A splendid view in all directions from the Cayenne Grey Brushed Atmosphere composite decking strip that transcends this magnificent Italian landscape. Its authentic and modern appearance blends into this natural environment in which harmony abounds. You can expect a similar result in your garden!


text:
The restaurant passed its follow-up inspection with a score of 99.
Photo: Joe Raedle/Getty Images
Health inspector docks DeKalb McDonald's for 'pink slime' on soda machine
DeKalb Co.
J.D. Capelouto, The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
A McDonald's in DeKalb County failed its health inspection earlier this week, as a report noted there was a slimy substance on the self-serve soda dispenser.
The McDonald's at 2636 Wesley Chapel Road scored a 59 during its Tuesday inspection. Notably, during a follow-up inspection one day later, it easily passed with a 99.
"The health and safety of our customers and employees are top priorities, which includes operating a safe and clean restaurant," John Tamasi, the owner and operator of the franchise, said in a statement. "We acted quickly to address the issues and the restaurant was re-opened the next day receiving a 99 score from the Georgia Department of Public Health."
Georgia has rules it requires every food service operation to follow. These are just a few of the many health and safety regulations. Food service operations without a permit are illegal. Employees must know how to prevent foodborne illness and the symptoms of those illnesses. Food must be kept at the correct temperatures to prevent pathogens from growing. Employees must meet standards of cleanliness while working around food. If health laws are not met, the food service's permit may be suspended.
During the first checkup, an inspector observed "a whitish pink slime like debris on the dispensing nozzle of the drink machine," and several other violations. She noticed raw chicken breast stored in direct contact with raw, frozen beef patties and food preparation tables with "build-up and food debris," according to the report.
In the back of the restaurant, there was a pool of unclean, dirty water on the floor, the inspector noted. Almost all of the violations were corrected during the Tuesday inspection.
It wasn't the first time this year the location failed a health inspection. In February, in scored a 46. The next day, it passed a follow-up inspection with an 88.
The fast-food chain is located on Wesley Chapel just off I-20 at Exit 68.
Follow DeKalb County News on Facebook and Twitter
In other news:
DeKalb County police told Channel 2 Action News that one of their officers pulled over a car on I-20 at Candler Road Thursday morning.

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaCommonCrawl


the internet connection experience of the future.
Thursday, May 9, 2019, at 5:00 p.m. E.T. / 2:00 p.m. P.T.
To access the conference call, please dial 1-888-306-9369 (U.S. toll-free) or 1-503-406-4059 (international) and entering the access code 1991034. The audio webcast will be simultaneously available on the Investor Relations section of DZS's website at https://investor-dzsi.com/investor-relations/events/.
An audio replay will be offered for a week, by dialing 1-855-859-2056 (U.S. toll-free) or 1-404-537-3406 (international) and entering the access code 1991034. An audio webcast recording will also be available online at https://investor-dzsi.com/investor-relations/events/ for approximately one week following the original call.
At DZS we are committed to satisfying our investors by meeting or exceeding expectations. We are continuously striving to accomplish the highest standards of investor satisfaction by constantly improving the capabilities, quality, and delivery of our information.


text:
Serial Saturday: "The Suggestion Box, Vol. 4: A to Z Challenge" Letter Z
The List:
-Zayra
-Zero Hour, zenith
-Zapheira, zoo
-Zodiac, zipper, zinging, zigzag
"The Zodiac at Zero Hour"
"GIVE IT TO ME! MINE... MORE... MUST HAVE IT... MUST HAVE MORE..."
The shrill tones railed in her ears as she watched her parents' bodies crumble... and then it was over.
Zayra tore away from Kaidan.
"What have you done?" She rasped. "What did you do to me?"
Kaidan looked only slightly less stunned than she was. "Your memories—" he stammered.
"No!" Zayra shrieked. "Those weren't mine! It cannot be! You did this to me!" She felt the urge climbing within her; every impulse screamed to get away from Kaidan and his strange visions, to get away from them all.
She ran now, through archways and down halls, to the farthest reach of the palace grounds. When she finally stopped, she stood at the edge of a large expanse of empty, unkempt cages, of all different sizes. A dilapidated sign overhead displayed the name "ZOO" in stylized lettering.
Her knees buckled and she sank to the ground, sobbing, as the grey ash from Javira's flaming tree roots rained down. Let it burn, let the whole castle burn! Her entire life had been manipulated by powerful beings from the very start. She didn't belong here—Zayra began to wonder if she really belonged anywhere at all.
Back in the courtyard, Beren saw Zayra dash away as Javira joined the fight against Damaris the Phoenix, under the influence of Troy.
"Beren?" Azelie's voice called to him. "Are you safe? Where are you?"
"I am safe!" He thought in reply. "I am shielded at the far end of the courtyard. No one has found me yet."
"The castle stands empty, young king," she said. "Jade would appreciate being restored again, if you can find the chance."
Beren surveyed the fight in the courtyard. Erlis was hard-pressed to keep Damaris at bay, and without Zayra to enthrall her, Denahlia was back to her mercenary habits, seeing and reacting in astonishing ways to the attacks mounted against her. It was all Javira could do to keep her contained with tree roots. Meanwhile Edri attempted to mobilize what remained of the castle garrison to take down the phoenix, at the same time Velora the wolf worried the unprepared troops with her targeted, stealthy attacks.
"I don't think I can find a way," he thought to Azelie.
A moment later, the drawbridge tumbled down, and although Damaris sent a fireball at it, a lone figure zipped through the flames on horseback: Sir Justin, the faithful captain. He sent a few soldiers flying, and he looked around until he met Beren's gaze. Touching his forehead in respect, he gestured toward the castle doors.
