Dry Sister

Does anyone know what Moor is? Hello, I am curious to know what in the world Moor is... Like moor mud. I got this skin care stuff on gorgeouslookingskin.com and I don't have a clue what I bought now. I am too nervous to ask them, though they offered recommendations but I pretended to know what I bought. Any suggestions on what I got?

does anybody know what these are for? what does a vitamin C facial do? what does a champagne facial do? what does a Enzyme facial do? And what does a purifying Marine facial do? also what do body polish,moor mud body wraps, salt glow boy treatments and seaweed body masque's do? also what is a wine wrap? sorry i have so many questions but im going to the spa for the first time ever and i dont know what these things are and which ones i should do? please answer as many as you can. thank you!

How do I reinforce my dock pilings with dolphins? I have a boat dock. about 14 X 26. It's against my seawall, in a tidal, hurricane prone area of FLA> I have piles on the outside. Two of which are very tall. I have a slide mooring system that allows my 42 ft powercat yacht to float up and down with tides. I am concerned that the piles could give way from the mud floor and riip the whole thing away in a good storm. Tidal surge wont be a problem as I have the ability to go about 10-15 ft above normal. I think I need to add dolphins to the existing piles. I see them installed around my neighborhood. Kinda like three shorter piles in a triangle, or pyramid shape attached to the main pile. I think it can be done with water pressure? Any thoughts? Thanx. marine engineers are expensive. Lots of people do this themselves. Boat is 42 ft long, and 20 ft wide. A trailer ride out of state would be 15,000 round trip.

Ladies: Would this be a gift you would enjoy? I am trying to think of a good gift for my girlfriend's 22nd birthday coming up in a few weeks...There is a Day Spa in the area and thought that I could get her a package there. Here is the description of one of the packages that I'm thinking about getting her: Journey to Wellness 5½ hrs. $301 This exclusive package includes aromatic moor mud wrap, one hour aromatherapy body massage, European facial, spa manicure, spa pedicure, designer style and lunch. Do you think that this is something she would really like? Or would I be better off spending the money on some jewelry or something else...I'd just like some opinions to get an idea. We've been together a little over two years...I already got her a ring, a necklace and a nose ring in the past. They have some couples packages but I'm not really a day spa guy, so I would rather spend the money on some extra stuff for her that I would have been spending on me.

who can pick up my boat out of the water with a crane and haul it to a marina? After hurricane katrina, my sailboat that is moored in the bayou behind my house has been stuck in the debris, mainly mud, that was left behind. Now i need to liberate it from this location, has anyone had a similar problem? I'm looking for a crane and transportation company.

Sailboat Mooring? Can I moor an O'Day 23 with a 2'3" draft in only 2'6" of water (at mean low tide) in a protected harbor? I realize at low tide, on a very windy day, the small keel (with retracted centerboard) may bump the bottom, which is mud, but is this a problem?

A poem, perhaps someone could comment on it? There is a rug, comprised of silken strands - Her woven cords make pale the rainbow's hue! More fierce than gems, her threads of Saphire blue - To me she is the sun on darkened lands! She's woven on a loom too fine for man - More bright than stars, the threads that run her through! The thought of her to me is clung like glue - Through all my life, her shining lustre spans! Yet she remains, reposed upon the floor A home to mud, and cold discarded shoes. As desolate, unloved as windswept moor, Her splendor's naught, to base and sightless fools. A rug, though of the finest quality, Remains a rug, for all eternity.

Please interpret/give an opinion on this poem.? There is a rug, comprised of silken strands - Her woven cords make pale the rainbow's hue! More fierce than gems, her threads of Saphire blue - To me she is the sun on darkened lands! She's woven on a loom too fine for man - More bright than stars, the threads that run her through! The thought of her to me is clung like glue - Through all my life, her shining lustre spans! Yet she remains, reposed upon the floor A home to mud, and cold discarded shoes. As desolate, unloved as windswept moor, Her splendor's naught, to base and sightless fools. A rug, though of the finest quality, Remains a rug, for all eternity. I'm curious to know what message you think this poem is meant to convey, and also what you take away from it. What do you think of the word choice and the choice of format? Over all, do you like, or dislike this poem?

