text:
Kayden: Intense
So I was standing there, ready to be blown to pieces by that crazy psychopath, who was apparently Ian. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact. Nothing happened. I opened them again to see that we were all surrounded by a giant shield. Woah. Who had the awesomme shielding power that I didn't know about?! I tured around to see Aysh leaning against the wall, slightly out of breath. then it clicked. "Wow. Did you summon that?" I asked. She nodded. "Thanks." Thats all I could say.
So, we were safe for the moment. But would should we do next? We needed to know why this guy was here, and what his intentions were. I wondered, would my powers work through the barrier? It was worth a try. "Watch my body." I said. Aysh looked at me puzzled. Not many people knew the depths of my abilities yet. "I'll be right back" I told her. Then I concentrated. Hard.
I zoned out and tried to enter his mind, but I felt some resistance. I wasn't sure if that was because of the barrier, or whether he was just too powerful. I tried again. I wanted to help. I wanted to be useful. I put all my energy in to trying to even hear his thoughts. All I heard was white noise. I strained, and could feel myself becoming weak.
She will always be mine
I heard him think. I smiled, I was getting somewhere. But gee, what a psycho. I tried to hear more. But the resistance seemed to be getting stronger. I felt myself being pulled back. I gave up and returned to my body, tired and out of breath. Everybody nearby was preoccupied with the fight going on downstairs. Meita and Ian were screaming at each other. "He says," I said, heavily out of breath. "That she will always be his." I looked at Aysh. I couldn't read the expression on her face. I sat down on the floor, trying to catch my breath.I felt as though I was slowly getting weaker. The last thing I remember was knowing that Ian had left, and that Meita was badly injured. Then, everything went black.


text:
Arsenal misses chance to pressure Manchester United
LONDON (AP) Arsenal was held to 0-0 by Sunderland to halt its charge for the Premier League title while West Bromwich Albion and West Ham picked up crucial victories at the other end of the table on Saturday.
Sunderland was thankful to Simon Mignolet at the Emirates Stadium, with the goalkeeper producing an inspired display to keep second-place Arsenal at bay in a one-sided match.
League leader Manchester United, which has played the same number of games as the Gunners, can move six points clear at the top if it beats Liverpool away on Sunday.
Third-place Manchester City moved four points behind Arsenal by beating bottom side Wigan 1-0. Midfielder David Silva grabbed the winner when his low shot in the 38th was bundled into his own net by Wigan goalkeeper Ali Al Habsi.
In-form West Ham eased past Stoke 3-0 to climb out of the bottom three, replaced by Birmingham which lost 3-1 at home to relegation rival West Brom.
In the other games, Bolton and Fulham both scored late goals to clinch 3-2 wins over Aston Villa and Blackburn respectively, and Everton rallied to defeat Newcastle 2-1 away.
Substitute Marouane Chamakh's close-range header against the crossbar was the closest Arsenal came to breaking the deadlock on a day of frustration for the London team, which will now travel to Spain ahead of the second leg of its Champions League last-16 match with Barcelona.
With Cesc Fabregas, Theo Walcott and Robin van Persie among the players already out for Arsenal, manager Arsene Wenger will be unhappy to see midfielder Jack Wilshere come away nursing a minor ankle injury. The England international should be fit for the Barcelona game, though.
Wenger was more concerned his side wasted the chance to apply heavy pressure on United and was unhappy at what he believed was a wrong decision to disallow Andrey Arshavin's second-half goal for offside.
"I am too disgusted to speak about these things," Wenger said. "These kind of things have too big an impact on the Premier League and we are really disappointed but we have to take it on the chin for the next game."
Mignolet defied Nicklas Bendtner with a superb tip over the bar at the end of the first half, while Samir Nasri saw the Belgian deny him three times to somehow keep the score level.
City was lucky to come away from Eastlands with three points, given the circumstances surrounding Silva's goal and with Wigan wasting a host of clear-cut chances in the second half.
City, in the middle of a busy run of fixtures and playing three days after an FA Cup win over Aston Villa, was lethargic all match.
"In the first half, we played well, but in the second half we were so tired and Wigan played well," City manager Roberto Mancini said.
There was more movement at the foot of the standings as West Ham continued its upward progress with a comfortable victory over Stoke.
Demba Ba, with his fourth goal in three games, Manuel da Costa and Thomas Hitzlsperger were the scorers for the Hammers as they moved a point above Birmingham, which came back down to earth after its 2-1 win over Arsenal in the League Cup final last weekend.
Alex McLeish's side was deservedly beaten by West Brom, which produced an inspired second-half performance to claim a first win since mid-January.
Youssouf Mulumbu, James Morrison and Paul Scharner found the net for the visitors after the break, with Chile midfielder Jean Beausejour scoring Birmingham's consolation.
Those two victories brought Blackburn back into the relegation picture after its defeat at Fulham.
Bobby Zamora scored the winner from the penalty spot, his first goal in more than a year, to see Fulham home and leave Blackburn just two points off the bottom three.
Blackburn twice came from behind to equalize, through goals by Grant Hanley and David Hoilett, after strikes from Fulham winger Damien Duff at Craven Cottage.
Bolton provisionally moved above Liverpool into sixth place thanks to the victory over Villa, whose winger Ashley Young will rue missing a penalty when his team was 2-1 up.
Darren Bent and Marc Albrighton twice put Villa ahead only to be hauled back by a brace from Gary Cahill, before substitute Ivan Klasnic scored the winning goal for Bolton.
Leon Best opened the scoring for Newcastle at St. James' Park but goals by Leon Osman and Phil Jagielka earned Everton the win.
Copyright 2011 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

subset: commoncrawl


text:
CUSTOMER TESTIMONIAL POSTED BY BUSINESS Dear Guy and Brad, Thanks very much for the booklets for Mothers service they were exactly what we wanted, and your excellent service is really appreciated. The service went very well : an uplifting tribute to a long and worthy life. I t..
Clickprint fellows were amazing doing my signage job. My signage was fantastic and looked great with special effects you were professional and on time. Prompt communication through out the job and best value for your money. Couldn't have asked for more. Will love to do bus..
Get your job done right
We verify our businesses
Only hire the best
Free to request and free to hire!
Laverton, VIC
Folding, Binding
A single project
Photo printing, Paper printing
Document is 14 pages in 8 spreads.
I'm hoping to saddle stitch my portfolio in landscape A4 (though I can do that myself if necessary). I assume this means I'd need to print on A2 for the length.
What next?
Businesses like to send a quote as soon as possible. You may receive
your first quote within an hour.
Call us on 13 18 18Visit our help centre Back to job form
Keep an eye on your email for quotes that we send you from relevant businesses.
We will notify you here when quotes come in.
Why do we need this?
Businesses who send you a quote may get in touch to chat about your request.
Login to submit your job.
Forgot your password? Reset your password
We have sent an email to
We have re-sent the email. Check your email and follow the link to change your password.
Send again
Be sure to check your spam folder for an email from email@example.com
Only businesses that send you a quote will see your contact details.


text:
Micah House is a Christ-centered and biblically-based afterschool center for children and youth which has been making an impact in the next generation of Redlands since 2001. There are two locations, Oxford Drive and Chapel Street, and both houses serve the community by helping low-income families meet the tremendous challenges faced by their children in the under-resourced neighborhood of North Redlands. Our goal is to mobilize volunteers and provide programs that focus on the educational, social, emotional and spiritual needs of children and youth from 1st through 12th grade. These programs include homework help, tutoring, literacy, art, recreational activities, computer training, character building, and college preparation.
There are many ways to describe the children at Micah House: At-Risk, Underserved, Under-privileged, Troubled, Urban poor, etc. But the truth is – they are just kids! Though we need to define our subject so that we can find solutions to the problems which they face, we do not want to label the children with these negative definitions.
For the last ten years, we have been a valuable 'community service' organization for Redlands, however now we are seeking to broaden our impact in the community by becoming a 'community development' organization. The difference is subtle yet significant in that there is so much more that we can do to bless the community. We have been surveying the needs and assets of the people while researching other similar organizations. Our staff and leadership team have been studying books like When Helping Hurts so that the decisions we make in the future will establish lasting change in the community. Since Micah House is a separate 501(c)(3) non-profit organization, we have the capacity for obtaining grants and other outside funding for projects and programs that are needed.
My prayer is that the stories you are about to read will inspire you to join us in making a world of difference in the lives of children and their families of Micah House.
Dave Wilson – Director, Micah House
Trinity Community Foundation


text:
I am not surprised that Bernie Sanders is opposed to open borders. There is a long tradition of socialists, labor unions, and Marxists opposing open borders in the United States. Many left-wing intellectuals oppose liberalized immigration, let alone open borders, because it will destroy political support for redistribution and state control of the economy – and they might be right.
However, I was surprised by the poor arguments made by Richard Eskrow in defense of Sanders. On how immigrants affect Americans, there is little difference between the expressed opinions of Senator Sanders and Senator Sessions (see here for a rebuttal I wrote to Senator Sessions, some of the following is borrowed from it). Senator Sanders, at least, wants to legalize the unauthorized immigrants who are here and probably doesn't want to seriously limit future immigration.
Below I will block quote Eskrow's arguments and respond to each one.
"Like many libertarian ideas, 'open borders' is bold, has superficial intellectual appeal – and is incapable of withstanding thoughtful scrutiny. It would benefit the wealthy few at the expense of the many, here and abroad."
One of the main criticisms of immigration by restrictionists is that poor immigrants gain far more than Americans do. Harvard professor George Borjas' famous paper on the wage effects of immigration found that Americans benefitted very slightly from it while almost all of the gains go toward the immigrants themselves. Even excluding the economic benefits to the immigrants themselves, poor Americans just aren't hurt by having more people here. Borjas did find that immigrants decrease the wages of lower skilled Americans relative to higher skilled American, but his work is the most negative in the economics literature and should be taken with several big grains of salt. In that paper, he holds the supply of capital as fixed – an assumption that may be fine for an academic publication but it is not useful for making an argument against immigration in the real world. The stock of capital is dynamic and increases with the population. Ignoring that important effect would make any increase in population decrease wages. It should further be noted that Borjas, like other economists, admits that immigration does help Americans more than it harms them, but with some distributional consequences.


