Gold Prospecting Equipment

Ingredients
2 tablespoons (2 turns around the pan) extra-virgin olive oil
3 medium white waxy potatoes, like yukon golds, peeled and diced
2 medium onions, chopped
4 to 6 cloves garlic, chopped
2 bay leaves, fresh or dried
1 pound kale, coarsely chopped
Coarse salt and pepper
1 (15-ounce) can garbanzos (chick peas), drained and rinsed
1 can diced tomatoes
1 pound diced chourico, casing removed
1 quart chicken broth
Warm, crusty bread
Directions
Heat oil in a deep pot over medium high heat. Add potatoes and onions, cover and cook 5 minutes, stirring occasionally.
Add garlic, bay leaves, and kale to the pot. Cover pot and wilt greens 2 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. Add beans, tomatoes, chourico, and broth to the pot and bring soup to a full boil. Reduce heat back to medium and cook 5 to 10 minutes longer or until potatoes are tender.
Serve soup with hunks of crusty bread and butter.
Cook’s Note: If you are in Mystic, ask for cherise (phonetic pronunciation), if you want to sample the chourico. http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/racha…

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The prompt is: The past. This story is just a first draft so please feel free to criticize me. I’ll appreciate Constructive criticisms… Thanks so much!
“Gum Wrapper Sculpture: A New Year’s Treat”
I still remember the time when little girls still played with paper dolls…when the typewriter seemed to be the greatest thing ever…and when I still walked around our village in pajamas…
It was another cold New Year’s Eve and I just came back from arguing with our neighbor the J.H. Store saleslady again. “Home!” I shouted to our maid Lisa as I took off my scarf and tossed it to the sofa.
“Where’s the egg? I need it now. The pan’s already smoking, you know.” She said, “What took you so long?”
“The dum saleslady didn’t want to give my change back. She told me that I didn’t have any,”
“Uhmm…How much did the egg cost?”
“A penny.”
“Well, how much did you give her?”
“A penny. Why?”
She laughed at me. I didn’t even know why. “If you give her the exact amount, you don’t get anything back,” she explained.
I didn’t understand what she was talking about so I just nodded, “Okay… But she still didn’t give me my change back!”
After Lisa decided that teaching me her jargon was impossible, the conversation was over and it was time to eat. We had the usual omelet-French toast-orange juice breakfast with a little bit of my specialty—mango float.
“Sweets for breakfast?” My dad said, “Wow! This is great!” And he kissed me right on the forehead.
“Yes. Lisa helped me make it again yesterday and I wanted to know what you think.” I excitedly said. “I also saved some for dinner.”
Mom and my little brother John also agreed. “Hmmm… It’s suparcalifajisticespalido-shoes!” he exclaimed.
After we ate, Dad was dancing all over the house while holding a small package wrapped with gold Christmas foil. My brother and I joined in too and did the ‘Funny Dance’ together. Then, just as we were about to sit down from exhaustion, Mom took out a swan-figured thing from the box. “It’s a New Year’s treat,” she lovingly whispered.
John and I examined it closer: the whole thing was made of gum wrapper; every bit of it was placed on top of the other. Though, the figure wasn’t origami nor paper Maché; it was better—a ‘Gum Wrapper sculpture.’ There were a lot of questions after that. ‘How was it made?’ ‘Where did it come from?’ and most importantly, ‘Who made it?’
“Actually, that’s not the treat.” Dad said, “We’re going to take you to the one who made this. He can teach you…” When we heard that, my brother and I were like monkeys, yelling and screaming and running around the house.
So Mom and Dad blindfolded and guided us monkeys to the Volk’s Wagon. It wasn’t long before we reached our destination.

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blah im so bored i want to find more shoujo manga to read
i’ve read a lot because i have so much time to do nothing..
i would like a shoujo manga that is complete but that’s it. i really dont have a preference for genre.
help me?
1/3 no Kareshi
13
7th Period Is A Secret
Absolute Boyfriend
Ai Hime ~ Air to Himegoto
Alice 19th
Backstage Prince
Beauty is the Beast
Crimson Hero
Fall In Love Like A Comic
Gaba Kawa
The Gentlemen’s Alliance Cross
Kamichama Karin Chu
You’re My Girlfriend
ION
Time Stranger Kyoko
Zettai Kakusei Tenshi Mistress Fortune
Kanshakudama no Yuutsu
Imadoki
Brilliant Magic
Appare Jipangu
As the Death God Dictates
Asa mo, Hiru mo, Yoru mo
Beast Master
Bloody kiss
Charisma Doll
Dakishimete Noir
Datte Suki Nan Damon
Kimi Shika Iranai
Mint na Bokura
Moe Kare
H2O
Camelot Garden?
Hot Blooded Woman
Love Luck
Good Morning Call
Akuma de Sourou
Help!!
Kare First Love
Cat Street
Love Monster
The King’s Pawnshop ]
Kiss in the Blue
Cutie Boy
MT Pass
Meru Puri
Nine Puzzel
Othello
Gold Rush 21
WANTED
Saboten no Himitsu
When You Look Like An Angel
Baby It’s You
Random Walk
Taranta Ranta
Power
Tonari no Inuyama-kun
Beauty Pop
Orange Planet
Meine Liebe
Otokomae Beads Club .
Penguin Brothers
Shinigami Lovers
Tenjou no Kajitsu.
Tenshi no Hane to Akuma no Shippo
Tokage Ouji
Fruit Basket
Kodomo no Omocha
23:00
24 Colors – Hatsukoi no Palette
Kurumi tic Miracle
“Suki” to Ienai
Anti-Gravity Boy
Koukou Debut
Marmalade Boy
It’s Love
Hana Yori Dango
yurara no tsuki
Socrates in Love
Ai No tame Ni
Lilly the Frogs and the Cool lil Brother
Kokoro ni Hana wo
Eien no
Aoi Kiseki
Shin Shirayukihime Densetsu Pretear
Enren Debut
Cherry Juice
Himegimi no Tsukurikata
Mars
7 Jikanme Rhapsody
Ijiwaru Shinaide
Peter Pan Shoukougun
Pink Innocent
Hanatsuki Hime
Aishiteruze Baby

