singer/Song writer CRNT http://t.co/nirJH3jt: CrislynSand: La La Land with Bret and Nett, Segment # 3 - October, 15 2011 - Crislyn Sand Singer/Song writer CRNT http://t.co/nirJH3jt

The Songers

2011-10-17T01:11:00.000-05:00

The Songers:

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Missouri Digital Heritage : Birth and Death Records

2011-10-17T00:28:00.000-05:00

Missouri Digital Heritage : Birth and Death Records: "Permanent Record of Births
County Roll Number Page Number
St. Louis C 617 70

Date of Return
(Month/Day/Year)
Name of Child
Sex
No. of Child of this Mother
Race or Color
Date of Birth
Place of Birth
07/21/1870
Eickel, Moritz
M
09/03/1868

Nationality of Father
Place of Birth
Age
Nationality of Mother
Place of Birth
Age

Full Name of Mother
Maiden Name of Mother
Residence of Mother
Full Name of Father
Occupation
Name and Address of Medical Attendant
Name and Address of Person making Certificate
Returned by
Emilie Peppermann
City
Louis Eichel

NOTE

Due to possible errors or discrepancies in this abstract it is recommended that researchers request a print copy. To request a copy of this record, please print a copy of this page and mail it to the Missouri State Archives, PO Box 1747, 600 W. Main Street, Jefferson City, MO 65101 with a check or money order for $1.00 made payable to the Missouri State Archives. Please include a #10 business size, stamped, self-addressed envelope with each request. Please submit one photocopy request at a time."

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Read the ebook Weyburn-Wyborn genealogy : being a history and pedigree of Thomas Wyborn of Boston and Scituate, Massachusetts, and Samuel Weyburn of Pennsylvania, with notes on the origin of the family in England, a by S. Fletcher (Samuel Fletcher) Weyburn

2011-10-16T20:21:00.000-05:00

Read the ebook Weyburn-Wyborn genealogy : being a history and pedigree of Thomas Wyborn of Boston and Scituate, Massachusetts, and Samuel Weyburn of Pennsylvania, with notes on the origin of the family in England, a by S. Fletcher (Samuel Fletcher) Weyburn:

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John Kinzie Descendants

2011-10-16T19:56:00.000-05:00

John Kinzie Descendants:

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Stanley Wayne Livingston Obituary - Laurel Land Funeral Home and Cemetery

2011-10-16T19:17:00.000-05:00

Stanley Wayne Livingston Obituary - Laurel Land Funeral Home and Cemetery

Crashes+Take+Lives+of+5%2C+7+Are+Injured

2011-10-11T23:49:00.000-05:00

Crashes Take Lives of 5, 7 Are Injured

Deaths: Authorities say a stolen Jeep Cherokee hit a second SUV head-on in Palmdale, killing four. Driver who ran a red light and hit a bus in Quartz Hill also dies.

July 14, 2000|SUE FOX and EDGAR SANDOVAL | TIMES STAFF WRITERS

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PALMDALE — Five people died in Antelope Valley traffic crashes Thursday, including four killed in a head-on collision authorities said was caused by a parolee speeding along Sierra Highway in a stolen Jeep Cherokee.
The Jeep, screaming northbound at 90 mph in Palmdale, rear-ended a pickup truck and then crossed the lane divider--slamming into a Lexus sport utility vehicle carrying a doctor and four of his co-workers.

Two women--a passenger in the Jeep and one in the Lexus--were pronounced dead at the scene. Two other people in the Lexus died later at local hospitals.
The drivers of both vehicles survived the grisly crash. The Jeep's driver, identified as Shawn Eugene Beavers, 27, of Rosamond, was taken to Northridge Hospital Medical Center with both legs broken.
Beavers was driving a dark green 1993 Cherokee that had been reported stolen Sunday in Sherman Oaks, said Sgt. Ken Wright of the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department. Beavers, who was on parole for burglary, has not been arrested, Wright said.
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Dr. John Fisher, a kidney specialist at Antelope Valley Hospital, was behind the wheel of the Lexus, according to Paul Allemeier, a vice president at the hospital. Fisher, 46, was taken there with minor injuries and was treated and released.
"He is very distraught," said Allemeier. "He's looking for, 'How could I have avoided it?' "
The Los Angeles County coroner identified the victims in the Lexus as 52-year-old Mark Rittenberg and his wife, Mary, 41, both of Palmdale, and Georgina Schmidt, 43, of Lancaster. Fisher runs the Antelope Valley Dialysis Center, Allemeier said, and Wright said the passengers in the Lexus were his co-workers.
Another passenger in Fisher's vehicle, 37-year-old Linda Mann, was in critical condition Thursday night at Lancaster Community Hospital, said nurse supervisor Sally Surette.
The woman passenger killed in the Jeep was not identified.
The accident occurred about 1:30 p.m. at Avenue O-8, the same spot on the four-lane highway where three others died in a head-on crash two years ago.
"It's terrible," said Wright. "I was out at the scene earlier and when I was going through a purse, looking for ID, there were all kinds of pictures of children and families. Then on the other side we've got a parolee, driving a stolen vehicle, who has ruined all these lives."
No one in the pickup was hurt, he said. Wright said an off-duty sheriff's deputy driving nearby witnessed the crash. Sheriff's deputies are investigating the accident.
Earlier in the day in a separate incident in Quartz Hill, a Lake Hughes man was killed when he drove through a red light and slammed into a bus, injuring five others, authorities said.

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2011-10-11T23:40:00.000-05:00

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NARA - AAD - Display Full Records - Electronic Army Serial Number Merged File, ca. 1938 - 1946 (Enlistment Records)

2011-10-07T03:17:00.000-05:00

NARA - AAD - Display Full Records - Electronic Army Serial Number Merged File, ca. 1938 - 1946 (Enlistment Records)

2011-10-05T06:12:00.000-05:00

NARA - AAD - Display Full Records - Electronic Army Serial Number Merged File, ca. 1938 - 1946 (Enlistment Records)

2011-10-05T06:09:00.000-05:00

NARA - AAD - Display Full Records - Electronic Army Serial Number Merged File, ca. 1938 - 1946 (Enlistment Records)