text:
paint baseboards
how much to charge prime,putty, sand,paint 2 coats on base boards?
for 18 miles of it? a buck two eighty.
( pricing questions don't do well, by the way..)
My standard price is $85,000. Really, how much of it, what kind of wood, primed, repainting old, 2 inch, 4 inch, 8 inch, quarter round, well, you get the picture. Just no way to even give a ballpark with so little info.
J/K of course, but check out the above link for the "sticky" about asking for pricing info.
tree fiddy
2.00 a foot. if its already nailed up then 3.00 a foot.
a day?:whistling2:
|All times are GMT -5. The time now is 01:45 AM.
vBulletin Security provided by vBSecurity v2.2.2 (Pro) - vBulletin Mods & Addons Copyright © 2017 DragonByte Technologies Ltd.
User Alert System provided by Advanced User Tagging (Pro) - vBulletin Mods & Addons Copyright © 2017 DragonByte Technologies Ltd.


text:
You are currently using an unsupported web browser.
We support the latest versions of these browsers:
If you have any problems while attempting to download a browser, you should contact your organization's system administrator.
For any questions related to Cvent, feel free to contact our Customer Care team.
Mansion Dandi Royal, is the first tango themed Boutique Hotel in San Telmo, heart of Buenos Aires city, Argentina. Unique in its artistic presentation of the tango ambiance. The 30 guest rooms at the Mansion Dandi Royal Boutique Hotel are equipped with a closet, TV with international channels, pipe...
You must be logged in to view contact information for this supplier. Sign up for a free Cvent account today.


text: Messengers Collection DVDRiP XViD PaCK-BLUEPLANET The Messengers is nothing more than a run-of-the-mill haunted house movie, and a poorly made one at that. Columbia/Screen Gems would have you believe it's all about gifted children with supernatural visions (a la The Sixth Sense), but this slow-mover is aimed squarely at teens that get their chills from the Grudge movies -American or Japanese, either will do. A murdered family sadly haunts the home in which they met their demise, wreaking havoc on the life and mental state of a teenage girl, as she and her baby brother are the only ones that can see these not-so-grisly apparitions. Why can't their parents (Dylan McDermott and Penelope Ann Miller) catch a glimpse? That's not explained -- if it were, there might have been more meat on these bare bones. The.Messengers.DVDRip.XviD-SR.rar Messengers.2.The.Scarecrow.DVDRip.XviD-GFW.rar


text:
I loved this episode. Especially by the implications - "He's not bringing that lunatic kid of his, is he?" - "Last time he was here, he used me as a knife-throwing target!" - "That kid should be locked in a cage!" "That's what he did to me! He wouldn't let me eat for three days." "Hey! I - I was just thinking about you! Hey, member that - that time we went swimming and you tried to drown me?"
Inspiration abound. :)
Especially Hiccup's resignation - "I'm gonna have to stop him from breaking stuff, aren't I." - meaning he has a bit of experience. And if Stoick really "almost gave up" on him, he can't have really. Who else to keep Dagur under tabs? It's a very important job. Only the trusted are worthy.
Read and review, you know the drill. Get back to me on this one. ;)
Hiccup is one. Until the moment that Osvald's ships appear, the entire village had forgotten about the Berserkers' imminent arrival. Stoick hastily buckles on his ceremonial belt, lingers at the doorway at his tiny son sleeping peacefully in the arms of Valhallarama. "Stay in the house," he says. "I don't want Dagur using this little mite as a punching bag."
Dagur is four.
Hiccup is two. He's walking and talking, asking questions incessantly with simple words and pulling anything he can down onto the floor. Valhallarama wants to show him off to the other tribe – he'll be our chief, you wait – but at the sight of Stoick's face, she remembers exactly why she hates the Berserk chieftain bloodline – it breeds madness.
Dagur is five.
Hiccup is three. This time, it's Gobber who stays at home with the tyke, keeping him in the little room next to the forge and giving him a charcoal pencil and the mace arm to play with. He watches from the door as the heir to the Berserker throne chases the Thorston girl up the street, caterwauling all the way and swinging a stick.
He shakes his head and turns to see Hiccup's doodles all over the broad iron spikes.
Dagur is six.
Hiccup is four. He still doesn't take direction well but can easily obey if he has a mind to. Stoick tells him to stay put as soon as the white sails appear on the horizon, and the order is only minded because Hiccup cannot reach the door handle yet.
Dagur is seven.
Hiccup is five. This time, he goes out the back door and climbs up the shingle-ladder he's been designing for days. He crawls along the roof, easily concealed by the rough shape and the wooden Nightmare roosting from the peak. He watches as the ships sail in, heralds announcing things he can't hear from this distance, and sees a boy a few years older than he is peeking out behind the chief's back.
He can't stop shivering.
Dagur is eight.
Hiccup is six. Gobber tries to mislead him by giving him far more work than usual to do, but Hiccup still sees Dagur follow the precession to the Great Hall eagerly, swinging his hands in an eerie replication of a sword swing.
Sweating over the hot fire, Hiccup tries to ignore him, but Dagur comes right up to him and gets in his face, leering. It isn't a Snotlout leer, one of false talent and retribution. Hiccup knows Dagur will hurt him. Consequentially, he flinches backward and drops three swords into the fire at the same time, so they throw up sparks.
Later, Hiccup can feverishly agree that Dagur's absence was worth the burns.
Hiccup is seven. Wary of last year, he too joins with the procession after a polite and careful inquiry from Osvald as to why he has not met the Hooligan heir. He doesn't follow most of the politics, but spends most of the dinner trying to avoid Dagur.
It doesn't work, and by the end of the night, Hiccup isn't sure he wants to pick his face up from that soup again.
Hiccup is eight. Dagur has earned a horrible reputation on Berk, and with a new axe he runs around like a lunatic, swinging it into houses and brandishing it at people who cross his path. Hiccup follows at a distance, wishing his dad was here to see this and wondering if he should do something to stop it.
When Dagur pushes Hiccup down and threatens to lop his head off, Hiccup decides it's not worth the effort.
Hiccup is nine. Since the disaster of last year, he's been tasked with keeping an eye on the only Berserker he's actually seen… well, Berserk. He follows him around, keeping one hand on a tiny knife in his belt while Dagur struts around like he owns the place and demands to see places he isn't allowed to.
Although he's drop-dead terrified, Hiccup moves his vest to show his weapon and stands his ground, suggesting they go to the forge instead, a place where Hiccup is fairly sure he can keep him under control.
Three long scorch marks on the wall and a broken table later, Hiccup is more than ready to admit defeat.
Hiccup is ten. For her birthday, Astrid had gotten her mother's heirloom axe, and can't stop touching it. Hiccup can't stop watching her. She's not very steady with it, and she keeps bringing it to Gobber and demanding it re-sharpened, but Hiccup doesn't care. She has good coordination and she'll get better with time.
In fact, Hiccup's watching her swing at a tree when someone chortles behind him and holds a sword to his throat. There's only one person who can laugh like that, and he's actually not surprised that Dagur somehow snuck up on him.
What he is surprised at is Astrid's readiness to test her new axe, judging by the display they made when she tackled him in the village square. The fight is bloody – he pulls her hair, she bites his wrist, and he laughs the whole time, acting crazy.
After nodding politely to Astrid for saving his life, Hiccup abandons post and high-tails it home.
Hiccup is eleven. Dagur wants to go swimming. Reluctant to do anything that makes him happy, Hiccup goes along with it tentatively. He knows, somehow, that this is a bad idea, but if it tires him out it shouldn't be too bad. Hiccup plans to stay in the surf and let the other swim in the deep water, but his plans are shot to Hel when Dagur drags him, kicking and throwing sand, straight into the water and tows him out to sea.
It's only a very well-placed rock and the luck of the gods that keeps him from drowning. To make matters worse, by the time Hiccup makes it back to shore, his quarry has disappeared. Soggy and spitting salt water, Hiccup is too tired to care.
Hiccup is twelve. He loses Dagur for a few minutes and when he returns, he acts shiftily and disappears for long stretches of time. When Hiccup finally catches him days later, it's to find a horrible, horrible scene – a huge cage constructed in their ship-building-house with Fishlegs inside, looking weak and extremely relieved to see Hiccup, retching onto the floor. Dagur jiggles a spoon in a wooden bucket of what seems to be rotted fish heads, then dumps it on top of him.
Hiccup can't stand the lunacy anymore, and grabs the other by the wrist, pushing him out of the house and bolting the door behind him, pushing his back up against it to prevent entry by force.
Now left in siege with a very, very sick Fishlegs, Hiccup can do nothing except let the other out of his cage and instruct him to drink water very slowly, hoping either his father or Dagur's will come and end this, the sooner, the better. He's not sure how much longer the door is going to hold up, even with both him and Fishlegs sitting against it.
Hiccup is thirteen. Hyperaware of anything Dagur might try, he doesn't take his eyes off him. He decides to take him to the woods, hoping that whatever he has up his sleeve won't affect the whole village. This proves almost immediately to be a mistake – pinning Hiccup to a tree by his sleeves, Dagur spends an inordinate amount of time working on his aim.
This is the moment Hiccup knows knife-throwing will never be for him. Eventually they find him, half asleep and sagging, begging not to be saddled with Dagur ever again.
Hiccup is fourteen. He's reasonably confident about this year – maybe even a little bit smug. He isn't afraid of what Dagur can do to him anymore, that's for sure.
But when his dad tells him his job for this year – hiding their dragons to prevent war with the Berserkers (made worse by that poor Thorston Zippleback) – his fear comes back, full force. He's not directly afraid of bodily harm, but he's afraid of what the Berserker chief can do to his village, and his dragons.
This year turns out to be almost worse than the Fishlegs-cod-head-year, or even the tried-to-drown-him year. The almost-beheaded year, the Dagur-Astrid-fight-year and the sword-forge-lunatic-year have paled significantly by comparison.
But Hiccup has to admit it's fun to use the old Viking fallback and send him running.