my bhs standard livery yard treat me and my horse really unfairly compared to the others what can i do? firstly, i moved there a few years back but the only stable free was a big one in the barn and i was being charged £26 a week for DIY and they said wen a smaller one is available they will charge me £21 like everyone else. the time came when there was a free stable and the yard owner said if i still want my horse turning out it will saty at £26 a week. they also dump things in my field like farm machinery and poles with nails sticking out. also, they put her on a teather without asking me and she got a very bad rope burns on her leg and was on box rest for 3 weeks, but it could of lead to her leg being broken. they also spreaded muck in my field and set it on fire with my horse still in it! i made it clear to them that she was on strict grazing and they kept on moving her to huge fields with long grass. also, i am pregnant and they put up a rope fence neer the arena so she could cut the grass (without asking me again) and when i came to give her her feed she barged through the rope knowing it wasnt electric and she knocked me over. i was lucky the baby is still okay. i rote them a letter complaining about this and a few months later they did it again. also, the yard owner said it wud be okay for me to let me keep my shetland in my horses field, but 2 days later i go a phone call off my dad saying george (the yard owner) has braught freddie round because he doesnt wasnt him there any more. i was very annoyed because he could of contacted me before taking him to my dads. the final thing, i wanted to keep her put during winter as she is a native but they wouldnt let me because apparently the grazing is in bad condition and that she will get mud fever. so i asked her if i could move her to a different field and they said that the other fileds have been allocated ( they are still empty now). so i have to leave her in. but this is not the thing that annoys me, its the fact that the girl in the filed next door is being charged £6 less than me for the exact same livery and she is aloud to leave 3 of her horses out and george brings her other horse in for nothing. this should not be a bhs standard yard because the customers get treated very unfairly compared to other whoa are spending moor money. is there anything i can do because i contacted the bhs and they said they can do an unonnaunced inspection but i cant see that doing any good because they cannot inspect what has been happening just by turning up and having a look around??

People what you think of the three kinds of death of Manichaeanism? ( text below)? Manichaean Mythos Manichaean Death AnNadim on the Three Kinds of Death 1 When death comes to the Righteous, the First Man sends him a Bright God in the form of the Sage, the Guide, and three Gods1 (come) with him carrying the Flask and the Fillet and the Crown and the Garland (all of) the Light; and with them comes the Maiden, the Image. of the soul of that Righteous One. Then the demon of Greed appears to him, together with Lust a and the (other) demons, and when the Righteous sees them he appeals to the deity who is in the Sage's a form, and to the three Gods, for help. Then they draw near to him, and when the demons see them they turn away in flight. They then take that Righteous One and clothe him in the Crown and Garland and Robe, and they give him the Flask in his hand. They go up with him in the Column of Glory to the spheres of 'the Moon, and to the First Man, and to the Radiant One, Mother of the Living, to his first possession in the Gardens of the Light. Then his flesh remains lying there, while the Sun and the Moors. and the Bright Gods draw the Power out of it namely the Water and the Fire and the Air. So he is raised to the Sun and becomes God, while the dregs of his -flesh are thrown Out to a hell which is wholly darkness. 2. Now as for the man striving for and well disposed to the Religion and Innocence, who guards both these and the Righteous Ones,1 well, when his death takes place, these Gods whom I have mentioned are present, and the demons are (also) there. Then he calls for help and relies on what he used to do for Innocence and guarding the Religion and the Righteous Ones; so they save him from the demons'. But (as) in the world the likeness of the man who in his dream sees phantoms and does not cease5 plunging into mud and mire, so too he does not cease in that way, until his Light and his Spirit are freed, and after the long time of his wandering about he soars up into the Assembly of the Righteous Ones and puts on their Robe. 3. As for the wicked man, over whom Greed and 'Lust have prevailed, well, when his death draws near the demons are present with him; then they seize him, harass him and make him see horrors. Then these 'Gods come and that Robe with them so the wicked man fancies they have come to save him; but they are there only to revile him, and to remind him of his deeds, and to compel the realization that he has lost the help of the Righteous Ones. Then he does not cease to roam about miserably in the world until the time of the End, when he is thrown into hell. 4. Mani said: Well, these three paths in which human souls are grouped: one of them (leads) to the 'Gardens, and they are the Righteous ; and the second to the world and the phantoms, and they are the guardians of the Righteous and the third to hell, and that is the (road) of the wicked man. (335 : 10 29) I accepted this as part of the Neo-Manichaean doctrine. Can you comment on it? How does it fit in with other faiths? Content above taken from the Order of Nazorean Essenes (O.N.E) or the Manichean Orthodox Church. http://essenes.net/manideath.html

