I love a lot an "Aurora" or " Polar-Light " though i never saw one! But i hope see it one day, by now i share these photos with you
Have a great day,
xx
KK
PS: Click on the image it enlarges

Why did i read it? Now i'm mad with myself So, it says:
"Carla - your horoscopes for Fri 21, September 2007!"- Aquarius (Jan21-Feb19)
Someone's vivid imagination could fuel the fires of jealousy and cause problems in a close relationship. A disagreement leaves you feeling exhausted; you will need some time to yourself to recharge your emotional batteries. It might be necessary to move a pet project to the back burner due to unforeseen obstacles and complications. A lively friend will boost your sense of adventure, this evening. It will be genuinely worthwhile making an effort to get to know someone close even better."

- Now i know why i spent all night wake up working by laptop, blogging, eating, whatever, because i was feeling myself strange and with an: Imsonia
The first part of this is exactly happening, disagreement yes but with a close relative, which let me, indeed, exhausted if i think about it, so better DANCE THE LIFE YES
Have a very nice day,

KK

1.Whos Is God?:
A little kid asks his father:
-“Daddy, is God a man or a woman?”
-“Both son. God is both.”
After awhile the kid comes again and asks:
“Daddy, is God black or white?”
-“Both son, both.”
-“Daddy, does God love children?”
-“Yes son, he loves all children.”
The child returns a few minutes later and says:
-“Daddy, is Michael Jackson God?”

2.Toilet Paper:
-Whats dumb? Instructions on toilet paper.
-Whats dumber than that? reading them.
-Whats even dumber? Reading them and learning something.
-Dumbest of all? Reading them and having to correct something you've been doing wrong.

3.STUPID : A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses. She started her class by saying, "Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand up!" After a few seconds, Little Johnny stood up. The teacher said, "Do you think you're stupid, Johnny?" Little Johnny replied, "No, ma'am, but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself!"

Have FUN and a nice day,

KK

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ONTARIO, Canada - " The Golden Hand "
.He never paid much attention to the neighbors living in his city block until the day the pretty middle-aged widow moved in two doors down from him. She was plump and dark with sparkling eyes, and she always wore dark gloves on her hands, even indoors.

He went out of his way to meet her, and they often "bumped" into each other in the street and stood talking. One day, as she brushed the hair back from her forehead, he caught a glimpse of gold under the glove on her right arm. When he asked her about it, she grinned coquettishly and told him that she had lost one hand a few years back and now wore a golden hand in its place. In that moment, a terrible lust woke in his heart - not to possess the lady herself, but to possess the solid gold hand that she wore under her long black gloves.

He courted the widow with every stratagem known to him; flowers, trips to the theater, gifts, compliments. And he won her heart. Within a month, they were standing in front of a minister, promising to love one another until death parted them. Within another month, he was a widower and had buried his ailing wife in the local cemetery - without her golden hand. It had been so easy. A slow poison, administered daily to resemble a wasting disease. No one - not his wife, not the family doctor, not their neighbors - suspected murder. And the night after the funeral, he slept with the golden hand under his pillow.

It was a dark night. Clouds covered the moon, and the wind was whistling down the chimney and rattling the shutters of the town house. He was deeply asleep when the door to his room slammed open with a loud bang and a wild wind whipped around the room, scattering papers and books and clothing and table coverings every which way. He sat up, startled by the sudden noise, and his pulse began to pound when he saw a greenish-white light bobbing slowly into the room. Before his eyes, the light slowly grew larger, taking on the shape of his dead wife. She was missing one arm. "Where is my golden hand?" she moaned, her dark eyes blazing with red fire. "Give me my golden hand!"

He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry with fear that he could only make soft gasping noises. The glowing phantom moved closer to him, her once-lovely face twisted into a hideous green mask. "You stole my life and you stole my hand. Give me back my golden hand!" the dead wife howled. The noise rose higher and higher, and the phantom pulsed with a strident green light that smote his eyes, making them water.

He cowered back against his pillows, and the hard shape of the golden hand pressed against his back. And then he felt the golden hand twitch underneath him as the mangled green phantom that had been his wife swooped down upon him, pressing his face against the pillow in a suffocating green cloud. He tried to scream, but it was cut off suddenly by a terrible pressure against his throat, cutting off his breath. The world went black.

The next morning, when the housemaid came into the room with her master's morning cup of tea, she found him lying dead on the floor, with the golden hand clutched around his throat. "

- by S.E. Schlosser.

KK

" Army of the Dead "
A laundress, newly moved to Charleston following the Civil War, found herself awakened at the stroke of twelve each night by the rumble of heavy wheels passing in the street. But she lived on a dead end street, and had no explanation for the noise. Her husband would not allow her to look out the window when she heard the sounds, telling her to leave well enough alone. Finally, she asked the woman who washed at the tub next to hers. The woman said: "What you are hearing is the Army of the Dead. They are Confederate soldiers who died in hospital without knowing that the war was over. Each night, they rise from their graves and go to reinforce Lee in Virginia to strengthen the weakened Southern forces."

The next night, the laundress slipped out of bed to watch the Army of the Dead pass. She stood spell-bound by the window as a gray fog rolled passed. Within the fog, she could see the shapes of horses, and could hear gruff human voices and the rumble of canons being dragged through the street, followed by the sound of marching feet. Foot soldiers, horsemen, ambulances, wagons and canons passed before her eyes, all shrouded in gray. After what seemed like hours, she heard a far off bugle blast, and then silence.

When the laundress came out of her daze, she found one of her arms was paralyzed. She has never done a full days washing since. "

- retold by
S. E. Schlosser

KK