text:
The first two seasons of Jimmy Mulligan's career didn't go exactly as planned.
The Medford, New York native had signed for the Cosmos on April 11th, 2014 after a decorated career at St John's University, which saw him feature in all 80 games for the Red Storm during his four years there. However, the next two years with the Cosmos saw Mulligan start five games out of only six that he appeared in, totaling only 477 minutes in green and white.
However, that lack of minutes changed this season, as Mulligan headed out to Kansas City to spend time on loan with Sporting KC's USL affiliate Swope Park Rangers. Head Coach Gio Savarese called it an "excellent opportunity" for Mulligan to further his professional development, while Jimmy himself said it would a "new challenge" to call a team outside of New York home, but was ready to embrace it.
Mulligan certainly made the most of his time in Kansas City, making 16 starts in 17 appearances for the Rangers, logging 1,432 minutes on the pitch. He was recalled July 22nd in an effort to help the depth of the Cosmos back line that had been impacted by the purchase of Gabriel Farfan by Miami F.C.
Now in his "second stint" with the Cosmos, Mulligan is finally contributing in a big way and getting minutes.
Mulligan has started four games since his return to the Cosmos, going the full 90 in all four of those starts. He's attributed six interceptions, three tackles, and recorded a critical block of Michael Nanchoff's shot in the 97th minute on Saturday that secured all three points in a 3-2 win against the Tampa Bay Rowdies. After the game, Mulligan told the media what it meant to be contributing and playing again.
"Yeah, no, it's great. Obviously, every player wants to play and I'm really excited to be out there and playing. Like I say every season, anyway I can help the team, I'm going to help them. The hard work has paid off."
"Hopefully I can keep building on this. We've got a long season to go, and you know in Kansas City I definitely got a lot of experience and it definitely helped me on the field, and I'm bringing that to here."
The way Mulligan looked when he spoke that night told those in the room more about how he felt than the words he spoke. When he approached the media, his face was aglow with the feeling of accomplishment and the idea that he had finally "returned". He had given solid performances over the past month, but the block against Nanchoff (and the mobbing by his teammates that followed) was his moment, one that no one could debate or take away from him. Jimmy seemed to finally be comfortable, and home. While it was obvious he loved what Kansas City did for him professionally, he loved the fact that he had finally began to hit his stride in the place he has called home, professionally and personally, for so many years.
Mulligan's contributions have certainly not gone unnoticed by the rest of the Cosmos. The man who stands behind Mulligan, Jimmy Maurer, also heaped praise on the defender after his late game heroics.
"He's always been a great player, but it's just those little things that you pick up from getting games. That's what people talk about at every level, no matter what age you are. You have to be playing games; there's no way to simulate the little nuances of a game in practices. There's so many little things: the timing of a game, when to speed up, when to slow down, when to step into a space, when to hold. Especially defensively, when he needs to step to an attacker or know when to hold his space and not leave that space in behind. That's what he comes back with. He's always shown a lot of talent in training, and now he's coming with a lot more games under his belt. That's always the toughest thing for a young player, no matter who you are, is to try and find somewhere to get games and be at the highest level you can be. But, getting minutes and games shows in the long run."
Head coach Gio Savarese added his own thoughts.
"Mulligan has showed that he has grown from a few years ago. The fact he went on a loan and played so many matches allowed him to look better, and that's why he's been starting on a consistent basis. I think he's more mature, I think he's more comfortable, I think he knows how to make better decisions. I think that he's more clinical and patient and understands better what he needs to do in every situation. He can still continue to grow, but he's shown a lot of maturity, and that's very important to us."
A common thread when talking to players about Jimmy Mulligan's return seems to be that the team always had confidence in him and his abilities. They always knew his talent and knew that he worked hard and contributed in the ways he could; Mulligan said it himself. Every season he says he'll help the team anyway he can. However, he just couldn't get the game minutes to develop and contribute properly. Jimmy spent years sitting behind Hunter Freeman, and now, after this loan, he's finally getting his chance.
Speaking of Hunter Freeman, his role in Jimmy's return should not go unnoticed or without discussion. Mulligan shared that the two have a great relationship when asked if the two discussed Jimmy's return to right back.
"We talk about it. He knows I can do the job, and he's happy to go inside (at center back), as long as he's playing. He always tries to help me. Me and Hunter have a really good relationship. Ever since I first joined the team, he's always been trying to help me. He's such an experienced pro, and I've only been, you know, three or four years. So, he's definitely trying to help me and give me experience as he can."
When talking to Freeman specifically about Mulligan and his contributions, he seemed to echo what Maurer and Savarese said before him.
"He made a save at a critical point and that just shows his maturity as a player now. He's tuned in for 97 minutes tonight. Him going away and getting regular minutes has helped his confidence. He's been put in difficult positions, time and time again, week in and week out. He always trained well, but I know as a young player I was there before. When you're not getting games, it's difficult. He came back during a period where we needed him because didn't have many bodies at the time. He's slotted in at right back and done well, and that's why he's still there. For me, it's a position that I've played my whole career, so I just try to give him little pointers in practice and in the games, and to his credit, he's executed well."
It'll be interesting to see how the back line performs for the rest of the Cosmos push towards the playoffs and Soccer Bowl in 2016, but for now, the return of a local soccer star to prominence is a great story to follow and watch.


text:
Arrival in Barcelona
Trip Start Nov 16, 2008
14Trip End Nov 29, 2008
Map your own trip!
Loading Map
Loading Map
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines
Where I stayed
Rental Apartment
We called Maria, the contact at the rental agency for the apartment. We had some problems with our rented phone at first, but did get through. We got a taxi to take us to the apartment, but the line was crazy. No one followed the queue, and it was very frustrating.
The driver didn't speak English, but he was very nice, and we were still able to communicate effectively with our limited Spanish. He dropped us off on La Rambla at the entrance to our street (which is a one-way street and pedestrian only after a certain time at night).
We dragged our bags up the cobbled street to the right entryway
Our apartment was charming. I loved the beamed ceilings. The kids had their own bedroom with bunkbeds, DH and I had our own bedroom, there was a kitchen/living area, and a bathroom with washer. A long hallway connected all the rooms. Old wood shutters opened up to the street, which was a cool collection of tattoo shops, alternative clothing stores, cafes, and music stores; all on a tiny, ancient, cobbled street. Our location, right off La Rambla, couldn't be better. The best part was that our apartment cost less per night than one room at the conference hotels which are modern and charmless, and we would have had to get TWO rooms. :)
Once we got settled in, we went exploring. We walked through the Placa de Catalunya and just walked around. We stopped at this basic place for lunch. I had grilled cuttlefish. Everyone tried it, and we all liked it; it was garlicky goodness. DH had this huge breakfast dish--he loved the bacon
We went back to the apt and took naps. Afterwards, we went out again. We found a place for dinner and they took us upstairs. Amadeus, the host, sat down with us and talked, and did parlor tricks for the kids. He was hilarious. For dinner I had roast suckling pig (cheers to you Anthony Bourdain!), the kids had lamb, and DH had pepper steak. It was all very good.
We had picked that place because the tapas in the clear counter had looked so good earlier in the day. But the stuff was gone at dinner time, and they swept us upstairs.
We went shopping at the Carrefour to get some things for the next night's party. Then we went back and fell into bed. ZZZZzzzzzzz.


