Have a question regarding a strange situation. A young woman in her late 20's/early 30's dies suddenly in a car accident. There is no obituatry in ANY of the papers (and this happened in the largest city in the USA) and her father does not contact all the friends in her mobile phone until 2 days after she was buried. (some were contacted in time to go to viewing and funeral but most of us didn't know she passed away until after she was already buried.) The father refused to give his address so we could send flowers saying "we don't want any flowers". 1 year later - there still is no headstone for her - and she's buried in a family plot where there is already a stone with the family name %26amp; the names of other relatives buried there. Why would her parent's being so "secretive" about her death? Not even a marker or adding her name to the family headstone after a year? No obituary? Not calling her friends until after she's buried? Why would someone do that? Help me understand.
Embaressed by death?
Embarrassed TO death.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Can some one translate these sonnet for me? pleaseeee ASAP?
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
II (Sonnet 2)
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
III (Sonnet 3)
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
Of his self-love to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single and thine image dies with thee.
IV (Sonnet 4)
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
V (Sonnet 5)
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
VI (Sonnet 6)
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
VII (Sonnet 7)
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.
VIII (Sonnet 8)
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'
IX (Sonnet 9)
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
That thou consum'st thy self in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look! what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it.
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
X (Sonnet 10)
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:
Shall hate be fairer lodg'd than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
XI (Sonnet 11)
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st,
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest,
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
XII (Sonnet 12)
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
XIII (Sonnet 13)
O! that you were your self; but, love you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,
You had a father: let your son say so.
XIV (Sonnet 14)
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And constant stars in them I read such art
As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert';
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.'
XV (Sonnet 15)
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
XVI (Sonnet 16)
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
To give away yourself, keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
XVII (Sonnet 17)
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
XVIII (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
XIX (Sonnet 19)
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
XX (Sonnet 20)
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all 'hues' in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
Can some one translate these sonnet for me? pleaseeee ASAP?
Translate to what?
Reply:translate? maybe you mean interpret. it's far too long. try reading it all and making a summary. then, interpret.
Reply:translate them to what?
Reply:I'll translate them for you, but it'll take me all night.
What're you doing, Shakespeare in Highschool or College?
If someone doesn't get back to you, look up the sonnets here:
http://www.sparknotes.com
http://www.http://absoluteshakespeare.com/
Hope that helps, sorry I sucked so hard. :(
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
II (Sonnet 2)
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
III (Sonnet 3)
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
Of his self-love to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single and thine image dies with thee.
IV (Sonnet 4)
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
V (Sonnet 5)
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
VI (Sonnet 6)
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
VII (Sonnet 7)
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.
VIII (Sonnet 8)
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'
IX (Sonnet 9)
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
That thou consum'st thy self in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look! what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it.
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
X (Sonnet 10)
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:
Shall hate be fairer lodg'd than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
XI (Sonnet 11)
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st,
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest,
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
XII (Sonnet 12)
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
XIII (Sonnet 13)
O! that you were your self; but, love you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,
You had a father: let your son say so.
XIV (Sonnet 14)
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And constant stars in them I read such art
As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert';
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.'
XV (Sonnet 15)
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
XVI (Sonnet 16)
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
To give away yourself, keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
XVII (Sonnet 17)
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
XVIII (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
XIX (Sonnet 19)
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
XX (Sonnet 20)
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all 'hues' in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
Can some one translate these sonnet for me? pleaseeee ASAP?
Translate to what?
Reply:translate? maybe you mean interpret. it's far too long. try reading it all and making a summary. then, interpret.
Reply:translate them to what?
Reply:I'll translate them for you, but it'll take me all night.
What're you doing, Shakespeare in Highschool or College?
If someone doesn't get back to you, look up the sonnets here:
http://www.sparknotes.com
http://www.http://absoluteshakespeare.com/
Hope that helps, sorry I sucked so hard. :(
Valentines Day help?