"Here I come!" Beren thought as he ducked his head and charged for the doorway.
A fireball zinged over his head, singing part of his tunic and smashing into the wall beside him, but Beren raised his hands and enveloped himself in a sphere of water. The ambient flames struck the water and hissed, creating a cloud of vapor surrounding him and obscuring his vision so that as he approached the castle doors, his boot caught on something and he stumbled.
He recognized the midnight-blue jacket and the tousled, dark hair. He forgot all about getting to the throne room as he reached toward his brother.
"Jaran!" His brother's face was as grey as the stones, and Beren couldn't feel breath coming from his nose and mouth.
Azelie's voice slipped into his mind. "Beren, you can do nothing for him, especially if you are dead."
"Get to the throne, your highness." She didn't plead or berate him, she only entreated him calmly.
Beren still didn't move, but just then, a thin, creaking tree root slithered out of the half-open doorway. With sinuous movement, it wound around Jaran's chest and pulled him closer to the protective arches, so that no stray ballistics might strike him.
Beren entered the castle and made straight for the throne room. The inside was still dark and covered with soot, but a small orb of golden light, plus a flaming blue ball illuminated the strange group. White marble lines among the soot described the boundaries of some design. He didn't recognize the girl who held the bluefire, but he didn't doubt that this might be Erlis' healer friend. Next to her stood Javira, who had sent the root to pull Jaran. She stood stiffly next to the king she had tried to depose not long ago.
He met the redhead's gaze. "Thank you for helping my brother," he said.
"We have a common enemy," she whispered quietly.
In the center of the design, Jade's keen fairy-voice jingled.
"The Zodiac is almost complete. We need but one more element, and I need to be my normal size."
"What is the Zodiac?" Beren asked, but just then, a body hurtled through the door and a rough voice hollered. "I'm here! Has he claimed the throne yet?"
Beren glanced at the bluefire woman, who nodded to him. "You must claim the throne so that Jade can be an angel again and complete the circle."
He huffed. "Yes, because it went so well the last—"
"BEREN!" Jade clanged right in his ear.
"Fine! I AM BEREN, SON OF BALWYN, RIGHTFUL HEIR TO THE THRONE OF THE REALM!"
A brilliant flash of light exploded in their midst, and for a moment, Beren could see the faces of the three individuals standing in their respective places around him, and two large angel wings unfolded from the pillar of light as Jade resumed her normal size.
Beren heard Justin swear beside him. "Zounds! I still can't believe such beings exist," he muttered, as Jade took her place at the last remaining symbol.
She didn't take it immediately, standing just outside it as she explained. "This is the Zodiac of the Realm," she pointed to each of them. "Lizeth is Fire, Javira is Earth, Justin is Air, I am Spirit, and Beren, you are Water. Most of you know me as an Abnormal—my own Realm is far different from this one. It is called Justicia, and it is ruled by Juros, the Lord of the Abnormals, immortal beings who are either Angels like me—"
"Or Shadows like Troy?" Lizeth guessed, but Jade shook her head.
"No, not like Troy. There isn't much difference between a Shadow and an Angel except in the way they move and the role they play in distributing Gifts around the Realm."
Justin lifted his head. "Like when you gave me my Gift?" He suggested.
Jade nodded. "Angels give Gifts, Shadows amplify or subdue the Gift based on the strength of the person, and the amount of challenge they need."
"So what happened?" Javira asked. "What makes Troy so dangerous? How did he become so much more Shadow than corporeal?"
Jade hesitated. "It is a long story, one that we do not have time to tell. But I will say this: Troy did not believe in the purpose Juros set for him, and for his rebellion, Juros sentenced his corporeal body to be separate from his ethereal body, until he could prove himself more responsible with his power. Instead, he has used his power to bring about the impending destruction of the Realm, so the only way to stop him would be to bring the cage with his body down to this Realm, and try to reunite the two."
Beren tilted his head. "Hang on, so why do we need the Zodiac? If this other Realm is your home, why can't you go there and get it yourself?"
Jade hung her head, retreating further from the circle. She hugged her arms and her wings close to her body.
"It began in Zapheira," she said softly.
Justin and Javira looked at each other blankly, but Beren squinted.
"That name sounds familiar..." he mused. "Where have I heard it?"
Lizeth stared at Jade with wide, stricken eyes as she explained to him, "Zapheira was your father's most ignoble campaign in the whole of his rule... and also his last."
Jade nodded. "It was supposed to be the defining moment, when the Gifted would be revealed and King Balwyn would have been able to implement his plans to integrate them into society as contributing individuals. But Troy—" the Angel caught herself. "I was foolish. I had previously Gifted some people outside the Realm who should not have received Gifts."
"You were the one?" Lizeth's bluefire blazed hotter. "You Gifted the soldiers in the other army who then turned their abilities against us? Because of you, the Gifted were forever regarded with animosity, and thousands of innocent villagers died—"
"I know!" Jade burst out. "Troy was the one to convince these Gifted Outsiders to empower the Realm's enemies, as retaliation for what I had done, but it was my fault to begin with. I had placed the leverage squarely in his hands; if I had not Gifted them, Troy would not have been able to alter their Gifts. Juros wanted to imprison me because of it, but Troy used an ability he picked up as a Full Shadow to help me escape—by turning me into a fairy—and said that if I could somehow manage to undo what he had done in tearing the Realm apart, by bringing the rightful heir back to the throne, it might prove to Juros that I could still be an effective Angel."