text:
Aaron Neville Returns To His Doo-Wop Roots
Singer Aaron Neville has been making hit records since the mid-1960s. With a silky smooth and instantly recognizable voice, Neville's specialty is New Orleans funk, but his latest album, My True Story, revisits the sound of his youth: The new collection is comprised of classic doo-wop songs, including "Be My Baby," "This Magic Moment," and "Under the Boardwalk."
Neville fondly remembers hearing these songs while growing up in the Calliope Projects in New Orleans. Doo-wop was everywhere at that time, and Neville especially couldn't escape its powers.
"My brother Art had a group that would sit out on a park bench at night and sing harmonies," Neville recalls. "They used to go around and win all the talent shows and everything, and they would run me away at first until they figured I could hold a note. Then they let me come and sing with them."
Since then, doo-wop has influenced every bit of music Neville has written. "Everything I've done over the years has some essence of doo-wop in it," he explains. "It's either the doo-wop ending or harmony lick or whatever."
The style seems to have influenced more than just Neville: Keith Richards, who co-produced the new album with Don Was, can gab about doo-wop with the best of them.
"He fit right in," Neville says about Richards. "We were talking, and it sounded like we all grew up on the same block. We started talking about the same songs. It was fun, and everybody in the studio was smiling the whole session."


text:
Julian Fantino's Claims That Language Email Was Doctored Proved Wrong
OTTAWA — A document obtained under access-to-information laws refutes former Conservative cabinet minister Julian Fantino's claim that an email at the heart of an official languages complaint had been doctored.
In 2013, an email from Fantino's office asked that all correspondence signed by the minister be sent in English, even if the addressee was French-speaking.
"I would like to reiterate that ALL correspondence signed by the minister be sent in English,'' said the email, dated Feb. 14 of that year.
"In special cases, ie (Haitian Prime Minister Laurent) Lamothe, then it makes sense, but for example, for the Ethiopia trip thank you letters to staff, we noted twice that we had some in FR (French). I understand that we know the recipients' first language is French however the minister can write in English if he chooses to do so. That is also in line with the OL (Official languages) act.''
Former cabinet minister Julian Fantino in 2013. (Photo: CP)
The Canadian Press wrote about the email at the time after receiving a copy from a source.
That prompted Fantino, the then-international co-operation minister, to state in a letter sent to various media that the email had been doctored.
"The source of these allegations has either altered documentation before giving it to the reporter, or the reporter has selectively edited what they were given,'' he said.
Fantino in 2014. (Photo: CP)
Fantino claimed concluding words to the email — "for review'' — had been removed.
The extra words would have meant Fantino just wanted to approve the emails in English without necessarily sending them only in English, even to francophones.
A request to Fantino's office at the time for a copy of what he claimed was the original email was turned down for privacy reasons.
Redacted version surfaces
In March 2014, when the Conservatives were still in power, a completely blacked-out version was obtained from the Canadian International Development Agency.
In explaining the redacted version, the department invoked articles in the access-to-information law allowing for passages in a document to be edited out, notably if it contains recommendations from a federal institution or minister.
The Canadian Press then filed an access-to-information request with the Office of the Information Commissioner of Canada to obtain a copy of the email. The communication is identical to the one obtained from the source in 2013.
Fantino did not return calls for an interview request for this story.
Complaint deemed 'well-founded'
The 2013 email prompted NDP MP Yvon Godin to file a complaint with Official Languages Commissioner Graham Fraser.
"The complaint was deemed to be well-founded and (it was determined) there had been a breach of the official languages (act),'' said Robin Cantin, a spokesman for the Office of the Commissioner of Official Languages.
Cantin said the official languages office did a follow-up in October 2015.
"We then recommended that the instructions for ministerial correspondence be reviewed to ensure that language preference of the addressee was fully taken into account,'' he said.
Fantino, a former Toronto police chief, was first elected to the Commons in 2010. Following his stint as international co-operation minister, he was named veterans affairs minister before being stripped of the portfolio in 2015 after being criticized for his performance.
He lost his seat in the 2015 election.
Also On HuffPost:
Ontario's publicly funded air ambulance service has been under fire for almost two years over sky-high salaries, financial irregularities and corruption allegations. A legislative committee has been probing the service's complex structures and pay scales in detail, and opposition parties have been alleging wrongdoing with nearly every revelation. The auditor general has criticized the governing Liberals for failing to oversee Ornge, despite giving it $730 million over five years and allowing it to borrow another $300 million. The Liberals insist Ornge went rogue with a web of for-profit companies and questionable business deals, as well as exorbitant salaries and lavish expenses.
Scandal has swirled around the government's decision to cancel the construction of two Toronto-area gas plants ahead of the 2011 election, in which the government then led by Dalton McGuinty was reduced to minority status. The cancellation costs have now been pegged at $1.1 billion, but opposition parties have accused the Liberals of actively trying to cover up that figure. Ontario's privacy commissioner has concluded that staff working for McGuinty and a former energy minister broke the law by deleting emails pertaining to the project. Ontario Provincial Police are also investigating the document deletions, seizing government computers at both Queen's Park and beyond.
The provincial agency was given a $1-billion budget to develop electronic health records, but wound up building themselves a bad reputation. A lot of the eHealth money went for untendered contracts given to highly paid consultants who then billed taxpayers for additional expenses in a scandal that cost former health minister David Caplan his job. In 2009, the auditor general said the agency had very little progress to show for its efforts, and opposition parties have alleged further financial mismanagement since then.
The government has taken heat for not immediately acting when it learned a $1.4-billion infrastructure project didn't live up to safety standards. The Liberals were told that questionable materials were being used on the support beams on Windsor's Herb Gray Parkway in December 2012, but didn't halt the project until July. More than 500 support beams are being replaced by the project overseer at no cost to the tax payers, but the NDP has accused the Wynne government of trying to cover up the affair and only backing down when threatened with media exposure.
Premier Kathleen Wynne has hailed the 2015 games as a cause for celebration, but opposition parties call it just another scandal. The $1.4-billion budget for the games does not include some key expenses, like the $700 million athletes' village. The government has also come under fire for $7 million worth of bonuses paid out to 64 executives.


text:
Alejandro De JesusDentistry
Contact Information
You have clicked on LocateADoc.com's Main Before and After Pictures page, which will take you away from Alejandro De Jesus, DDS's profile.
View Alejandro De Jesus, DDS Before and After Pictures instead.
Otherwise, continue to our Main Before and After Pictures page.
Alejandro De Jesus, DDS Reviews
Ready to share your story about Alejandro De Jesus, DDS? Select "Add a Review" to get started.
Add a Review
In Dr. de Jesus Dental office, they have professionalism, hygiene with a touch of kindness.
Contact a Doctor
Use the form below to request more information from a doctor in your area.


text:
It only takes a minute to get started. Fill out our uncomplicated sign up form and login to the site.
This step is voluntary but will greatly enhance your chances of your profile getting noticed by other daters. Introduce yourself, your interests and upload a nice photo of yourself.
Utilise our website's advanced search to encounter members who satisfy your requirements. Or just browse through listings and encounter daters that appear interesting.
Identified someone who you find interesting? Send them a word or two or just a wink and find out if they're interested in you. With a little luck you'll be on your way to discovering your suitable date.
It only takes a few minutes


text:
Use the Quick Analysis tool to convert your data quickly and easily into a chart or table.
This feature works the same in Microsoft Excel 2013 and 2016.
Dave Dunn joined Webucator as Chief Operating Officer in early 2009. He has served as a CFO and COO for numerous small and medium-sized companies, including Summit Software Company, Insight Research Group, Avalon Consulting, CampaignBase.com and HealthcareOne. He has expertise in business development, financial management, marketing and human resources and particularly enjoys working with rapidly growing companies.
Dave received his Bachelor of Arts from Hamilton College and his MBA from Syracuse University. He has served as Chairman of the Board of the Montessori School of Syracuse since 2001.