Ok so I wanted to send my gf a bouqet of flowers to her IN SCHOOL. Only problems is, my teacher and the principal don't like the idea of me and malissa (thats her name) going out, so they're always telling us to move away from eachother, or they won't let us correct eachothers papers. Sooo, what I am asking is, do you think they'll get pissed that I had someone come in and give her flowers? and if they do, what do you think they'll will do to us? What CAN they do to us?
Valentines Day help?
That depends on your school's size and whether or not it's a public, private or charter school.
Reply:Okay -- so I am a teacher, and I am wondering why the teacher and the principal have an opinion on who you date. Most schools have policies on Public Displays of Affection -- stuff like the one meter rule, no hand holding, and so on -- and I am also wondering if you and your sweetie are causing a disturbance in class, and maybe that is why the teacher discourages the interaction. You should not be conducting a romance in the middle of math class.
How old are you anyway??
In my school, we once had a bouquet of red roses delivered to one of our grade 12 girls -- everyone thought it was sweet. But if you are --say --13, maybe something a little less dramatic is in order.
Reply:Don't discuss it with your teacher, principal or anyone ....just do it. Have the card say:
"shhhhhh! To: _________From:_________ (let's keep it secret and make them wonder."
Reply:i doubt they'd punish you for it.
i had flowers delivered to me in class last year and the teacher knew the guy %26amp; i were dating and she didn't particularly care for him BUT she still thought it was an amazingly sweet gesture %26amp; there were no consequences for the class interuption...
sooooo i'd say go for it %26amp; i prob wouldnt ask for permission to do it...9 chances out of 10 they would discourage you, but if you go ahead %26amp; do it w/o asking i guarantee there would be less consequences than if you had asked %26amp; went ahead %26amp; did it against their will.
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Valentines Day help?
That depends on your school's size and whether or not it's a public, private or charter school.
Reply:Okay -- so I am a teacher, and I am wondering why the teacher and the principal have an opinion on who you date. Most schools have policies on Public Displays of Affection -- stuff like the one meter rule, no hand holding, and so on -- and I am also wondering if you and your sweetie are causing a disturbance in class, and maybe that is why the teacher discourages the interaction. You should not be conducting a romance in the middle of math class.
How old are you anyway??
In my school, we once had a bouquet of red roses delivered to one of our grade 12 girls -- everyone thought it was sweet. But if you are --say --13, maybe something a little less dramatic is in order.
Reply:Don't discuss it with your teacher, principal or anyone ....just do it. Have the card say:
"shhhhhh! To: _________From:_________ (let's keep it secret and make them wonder."
Reply:i doubt they'd punish you for it.
i had flowers delivered to me in class last year and the teacher knew the guy %26amp; i were dating and she didn't particularly care for him BUT she still thought it was an amazingly sweet gesture %26amp; there were no consequences for the class interuption...
sooooo i'd say go for it %26amp; i prob wouldnt ask for permission to do it...9 chances out of 10 they would discourage you, but if you go ahead %26amp; do it w/o asking i guarantee there would be less consequences than if you had asked %26amp; went ahead %26amp; did it against their will.
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My mom wants to take up sketching, in particularly to sketch flowers. What would be a good Christmas gift idea
besides like the basic utensils and paper pad.
My mom wants to take up sketching, in particularly to sketch flowers. What would be a good Christmas gift idea
maybe a easil. But you need to get her this special kind of color pencil called Prisma Color. It uses an oil base and you can blend it like paint and it is way better then regular pencils. Charcoal is nice... The nice thing about sketching though is that it does not require much to do it. Maybe if she gets good a sketching she can dive into some other medias like painting!
Reply:how about a how to book or something on sketching
Reply:Tell her you'll sit very patiently for an hour or two while she sketches you.
Reply:Go to a local craft store (big one like Michael's or AC Moore) and go to the artists section, find someone. Tell them you want to get an instruction book for sketching flowers and some sketch pad.