Could you give an opinion of my poem please. Critique and comments are welcome, thanks? Tow Path Walk by Lynch Island (in the Thames) The sun spreads wide a net of gold across the Thames in ev'ning light. It gleams and dances on the flow and then meanders out of sight. The walkers by the waters edge beside the crushed and sodden reeds are dressed in cosy winter clothes of blended wools and Harris tweeds. They pass the Lynch with branches bare bereft of leaves sedate and still. No sign of Springtime stirring there, the earth exhales a bitter chill. From high above in secure roosts webbed wings appear in echoed flight. Bats fly above an old moored boat as dusk moves on to greet the night. A swift and swollen river slaps the broken banks on either side. Late Sunday stroll has reached its goal and mud caked boots take homeward strides. No TD's given by me

Would you read another re-work please. Comments and critique welcome, thanks? Tow Path Walk by Lynch Island The sun spreads wide a net of gold across the Thames in ev'ning light. It gleams and dances on the flow and then meanders out of sight. The walkers by the waters edge beside the crushed and sodden reeds are dressed in cosy winter clothes, of blended wools and Harris tweeds. They pass the Lynch with branches bare bereft of leaves sedate and still. No sign of Springtime stirring there, the earth exhales a bitter chill. From high above secure in roosts webbed wings appear in echoed flight. Bats fly above an old moored boat as dusk moves on to greet the night. A swift and swollen river slaps the broken banks on either side. Late Sunday stroll has reached its goal and mud caked boots take homeward strides. GrannyJill - I think it's the mud caked boots Iano doesn't like

Question about rugs/blankets? So I'm probably going to get a pony and i am in the middle of working out equipment prices and i am looking at turnout rugs, i am looking at medium turnout rugs (the weather never really gets below -5 C here) the one that I am looking at doesn't have a neck cover, it's 600 denier, I'm planning on keeping out on pasture board over summer (About late march until mid september). I want to rug over the winter even though he/she will be in his/her stable, which is what the livery yard i would use do, even if it's just a stable rug. Over summer I want to put a turnout rug on over night so i would put it on just before it gets dark and take it off when I bring it in, in the morning because we get some harsh storms over the summer usually in July/August it's a heavy down-pour of rain with thunder usually. I don't know whether or not to rug for summer nights, also the fields aren't always dry and i want to try to keep my possible horse as clean as possible because I hate trying to groom thick mud off. I am getting a stable rug for winter days and nights because it gets frosty and snows on the moors, (yes i will give turn out for an hour or so per day while i muck out, etc.) Do I rug for summer nights? What rug should i use in the stable over winter? (don't say "the stable rug, duh!" because the livery yard also gives lessons and the stabled horses will have a stable rug or turn-out rug) We're using straw if that helps with how warm it will be. A large pony/small horse, will probably be a Welsh D X with a finer breed (TB or something). Would it be better if i had the neck piece on the turnout rug? We're coastal so we get really harsh gails that can get up to 60mph on harsh days and nights. It rains about 200 days on average per year, therefore i don't want him or her to get cold and wet because it rains all year round, the summers here are horrible, rarely ever sunny we might get a heat wave for a day or two over summer then it starts raining again. It even started snowing slightly once.