text:
What's this? An update? Must be a miracle… LOL
Yes, I'm finally back. Not going to make any excuses. Real life sucks. Let's leave it at that!
Sooooo…you may or may not hate me by the end of this. I'm crossing my fingers for the latter, but either way, I hope you enjoy it! It's taken me long enough to spit it out!
Warning: huge-arse A/N at the end. Please read it if you can. It's kind of important.
Disclaimer: SM's names, my storyline. Please respect that.
Thinking of You
Chapter Nine – Purges, Pashing and Pancakes
"Surprise?" Dan shrugged with a meek smile, gauging my reaction.
"Oh my gosh! Dan!" I cried, jumping up behind the desk and launching myself into his arms, forgetting that the large wooden structure sat between us. Dan laughed and hugged me back, pulling me tight against his chest.
"God, I've missed you," he breathed, burying his face into my hair and inhaling deeply.
"I've missed you too," I replied, closing my eyes and savoring the moment between us. Then, pulling back from him slightly, I said, "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"Visiting you," he responded with a wink.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to allow my predictable blush to take control. My cheeks were already flushed enough with the surprise of Dan's appearance.
"How long are you staying for?"
"What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?" he laughed. "I'm … undecided." A sudden shyness settled over his demeanor, sparking an odd curiosity inside me.
"Why are you really here, Dan?" I asked seriously, my voice quiet as I placed my hand gently on his forearm.
A large, loud group of tourists decided at that moment to enter the reception, laden down with large suitcases and duffle bags. Dan and I both turned to look at them, distracted momentarily, before turning back to face each other. I gave him an apologetic smile.
"It's kind of a long story, and you're busy. I'll tell you over drinks when I'm kicking your arse at the quiz tonight," he chuckled with a wink. I grinned at him.
"Ha ha. Good luck with that. I'll have you know that Sara, Tilly and I are the unbeatable trio when it comes to quiz night. Oh, here," I said, fishing around in my pocket for a few seconds before pulling out a set of keys. "These are for my room. You can go dump your stuff up there if you want, make yourself at home. I'll sort out your sleeping arrangements later. I'll be done here in about an hour, and then we can head out and find some dinner. My room's up on level seven. It's got an, ahem, interesting drawing of me tacked to the door. You can't miss it."
I was forever taking the cartoon-style abomination down, and yet it somehow always found its way back up on my door, fastened in a more permanent way than the time before. I knew Tilly was behind it, even if she swore black and blue that she knew nothing about it. I had yet to think of something creative to get back at her for it. Maybe Dan would have some ideas.
Dan laughed again and took the keys from my outstretched palm.
"Thanks, Bella. See you soon," he said quietly and leaned over the desk to place a soft kiss on my forehead. He then disappeared through the door and up the staircase.
I felt myself swoon a little at the gesture, then shook my head to the clear my thoughts as the large group of guests stepped up to the desk to check in. I instantly heard American accents and groaned internally. As much as I loved my home country and its people, large groups of tourists like this one were most often than not the worst people to deal with in the customer service industry. Besides, I had come to Australia to escape home, not to have it follow me halfway across the world.
Feeling my excitement over Dan's arrival dissipate somewhat, I reluctantly fixed a large smile to my face and put on my 'Happy Receptionist Bella' façade.
"Hi there! What name is your reservation under?"
A few hours later found Tilly, Sara and I well on our way to becoming the drunken quiz champions of our local pub - as per usual - with Dan fast becoming an integral part of our weekly ritual. As much as he boasted that he and Sara's boyfriend Drew would be able to flatten the three of us by themselves, after the first round of questions it was quite evident that he was all talk. By the third round, Drew had pulled out and taken to observing us girls, leaving Dan to compete on his own. By the fifth round, Dan had surrendered and joined with us to finish off the quiz and take out the title – a common occurrence for us. As the bartender, Amy, announced us the winners, Dan and Drew let out loud hoots and hollers as Tilly performed her customary "Quiz Champion Booty Shake." The dance basically consisted of Tilly shaking her ass and flashing her boobs. As shameless as Tilly seemed normally, she was even worse when drunk.
Dan and I made our way up to the bar to collect our prize, leaving Tilly alone to fend off all her sudden male attention, as Drew and Sara had disappeared outside for a smoke.
"Wow, you girls sure know how to have one hell of a crazy night!" Dan chuckled, scooping the carton of beer up under his arm.
"I did warn you …" I smirked.
"Yeah, yeah. No need to start with the 'I told you so' business …" he retorted, sticking his tongue out at me as we both headed for the exit. We passed Drew and Sara just outside the door, both puffing on cigarettes, their breaths creating large clouds in the air in front of their faces from the mixture of the cold weather and cigarette smoke.
"We'll be up in my room with the beer," I told Sara. "Come on over when you're done here and we'll put a movie on or something."
Sara nodded and snuggled in close to Drew's side in an attempt to keep warm.
"We'll be there as soon as I'm able to drag Tilly away," she said, rolling her eyes.
I laughed. "So we'll see you in about two hours then?"
Sara flipped me the bird then stubbed out her cigarette butt in the designated bin and dragged Drew back inside the pub with her.
Dan and I walked down the road towards the hostel in a companionable silence, neither of us seeming to have anything to say after leaving the pub. The silence continued all the way to the hostel and up to my room, with the exception of our appearance in reception and the congratulatory greetings we exchanged with the night porter, Gus.
After unlocking my door and fumbling through the dark to find the switch to turn my lamp on, I shrugged off my coat while Dan sat the carton of beer down on the floor beside my bed and kicked off his chucks, leaving his socks on. I watched from my makeshift desk (four overturned, stacked milk crates topped with a piece of plywood and covered with an old floral sarong) as he flopped down on my bed and closed his eyes. The content smile that animated his peaceful face sent sparks of warmth shooting through my veins, warming me from the inside out.
I smiled to myself and cracked open the carton of beer, stuffing as many cans into my tiny bar fridge as would fit. With the beer chilling, I took the three steps across the small room to join Dan on my bed. I flopped down next to him and turned my head slightly to face him, my eyes drinking in every detail of his calm features in the dim yellow light of my room.
We lay there in silence for a few moments; the only sounds in the room our shallow breathing and the dull noise of the street below filtering in through my window.
Dan began to slowly open his eyes, the bright blue orbs piercing straight through my own eyes and causing my skin to instantly erupt in goose bumps.
"Hi," I murmured.
"Hi yourself," he responded.
More silence. We continued to stare at each other, and I could feel the fading happy buzz of the alcohol in my system being replaced by something just as powerful yet completely different. It scared the shit out of me. I had no idea what I was doing, or what I was feeling, but I knew that Dan meant a lot more to me than I was comfortable acknowledging.
I also knew that if he didn't kiss me in the next thirty seconds, I was going to spontaneously combust.
As though he could read my mind, Dan's face drew closer to my own, the inches between our lips disappearing rapidly as he descended on me. His eyes sparkled brighter than I had ever seen them, making the excited anticipation coursing through my veins double.
I could feel his breath warm on my lips; could smell his sweet scent of spice mingled with the slightly stale smell of the beer he had been drinking all night. Our lips were so close now I could feel the ghost of a touch before they were to join completely in the anticipated kiss …
"Hey, slow it down, whataya want from me, whataya want from me…"
I sighed as Adam Lambert's voice became increasingly louder from the pocket of my jeans. Way to ruin the moment, Adam, I thought, closing my eyes and letting my head drop to the side. I want you to shut up so Dan can kiss me…
"Ignore it," Dan whispered, his face still hovering close above mine.
I so desperately wanted to ignore my ringing cell, but I knew that if I did, the moment would still be ruined, so it didn't really matter either way.
"Just don't give up, I'm workin' it out, please don't give in, I won't let you down …"
"Bella …"
I sighed again and rolled away from Dan, standing up to pull the damn phone from my pocket. I looked at the caller ID before cutting off Adam mid-word by answering; it was Sara.
"Hi Sara," I answered, not even trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
"Hey Bella, are you okay?" Sara replied, shouting over the noise of the pub.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Hang on, I can't hear you." I heard the background noise of the pub dim until I could barely hear it; Sara must have walked out onto the street. "That's better. I can actually hear myself think now. Are you sure you're ok? You don't sound very happy."
"Yeah, I'm just tired. What's up? Have you managed to get Tilly under control yet?" I asked, changing the subject. As annoyed as I was with Sara's interruption, I knew that she would feel guilty if she knew what she had intruded upon, and I didn't want her to think that I was annoyed with her, because I wasn't. She hadn't known what was about to happen between me and Dan, so it wasn't her fault. That didn't stop me from feeling extremely disappointed though.
"Yeah … that's what I'm calling about. Tilly's had more than a little too much to drink tonight, so Drew and I are going to take her back to our place and let her pass out in the spare room. We're both pretty tired, so we're going to pass on the movies and beer tonight. Hope you don't mind?" explained Sara.
At Sara's words, I was internally cheering and jumping excitedly at the thought of Dan and I having the rest of the night alone together, while also feeling petrified for the same reason.
"No, that's okay. We'll probably just put on a movie and fall asleep. Do you need a hand with Tilly at all?"
"No, we'll be fine. Drew's got it under control," she laughed. "Hey, how about we meet up for breakfast tomorrow? Drew doesn't start work until two o'clock and you and Til both have the morning off, don't you?"
I nodded into my phone, forgetting Sara couldn't see me. "Yeah, we're both on reception together tomorrow night. What did you have in mind?"
"How about we meet at the Pancake Manor at ten? That'll give Til a chance to sleep off tonight and make herself feel somewhat human. Sound good to you?"
"Sounds perfect," I smiled, remembering my first meal in Brisbane – pancakes at seven in the evening courtesy of the Pancake Manor.
"Awesome. Do you remember how to get there?"
"Umm … I think so. Refresh my memory, just in case?" I suggested.