Good luck!
Reply:Just make her a Gift basket full of stuff from an art supply store.
Maybe a nice Easel.
Reply:If you look in book stores or artists' supply stores, you will find many books related to drawing and sketching, including those that focus on particular areas like nature, still life, flowers, (and animals, figure, landscapes, buildings, cars, etc.) Some of these have lessons that take the reader step by step through a few drawing while others have dozens of drawings to copy and work with (almost like a kids coloring book.) Get one that focuses on flowers that looks good to you in choices. Get a sketch pad the same size with a stiff back, get several pencils in various grades (or look in the front of the book and see what it suggests is needed) and get a nice cloth bag the right size to hold them all neatly with a little space left over. Some craft stores (or sections of bigger stores) will have kits for beginning drawing with instructions, a pad, pencils, eraser, stub, etc. packaged together. Simple instructions you don't get to examine before buying.
Reply:a set of different dencety pencils. Maybe water color pencils. She could sketch with them and then brush over them with water and blend it a bit.
Reply:An art book or maybe like some plants that she can sketch.
Reply:a toaster.
Reply:a sketchbook and some nice sketching pencils or eboni pencils and a mead eraser
Reply:U can try buying her different varieties of flowers in pots or vases, and a nice looking sketchbook, maybe some flower seeds that she could plant?
Reply:Charcoal. Its a blast to work with!
Go to an art store and ask them to set you up with a set, dont forget paper, under $20.
Reply:get her a nice instructional book for still lifes and flower drawing.
My mom wants to take up sketching, in particularly to sketch flowers. What would be a good Christmas gift idea
maybe a easil. But you need to get her this special kind of color pencil called Prisma Color. It uses an oil base and you can blend it like paint and it is way better then regular pencils. Charcoal is nice... The nice thing about sketching though is that it does not require much to do it. Maybe if she gets good a sketching she can dive into some other medias like painting!
Reply:how about a how to book or something on sketching
Reply:Tell her you'll sit very patiently for an hour or two while she sketches you.
Reply:Go to a local craft store (big one like Michael's or AC Moore) and go to the artists section, find someone. Tell them you want to get an instruction book for sketching flowers and some sketch pad.
Good luck!
Reply:Just make her a Gift basket full of stuff from an art supply store.
Maybe a nice Easel.
Reply:If you look in book stores or artists' supply stores, you will find many books related to drawing and sketching, including those that focus on particular areas like nature, still life, flowers, (and animals, figure, landscapes, buildings, cars, etc.) Some of these have lessons that take the reader step by step through a few drawing while others have dozens of drawings to copy and work with (almost like a kids coloring book.) Get one that focuses on flowers that looks good to you in choices. Get a sketch pad the same size with a stiff back, get several pencils in various grades (or look in the front of the book and see what it suggests is needed) and get a nice cloth bag the right size to hold them all neatly with a little space left over. Some craft stores (or sections of bigger stores) will have kits for beginning drawing with instructions, a pad, pencils, eraser, stub, etc. packaged together. Simple instructions you don't get to examine before buying.
Reply:a set of different dencety pencils. Maybe water color pencils. She could sketch with them and then brush over them with water and blend it a bit.
Reply:An art book or maybe like some plants that she can sketch.
Reply:a toaster.
Reply:a sketchbook and some nice sketching pencils or eboni pencils and a mead eraser
Reply:U can try buying her different varieties of flowers in pots or vases, and a nice looking sketchbook, maybe some flower seeds that she could plant?
Reply:Charcoal. Its a blast to work with!
Go to an art store and ask them to set you up with a set, dont forget paper, under $20.
Reply:get her a nice instructional book for still lifes and flower drawing.
Embaressed by death?