"But wait," Javira toyed with a root as she considered the tale. "Wouldn't the fact that you escaped cast suspicion on your motives?"
Jade nodded, stepping back to the very edge. "Hence the need for the Zodiac to open the way to Justicia. I have been cut off from there ever since my return, trapped in this Realm with the Shadow half of my brother until I could find individuals with the right Gifts to unlock the gateway once more." She gazed at the four faces around her. "Are we ready and willing to do whatever it takes to stop Troy once and for all and preserve the stability of the Realm?" She held out her hands to Lizeth and Justin on either side of her.
They joined hands, all five, and as soon as they connected, the design on the floor glowed brightly, and the floor began to warp and change. As they watched, a thread of light materialized in the air among them, and gradually it lengthened and widened until it parted just a sliver. Beren could see the merest glimpse of glowing clouds through it.
Jade used the tip of her wing to catch up a thread of light from the design on the floor. Easing it to her hand, she gestured for Justin to shift his grip to the thread, and on the other side, she directed Lizeth to do the same. The circle remained unbroken, with Jade now holding an ever-stretching length of gleaming thread still anchored to Lizeth and Justin.
"Don't let go, or the portal will close," she cautioned. "I need to fly through it and bring Troy's cage out. Keep hold!"
The two of them nodded, and Jade stepped through the sliver of light and vanished.
Outside the castle, the battle still raged. They heard shouting and screeching and roaring, and the ground shook with each explosion, but each felt as if their feet were fastened firmly to the floor. They couldn't leave if they wanted to. They needed to see this through.
At last, Jade emerged back into the castle, carrying something large with her she set it to the side and nodded to the friends in the circle, dropping the thread as she did so. The light died immediately, and the portal closed.
The four friends gathered around the cage, peering intently at the still form illuminated by the soft glow of Jade's wings, as well as Lizeth's bluefire.
"Well," Justin mused. "It does sort of look like him."
"This is Troy," Jade confirmed. "We need to get his Shadow form back into his body."
"But how are we going to do that?" Javira wondered.
Jade smiled. "It requires a zodiac of a different sort. We'll need more friends, that is certain."
Out in the courtyard, the battle raged.
"Come on, Firebird!" Troy urged Damaris. "Keep blasting, we'll get them! They can't hold us back forever!"
Damaris drooped; the sun had reached its zenith, and he was feeling the effects of that heat, beyond the heat he generated, himself.
Erlis made another pass, still placing her body between him and the castle, preventing Damaris from landing in the courtyard. The weapons from the soldiers below merely bounced off her scales or melted in the flames she blew.
Damaris knew she only pretended. Erlis was big and strong enough to take him down in a moment, with or without Troy.
Abruptly, the doors of the castle burst open, and four figures hopped out: Justin, pulling and throwing bodies and objects with a flick of his hand; Javira, sending her tree roots in multiple directions; the mystery woman with hands wreathed in blue flame, and last of all came Beren, looking revived and resplendent in his crown.
"Well!" Troy crowed. "It seems my sister succeeded in her part of the bargain! Too bad she isn't here to see how badly I am going to crush her ideals! Get the castle!" His shadow pulled on Damaris' head, and the Phoenix squawked as a jet of flame hissed toward the castle door.
>>>>>>>>>
Denahlia grunted and dodged as the soldiers persisted in associating her with the company of Outcasts. Gritting her teeth, she let the colorful vision find the chinks and cracks in their armor, then used the magnifier to aim her weapons right for those cracks. As she lined up her shot along the scope of her gun, she didn't notice the person standing next to her until the gun flew from her grasp, leaving her squinting at her empty hands. She glanced to the side.
"What?" She snarled at Justin.
He waved a hand and turned the guns of every soldier away from her. "You're needed in the castle."
The fuchsia-haired Hunter laughed bitterly and drew her knives from her belt. "Nobody needs me; I do what I want. Get out of my way!"
The ground dropped away from her feet, and she couldn't move as Justin aimed his power at her. "Sure, you think you can do as you please now; but if Troy wins, how long do you think that kind of freedom will last?"
Denahlia glared; she knew what Troy wanted. He had almost convinced her to work alongside him to make it happen.
"He is a maniac who uses others to get what he wants."
"And if you don't stop him," Justin replied. "He'll just keep using you."
"Lizeth thinks there is a way," Denahlia said. "Something about touching the untouchable."
"Oh, I think you'll find Troy is very touchable right now."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Denahlia snapped at him, sending a few bullets zinging toward the soldiers. Two down, sixty more to go.
"Head into the throne room," Justin coaxed her. "You'll see."
Denahlia groaned, but Justin had already parted the sea of bodies between her and the castle, so what other choice did she have?
"This better be worth it," she growled as she darted for the castle door.
Lizeth blasted aside two soldiers as she made for the east colonnade. She could see a few more, engaged with a figure she couldn't quite see.
"Hey!" Lizeth yelled, tossing a bright globe toward them.
The soldiers turned, and the brilliant blue light was the last thing they saw.
Lizeth nodded with mild satisfaction as the men collapsed. "Bunch of ninepins," She gloated.
The figure, a lean, white-haired woman in a long blue dress, gazed at her in surprise. "Bluefire..." she gasped. "You were the woman I saw!"
Lizeth frowned. "Who?"
The woman's eyes widened in terror and she screamed, "Look out!"
At the same time, a vicious growl erupted from behind Lizeth. She turned around very slowly.
A wolf snarled savagely at them. But not just any wolf.
"Velora?" The woman muttered.
Lizeth dared to glance at her. "Velora—that's her name?"