After getting the directions to our breakfast meeting place off Sara, we bade each other goodnight (I wished her luck with Tilly), and then hung up. I turned back to Dan, a smile playing on my face.
"Tomorrow morning, you are going to experience the BEST pancakes you will ever have in your life," I informed him.
"Oh really? He asked, raising his eyebrows. "Are they cooked by you?"
I shook my head and sat back down on the bed beside him.
"Nope, though I must admit, my pancakes are truly amazing …"
"You'll have to make them for me sometime," he winked.
I felt my cheeks heat up with the embarrassed flush that overtook them. Feeling a little self-conscious, I let my eyes drift down to inspect my bedspread in an attempt to avoid eye contact with Dan. An almost awkward silence fell between us.
I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me as the silence grew, and the tension that had appeared in the room since our "moment" thickened. My fingers, which were picking at a loose thread on the bedspread, were suddenly stilled by Dan as he took my hands in his.
"Bella," he said quietly, breaking the silence. "Bella, look at me."
Complying, I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his and felt my breath catch at the emotion I saw in his eyes. It was almost too much for my poor heart to handle.
"Bella, I … I really ..."
"How about we put on that movie?" I suggested, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. I pulled my hands out of Dan's grasp and quickly moved away from the bed and towards my small television. Once I was standing in front of my limited collection of DVD's, I allowed myself to breathe, not realizing that I had been holding my breath. Pretending that I was deciding on a movie to watch gave me a moment to regroup while hiding just how terrified I was.
"Bella, I -"
"Please, Dan?" I pleaded, keeping my back to him. I heard his disappointed sigh and the rustling of the bedcovers as he stood up. I felt him move across the room and heard the click of the door.
I whirled around to find him pushing the door open, his coat slung over one arm.
"Where are you going?" I asked, panicked.
"To my dorm," he muttered, not looking at me.
"Because it's clear I'm making you uncomfortable. It's probably best if I just left now …"
"Dan, no!" I cried, rushing over to him. "No, you're not making me uncomfortable. I'm just … I'm … oh God, I don't know what I'm feeling! I'm confused, I'm excited, I'm absolutely petrified …"
"Because of me," Dan stated, dejected.
"No! I mean, well, yes, but … no! It's me. I …" I broke off, tears beginning to well in my eyes. "Dan," I whispered. "Dan, look at me."
His eyes connected with mine and the sadness evident in them broke my heart. I began to cry.
"Dan, I'm just so scared. I'm scared about all these feelings you're stirring up inside me. I feel like, by … by wanting to feel these feelings, by accepting these feelings for you, that I'm betraying my … my … that I'm betraying Edward. It's so stupid, because he died over two years ago, and he told me in a letter that he wanted me to move on, to be happy with someone else, and I want that too, but I still feel so guilty, even though all I really want to do is kiss you … Dan, all I want to do is fall for you like I think I am, and for it to be that simple and that easy. I want you to have moved your whole life from Sydney to here just so you could take a chance on me, and for you to have come back to my room after a wonderful night at the pub and kissed me and settled in bed with me to watch a movie and for us to have fallen asleep in each other's arms … Dan, I want you but I don't know how to let myself," I choked, tears streaming down my face.
Without saying a word, Dan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, letting me cry into his shirt. We stood that way by my door until my tears had subsided. Still remaining silent, I pulled away from him slightly, pulled the door closed, and led him over to my bed. I drew the sheets back and looked at him, asking him more with my eyes than my words to stay.
"Lay with me?"
He nodded in response and we both climbed into my bed, pulling the sheets up over us as Dan spooned me, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we lay together.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, relishing the warmth of Dan's body around mine and being soothed by his steady breaths so close to my right ear. I interlaced our fingers over my chest and squeezed them firmly in a gesture of thanks.
We lay like that for a few minutes, the emotion-charged air from the moments before lifting the longer we lay there.
I heard Dan's breathing halt before he spoke.
"Tell me about him," he whispered in my ear. "Tell me about Edward."
I regarded his request silently for a moment, before taking a breath and starting to tell Dan the whole story of Bella and Edward, beginning with the day that we had first met. Dan listened quietly the entire time, laughing when I shared some of the funnier moments of my relationship with Edward, and holding me tighter when I found the retelling of Edward's death more difficult. I continued speaking, telling him of Jake and Alice and my parents, not stopping until I reached the first day I met Dan in Sydney.
When I finally finished, it felt as though a weight had lifted from my shoulders. I had shared things with Dan that I had never spoken to anyone about before, and it felt good. Once I had started to talk, I had found myself unable to stop, purging everything from my system.
As I lay there next to Dan, my entire being now bared for him to see, I came to a realization; two whole years' worth of pent up grief, frustration, guilt, and anger over Edward's death was now free from my heart and from my soul.
I was now free to move on.
"Thank you, Bella. Thank you for sharing that with me," Dan said, hugging me tight. His voice was full of emotion and reverence.
I rolled over to face him and hugged him back.
Looking up at him, I said, "Thank you for giving me the chance to share it with you. You have no idea how much you have just changed everything."
He looked at me quizzically. "Is it a good change?"
I smiled. "It's a wonderful change."
Exhausted from the heavily emotional night, Dan and I continued to gaze at each other until our eyes began to droop and our breaths began to even as we fell into a content slumber.
I awoke the next morning to feel my pillow shifting underneath me. It took me a moment to realize that my pillow wasn't actually my pillow; rather, it was Dan's arm and he was carefully trying to extricate it from underneath my head.
"'Morning," I mumbled sleepily, smiling lazily at him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he replied, abashed. "My bladder really can't hold out any longer."
I giggled, lifting my head slightly so he could pull his arm free.
"I'll be back in a sec," he said apologetically, and rushed out the door.
I yawned and stared up at the ceiling, my smile growing wider with every passing second. I reflected on my realizations of the night before, and the fact that I had just spent the night cuddled up to a man who wasn't Edward or Jake. And I felt absolutely no guilt about it. It was a great feeling.
I allowed my mind to wander to thoughts of Dan and my feelings for him. The longer I let the thoughts infiltrate my mind, the stronger I realized my feelings were for him. As I lay there, I could feel all sorts of feelings and emotions flowing through me; happiness, excitement, nervousness, lust, love …
Love. Was that what I really felt for Dan? I had only known him for a month. Was it possible that I could have fallen in love with him in that short space of time?
It only took you a week with Edward, a little voice said in my mind.
"I suppose …" I said out loud to no-one.
"You suppose what?" Dan asked, sliding back into bed next to me and planting a kiss on my forehead.
"I suppose that staying in bed a bit longer with you won't be too much of a chore," I smirked.
"Oh ho! Someone's got their smarty-pants on this morning. I could always go get to know my dorm mates … brag that I slept with the hot American receptionist last night …"
I poked my tongue out at him. "More like snored in her ear all night."
"I don't snore!" Dan cried in mock outrage. "How dare you even suggest such a thing?"
"It was worth putting up with for the extra bed warmth though," I giggled. "If nothing else, you're good for that."
"Now you're making me feel like I've been used … bed warmer indeed," he sniffed.
I gave him a playful shove in the chest and laughed. He encased me in his arms and pulled me close to his chest. With my head resting over his heart, I listened to the steady "lub-dub lub-dub" that was the centre of his life force moving the blood around his body.
"Thank you for last night," I finally said, my voice quiet but full of gratitude. "You really helped me in more ways than I ever could have imagined."
"I didn't really do anything but listen," he replied just as quietly.
"Oh, but you did so much more! You gave me the courage to share my past, and by doing so, helped me release a lot of demons I've been living with these past few years. Last night has freed me up to be me again, to allow myself to feel things that I've previously been forbidding myself to feel. So thank you, Dan. Thank you so much."
"You're welcome," he whispered in reply, gazing deep into my eyes.
The connection our eyes held gave me the courage to voice what I'd been thinking a few minutes earlier, when Dan had been in the bathroom.
"Dan, I – I think I'm falling in love with you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And before he could respond, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his in a kiss.
I felt him stiffen a little in surprise, before he responded with an eagerness and energy that spurred on my own. His tongue gently traced my bottom lip requesting entrance, which I granted immediately, opening myself to his kiss completely. Shivers ran up and down my spine at the passion contained in the kiss, and I felt my stomach twisting in excitement. My hands wound up around Dan's neck and fisted in his hair, pulling him closer to me.
Dan's hands, which had been resting on my hips, began to make their way up my back under my shirt, coming to rest over my shoulder blades and holding me close to his chest.
When we finally broke apart, I let my forehead rest upon Dan's as we both struggled to catch our breath. I slowly opened my eyes to find his already locked on mine.
"I love you, Bella," he breathed. "I think I've loved you from that first moment I saw you blush at the bar in Sydney."
I pressed my lips against his again in response to his words, and pulled back to rest my head upon his chest again. I could feel his heart racing, just as mine was.
We held each other close, arms wrapped around each other tight, as we lay in the afterglow of our confessions. In that moment, I felt happier than I had in a long time.
Remembering our breakfast date with my friends, I glanced at my watch to check the time; it was only eight-thirty-five.
"What time are we doing breakfast?" Dan murmured into my hair.
"Ten," I replied, placing a gentle kiss to his chest. "We'll have to leave here in an hour."
"Mmmm. Plenty of time."
We spent the next half hour wrapped in each other's arms; drawing patterns on each other's backs with our fingertips, sharing gentle kisses, Dan playing with my curls …
Our walk along the river towards Queen Street was a pleasant one. The hostel was located near Southbank, so we casually strolled hand-in-hand along the boardwalk past the beach-like lagoon and over Victoria Bridge. We paused halfway over the bridge to look out over the Brisbane River on the beautiful Winter's morning; the cloudless sky was allowing the sun to reflect off the river, making the water sparkle over the waves the City Cats were creating as they glided over the water, transporting business men and women, students, and tourists alike from one side of the river to the other. We continued over the bridge and made our way down to Queen Street, walking through the mall and the busy crowd of shoppers that had already gathered there for the morning.
