Today I’m thankful for my birthday. Generally I don’t think about it but just the other day is like the same as yesterday unless it was my birthday. I think Canada is like that. Today I’m signing up for home internet service from a vendor at the mall. I walk by nearly everyday as it’s on my way to the public library. So the sales clerk nearly throws a fit at me for some clerical reason and I’m expected to treat it like she’s my sister!
The other day I was in the Dollarama and was accosted by a few reckless teenagers whom scared me silly. The next day I noted that my brand new makeup from the day was gone! I called the police, shocked that anybody in the community would target me and immediately went together to hospital with the police hand in hand. Generally I’d get the police to look around for the youngsters and make an arrest to teach them a lesson about bullying. I did not push the agenda because I know that these kiddos want the image as did the woman from the hospital with the eyeliner.
Hello I am just going to put this out there and see if it’ll catch. I’m Mildred Woodside and this is afrappacino for all your terror news. I’m looking to make money blogging about terror news and statistics from my perspective. I want the viewer to browse the site with a cappuccino in hand and feel safe while getting the information to feel better informed. The following is what’s on the Net now but unfortunately they were inconsistent. I’m looking to keep this up for life. Good night.
The other day my mother told me to shut up in the middle of the entire room. We were sitting in on a 9-1-1 Communicator information session in order to see if this would be a viable career for me in the long run. The entire room went silent and then … like magic … in the elevator a guy from the group said hello to us and everything was better. A quick aside about the help in my building … they steal. They literally set up a method to walk into my home any time and steal what they wanted a la “Pretty Little Liars”. The police wrote a nice report for me in regards to a pair of contact lenses taken from my bathroom.
A cappuccino would be nice-take me out of the cold-into a library or something
This blog post is about human trafficking as a local issue. Click on the word scan below and view an article from Toronto Life about what happens at the bus stop: scan When you see this article you will change your mind about how you view a cup of coffee and sitting at the library reading, researching and trawling.
Like, it’s so unfair that women like these guys had no way to express themselves so they got trafficked. If you really look at these personality types, they’re snowboarders. I mean, look at the way they’re dressed!
Saint-Germain – Luxembourg District 06, Paris, Ile-de-France, France
The Bibliothèque Mazarine (biblijɔtɛk mazaʁin) is the oldest public library in France. The Bibliothèque Mazarine was initially the personal library of Cardinal Mazarin (1602-1661), who was a great bibliophile. His first library, arranged by his librarian, Gabriel Naudé, was dispersed when he had to flee Paris during the Fronde.
He then began a second library with what was left of the first, assisted by the successor to Naudé, François de La Poterie. At his death he bequeathed his library, which he had opened to scholars since 1643, to the Collège des Quatre-Nations which he had founded in 1661. Reopened in 1682, the Mazarin library has occupied the eastern wing of the Bâtiments du Collège since its inception. The Collège des Quatre-Nations became in 1805 the Palais de l’Institut de France.
By the time of the French Revolution, the Bibliothèque Mazarine sheltered more than 60,000 volumes. The library became public and received a considerable number of books seized from the nobles or from religious congregations. Among its collection of 2,370 incunabula is a specimen of the Gutenberg Bible known as the Bible Mazarine.
Former French president François Mitterrand’s once illegitimate and hidden daughter Mazarine Pingeot is said to be named after this library because of her parents’ love for books.