swarovski crystals

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The prompt is: The past. This story is just a first draft so critiscize all you want! I’ll pick the one who gives me the best constructive criticism as best answer.
Thanks so much!
I still remember the time when little girls still played with paper dolls…when the typewriter seemed to be the greatest thing ever…and when I still walked around our village in pajamas…
It was another cold New Year’s Eve and I just came back from arguing with our neighbor the J.H. Store saleslady again. “Home!” I shouted to our maid Lisa as I took off my scarf and tossed it to the sofa.
“Where’s the egg? I need it now. The pan’s already smoking, you know.” She said, “What took you so long?”
“The dum saleslady didn’t want to give my change back. She told me that I didn’t have any,”
“Uhmm…How much did the egg cost?”
“A penny.”
“Well, how much did you give her?”
“A penny. Why?”
She laughed at me. I didn’t even know why. “If you give her the exact amount, you don’t get anything back,” she explained.
I didn’t understand what she was talking about so I just nodded, “Okay… But she still didn’t give me my change back!”
After Lisa decided that teaching me her jargon was impossible, the conversation was over and it was time to eat. We had the usual omelet-French toast-orange juice breakfast with a little bit of my specialty—mango float.
“Sweets for breakfast?” My dad said, “Wow! This is great!” And he kissed me right on the forehead.
“Yes. Lisa helped me make it again yesterday and I wanted to know what you think.” I excitedly said. “I also saved some for dinner.”
Mom and my little brother John also agreed. “Hmmm… It’s suparcalifajisticespalido-shoes!” he exclaimed.
After we ate, Dad was dancing all over the house while holding a small package wrapped with gold Christmas foil. My brother and I joined in too and did the ‘Funny Dance’ together. Then, just as we were about to sit down from exhaustion, Mom took out a swan-figured thing from the box. “It’s a New Year’s treat,” she lovingly whispered.
John and I examined it closer: the whole thing was made of gum wrapper; every bit of it was placed on top of the other. Though, the figure wasn’t origami nor paper Maché; it was better—a ‘Gum Wrapper sculpture.’ There were a lot of questions after that. ‘How was it made?’ ‘Where did it come from?’ and most importantly, ‘Who made it?’
“Actually, that’s not the treat.” Dad said, “We’re going to take you to the one who made this. He can teach you…” When we heard that, my brother and I were like monkeys, yelling and screaming and running around the house.
So Mom and Dad blindfolded and guided us monkeys to the Volk’s Wagon. It wasn’t long before we reached our destination.

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i was wondering if carly sam freddie would like this video its a song of our band but were not really a band were just making fun of it we have fake drums like a pan and stuff and here are the lyrics
is it to innapropirate or however you spell it
or is it just perfect for icarly?
here are the lyrics to the song
Intro:I was fence hoppin my shoes were poppin this song is rockin.
(Verse one)
Intro
Backyard is hard there was a guard, John Garrard, he has my credit card. We went to go get it, and then he lit it on fire that is his desire. He is my admire because I got a flat tire at Meijer.
Intro
(Verse 2) get my pen out of ken. Oh look there’s a hen sitting in a den With Ben who is ten years old. His fence is made of gold he is trying to hold a bullllllllllllll dog. I saw a hog in the fog humping a frog. We watched and drank egg nog.
Intro
(Verse 3) I looked at my arm oh look at the time I like to whine when I see someone’s behind. So I try to be kind. I thought that I was blind when I was nine. It has been so long since I have been to Hong Kong, and played some ping pong. Kickin back eating sweet and sour chicken, actually it was the hen from verse two.
Drum solo
10 seconds then guitar solo.
soeeeeeeoeeeeeeeeeoeeoeoeoe rockin