Have a question regarding a strange situation. A young woman in her late 20's/early 30's dies suddenly in a car accident. There is no obituatry in ANY of the papers (and this happened in the largest city in the USA) and her father does not contact all the friends in her mobile phone until 2 days after she was buried. (some were contacted in time to go to viewing and funeral but most of us didn't know she passed away until after she was already buried.) The father refused to give his address so we could send flowers saying "we don't want any flowers". 1 year later - there still is no headstone for her - and she's buried in a family plot where there is already a stone with the family name %26amp; the names of other relatives buried there. Why would her parent's being so "secretive" about her death? Not even a marker or adding her name to the family headstone after a year? No obituary? Not calling her friends until after she's buried? Why would someone do that? Help me understand.
Embaressed by death?
huh, is this real? and what are u getting at? i can't think of a reason but mayb they killed her!
Reply:There would be a record at the police department if there was truly a car accident. Maybe you should hire a private investigator.
But since they are Catholic, I bet she committed suicide. That would be the reason for being secretive since it is a mortal sin.
Reply:ever think about the cost? my dad passed away a little over a year ago it was very costly, even going as cheap as possible.
many of the other answers are very good. and if the fact there is no headstone bothers u all that much you can always buy her one, and write an obituary for her yourself. death is never easy for anyone.
Reply:You have two things going... one, the death itself was traumatic. 2nd, it seems VERY likely that the family was not on good terms, and no one can be sure of what that reason was. Just as an example, perhaps the family was very rigid, and they felt the daughters friends did not meet their standards.. perhaps they may even have believed (right or wrong) that the friends might have contributed to family disagreements, etc.
I think the bottom line is that few of us on the outside can EVER be sure that we know the dynamics of a family. There are many families that appear (to outsiders) to be loving and "normal" (for lack of a better word). I can personally testify on that, but it moves away from what you are asking. Nor can many of us predict how a parent reacts or grieves when losing a child.
I am sorry for your confusion, which I can see, adds to the sense of loss. It doesn't fit what most of us would consider socially standard.. but it is also sometimes beyond our ability to predict or comprehend. IF you happen to know any of her relatives outside the immediate family, perhaps you could DISCREETLY mention your confusion, and sadness that you could not pay respects as you would have liked.
I don't know how or why... but I certainly hope that the parents are able to find peace concerning this.
Reply:**** REWRITE *****
I actually spoke to a funeral director about this situation and not surprisingly, was told that it is in fact absolutely normal.
First, a funeral home only provides an obituary (and then only a minimal one) if positively requested by the family. It is part of the very difficult paperwork filled in by a family member. Sometimes it is not requested because they have other plans (they will be providing one themself), sometimes it is just overlooked (the box not checked) and the funeral home will not question it, sometimes in cases such as this, while being forced to handle affairs, there is still a sense of denial in the family and an obituary conflicts with this emotion.
But the quick burial is quite common in these circumstances. What delays most burials (besides possible family desires for a public service) is that unless a person dies in the hospital under the care of a physician, there is a coroner's inquest. Sometimes an autopsy. This can take time. However, in the case of a car accident fatality, such an inquest would be limited to 1) Was the person alive at the time of the accident and 2) Positive identification of the body. The latter is the most difficult as this falls to a member of the family - likely a parent in this case. Also, the acquisition of a burial plot is a delay - unless, as seems to be the case here, such a spot is already available.
In the case of a car accident, sadly, the victim's body is often in a very destroyed state. The positive identification process can be devastating. Seeing your son or daughter "like that". Unfortunately, in these cases as well, there is nothing a funeral home can do to restore the body to anything that would be close to acceptable. It just isn't possible. It is very common in these cases to have a fast burial. It helps the family "forget" their last view of their child (in the post-accident state) and get back more quickly to rembering their child as they want to remember them - handsom, beautiful, the way THEIR child looked.