The woman shrugged. "Yes; mine's Aurelle, by the way."
"Lizeth." There wasn't too much time for introductions, but it was nice to know who she was talking to. "If that's Velora, then I guess I need to speak with her."
Aurelle turned her head to regard this stranger. "You can't really do that when she's a wolf."
"I know," the former medic responded, letting the bluefire surround her palm. "And she knows it too, or this would be a lot more dangerous." Slowly, she advanced toward the hostile wolf.
Velora spread her paws, sustaining her growl, but she did not strike as Lizeth inched closer and closer. Carefully, she reached out her hand to just barely brush the top of Velora's head. The growling ceased, and Lizeth felt the wolf nudge her head perfectly into her palm. She heard Aurelle gasp as the thin wisps of bluefire seemed to split the wolf's fur down the back like a zipper, spreading down the sides and leaving behind clothing and human skin. When it reached the soles of her boots, Velora stood on her own two feet with a gasp.
"Thank you," she whispered to Lizeth.
"There is no time," Lizeth replied. "You must go to the throne room at once; Jade is there, she will explain everything."
Aurelle brightened at the name. "Jade? Then Beren's claimed the throne again, she's an Angel once more!"
Lizeth nodded as Velora stalked away. "She is, but Troy is still a threat. We are working on a way to stop him, but for that, she needs certain people."
"People like whom?" Aurelle's excitement burst out of her hands in the form of tiny blue butterflies. "It depends on their Gift—I'm assuming yours is illusions?"
Aurelle nodded, waving her hand and creating a replica of Lizeth's face in the air. "Yes, it is."
Lizeth shook her head. "You might be able to—except, I think it more has to do with ones who have been directly affected by Troy. He didn't happen to directly alter your Gift at all, did he?"
Aurelle shook her head. "Directly? No; but some of the others..."
"Denahlia's already inside," Lizeth confirmed, "and Javira promised to get her brother. I don't know of anyone else except—"
A powerful roar interrupted the two women. Aurelle peeked out from under the arch. "Erlis!" She cried. "She's been hurt!"
Lizeth set her face grimly. "I can get to her; my Gift will protect me from the Phoenix. You just figure out a way to keep him from landing on the castle!"
Aurelle grinned. "I know just the thing!" She turned and dashed up the staircase behind her as Lizeth dashed back into the courtyard, toward the giant red dragon.
>>>>>>>>>>>
Javira couldn't find her brother in the fight, so she reached out with her empathy.
"Kaidan, where are you?"
"Javira!" She felt his voice rather than heard it. "Come this way!" She sensed the direction he indicated and followed his lead.
Around the far side of the castle were the stables. Javira almost sighed with relief when Kaidan beckoned to her from the shadows.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Kaidan shrugged, his lips pursing in a frown. "My Gift isn't exactly useful in a battle, Sister."
A smile played about her lips. "It might be more useful than you think," she mused.
Kaidan peered at her. "How? I haven't seen Zayra since I restored her memories; what more can I do to return us to Troy's favor?"
Javira blinked. Of course Kaidan didn't know what had passed in the castle.
"Kaidan, listen to me: Troy is our enemy."
He all but scowled at her. "How dare you say such a thing! Troy is our best chance at regaining the throne and the crown—"
"Beren has already claimed his inheritance," Javira informed him. "It is not ours to take."
Kaidan glared at his sister. "Who are you and what have you done with my sister Javira?"
"Kaidan, I asked you to listen!" Javira's agitation became plain as tree roots curled between the stones in the floor. "Troy has been lying to us the whole time. Jade told me the truth—"
"Jade? Who is Jade?"
"Troy's Sister he spoke of, don't you remember? The Angel?" Javira took her brother's hand. "Troy wants to destroy the Realm. He only knows chaos and disorder. He would never allow us to reign, no matter what promises he makes to convince us to let him take charge. We would always be under his control—"
Kaidan pulled away from Javira, even as their empathetic bond confirmed how ardently she believed what she was saying. "Isn't this exactly what I have been saying all along, Javira?" He mumbled, pacing away from her. "We can trust no one but ourselves."
"I trust Jade!" Javira staunchly declared. "I have seen the way Troy works, and I agree he must be stopped, and furthermore I am willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish that."
Kaidan wagged his head. "Even taking orders from a strange being we hardly even know?"
Javira sighed, toying with a lock of her deep-red hair. "We must face the reality that we are no longer going to be able to control the outcome of things," she admitted at last. "Life is no longer in our favor all the time—but we can deal with it normally, can't we?" She stepped forward. "Kaidan, please! If you trust nothing else… at least trust me?"
The young man sighed. "Very well," he admitted. "I trust you, Javira."
She smiled. "Excellent! Now I will return to the fight to keep Troy at bay, and you must go to the throne room; the others are there, and they need your help."
Kaidan stiffened. "What others?"
"Just go!" Javira waved him off, and stepped out from the stables with her hands splayed. Tree roots thrashed and grew, winding around unsuspecting victims and holding them tightly.
On the other side of the courtyard, Beren kept any renegade soldiers he found at bay with sprays of water from his hands.
"Azelie?" he thought.
"I am here, your Highness," she responded immediately.
"And where might that be?"
"I'm afraid to say," her response came after a pause. "Korsan is with me, and he cautions not to give away my location, in case Troy has any of his associates listening in."
The young king nodded. "That is wise counsel. Don't give away your position, but wherever you are, make your way down to the throne room. Jade needs our help."
"I will do whatever you ask, your Majesty."