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If this poem means anything, then 2009 is going to be a great year for poetry. Kim Addonizio references quite a few of my favorite poems (including “The Waste Land”, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” and “Howl,” among others) in her dark, blunt, and vaguely humorous poem “The First Line Is the Deepest”:
I have been one acquainted with the spatula,
the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula
that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate,
acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket
and the dildo that goes by Tex,
and I have gone out, a drunken *****,
in order to ruin
what love I was given,
and also I have measured out
my life in little pills—Zoloft,
Restoril, Celexa,
Xanax.
I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty
to know wherein lies the beauty
of this degraded body,
or maybe
it’s the degradation in the beautiful body,
the ugly me
groping back to my desk to piss
on perfection, to lay my kiss
of mortal confusion
upon the mouth of infinite wisdom.
My kiss says razors and pain, my kiss says
America is charged with the madness
of God. Sundays, too,
the soldiers get up early, and put on their fatigues in the blue-
black day. Black milk. Black gold. Texas tea.
Into the valley of Halliburton rides the infantry—
Why does one month have to be the cruelest,
can’t they all be equally cruel? I have seen the best
gamers of your generation, joysticking their M1 tanks through
the sewage-filled streets. Whose
world this is I think I know.

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I’m bored so I thought I’d make a quiz because I’m totally obsessed with Disney. Don’t look up any answers ! BE HONEST!
1.Who is the voice of Snow White?
2.What year was Mickey Mouse created?
3. What is the first thing Aladdin says when he sees Jasmine?
4.What does Pocahontas think gold is?
5.Name all of the villians in Cinderella ( step mother,step sisters & cat)
6.Name two Disney movies that take place in Paris.
7.Name at least five Disney cats ( not lions/tigers) HOUSE CATS!
8.What is the name of Simba’s mother?
9. What is the name of the fish that Lilo feeds in Lilo & Stitch?
10. What three things do you need to fly in Peter Pan? Besides happy thoughts!
11.When did Robin Hood come out?
12.What is the name of Mulan’s dog?
13. Who says this quote & from what movie? : ” Forever is a long,long time and time has a way of changing things”
14.What is the last movie Walt supervised before his death?
15.Name atleast three Disney mice.
sorry I didn’t put nearly every movie !
& who is your favorite princess?

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I have a painting in my house, and the artist’s name is Scheffer. My grandmother bought it in the 1970’s. And I tried looking on the internet for the artist and the picture. But the only thing I got so far was some painter named Ary Sheffer, and I seriously doubt this painting is that old. Does anyone know of any other painters with this name?
The painting is that of a woman in a corner holding a pot or pan. She’s in a corner of a room that is brown. It might be an oil painting I’m not sure. Their is a small metal colored gold plaque on the lower frame that says Scheffer. I looked at Ary Sheffer’s paintings and they look nothing like his. Plus my grandmother never had alot of money so I figure theirs another artist that has the same last name.
If she bought it in the 70’s, wouldn’t their be a good chance the artist is dead and since its at least 30+ years old, wouldn’t it of appreciated in value?

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Or is it antifeminist?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfz-aSyPIBo&feature=related
I can wash out 44 pairs of socks and have ‘em hangin out on the line
I can starch & iron 2 dozens shirts ‘fore you can count from 1 to 9
I can scoop up a great big dipper full of lard from the drippins can
Throw it in the skillet, go out & do my shopping, be back before it melts in the pan
‘Cause I’m a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I’ll say it again
I can rub & scrub this old house til it’s shinin like a dime
Feed my baby, grease the car, & powder my face at the same time
Get all dressed up, go out and swing til 4 a.m. and then
Lay down at 5, jump up at 6, and start all over again
‘Cause I’m a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I’ll say it again
If you come to me sickly you know I’m gonna make you well
If you come to me hexed up you know I’m gonna break the spell
If you come to me hungry you know I’m gonna fill you full of grits
If it’s lovin you’re likin, I’ll kiss you and give you the shiverin’ fits
‘Cause I’m a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I’ll say it again
I can stretch! a green black dollar bill from here to kindom come!
I can play the numbers pay the bills and still end up with some!
I got a twenty-dollar gold piece says there ain’t nothing I can’t do
I can make a dress out of a feed bag and I can make a man out of you
‘Cause I’m a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I’ll say it again
‘Cause I’m a woman! W-O-M-A-N, and that’s all.

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It’s usually so good, really hits you. Like pop music doesn’t use many instruments, classical music is alright. But film music creates such an amazing atmosphere and conjures up feelings and emotions. Like the Sweeney Todd soundtrack is amazing! So is the Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Pan’s Labyrinth.
I’m 13 and play the flute, I’m ok at it, after concerts people have asked whether I have a gold headjoint because apparently I have good tone. I don’t though, I just have a regular silver plated second hand jupiter. It’s only my first instrument, I’m grade 3 and have played for a year. (9 months, two year gap, 3 months) I love it though and practise for ages everyday.

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