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Esto no es un juego! Puros goodtimes el pasado fin de semana. Foto del tour Fuerza y Honor en Leon con Bye Bye California y Down the City Lights. Yo creo que eso contó por los #100happydays jejej #estoesblackmetal #poppunk #ryther
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New photo. Tweet n' Roll photo-shoot by Ryther #happy2013 #melissamars #ryther #tweetnroll #ilovemylife #lifeisbeautiful
An Elizabethan gilded pocket sundial by Augustine Ryther.
Dated 1585
Made for Sir George St Paul, a Lincolnshire squire.
This elegant dial, by one of the most famous engravers in London in the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, is remarkable in that it is signed and dated by its maker, and bears the name of its owner, Sir George St Paul of Snarford and Carlton in Lincolnshire.
The name ‘*Geo=Seyntpoll’ and an heraldic shield are engraved inside the lid of the dial.
This dial is only the third instrument by Augustine Ryther to have come to light, and it is the earliest. It was dug up by chance on the estate of the father-in-law of its owner.
SESION DE FOTOS DE @RYTHERR #BEERPONG 2011
Sidenote...
Receiving paychecks from Ryther is like getting a birthday card from a great aunt: sometimes they give you a $50, and sometimes they sign it "Happy 4th Birthday, Joey!"
Let Me Be Perfectly Vague...
I haven't made a real post in a while. Holy cow...better solve that problem.
So, work sucks. Working is freaking awesome, I love every minute of it. The problem is that I am down to 2 cases (plus my super unreliable Saturday case), and my twice weekly case is the one that is going to go bye-bye in a matter of weeks, according to Mom, who is seeking third party custody. I want my job back and it hasn't even gone anywhere!
Ryther is going well, I love working there more and more each time I do it. It gets harder each time I go to work, it seems like, but I think part of it is because I'm finally building a relationship with these kids. I have more knowledge and more responsibility, and more freedom. All very dangerous things...
The other day when I worked, I got to go to the pediatrician with another staff, Adam, and a boy and girl client. The girl we went with has some paranoia issues, so I was really nervous taking her to a medical appointment. In the short version, she escalated twice over getting her blood drawn, I had to shush staff and stop them from touching her, the doctor felt her lymph nodes with one hand (who does that?!), so she thought she was going to be choked, and people kept calling me her mom, even though I was wearing a name tag and looked nothing like her. Overall, it was a really great experience :) Seriously...I learned a lot!
So...I have a crush on someone. He's...attractive. Tall. Nice. I Facebook stalked him, so I know he has a LOT in common with me. Stuff I would consider very important. Also stuff that Aquil was lacking. It's a new crush, so I'm going to be very vague. I just met the man...I'll work my magic. I know when and where I'll be seeing him again. And that will be the biggest hint I give.
Get ready for a rapid change of topic. TMI alert in effect for the next paragraph.
I had such bad abdominal pain last night that it took me more than 3 hours to go to sleep. I did some research and read that, as you get older, the pain is supposed to get better or ease up, not get increasingly worse. It has always been bad, but NEVER kept me up or actually kept me from leading my life normally...for the most part. I think I may have called in sick once or twice in the last year of college to work for debilitating pain, but it was never bad enough that I was lying in bed, writhing in the fetal position and moaning. I took ibuprofen, drank hot water with ginger, peppermint tea, hot milk, hot water with brown sugar and ginger, direct heat, massage, stretching, NOTHING WORKED. I called my aunt to transfer some money and I'm going to the clinic tomorrow. The pain before my cycle this month started 2 days before and was almost as bad as if it had already started. That hadn't ever happened before. This can't happen again. I was lucky it was my one sure day off...the nausea and pain and dizziness was absolutely unbelievable. I was in a considerable amount of pain today, too, but not bad enough to skip out on work. I also found out that most woman only lose 2-3 tablespoons of blood every month, and that if you lose more it can CAUSE anemia. I definitely lose more than that. A LOT more. Now, if you don't have ovaries and/or weren't Jimmy or another male I consider to be my brother, sorry if that was TMI.