Beren frowned as he returned his focus to the battle at hand. It seemed that most of the soldiers were overpowered or scattered. All that remained were those loyal to him, and everyone focused on keeping Troy and Damaris from landing anywhere. The Shadow didn't seem to mind, content with blasting the castle with fireballs and taunting them all from the air.
Suddenly, from the forest beside the castle, a second dragon arose, roaring furiously and zinging between the Phoenix and Erlis the Dragon. Beren watched Erlis land, as this dragon assumed the same motions and defensive flight patterns she had engaged in, zig-zagging to and fro, keeping Damaris at bay. He saw Lizeth dash forward, and with a touch of her bluefire, the dragon-scales melted right off and Erlis could be human again.
"Azelie?" he thought as he crouched in the darkness. "Where did this new dragon come from?"
"New dragon, sire? There isn't—" her voice cut off, and Beren saw something flicker over the dragon, a twist of the light or something. "Oh! I do believe our friends are engaging in a diversion!"
Beren glanced up as a burst of flame shot from the east Tower window. He smiled. "Tell Korsan and Aurelle thank you for me," he said.
"Oh my!" Troy crowed from Damaris' back. "Looks like I'm not making much headway at all!" he cackled and jerked the Phoenix into an alternating pattern, while the dragon defending the courtyard matched his movements exactly—almost as if reflecting Damaris like a mirror.
Troy scowled. "You won't be able to hide in there for long!" he shouted, waving over his shoulder. "Let's see how you fare against more of the UnGifted!"
Beren stiffened as the sounds of shouting and the heavy thuds of battering rams shook the portcullis gates.
"Azelie, what is it?"
The young Paragon's answer came faint and hesitant. "I fear Troy has used some of the undiscovered Gifted to recruit the villagers from all over the Realm. Please conceal yourself somewhere safe, King Beren! You will soon have a mob on your hands!"
"Tell Jade that whatever idea she has of stopping Troy, she had better do it now!"
He braced himself at the back of the courtyard as the massive gate at the entrance splintered, and a flood of angry people poured out into the courtyard of the White Castle.
This is the penultimate installment of the Clan of Outcasts series, and the final installment of the A to Z Challenge series. Stay tuned for the final installment, coming next week! Meanwhile, you can read most of the whole series by following the hyperlinked text, as well as the continuations that have occurred in this series, most notably Letter D and Letter J below!
Also in the A-to-Z Challenge Series: ( * Continuations of Suggestion Box installments)
-Letter A* ] [-Letter K* ] [-Letter T*
-Letter B* ] [-Letter L* ] [-Letter U
-Letter C ] [-Letter M ] [-Letter V
-Letter D ] [-Letter N* ] [-Letter W
-Letter E ] [-Letter O ] [-Letter X
-Letter F ] [-Letter P ] [-Letter Y
-Letter G ] [-Letter Q* ] [-Letter Z
-Letter H ] [-Letter R
-Letter I* ] [-Letter S*
-Letter J (Part 1) and (Part 2)
Posted by Leslie C at 12:33 PM
Labels: Blog Roll, Characters, Clan of Outcasts, Current Projects, Fantasy, Flash Fiction, Medieval, Serial Saturday, Suggestion Box, Unfinished Business, World-Building
Reader's Review: "All's Fair" by Jeffrey Cook and Katherine Perkins
Late December is a magical time of year. Magical enough for the forces of the Fomoire to truly begin their conquest. Many people travel and consider new things during a gap year before college. Megan of the Unseelie, all of 18 now, is spending hers hurrying between realms and trying to figure how to stop the Fomoire from running rampant over all worlds when the Winter Solstice arrives. Now Megan must rally her friends and allies one more time in a last, desperate mission. Especially because some on both sides say all those worlds are doomed.
It's a bittersweet feeling to come to the end of a series that has been absolutely beautiful all the way through, and you have to say goodbye to characters you've grown to care about SO MUCH. There are a handful of series from different authors that gave me such a relaxed, pleasant sort of satisfaction by the end of it... In the case of Jefferey Cook, it's happened every time so far. He's an author that has never let me down once, in all his books I've read.
One of the most difficult things to maintain in a series is continuity, not only of the plot itself, but also a realistic sense of the passage of time, and the development of the characters. Cook absolutely nails it; Megan of "All's Fair" is vastly different from the Megan of the first book, "Foul is Fair." I literally feel like I've spent two years with these characters (which, since my first acquaintance with the series came approximately two years ago, I literally have!), watching them grow and mature--and with this, the last book, comes the end result of that, and what a result it is!
The stakes are higher than they ever have been before, Megan has to call on skills and depths of diplomacy that would never have been possible for her sixteen-year-old, over-medicated self. Yet she handles it all with the grace and ease of one who has found her place in the world--in two worlds, to be precise.
This rousing adventure delivered on every level. All the questions, the mysteries, the motivations, the conundrums--everything converges in this one last "hurrah", and the conflicts, battles, peril, and plot twists are handled with the finesse and care of a Master Storyteller.
I love the special sort of magic Cook has brought into the real world with this series. I guarantee that anybody who has read the books (myself included) will not be able to visit the Aurora Bridge without referring to the famous Troll as Finn; will not be able to see a Painted Lady Butterfly without thinking of Ashling and her adorable sense of self-image; will forever think of The Ballroom whenever the seasons change--and will never forget the marvelous characters who become the imaginary friends of anyone who reads them.
Needless to say, ALL'S FAIR definitely earns every inch of a *****5 STAR***** rating, and of course I'm going to add the Upstream Writer Certified DEFINITELY RECOMMENDED endorsement. If you're a lover of fantasy worlds, fairies, magic, and you're looking for something new, look no further than THE FAIR FOLK CHRONICLES and I promise you will love them as much as I do!
