https://lpgventures.com/6cvvw767d5go hereJessica’s words about this series: This album was put together my senior year of college while studying photography. The inspiration was derived from a box of old family photographs I found. The end result was a series of self-portraits in which I wanted to bring to life the Valium, drug, and alcohol abuse of women during the 60’s and 70’s.
source sitego hereEditor’s note: Next month is Alcohol Awareness Month. We’re publishing this series now in order to provide a short moment of time to think about whether or not you, your loved ones or someone you know could take advantage of the multiple free screenings or help and resources that will be available beginning April 1st. Thanks, Red Dirt Kelly
One week before a business down the road from our home opened, torrential rains came and took out their entire retaining wall. In three days, however, the mess was cleaned up and crews worked around the clock to rebuild the wall and the structures it had pulled down. Now restored, the first business is OPEN.
https://www.mreavoice.org/e2kovgqtu The majority of Oklahoma experienced a sustaining drought throughout last fall and on through Winter 2010-11. No rain. Zero. When this kind of thing happens in the winter, it’s not quite as noticeable as it is when green things are growing. However the situation was pretty bad: until just a few days ago fire warnings had been published, all our snow had only amounted to mere tenths of an inch once melted and the winter wheat was really suffering.
follow Then last week the rain came. In torrents. Although our whole state didn’t get moisture, a good deal did and that “good deal” included My Little Victory Garden. Two days after Mick had plowed up the beautiful soil into a soft loam for planting, the rain came with a vengeance. My yard still has “wavy grass” reminders, my garden was flooded and the aftermath is a now uneven, cracked plot with sand in it. Why sand? The rain was so hard it found a weak, lower area in our neighbors yard and drilled down behind our retaining wall, oozing out the native sandy loam through the cracks. But that wasn’t the worst damage. My garden got off easy.
Did you get a big rain? Did your yard look like this once the water subsided?
If you’re a country kid in Oklahoma you remember these words, “The bus is coming!” My brother and I could actually see the bus coming from about a half mile away. Mr. Beavers was a permanent fixture behind the steering wheel. He was an icon of rural route bus driving in his OshKosh overalls, Apache Farmers’ Coop hat and stoic face forward.
On that bus pure evil thrived. To Mr. Beaver’s defense, it wasn’t his fault.
There was this kid who took it upon himself to dismantle and utterly destroy the spirit of a couple of overweight, homely and underprivileged girls who rode that bus. The evil boy couldn’t tell you why he detested the girls, nor could he tell you why their “F’s” on spelling papers evoked his disdain.
Their hand-me-down dresses with patches were particularly good fodder for the boy’s arsenal of contempt. If the girls seemed to be laughing or dared do anything except sit quietly they would be subject to ridicule. It went on for about a semester. It was mean. It was a form of murder, the killing of those poor girls’ souls.
I didn’t directly engage in the aggression. I did something worse. I laughed.
Scott Brooks' job only looks glamorous, there's many more moments full of frustration. (courtesy aolnews.com, nba/getty images)
The coach is always an easy target. If your team looks bad, the knee-jerk reaction is always to blame the coach. If players aren’t living up to their potential, must be the coach’s fault. If there’s a key breakdown at a crucial moment in the game, the coach is clearly an idiot. If your team’s fortunes don’t turn around immediately, this coach must not be the right man for the job. If your kid isn’t getting enough playing time, the coach must have no idea what he’s doing.
Professional and collegiate coaches get paid big bucks, and I’m sure many of you would trade places with them in a heartbeat. Not me. No thank you. I’m not sure the paycheck is worth the constant pressure, scrutiny, hatred, name-calling and second-guessing that coaches put up with from fans, players, and media. Even if you can handle it, what about the toll it takes on your family? Every day, your kids get to hear about why you stink at your job. Entire websites are created just to promote and encourage your firing. Your demise is almost imminent from the moment you take the job, because there is no sympathy, no grace, and zero tolerance in the what-have-you-done-for-me-lately world of sports. These days, owners fire coaches like it’s a bodily function.
Let’s say you’ve got thick skin, and can get past all the material pointing out every reason why you’re an imbecile. Good for you. Now all you’ve got to do is take a group of men, women, or children and turn them into winners. Do that by managing several different personalities, varying backgrounds, an assortment of skill levels, and a dizzying array of attitudes. You have to know who to coddle and who to criticize. Who gets treated tenderly and who gets a dose of tough love? Make sure you earn your players respect, but don’t be too hard on them. Keep things fun and entertaining, but not too fun, because then you’ll lose that respect. Keep players happy with minutes and playing time, and you better know how to massage the ego of your stars and high draft picks. And if you happen to be a high school coach, good luck explaining to parents why Timmy didn’t make varsity. That’s a fun conversation.
Ever have a craving for chips and dip? I’ve decided that’s a staple in my diet…I would suggest adding some fruit and veggies in the mix though.
I recently moved salons, from Western to Casady Square, where my friend also followed and received the position of executive assistant. (We don’t like to use the word “receptionist”) 😉 The traffic flow is amazing in that area so we decided to have a Stella & Dot Trunk show Monday night. (If you haven’t heard of the jewelry line check out stelldot.com/jennifermanning….its amazing!) Anyway, I volunteered to make some appetizers to take. Can I please tell you that I made 4 in less than 30 min! If you don’t like to cook at least give some of these a whirl! Its easier than opening a jar from the grocery store and putting it in a bowl to take it somewhere. You know we all have done that! Most of the items in the dips you could easily have/keep at home for a quick homemade appetizer!
1 (6oz) can crab 3oz cream cheese 30z cream cheese with chives (might be hard to find, I used 1 6oz container cream cheese and added chives) 2 T. mayo 2 tsp. lemon juice (easy to keep the little lemon shaped bottle in your fridge to add to any recipe) 1/8 tsp. hot pepper sauce (I used chipotle tabasco sauce)
Mix all ingredients. Bake at 350 degrees 15-20 min. Should be bubbling and brown.
(Great dip, looks fancy but is easy to make but fishy so not for people wary of seafood!)
I added a sprinkle of cayenne on top for a little extra flavor and color