But really, the gist of what the funeral director said was that especially in the case of a car fatality, where the family already had a plot, and more certainly when the child was no longer at home and a daily part of their life, a quick burial is very common. Unless experienced, one cannot imagine what a victim of a car fatality can look like. To see a child this way, on top of the natural devastation of losing a child for any reason, just destroys a parent. Truly destroys them. They honestly just want to get through this and hopefully be able to remember their child as they want to remember them.
Reply:If her mother and father are her next of kin, then it's really up to them. Remember no matter what the circumstances of her death, they have their own way to deal with it. It may not be the best way, but to each his own. Why don't you and her friends get together and make your own tribute to her. Post a memoir poem about her in the obit. and I don't know much about your town, but in mine you can buy benches and have a marker put on them.
Reply:did she get along with her parents? did she ever talk about them? maybe she and her parents were estranged and maybe they didnt feel like she deserved the things that u mentioned. its hard to say without knowing them. or maybe theyre just so hurt they want to forget things they should do so it feels like it never had happened.
Reply:Are her grandparents or any aunts and uncles of hers nearby that you can talk to about this?? People grieve in different ways, but this sounds a bit too much for me. Her parents sound more like Muslims than Catholics (Muslims usually bury their dead within 24 hours) to me. Anyway--back to the aunts, uncles, etc--you might ask them if they are on good terms with the girl's parents, would they mind if you and her other friends chipped in and bought her a tombstone (if only to bring closure to you). But, have them ask the parents first. If that doesn't work, remember your friend each year by releasing balloons in the air (like those mylar type that don't break so easily and that have messages on them like "Missing you"), or having a party in her memory (doing things she liked to do, for instance).
I had a similar thing happen to me back in 1998. I knew my friend hadn't been feeling well, but I NEVER in a million years expected to get a phone call 8 DAYS after she'd died from one of her brothers telling me what had happened--she was having a liver transplant (which she survived), but died from excess water on the brain 3 days before Christmas. To top it off, they cremated her (which,to me, your soul goes to hell if you have it done), so I had no way to go visit her grave and tell her good-bye. I couldn't even get one of those little memorial folders they pass out at funerals to remember her by. If her brother hadn't come across my phone number in her address book, I'd never have been called about it. I tell you what, if 2 straight women could have women soul-mates, that is what we were to each other. It's like we could read each others mind sometimes, and we KNEW when the other one of us was ill.
There IS a marker where she's buried--cemeteries put these little tiny things in the ground so they will know someone is buried in that particular plot. All you'd be able to read are her name, age, and death date. I have a story about this, too. After my grandparents died in 1991, my Mother and I went to the cemetery where they were buried on the following Memorial Day, and I noticed this tiny marker sticking up out of the ground that had been there for almost SEVEN years. At first I didn't think anything about it, but after another 3 years had gone by I was beginning to notice there were NEVER any flowers on her grave, so my cousin and I "adopted" it. We began leaving flowers--even one seemed to help out--there. Well, one year I decided I'd had enough of it, so I practically stood on my head to read this tiny marker (now almost unreadable) to find out who was buried there. I found out it was a lady who'd lived almost 90 years and left all her money to a niece on one stipulation--that she buy a stone with part of the inheritance. The niece did--the type of stone you wear on your finger. Hearing that, I nearly blew my stack--I wrote to the records keeper of the cemetery and said if a tombstone was not at this lady's grave by the following year, that I was going to buy one for her. My letter was shown to the niece and it must have embarrassed her, because a tombstone was at her aunt's grave the next year. I still leave flowers there, too.
Back to your friend--maybe one of the other YA members was right. It could have been an "arranged" accident that the parents were part of, and their guilt is eating at them now. If so, their time will come when they have to meet their Maker and atone for any sins they committed.
Embaressed by death?
huh, is this real? and what are u getting at? i can't think of a reason but mayb they killed her!
Reply:There would be a record at the police department if there was truly a car accident. Maybe you should hire a private investigator.
But since they are Catholic, I bet she committed suicide. That would be the reason for being secretive since it is a mortal sin.