Further Reading: (Superb Urban Fantasy/Magical/Enthralling/Adventure)
Dawn of Steam Trilogy--Jeffrey Cook
-First Light
-Gods of The Sun
-Rising Suns
Spirit Knights--Lee French
-Girls Can't Be Knights
-Backyard Dragons
Talented Series--Amy Hopkins
-Dream Stalker
-Barrow Fiend
-The Seventh Crow--Sherry D. Ramsey
The PSS Chronicles--Ripley Patton
-Ghost Hand
-Ghost Hold
-Ghost Heart
-Ghost Hope
Labels: Books, Characters, Fantasy, Nerdy, Reviews, Upstream Writer
Serial Saturday: "The Suggestion Box, Vol. 4: A to Z Challenge" Letter Y
-Yssandra, Yordie, Ylaine
-Yestermoon
-Yellowtown
-Yeoman, yell, young, you, yet, yarrow, yellow, yank, yore, yearn
"Yet You Are Young"
On and on the narwhal swam, dragging Yssandra with him. Sometimes he would twist and roll, even going so far as to breach the surface of the water in an attempt to shake off the net that bound them together, but no matter how much he tried, all efforts failed. Finally, the creature slowed as weariness overtook him. Yssandra took the opportunity to reach for the coral blade that she carried tucked in her hair. Working swiftly, she used it to slice the strands wrapped around her tail. The rough rope had bitten deep into her scales. She would need to swim with her arms and rest before she could use her tail properly again. As she freed her arm, bleeding from the wound inflicted on her by the frightened human, the narwhal flinched, and the movement yanked her head to one side. Her hair was still tangled in the net! She could see the agitation building in the poor creature; Yssandra could see but one option to gain the freedom they both yearned for. She reached up and hastily sliced away at her long, silky hair. As the last bit released, the narwhal gave one more angry thrash, and its tail smacked into Yssandra, sending her zipping through the water. The wounds she sustained overwhelmed her senses, and her vision faded into darkness, as the current pulled her along with itself.
Stiff dryness arrested her body's movement as Yssandra regained consciousness. She felt heavy, and breathless, as if she no longer floated in water. Fighting to open her eyelids, she discovered that this was indeed true: the current had washed her up onto a sandy beach, far away from the kingdom she called home. She couldn't breathe in the open air of the surface, and the tide had just gone out. She would die before it returned again to flood her gills with the breath she needed. Dark blood dribbled from more than just her arm; she could feel the pain lancing through her side as well.
Just then, a jaunty, sustained shriek pierced her hearing. Yssandra cringed as a furious grinding, thundering clatter assaulted her tympani, but she could not resist. The clattering stopped, and so did the musical shrieking.
"'allo?" called a voice. "Who goes there? Are you all right?"
Yssandra couldn't move; her dry gills crackled in the brisk air. How badly she wanted to yell to this human, to petition him for help! But the most she could manage was a weak flail of her good arm.
"Saints and deacons! It's alive!"
She heard the scraping sound of the sand as the human dashed toward her. "Hang on, hang on—My, aren't you a beautiful creature!" the lean, earnest face peering at her full of wonderment surveyed the scaled, tailed woman with all the astonishment Yssandra had felt upon seeing a two-legged human for the first time. They looked like mermaid-sized fairies, she thought.
The human crouched at her side, feeling the scales along her shoulders with gentle fingers, and frowning at the feebly-pulsing gills on her face.
"Is you a fish, or is you a woman?" he whispered. "You don't look much like the sort to breathe air." He nodded. "It's water you'll be needing, and then herbs for your wounds. Let me see…" He turned aside, and Yssandra could hear a deep, thudding noise, then the wholesome, welcome sloshing sound. The human raised a bucket in his arms, and when he tipped it over, a cascade of water poured out over her body. Ylaine gasped when the water struck her gills, and she gulped as much as she could for the gills lining her throat. She pressed her lips over the mouthful of water. She could breathe for a few minutes, with the water she'd saved.
The human dashed aside, returning with a handful of stalks topped with small yellow blooms.
"'Tis yarrow," he muttered to the poor victim. "It can staunch the bleeding summat." He tore the blossoms from their stems and pressed them against the gaping wounds. Tearing strips of cloth from the hem of his own tunic, the young human wrapped them around her arm and tied it around her torso, holding the yarrow against the wounds. He gave her another piece, saturated in water, to hold against her gills to keep them moist.
Yssandra sank gratefully into the pool as the human released his grip. He watched her flail limply with one arm, careful to keep her wounded arm and tail still and steady. Now that she was submerged, she could pay attention to his voice.
"Well, Yordie—you've gotten yourself into a right old mess! Who'd have thought mermaids were real, and that a simple yeoman could have the care of one, right here in Yellowtown?" He stood up and glanced over his shoulder. Yssandra came to the surface as he took a step back.
"You'll be doing well enough in there, I reckon," Yordie declared. "I must be getting back to my home—"
Yssandra reached out of the water and placed a webbed hand over his boot. Yordie shook his head. "I'll be back again soon, if I can. You'll be needing food and whatnot. Beats me what a mermaid eats though!" He rubbed the top of his head, just where the brim of his hat rubbed the skin. "'Tis passing strange; all the tales I've heard of merfolk happened so long ago in days of yore, I had always imagined them to be these haggard, ancient folk…" He met her gaze. "And yet… you are so young, and—" He ceased speaking as she stared into his eyes.