Just pray that I don't have endometriosis or cysts or anything like that. OH, also pray that they don't try to put me on birth control. Because I WILL refuse.
While you're praying, could you tack on that I get a lot of really good cases at work really soon? because I've only made $820 this month so far, and that's not enough to pay rent and car insurance, let alone the phone bill and the $300 in other bills I have to pay every month...
NET Training My Little Pony fruit snacks Cute outfit
CRAMPS STILL no work Emo :/
<3 Briana
From Ashes
Today was very odd. It started yesterday, first of all, with an overnight at Ryther, 1100p-700a, then mass at Blessed Sacrament at 800a. I couldn't go home before mass, not that there was a point to going home except to change or shower. I did downstairs last night at work at C, which means I sat downstairs by myself all alone for 8 hours doing laundry.
I was surprisingly awake when I left Ryther, and sitting in the car outside the church, since I got there about 40 minutes early. I walked in about 30 minutes before mass and looked at all the fliers they have in the back of the church. The next time I go back, I will submit my information and become a member of Blessed Sacrament Parish.
I sat in a pew about 8 rows back from the alter waiting for mass to start. Father Daniel and Father Christopher were leading some parishioners in Morning prayer. They chanted everything but the readings, and my hour of sleep before work, after already having worked at Ryther 700a-100p the morning before, was not helping to keep me awake. By the time mass actually started I was struggling to stay awake. I remember mass, so I suppose that's a good sign. And I got my ashes.
I got home from mass (which seemed like the longest 50 minutes ever) around 915a and almost immediately passed out, shortly after setting my alarm for 130p. I woke up to my phone ringing, and a Social Worker who's name I don't remember called me to tell me that she was covering for the assigned social worker on the case, who was out of town. She informed me that my client had been discharged and the visit location for today would have to move. The visit is supposed to be from 400p-600p. She called me at 245p. I called Mom immediately after I got off the phone with her and found out that she's staying in Seatac, and the Child lives in Shoreline, which is too far for me to drive (per work restrictions) and Mom doesn't have a car. Through all this chaos, and through no fault of Mom's or my own, the visit didn't happen. The next visit probably won't be until next Wednesday because Mom is going to a residential treatment facility that has a no-visit policy and has to ask for permission. This means that I am guaranteed to work, as of now one two-hour visit plus transport next week.
During all of this, my supervisor and I were calling each other back and forth. During one of these phone calls, she informed me that she accidentally did NOT re-bid a case of mine that was suspended last week because the name was misspelled and she didn't recognize it. Another agency picked up the case, so I don't get to see those kids anymore. The chances were that, if we did re-bid the case, I wouldn't have gotten it. I'm very far away from the pick-up, drop-off, and visit location, and I didn't yet have seniority (4 months) on the case. Nevertheless, I'm really sad that I don't have that case anymore. Although it will be good for my gas mileage.
Angela bid me a TTh morning case, and I PRAY that we win it. We lost at least one bid for me recently, and now I DESPERATELY need hours from her. May's paycheck is going to SUCK.
I made it through today with 3 non-meals and dinner (one more than is "allowed", but I was awake for 27 hours, so I think God will forgive me, I went 12 hours between eating). I'm already jonesing for a snack, though, and its only the first day. If one of my Lenten sacrifices hadn't been no eating after 9, then I still wouldn't have been able to eat until one minute ago. It will be tough, but I LOVE Lent. I always grow so much, I always learn something, and its worth the suffering to grow closer to God. It always is.
Here again is what I'm sacrificing/offering:
No food between 9pm and 5am
No meat Monday Wednesday
No dairy Friday
No pork or beef at all
Daily Prayer (one of: Rosary, Divine Mercy Chaplet, Morning or Evening prayer, daily mass, or meditation from my Thomas a Kempis book)
Exercise 3 times a week
No drinking (I never drink during Lent)
It's a long list, but one or two of those was not enough. One or two would have been a cop out. I seek a challenge during this season or I don't learn anything, I don't grow spiritually, and I don't grow closer to God. Only 45 more days to go...
Good morning, Ivy! Starbuck...s Lent
Goodbye J and M Hours like ashes in the wind Sleep deprivation
<3 Briana