Reply:ever think about the cost? my dad passed away a little over a year ago it was very costly, even going as cheap as possible.
many of the other answers are very good. and if the fact there is no headstone bothers u all that much you can always buy her one, and write an obituary for her yourself. death is never easy for anyone.
Reply:You have two things going... one, the death itself was traumatic. 2nd, it seems VERY likely that the family was not on good terms, and no one can be sure of what that reason was. Just as an example, perhaps the family was very rigid, and they felt the daughters friends did not meet their standards.. perhaps they may even have believed (right or wrong) that the friends might have contributed to family disagreements, etc.
I think the bottom line is that few of us on the outside can EVER be sure that we know the dynamics of a family. There are many families that appear (to outsiders) to be loving and "normal" (for lack of a better word). I can personally testify on that, but it moves away from what you are asking. Nor can many of us predict how a parent reacts or grieves when losing a child.
I am sorry for your confusion, which I can see, adds to the sense of loss. It doesn't fit what most of us would consider socially standard.. but it is also sometimes beyond our ability to predict or comprehend. IF you happen to know any of her relatives outside the immediate family, perhaps you could DISCREETLY mention your confusion, and sadness that you could not pay respects as you would have liked.
I don't know how or why... but I certainly hope that the parents are able to find peace concerning this.
Reply:**** REWRITE *****
I actually spoke to a funeral director about this situation and not surprisingly, was told that it is in fact absolutely normal.
First, a funeral home only provides an obituary (and then only a minimal one) if positively requested by the family. It is part of the very difficult paperwork filled in by a family member. Sometimes it is not requested because they have other plans (they will be providing one themself), sometimes it is just overlooked (the box not checked) and the funeral home will not question it, sometimes in cases such as this, while being forced to handle affairs, there is still a sense of denial in the family and an obituary conflicts with this emotion.
But the quick burial is quite common in these circumstances. What delays most burials (besides possible family desires for a public service) is that unless a person dies in the hospital under the care of a physician, there is a coroner's inquest. Sometimes an autopsy. This can take time. However, in the case of a car accident fatality, such an inquest would be limited to 1) Was the person alive at the time of the accident and 2) Positive identification of the body. The latter is the most difficult as this falls to a member of the family - likely a parent in this case. Also, the acquisition of a burial plot is a delay - unless, as seems to be the case here, such a spot is already available.
In the case of a car accident, sadly, the victim's body is often in a very destroyed state. The positive identification process can be devastating. Seeing your son or daughter "like that". Unfortunately, in these cases as well, there is nothing a funeral home can do to restore the body to anything that would be close to acceptable. It just isn't possible. It is very common in these cases to have a fast burial. It helps the family "forget" their last view of their child (in the post-accident state) and get back more quickly to rembering their child as they want to remember them - handsom, beautiful, the way THEIR child looked.
But really, the gist of what the funeral director said was that especially in the case of a car fatality, where the family already had a plot, and more certainly when the child was no longer at home and a daily part of their life, a quick burial is very common. Unless experienced, one cannot imagine what a victim of a car fatality can look like. To see a child this way, on top of the natural devastation of losing a child for any reason, just destroys a parent. Truly destroys them. They honestly just want to get through this and hopefully be able to remember their child as they want to remember them.
Reply:If her mother and father are her next of kin, then it's really up to them. Remember no matter what the circumstances of her death, they have their own way to deal with it. It may not be the best way, but to each his own. Why don't you and her friends get together and make your own tribute to her. Post a memoir poem about her in the obit. and I don't know much about your town, but in mine you can buy benches and have a marker put on them.
Reply:did she get along with her parents? did she ever talk about them? maybe she and her parents were estranged and maybe they didnt feel like she deserved the things that u mentioned. its hard to say without knowing them. or maybe theyre just so hurt they want to forget things they should do so it feels like it never had happened.