Finally, Yordie shook himself. "I must be getting off—"
"Yssandra." She spoke as clearly as she could, holding her mouth underwater so she could enunciate.
Yordie turned back to her and blinked. "Wot's 'at? Sandra—'at's yer name? A pleasure to meet ye, then! I am Yordie, a yeoman of Yellowtown." He plucked the hat off his head and gave a sweeping bow. "I shall visit ye tomorrow, Sandra."
Finally alone, as the night blanketed the world, Yssandra tried to settle into the water, but it didn't feel right without the moon shining down through the surface. She closed her eyes and placed a hand over the golden scallop shell hanging around her neck. How she missed her husband Davor, and her little daughter, Ylaine! Was it only yestermoon that she had cradled the merbaby in her arms, watching those round aquamarine eyes drink in every detail of the world around her? Was it worth leaving her daughter, this exploration trip that ended up taking her so far away from the world she once knew, and the merfolk she loved? Yssandra relaxed and let the water suspend her in slumber. She would need her strength for whatever awaited her on the morrow.
This story is the third tie-in for my novella "Princess of Undersea." Follow the hyperlinked text to find more tie-in stories, links to author and character interviews, and more!
Labels: Blog Roll, Books, Characters, Fantasy, Finished Works, Mermaids, Princess of Undersea, Serial Saturday, Suggestion Box, World-Building
WIP Wednesday: What's Coming Upstream?
This year has seen a lot of developments in my writing! From embarking on my first year as a published author, to really honing my craft by finishing more projects (such as "The Water-Man", and the 2 short stories I wrote for anthologies—one got pushed back to next year, but you can read "Arthur and The Egg" in the anthology titled DREAMTIME DRAGONS!) and participating in more interviews and blog hops to broaden my network and online presence—and that is what I've accomplished solely in the field of writing this year!
This year wasn't a banner year for the number of Reader's Reviews I was able to do—there were a few months when I only managed one review instead of two, so it's just over 20 total. But still! Whittling down my list, I finally got around to at least a handful of books I've had on my list since the beginning, and am only JUST getting to them, *four years later*—and I am so flipping excited to see how my TBR list is going to change in the next year!
As for how this year has gone for my published book, Princess of Undersea—not the best I've seen from other indie authors, I will admit. There may have been things I could and should have done differently that might have produced a stronger outcome—getting a Street Team and lining up confirmed reviews would be two things I've seen other authors do, that I didn't, so that is probably why I only got 5 reviews in this first year... but I am not discouraged yet! I am still keeping my promise, saving that ULTIMATE tie-in short story and keeping track of the characters named after my reviewers... there is still room for 5 more names! If you're one who's read it already and hasn't yet gone to Amazon, please take a moment to do so! As a reviewer myself, I know how forgetful I can be sometimes... but the authors I've reviewed have always been gracious, for which I am profoundly grateful.
As for the still-unfinished projects from the beginning of the year... what of them?
The Amazon Triangle: With 3-5 chapters remaining, I am going to do my almighty best to finish it off in the next two weeks. There's still so much more action to come, it feels like every time I get halfway through my notes for a chapter, I have to subdivide and start the next chapter, so the number of "chapters remaining" doesn't seem to change! But it's coming along, and I'm not giving up. I will see what readers think of the ending on Wattpad, and let that "rest" for the time being. It will just feel so good to have it DONE after plugging away at it for so long!
The Clan of Outcasts: For those still following the story, I haven't abandoned it! You may have noticed when it would pop up again at least a couple times in the "A to Z Challenge" series, and wouldn't you know... There happens to BE a character with a name that starts with "Z" in it! (Guess who?) Yes, I will be finishing off TWO Serial Saturday series in just ONE post, and I hope you will find the ending most satisfactory!
As for 2018...
Potential cover... (Not the final cover image,
because it's not royalty-free, but something like it!)
Beginning in January, I will be "full steam ahead" on my next publication, the first book in a new series! It's a project I actually wrote a few years ago, my first full-length original fantasy novel I ever actually finished, THE LAST INKWEAVER! I started rewriting it in the month of November and got quite the running start, so I am excited to get the ball rolling on that, and this time around, use what I've learned from publishing Princess of Undersea to try and make this launch a little more successful than the last one! Here's hoping it won't take me another two years to finish it this time around...
As for Serial Saturdays... I've spent so long on doing various permutations of The Suggestion Box and trying to weave a complex story in The Clan of Outcasts that I wondered, as BOTH those series were coming to an end... what was I going to do on Saturdays????
Luckily, not long ago, this came across my Facebook news feed:
The minute I saw it, I knew I had my new series. I could only come up with a few details on the spot, with a LOT of assistance from other commenters... but one way or another, you all are getting the story!
I call it "PRISCILLA SUM" (a play on the Latin phrase "procella sum" which means "I am the storm") and it follows the mishaps and shenanigans of Priscilla, the adopted daughter of a hot-looking, rich, high-profile power couple... but what she doesn't know is that they are both deities! The wife is a wind goddess, and the husband is a storm god. Priscilla is majoring in archaeology and World History. Her house is full of ancient artifacts that her parents claim to have collected, but the truth is that they are the remnants of actual tributes and dedications that were once made to their god-forms, and some of them have actual magical properties still.
Now, just based on that information, who wants to suggest something that happens in the story? I have some ideas that I can use as a main plot, but I would love to treat this series like a "Suggestion Box" type deal, where you give me ideas, and I credit you when I use them in the story! Please suggest! It makes it so much more fun when I can plug things in! What kinds of struggles does Priscilla have? What friends? What experiences? What kinds of artifacts does she encounter? The more input I get, the longer I can make this series last!