POLL: does anyone know what this is an example of? Star? Not I! Movie – it too has a star in or a cameo who wore mask – cast are livewires. Soda-pop straws are sold, as part-encased a hot tin, I saw it in mad dog I met. Is dog rosy? Tie-dye booths in rocks. All ewes lessen ill. I see sheep in Syria? He, not I, deep in Syria, has done. No one radio drew old one. Many moths – I fondle his; no lemons are sold. Loot delis, yob, moths in a deli bundle his tin. Pins to net a ball I won – pins burst input. I loot to get a looter a spot paler. Arm a damsel – doom a dam. Not a base camera was in a frost, first on knees on top spot. Now a camera was a widened dam. Ask: Cold, do we dye? No, hot – push tap, set on to hosepipe. Nuts in a pod liven. A chasm regrets a motto of a fine veto of wars. Too bad – I all won. A sadist sent cadets – a war reign a hero derides. A bad loser, a seer, tossed a cradle – he begat to cosset – a minaret for Carole, Beryl, Nora. We’re not as poor to self. I risk cold as main is tidal. As not one to delay burden, I don’t set it on “hot”. A foot made free pie race losses runnier. As draw won pull, eye won nose. Vile hero saw order it was in – even a moron saw it – no, witnessed it: Llama drops – ark riots. Evil P.M. in a sorer opus enacts all laws but worst arose. Grab a nosey llama – nil lesser good, same nicer omen. In pins? No, it is open. If a top spins, dip in soot. Madam, as I desire, dictates: Pull aside, damsels, I set a rag not for a state bastion. A test I won e.g. a contest I won. Kidnap, in part, an idle hero. Megastars, red, rosy, tied no tie. Blast! A hero! We do risk a yeti’s opposition! He too has a wee bagel still up to here held. Demigods pack no mask, cap nor a bonnet, for at last a case is open – I left a tip – it wets. A dog wets too. Radios to help pay my tip, pull a tip. Ale, zoo beer, frets yon animal. Can it? New sex arose but, we sots, not to panic – it’s ale – did I barrel? Did I lose diadem, rare carrot in a jar of mine? Droop as tops sag – unseen knots. A cat ate straw as buck risk cud; evil foe, nil a red nag ate? Bah! Plan it – silage. Model foot in arboreta. I, dark Satanist, set fire – voodoo – to slat. I design a metal as parrot, I deem it now. One vast sum is no ten in set – amen! Indeed, nine drag a yam, nine drag a tie. Dame nabs flower; can we help man? Woman is worse nob. Mud level rose, so refill a rut. A nag of iron I made to trot I defied – I risk leg and its ulnae. Can a pen I felt to bid dollar or recite open a crate, open a cradle, his garret? Sample hot Edam in a pan. I’m a rotten digger – often garden I plan, I agreed; All agreed? Aye, bore ensign; I’d a veto – I did lose us site. Wool to hem us? No, cotton. Site pen in acacias or petals a last angel bee frets in. I met a gorilla (simian); a mate got top snug Noel fire-lit role. Manet, Pagnol, both girdle his reed bogs. Flan I reviled, a vet nods to order it, Bob, and assign it. Totem users go help mates pull as eye meets eye. Son – mine – pots a free pie, yes? No. Left a tip? Order a dish to get. A ring is worn – it is gold. Log no Latin in a monsignor, wet or wise. Many a menu to note carrot. Cat in a boot loots; As I live, do not tell! A bare pussy, as flat on fire, I know loots guns, fires a baton, nets a hero my ale drop made too lax. If it is to rain, a man is a sign; I wore macs, no melons rot. I use moths if rats relive, sir, or retire. Vendor pays: I admire vendee, his pots net roe. Nine dames order an opal fan; I’ll ask cold log fire vendor to log igloo frost. Under Flat Six exist no devils. Marxist nods to Lenin. To Lenin I say: “Mama is a deb, besides a bad dosser.” Gen it up to get “ova” for “egg”. I recall a tarot code: yell at a dessert side-dish sale. Yes/nos a task cartel put correlate: E.S.P. rocks a man. I am a man, am no cad, I’m aware where it’s at! Fire! Its an ogre-god to help, man, as I go. Do not swap; draw, pull a troll! It’s not a cat I milk – calf, for a fee, sews a button – knit or tie damsel over us. Mined gold lode I fill until red nudes I met in a moor-top bar can. I sit, I fill a diary – trap nine men in ten-part net – oh, sir, I ask, cod nose? No, damp eel. So, to get a name! I say, Al! I am Al! Last, I felt, to breed, deer begat. To can I tie tissue – damp – or deliver Omani artist – a man of Islam. In a den mad dogs lived on minis a signor who lived afore targets in at. As eremites pull, I, we, surf, fantasise, mend a bad eye. No hero met satyr; Tony, as I stressed, won’t, so cosset satyr. A vet on isles made us sign it, a name. Foe man one sub. Aside no dell I fret a wallaby; metal ferrets yodel, like so. On a wall I ate rye. Bored? No, was I rapt! One more calf? O.K., calf, one more, bossy! No! Lock cabin, rob yam, sip martini. Megastar was in a risk. Cat? No, I’m a dog; I’m a sad loyal pet. A design I wore – kilts (a clan); if net drawn, I put it up. Royal spots snag – royal prevents rift. Composer, good diet, ar

