A few more of Punkin
I’ll Fly Away- Rising Appalachia (featuring Nahko Bear of MFTP)
I usually prefer the old school bluegrass version of this, but I ran up on these folks when looking through different covers of the song and had to post this. If you listen to this all the way through- the tempo keeps changing- you will have done yourself a favor today.
I am a fan after listening to more of their music. Good, good stuff.
I’ll never cease being amazed at what music does to my spirit.
(Although I hope they ditch that beatboxing guy. Luckily, he doesn’t get much attention in the song.)
1. Internal Medicine- March 10 @10:15
2. Physical Therapy- March 13 @1:00
3. Psychiatrist- March 17th @ 10:45
4. Pain Mgmt.- March 19th @12:30
5. Physical Therapy- March 20 @1:00
6. Urogynecologyst- March 25 @9:30
7. Vascular specialist- March 26 @4:00
8. Physical Therapy- March 27 @1:00
I’m feeling like I’m about to lose it. On top of being a physical drain, I’m a financial drain. For every one of these appointments, there’s $20 in gas and $25 in co-pays. That does not include prescription costs (upwards of $150/month) or the pay arrangements I have to keep up with ($90/month), or the $600/month we pay for insurance.
I HATE WHAT I AM DOING TO MY FAMILY.
THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING ON TUMBLR GOODNESS
I HAVE NEVER SEEN ALL OF THESE TOGETHER AND CITED OH MY GOD
I can’t even talk.
I have never in my life gotten along so well with women as I do now since joining tumblr. Nearly all of my friends have been male my whole life, but the girls I’ve met here have changed that ratio by a good margin. I don’t know if it’s that women are typically so guarded around each other that I’ve rarely looked long enough to see through the catty shit to awesome women underneath, or that the best of us all managed to show up here in the same place.
Either way, I love you, crazy bitches.
Looks like Gene’s checking out the talent.
Can’t blame him, they’re all some fine tail.
Woman in labor robbed while going to hospital
The couple was confronted by three men with guns as they left an apartment on Copeland Street early Sunday. When the woman’s boyfriend fled, police spokeswoman Cpl. Amy Miguez says, the suspects tried to get the woman to let them into an apartment,…
If anyone needs a huge outpouring of love, IT’S THIS WOMAN RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. The amount of suffering she’s undoubtedly experienced from all of this is unimaginable. Any of yall work in a florist/gift shop in the Annapolis, Maryland area, or have a hook-up with someone who does? We don’t have her name, but if they’re delivered to Labor & Delivery with a small description of her situation, I’m sure they would know and give them to her. We’d need to do it up big, but without everyone having to chip in much money, because I don’t know about yall, but I’m BROKE. That’s why it would help if one of you had a hook-up or maybe a florist willing to cut a deal for a good cause so we could get enough flowers to really wow her. And not trying to sound pitiful here, but someone more popular than me PLEASE GET THE WORD OUT, so we can do this fast before she’s discharged from the hospital. IF WE CAN GET 50 PEOPLE TO DONATE $5, THAT WOULD BUY A SHITLOAD OF DAISIES. Also, IT NEEDS TO BE ANONYMOUS. No back-patting here. Only a thoughtful message signed from “Just some people”, or something like that.
COME ON, SHE. WAS. IN. LABOR.
Also, if anyone is able to get me ten minutes with that “boyfriend” in a locked room, a can of Aqua Net, and a Bic lighter, I’d be much obliged;)
Next level sagging. [vid]
I laughed, out loud, at my desk, and was not ashamed.
Franz Fiedler (1885-1956)
Plant Study, 1930s
The Instinct Of Hope by John Clare
Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be,
And everything seems struggling to explain
The close sealed volume of its mystery.
Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
To meet that calm and find a resting place.
E’en the small violet feels a future power
And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
And surely man is no inferior flower
To die unworthy of a second spring?
Those last two lines get me every time.