Once we hit the end of the pedestrian mall, we turned right on Edward Street. Every time I had come across Edward Street over the past few weeks, my heart had skipped a beat and a pain had settled deep inside me, causing me to falter. This morning, however, this didn't happen. I looked at the street sign, I read the name, I even voiced it, and nothing.
This was a good sign.
We continued along Edward Street for two blocks, making another right at Charlotte Street. Following it almost all the way to the end, we passed a second-hand book store (that I made a mental note to visit after breakfast), and came to the front steps of the old converted church that was Pancake Manor.
Sara, Drew and Tilly hadn't arrived yet, so we waited out the front for their arrival.
"So this is where I'll be eating the best pancakes ever, huh?" Dan asked, looking up at the building before us.
I nodded enthusiastically. "Uh huh. And you know what? This place is open twenty-four hours a day, so if you've got a craving for pancakes at four am, this is where you get 'em."
"Jeezus … they're serious about their pancakes, aren't they?" he laughed.
"You just wait until you try them, buddy. You'll be singing their praises 'til the cows come home."
"I can't wait," he grinned, leaning down to kiss me.
A throat cleared in front of us, and upon separating we realized that our breakfast companions had arrived.
I felt my cheeks flush a little at being sprung by them.
"Something you guys aren't telling us?" Tilly questioned, one eyebrow raised.
"Nope," Dan replied, popping his 'p.'
"But you just pashed her!"
"I'm also starving. Shall we head in?"
He stepped aside and motioned for Tilly to ascend the stairs. She stared him down, brow furrowed, before relenting and marching up the stairs to the restaurant. The rest of us followed her, entering the beautiful converted church and waiting to be seated.
"Pashed?" I questioned Dan quietly, out of earshot of Tilly.
"It's Aussie for 'kissed,'" he whispered in response. "Just like the Brits say 'snogged.'"
"I see …" I trailed off, the strange word bouncing around my mind. Aussie slang was still something I was trying to get my head around.
"Table for five?" the waitress asked, acknowledging our group. There weren't too many patrons in the restaurant, so fortunately we didn't have to wait for a table.
Sara nodded, and the waitress collected a handful of menus and led us over to a large round table. Once we were all seated, she supplied us with the menus and left us to decide what we wanted.
I heard Dan moan quietly as he perused the menu.
"See something you like?" I teased.
He glanced up at me. "Sure do. But there's no way in hell I can eat it here. These pancakes, on the other hand …"
I choked at Dan's admission, my face turning a traitorous red with embarrassment.
"Dan!" I scolded quietly.
He shrugged. "I was only answering your question …" he smirked.
"Oh, you -"
"Are you ready to order?" The waitress was back, pen and notepad in hand.
Sara started off, informing the waitress of her order, followed by Drew and Tilly.
"What are you going to get?" Dan asked me, his eyes still on the menu.
"I'm having the Strawberry Patch. You?"
"I can't decide," he whined. "They all look so good …"
"M'am?" The waitress asked, gaining my attention.
"I'll have the Strawberry Patch and a glass of orange juice, thanks," I replied.
"And for you, Sir?" she asked Dan.
"Umm … uh … I'll have the Blackforest Cherry and … and an orange juice as well, thanks."
The waitress wrote down Dan's order, smiled at us, then walked away.
"Chocolate pancakes. Nice choice," Tilly grinned, giving Dan a double thumbs up. "I always get the Chocolate Jewels. There's no such thing as too much chocolate!"
Sara rolled her eyes. "It's her hangover cure," she informed Dan. "The morning after a huge night for her, without fail, the first thing she has is chocolate double coated with chocolate topped with chocolate glazed chocolate. Seriously. I don't know how she does it. I take one look at chocolate after a big night, and all I want to do is throw up."
"Because there's something seriously wrong with you, that's why," Tilly retorted.
With the help of Dan and Drew, the witty banter between the two girls turned into jovial conversation between the five of us, our laughter filling the restaurant. Our drinks turned up, not long followed by the pancakes, and within seconds a content silence fell upon our table as we ate.
"Oh my god, Bella," Dan groaned as he chewed his first forkful of pancake. "You were right. Best. Pancakes. Ever."
"Told you so," I sing-songed.
Dan closed his eyes as he chewed, savouring the heaven that was his chocolate pancake breakfast.
Our plates were soon polished off, and our stomachs full. We re-started conversation while we let our breakfast settle, discussing our plans for the rest of the day.
"I'm babysitting for my cousin tonight," Sara said. "She and her husband are going out to some work function of his for dinner, so I offered my services. Callum's going through this really cute hide-and-seek phase at the moment, so I'm really looking forward to spending some time with him." Callum was Sara's cousin's fifteen-month-old son and Sara absolutely adored him.
"I'm meeting up with this guy I met out last weekend for a coffee down at Southbank. From what I can remember, he's really hot and has a voice like sex, so I'm hoping against all hell that it wasn't just a memory from my beer goggles …"
The rest of us laughed at that, as Tilly had a reputation for meeting up with men she had met at clubs that had seemed charming and attractive at the time, but had ended up being sleazy douchebags who only wanted to get into her pants.
"I want to check out this bookstore next door," I said, looking at Dan. "If that's okay with you?"
"That's fine with me. I need something to keep me entertained while you're working anyway."
"Oh, ouch. You mean you're not going to come down and keep me company at the desk?" I asked, turning on my sad puppy dog eyes.
"You mean distract you while you're meant to be working? Maybe for a little while," he winked.
"So I'm going to be the third wheel tonight? Fantastic," Tilly pouted.
"You're a big girl. You'll get over it," Dan responded, causing Tilly to flip him the bird.
That promptly ended our conversation, each of us deciding it was time to get a move on with our day. We all rose from our seats and made our way up to the counter to pay for our meals.
Dan and I waited until last to pay our bill, as we were only heading just down the street to the bookstore and were in no real rush. We said goodbye to Sara, Drew and Tilly and stepped up to pay.
Once the bill was settled, I turned around to walk away, looking down at my purse to put away my change as I did so and accidentally bumping into the person behind me. I promptly dropped my purse and coins flew out, rolling in every which direction.
"I'm so sorry," I cried, bending down to try and collect the shiny contents of my purse.
"It's okay. Here, let me help you," the stranger replied, kneeling down to help me. Something about his voice sounded familiar. He scooped up a few coins and handed them to me.
"Thanks," I said, looking up at him.
I gasped at who I saw before me. My purse fell to the floor for the second time in as many minutes as all conscious thought disappeared from my mind.
The green eyes boring into mine flashed before the familiar voice uttered a single word.
Well, there you go! Bella finally starts to move on with her life and starts a relationship with Dan, only to have her past literally walk right into her. Is it Edward? Is he really alive? Find out next chapter. ;) I promise it won't be nearly as long between updates this time. Just so you know, the hostel and pub mentioned in this story aren't based on actual ones in Brisbane – I made them up. However, the Pancake Manor is VERY real, and although there is a shorter way to get to the PM from Southbank, the directions I mentioned in this chapter will get you there via the scenic Queen St Mall route. =) If you ever do visit Brisbane, I would highly recommend visiting the Pancake Manor. You won't regret it!
Now for some important (heart-wrenching) news.
As most of you know, I'm an Aussie, but more precisely, I'm a Queenslander. My home state has been absolutely trashed these past 2 months by floods and, as I type, my hometown in Far North QLD is preparing for the monster storm that is Tropical Cyclone Yasi – the largest cyclone Australia has ever experienced in living memory. My parents and little brother have self-evacuated to safer ground, my friends and other family have either been evacuated or are bunkered down in their houses – meanwhile, I'm on holiday in Melbourne. I'm am absolutely terrified right now, as I know there's nothing I can do and I have no idea what I'm going to return to when I do fly home. I've spent all day sitting online and watching the news coverage on TV trying to keep myself as updated as possible, and it has honestly torn me apart seeing the streets of Cairns that I was only walking along last Thursday night so deserted, knowing that within a few hours they're most likely going to turn into disaster zones.
The hardest thing is being so far away from my family. I was dealing okay until my Mum rang me this morning and asked me what I wanted her to save to take with them in case the house is torn apart. You always talk about what you'd save in that situation, but when the time actually arises, how do you decide? That was a very hard thing for me to do. I keep thinking about what I could have done to help my parents prepare the house if I was there, but that's all I can do – think. I won't know for a few days what I'll be facing when I go home, so all I can do right now isstay positive and prepare myself for whatever may come.
No one knows what the damage bill is going to be until after Yasi hits and fades away. But there is something we can all do to help. We can donate money to the QLD Premier's Disaster Relief Appeal, to help support those in South East QLD with the floods, and now North QLD with the Cyclone.
I, along with 7 other Aussies, have organised 'Fandoms Fight The Floods,' a multi-fandom appeal to raise funds for the Premier's Disaster Relief Appeal. So far we have raised over $5500 for the appeal, and have over 230 authors contributing stories to our compilation – authors who have come in from various fandoms to provide us with a compilation that will contain stories from fandoms such as Twilight, Harry Potter, Southern Vampire Mysteries (True Blood), Vampire Academy, and more, as well as original fiction stories.
Please, if you haven't already donated, head on over to our site to find out how. http:/fandomsfightthefloods(dot)blogspot(dot)com / p / home(dot)html (Remove the spaces)
As well as organising this compilation, I am also writing a one-shot for it. So if you'd like to see more from me, and many more of your favourite authors, please head on over and donate. Australia needs your help. My hometown needs your help.
Sorry for the epic novel of an author's note. It's just something that is very personal to me right now, and I feel like the more awareness I can get out there to raise funds, the better I'll feel.
I promise the next chapter won't be far away. I'm guessing you all either want to hug me or throw heavy objects at me right now…LOL