Reply:Are her grandparents or any aunts and uncles of hers nearby that you can talk to about this?? People grieve in different ways, but this sounds a bit too much for me. Her parents sound more like Muslims than Catholics (Muslims usually bury their dead within 24 hours) to me. Anyway--back to the aunts, uncles, etc--you might ask them if they are on good terms with the girl's parents, would they mind if you and her other friends chipped in and bought her a tombstone (if only to bring closure to you). But, have them ask the parents first. If that doesn't work, remember your friend each year by releasing balloons in the air (like those mylar type that don't break so easily and that have messages on them like "Missing you"), or having a party in her memory (doing things she liked to do, for instance).
I had a similar thing happen to me back in 1998. I knew my friend hadn't been feeling well, but I NEVER in a million years expected to get a phone call 8 DAYS after she'd died from one of her brothers telling me what had happened--she was having a liver transplant (which she survived), but died from excess water on the brain 3 days before Christmas. To top it off, they cremated her (which,to me, your soul goes to hell if you have it done), so I had no way to go visit her grave and tell her good-bye. I couldn't even get one of those little memorial folders they pass out at funerals to remember her by. If her brother hadn't come across my phone number in her address book, I'd never have been called about it. I tell you what, if 2 straight women could have women soul-mates, that is what we were to each other. It's like we could read each others mind sometimes, and we KNEW when the other one of us was ill.
There IS a marker where she's buried--cemeteries put these little tiny things in the ground so they will know someone is buried in that particular plot. All you'd be able to read are her name, age, and death date. I have a story about this, too. After my grandparents died in 1991, my Mother and I went to the cemetery where they were buried on the following Memorial Day, and I noticed this tiny marker sticking up out of the ground that had been there for almost SEVEN years. At first I didn't think anything about it, but after another 3 years had gone by I was beginning to notice there were NEVER any flowers on her grave, so my cousin and I "adopted" it. We began leaving flowers--even one seemed to help out--there. Well, one year I decided I'd had enough of it, so I practically stood on my head to read this tiny marker (now almost unreadable) to find out who was buried there. I found out it was a lady who'd lived almost 90 years and left all her money to a niece on one stipulation--that she buy a stone with part of the inheritance. The niece did--the type of stone you wear on your finger. Hearing that, I nearly blew my stack--I wrote to the records keeper of the cemetery and said if a tombstone was not at this lady's grave by the following year, that I was going to buy one for her. My letter was shown to the niece and it must have embarrassed her, because a tombstone was at her aunt's grave the next year. I still leave flowers there, too.
Back to your friend--maybe one of the other YA members was right. It could have been an "arranged" accident that the parents were part of, and their guilt is eating at them now. If so, their time will come when they have to meet their Maker and atone for any sins they committed.
What is the best way to preserve very old pressed flowers?
Some time ago I purchased a bible at a flea market. It was given to an 8-year-old girl in 1910 and inside I recently discovered 12 four-leaf clovers. Nine of them have remained in tack. The other three have broken apart and the leaves have shredded. How can I preserve them remaining?
My father and grandfather used to put four-cleaf clovers on a piece of wood with an Irish good luck saying and varnish over the entire thing. The four-leaf clovers remained a vibrant green.
I don't think this will work since the pedals are already so delicate. I would like to lay them on a piece of paper with the information about them but I don't know if having them against the glass will further deteriorate them or if maybe a piece of vellum against the glass is the way to go.
Please help, I truly believe things like these should be treasured. Thank you!
What is the best way to preserve very old pressed flowers?
How about trying 2 sheets of very thin acrylic. Or cellophane, you could buy that in stationery shop.
Reply:Maybe you could use a spray varnish on the remaining four leaf clover, if there is such a thing, then purchase a laminating kit (Wal * Mart) %26amp; seal them inside. The kits come in many sizes %26amp; you could insert the info inside as well. I agree with you, such things should be treasured always!!! :)
**I like artgal12's advice too**
Reply:You could try placing them between two plates of plexiglass then seal the edges with something that will create an air tight seal.