POLL: does anyone know what this is an example of? Star? Not I! Movie – it too has a star in or a cameo who wore mask – cast are livewires. Soda-pop straws are sold, as part-encased a hot tin, I saw it in mad dog I met. Is dog rosy? Tie-dye booths in rocks. All ewes lessen ill. I see sheep in Syria? He, not I, deep in Syria, has done. No one radio drew old one. Many moths – I fondle his; no lemons are sold. Loot delis, yob, moths in a deli bundle his tin. Pins to net a ball I won – pins burst input. I loot to get a looter a spot paler. Arm a damsel – doom a dam. Not a base camera was in a frost, first on knees on top spot. Now a camera was a widened dam. Ask: Cold, do we dye? No, hot – push tap, set on to hosepipe. Nuts in a pod liven. A chasm regrets a motto of a fine veto of wars. Too bad – I all won. A sadist sent cadets – a war reign a hero derides. A bad loser, a seer, tossed a cradle – he begat to cosset – a minaret for Carole, Beryl, Nora. We’re not as poor to self. I risk cold as main is tidal. As not one to delay burden, I don’t set it on “hot”. A foot made free pie race losses runnier. As draw won pull, eye won nose. Vile hero saw order it was in – even a moron saw it – no, witnessed it: Llama drops – ark riots. Evil P.M. in a sorer opus enacts all laws but worst arose. Grab a nosey llama – nil lesser good, same nicer omen. In pins? No, it is open. If a top spins, dip in soot. Madam, as I desire, dictates: Pull aside, damsels, I set a rag not for a state bastion. A test I won e.g. a contest I won. Kidnap, in part, an idle hero. Megastars, red, rosy, tied no tie. Blast! A hero! We do risk a yeti’s opposition! He too has a wee bagel still up to here held. Demigods pack no mask, cap nor a bonnet, for at last a case is open – I left a tip – it wets. A dog wets too. Radios to help pay my tip, pull a tip. Ale, zoo beer, frets yon animal. Can it? New sex arose but, we sots, not to panic – it’s ale – did I barrel? Did I lose diadem, rare carrot in a jar of mine? Droop as tops sag – unseen knots. A cat ate straw as buck risk cud; evil foe, nil a red nag ate? Bah! Plan it – silage. Model foot in arboreta. I, dark Satanist, set fire – voodoo – to slat. I design a metal as parrot, I deem it now. One vast sum is no ten in set – amen! Indeed, nine drag a yam, nine drag a tie. Dame nabs flower; can we help man? Woman is worse nob. Mud level rose, so refill a rut. A nag of iron I made to trot I defied – I risk leg and its ulnae. Can a pen I felt to bid dollar or recite open a crate, open a cradle, his garret? Sample hot Edam in a pan. I’m a rotten digger – often garden I plan, I agreed; All agreed? Aye, bore ensign; I’d a veto – I did lose us site. Wool to hem us? No, cotton. Site pen in acacias or petals a last angel bee frets in. I met a gorilla (simian); a mate got top snug Noel fire-lit role. Manet, Pagnol, both girdle his reed bogs. Flan I reviled, a vet nods to order it, Bob, and assign it. Totem users go help mates pull as eye meets eye. Son – mine – pots a free pie, yes? No. Left a tip? Order a dish to get. A ring is worn – it is gold. Log no Latin in a monsignor, wet or wise. Many a menu to note carrot. Cat in a boot loots; As I live, do not tell! A bare pussy, as flat on fire, I know loots guns, fires a baton, nets a hero my ale drop made too lax. If it is to rain, a man is a sign; I wore macs, no melons rot. I use moths if rats relive, sir, or retire. Vendor pays: I admire vendee, his pots net roe. Nine dames order an opal fan; I’ll ask cold log fire vendor to log igloo frost. Under Flat Six exist no devils. Marxist nods to Lenin. To Lenin I say: “Mama is a deb, besides a bad dosser.” Gen it up to get “ova” for “egg”. I recall a tarot code: yell at a dessert side-dish sale. Yes/nos a task cartel put correlate: E.S.P. rocks a man. I am a man, am no cad, I’m aware where it’s at! Fire! Its an ogre-god to help, man, as I go. Do not swap; draw, pull a troll! It’s not a cat I milk – calf, for a fee, sews a button – knit or tie damsel over us. Mined gold lode I fill until red nudes I met in a moor-top bar can. I sit, I fill a diary – trap nine men in ten-part net – oh, sir, I ask, cod nose? No, damp eel. So, to get a name! I say, Al! I am Al! Last, I felt, to breed, deer begat. To can I tie tissue – damp – or deliver Omani artist – a man of Islam. In a den mad dogs lived on minis a signor who lived afore targets in at. As eremites pull, I, we, surf, fantasise, mend a bad eye. No hero met satyr; Tony, as I stressed, won’t, so cosset satyr. A vet on isles made us sign it, a name. Foe man one sub. Aside no dell I fret a wallaby; metal ferrets yodel, like so. On a wall I ate rye. Bored? No, was I rapt! One more calf? O.K., calf, one more, bossy! No! Lock cabin, rob yam, sip martini. Megastar was in a risk. Cat? No, I’m a dog; I’m a sad loyal pet. A design I wore – kilts (a clan); if net drawn, I put it up. Royal spots snag – royal prevents rift. Composer, good diet, ar