text:
Aspen Reinsurance's capital markets division has established Silverton Re – a Bermuda domiciled special purpose insurer formed to provide additional collateralised capacity to support Aspen Re's global reinsurance business.
To continue reading, you need a subscription to Intelligent Insurer. Start a subscription today for £655.
In-house feature articles, the archive and expert comment require a paid subscription. Subscribe now.
Want to give it a try? We are offering a two week free trial to the Intelligent Insurer website – register and select "Two Week Free Trial" to begin access to the full Intelligent Insurer archive and read the latest news, features and expert comment. Begin your free trial here.
Is your 2 week free trial about to end? Upgrade to a 12 month subscription for £655 now.
If you have already subscribed please login.
If you have any technical issues please contact support.
Aspen Re, Sidecar, Reinsurance, Bermuda, Silverton Re


text: My milk is on my fridge door so when it's open LED does not affect it. At home, we open the fridge, get stuff out and close except late evenings that the fridge doors stay open a little longer due to thorough inspections by "midnight snackers". Thanks @davidandora for the project, I just ordered the material.View Instructable »


text:
B. Tech. in Chemical EngineeringBabu Banarasi Das Group of Educational Institutions
In Lucknow
Price on request
05222... More
Important information
- Bachelor
- Lucknow
- Duration:
4 Years
Course programme
The college offers B. Tech. in Chemical Engineering, a full time program affiliated to U. P.Technical University, Lucknow uly approved by All India Council for Technical Education, Ministry of Human Resourse Development, Govt. Of India, New Delhi as well as Govt. of U.P, as per the programme requirement. National Board of Accreditation (NBA) has accorded accreditation status to the course.


text:
Fiji (all) Hotels with Parking Availability
Search for Parking available hotels in Fiji (all)
Get Secret Prices on select hotels
These prices aren't available to everyone.
- Sabeto Hot Springs and Mud Pool
- Fiji Museum
- Natadola Beach
- Wailoaloa Beach
- Shangri La Beach
- Mariamma Temple
- Kula Eco Park
- Plantation Island Church
- Pearl South Pacific Championship Golf Course
- Sigatoka Sand Dunes
- Tropica Resort South Beach
- Koroyanitu National Heritage Park
- Denarau Golf and Racquet Club
- University of the South Pacific
- Fiji Golf Club
- Sri Siva Subramaniya Temple
- Arts Village
- Manta Ray Beach
- Sawa-I-Lau Caves
- Beqa Lagoon
Book Hotels with Parking available in Fiji (all)
Don't forget to sign up for the Hotels.com Welcome Rewards Program, it's free! – the membership Program offers you 1 free night* after you book 10".
Fiji (all) travel guides
Fiji Shopping Guide - Find where and what to shop and buy
Shopping is a pleasant pastime in Fiji, especially for visitors with a love for arts and crafts. Tra...
Fiji Travel Tips - Helpful hints and advice on local destination information
Most visitors to Fiji find spending time here fun and simple as the people are friendly and welcomin...
Fiji Sightseeing Guide - Visit notable attractions and landmarks
Fiji is famed for its intense tropical beauty and it should come as no surprise that many people spe...


text:
I am writing an extension. It is a dashboard widget displaying ticket location on google map.
The extension is available here http:/
I was not able to display the map. I am certain the map code is sound, I am able to run it from iframe, but mixing it with spiceworks API is a pitfall for me.
Could you advice me on this?
3 Replies
Apr 4, 2011 at 7:15 UTC
TypeError: google.maps.LatLng is not a constructor
...is an error I am getting. It is supposed to be (from official API reference http:/
Apr 18, 2011 at 10:32 UTC
Plus Technologies is an IT service provider.
take a look at this, it might be helpful
Apr 27, 2011 at 8:25 UTC
Although in the link there is reference to API V2 and I am using V3, there is some merit in it. I seem to execute the constructor google.maps.LatLng before API code fetch is completed.
Doesn't the SPICEWORKS.utils.include on line 1 of my code persist, when update function of addWidgetType is called?


text:
Samsung Galaxy S4
Latest Camera Reviews
Canon PowerShot SX730 HS Review
Panasonic Lumix DC-TZ90 Review
Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX350 Review
Mac users, we're pleased to announce Macphun's all-in-one photo editor Luminar is now available for just $69£52. We rated Luminar as "Highly Recommended".
The Luminar Creative Bundle includes a mega preset pack, overlays, an eBook and more all for free. Plus, Luminar also now offers free and premium preset packs. Use coupon code "PHOTOBLOG" to save another $10 on Luminar.
Visit the Luminar web site to try it for free.
The Samsung Galaxy S4 is a new Android 4.2.2 powered smartphone with a 13-megapixel image sensor (and a 2-megapixel front-facing camera). Key photo-related features include a Dual Camera shooting mode enabling users to simulatneously capture images and footage with both camera units; Eraser Shot, which takes multiple images of the same scene in rapid succession and automatically deletes any objects that have moved between frames; a panoramic image mode and Drama Shot, a multi-exposure shooting mode in which the built-in camera takes a large number of photos within an extremely short period of time and combines them into a single photograph that shows the individual phases of the same movement (somewhat like photos taken with stroboscopic flash). Also of interest is the 5" Full HD AMOLED screen, which boasts a resolution of 441ppi,
Website: Samsung Galaxy S4


text: AUSTIN, Texas, June 30, 2011 /PRNewswire/ -- Electric Transmission Texas, LLC (ETT), has executed master agreements with three construction firms for transmission and infrastructure services associated with the Competitive Renewable Energy Zone (CREZ) projects assigned to ETT by the Public Utility Commission of Texas (PUCT). The agreements with Quanta Services Inc, MYR Group Inc. and TIC Holdings Inc. ensure ETT has significant construction resources committed to help complete its CREZ program in west Texas. ETT, a joint venture between subsidiaries of American Electric Power (NYSE: AEP) and MidAmerican Energy Holdings Company, will construct nearly $1.4 billion in CREZ projects by 2013. The PUCT awarded ETT the second largest share of CREZ projects throughout the state. These master agreements ensure that Quanta Services, MYR and TIC will have the resources available to construct a total of 450 miles of transmission lines and facilities. Over the last several months, the PUCT has approved the required Certificates of Convenience and Necessity for ETT's CREZ projects. Acquisition of rights-of-way from property owners will be completed over the next 18 months. "Establishing this master agreement ensures the resources will be available to begin these important transmission projects as rights-of-way are secured," said ETT President Calvin Crowder. "Project specific pricing and terms will be further refined as we move closer to the start of construction; however, the agreement establishes that we will have three of our industry's leading transmission construction companies committed to these projects at a time when the number of similar projects throughout the country might make resources of this caliber unavailable. All three companies have proven capabilities, a strong safety focus and a commitment to the ETT CREZ program." The three construction firms will work under the direction of ETT and URS Corp. ETT contracted with URS in 2010 to serve as overall program manager for ETT's CREZ projects. Robert Wood, URS vice president and program manager, emphasized that Quanta, MYR and TIC companies have solid reputations for these types of construction projects. "We are very pleased that they will be joining these projects and look forward to working with all three companies," he said.