Reply:Mama always pressed them between waxed paper in the Family Bible. Seems like she pressed the petals flat with a warm iron, I guess to put the wax on them, you could try something else and attemp clear spray varnish on velum maybe just to see if it would work. mabe you could melt wax and pour it over them or the gel stuff you make candles out of. That might be a good idea! put it in a glass and pour the gel candle stuff around it; you would have it suspended and keep it pretty at the same time. Good luck and let me know what works.You can email me. okay
My father and grandfather used to put four-cleaf clovers on a piece of wood with an Irish good luck saying and varnish over the entire thing. The four-leaf clovers remained a vibrant green.
I don't think this will work since the pedals are already so delicate. I would like to lay them on a piece of paper with the information about them but I don't know if having them against the glass will further deteriorate them or if maybe a piece of vellum against the glass is the way to go.
Please help, I truly believe things like these should be treasured. Thank you!
What is the best way to preserve very old pressed flowers?
How about trying 2 sheets of very thin acrylic. Or cellophane, you could buy that in stationery shop.
Reply:Maybe you could use a spray varnish on the remaining four leaf clover, if there is such a thing, then purchase a laminating kit (Wal * Mart) %26amp; seal them inside. The kits come in many sizes %26amp; you could insert the info inside as well. I agree with you, such things should be treasured always!!! :)
**I like artgal12's advice too**
Reply:You could try placing them between two plates of plexiglass then seal the edges with something that will create an air tight seal.
Reply:Mama always pressed them between waxed paper in the Family Bible. Seems like she pressed the petals flat with a warm iron, I guess to put the wax on them, you could try something else and attemp clear spray varnish on velum maybe just to see if it would work. mabe you could melt wax and pour it over them or the gel stuff you make candles out of. That might be a good idea! put it in a glass and pour the gel candle stuff around it; you would have it suspended and keep it pretty at the same time. Good luck and let me know what works.You can email me. okay
Mexico wins the War!! The surrender papers have been formed. What is the Mexican national anthem?
Do we have to sing the Anthem in Spanish?
What does a peso look like? whats it worth?
Burritos go right through me. Will I have to eat them?
Will I get seista time off at work?
Will the National flower be a cactus?
This is going to be hard to adjust to.
Will we get classes on this stuff?
Mexico wins the War!! The surrender papers have been formed. What is the Mexican national anthem?
immigration laws have been ignored for 30 years. this was inevitable. face it, america is changing and not fot the better. viva los gringos!
Reply:What war was that then?
Reply:There is no war with Mexico. The second generation gains the profits as we all did when our families came from Ireland, England,Spain, Portugal,Russia, Austria,Israel, Italy, Middle East etc. We are all one people. Nobody is taking over the land. Get over it and live and let live...We are a diversified nation. That is why we are all Americans.
Reply:Where can I find some Amero's, these dollars just aren't cutting it anymore. Yea right!
Ron Paul 08'
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What does a peso look like? whats it worth?
Burritos go right through me. Will I have to eat them?
Will I get seista time off at work?
Will the National flower be a cactus?
This is going to be hard to adjust to.
Will we get classes on this stuff?
Mexico wins the War!! The surrender papers have been formed. What is the Mexican national anthem?
immigration laws have been ignored for 30 years. this was inevitable. face it, america is changing and not fot the better. viva los gringos!
Reply:What war was that then?
Reply:There is no war with Mexico. The second generation gains the profits as we all did when our families came from Ireland, England,Spain, Portugal,Russia, Austria,Israel, Italy, Middle East etc. We are all one people. Nobody is taking over the land. Get over it and live and let live...We are a diversified nation. That is why we are all Americans.
Reply:Where can I find some Amero's, these dollars just aren't cutting it anymore. Yea right!
Ron Paul 08'
art
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