That's my new ink It was worse then my feet unfortunately, I thought if my feet didn't hurt then I was void from pain anywhere else.The pain gets really into your knee, but its not unbearable. I have the horse shoes on the back of my calves.Need some grey wash shade and then they should be done
While in the merry month of May from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted, Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born, Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking; Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked me was I hired, wages I required, I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city. So then I took a stroll, all among the quality; Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality. Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
From there I got away, me spirits never falling, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing. The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he; When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy. Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling; When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead, Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it. Blood began to boil, temper I was losing; Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing. "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly. Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in, With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray. We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
Monday, March 29, 2010
So Ive already posted something about a female that I really enjoy, Patricia Day. Here is another lass that I think is particularly amazing
I have a soft spot for the Hills , I know its quite sad. In my sociology lecture today we were learning about a man who wrote 'the sociological imagination' which is basically the handbook of sociology. So im practicing using my sociological imagination. one thing that stood out was the 'I' and 'me' factors. Children don't know 'me' they know 'i'. 'I' happens when we are first born , we don't understand the 'rules' of society , we don't understand that screaming in the supermarket is not socially accepted. 'I' is when we don't understand that the world doesn't revolve around ourselves , that the people in our lives aren't just there for us and we don't understand that everyone else has their own wants and needs. 'Me' is when we have become more 'socially constructed' , we learn the rules of socially for example when we walk into a class room we don't turn and face the back of the room light up a cigarette and start yelling . We also generally feel compassion for our significant others and understand they aren't there to please us.
'Me' also involves a couple other things 1. we become aware of who we are and what we think about ourselves. 2. we become construct what we think others think of us 3. we now try to become what we think others think of us 3a. we try to morph ours selves and become socially accepted. 3b. we now try to become socially accepted and fail and wear the seal of shame
Now i most likely got that a bit wrong but that's what i took from the lecture.
Here is Heidi Montag who has tried to 'improve' herself. She is so ridiculously in her own little world that she has no idea what she has done to herself. Im not sure if she has got this surgery because she was deeply unhappy with herself or she is just so intent on pleasing others. anyway here is hollywoods tragic idea of beauty