Here's to lots more fun and games this year!! As always...
Labels: Books, Characters, Current Projects, Fantasy, Flash Fiction, Musing, Nerdy, Rambling, Short Story, Unfinished Business, Works-In-Progress Wednesday, World-Building, Writing
Serial Saturday: "The Suggestion Box, Vol. 4--A To Z Challenge" Letter X
-Xavier, Xander
-Xanadu
-X-Day
-Xystus, Xenial, Xenology, Xenologist, Xylophone, X-ray, xerographic, xylemic
"The Xenial Xenologist"
GOOD MORNING, SIR! HAPPY X-DAY!
The scrolling message slid across Xavier's blurred vision as he cracked his eyes open.
X-Day; the day his Uncle Cyrus was going to begin the process of handing over all the Presidential privileges and powers over the Peres Conglomerate. For the next few weeks, he had many supporters to visit, required social appearances they had apparently "bought" with their monetary "donations" to his "campaign," as the publicists claimed. He rolled out of bed and squinted at the day's schedule displayed in front of him. After a light breakfast, the lawyers would arrive, and he would undergo the process of legal transfers and exacting form-filling, initialing and signing xerographic forms that would be dispatched to every corner of the corporate land holdings, not just the corporate complex in what was once Reno, Nevada, but all the way to the Paristown, California residential unit, as well.
By midafternoon, Xavier was worn out and absolutely wanted nothing more than to rest in silence and bask in his newfound power, but his notifications informed him that lunch would be provided at the home of one of his largest contributors, and that most of the Board Of Directors would be there, too. He climbed reluctantly into the seat of his Peres X-series sedan and the navigation system activated automatically.
The mansion was enough to impress him. He could see why this man would not think much of spending millions on a relatively unknown person: the very stone of the castle-esque villa exuded money.
The X pulled to a stop in front of the wide stairway leading to the massive front door. Xavier stood as his host descended.
"Welcome," he said, "To Xanadu!"
Xavier Parisian felt like an actor in some ethereal, bizarre dream sequence as Xander Young led him into the inner courtyard, large enough to hold a full symphonic orchestra and an audience—come to think of it, the entire executive population of Peres itself! But there was no orchestra, just a small ensemble playing their outdated xylemic instruments to provide just the exact level of noise to blend over the hubbub of high-powered businessmen chatting amongst themselves.
Meanwhile, Xander still chatted away.
"It isn't often that I get to throw a party of this caliber, particularly for someone I barely know! But I do know Cyrus, and seeing that he is your uncle, I can naturally surmise that we can already commence our acquaintance on the same footing—"
The man's xenial chatter soothed Xavier's nerves somewhat, but he still could not take to the idea of actually becoming friends with this near-stranger. He tried to focus and listen, but the fact that Xander had built this palatial manor at the extreme edge of the city, and he apparently owned various nearby buildings, bothered him immensely because he hadn't the faintest idea what occupation could warrant this much money for real estate development.
He heard the word "human" and returned to what the man said.
"His name is Herman; you'll want to meet him later, I'm sure! You know who isn't here, though..." Xander's thin, hawkish head swiveled on his scrawny neck as he turned back and forth to scan the whole room.
"Who?" Xavier stammered, finally able to get a word out amid all the blather.
"Benedict Prince; goes by Daniel. Do you know him? He was Director Of Personnel Affairs under the Byblos company, and even when Cyrus took over and was firing everybody to replace them with his own team, he kept Daniel, because he liked him so much." Xander huffed. "Too bad he couldn't be here, but he's old, and not much into parties anymore, I guess."
Xavier glanced sidelong at Xander. "And what is it you do?" He asked at last.
Xander blinked. "Me? Oh, well, um, I am the head of the xenology department."
Xavier shook his head. "Xenology? What is that?"
Xander's eyes glinted. "Mind if I show you?" He gestured toward a door on the side of the room.
The newly-minted president of the most powerful corporation in the country meekly followed the excited stranger into the doorway. Xander walked straight through calmly, but he immediately turned around and held up his hand to stop Xavier.
"Hold, please," he stated.
Xavier stood in the midst of the thick threshold, and a humming noise made the hairs on his skin prickle. An ultraviolet light came from somewhere, and wherever it pointed at Xavier, he could see straight through his clothing, through his skin, all the way to his bones! He nearly threw himself out of the doorway, but Xander reminded him, "Please hold still!"
Xavier stood as still as he dared, until the light disappeared and the humming stopped.
"Just some minor security precautions I designed myself," Xander explained. "You may proceed."
Xavier entered the darkened room, lined with tables full of various chemical mediums, flashing computer screens filled with incomprehensible data, and multiple star charts and cosmic readouts visible across one entire wall.
He couldn't altogether see anything except Xander's white lab coat glowing under the blacklight, but he heard the scientist's voice echoing as if he stood in the middle of the spacious room. "Welcome to the Xenology Department!"
"This is it?" Xavier asked, gazing all around. "What exactly is xenology?"
"I can help," boomed a voice that seemed to come from the very walls of the incomprehensible space. "Xenology is the study of extraterrestrial species and culture and the possibility of establishing contact with alien races."
Xavier stiffened. "Aliens?"
The gaunt xenologist eagerly darted to the bank of star charts and telescopic readouts. "Yes! We've been searching for centuries, you know, but never before has technology advanced so far as it has now, so we are well equipped to now actually find something. For example, here—" he pressed a button, and a static-filled whooshing sound blared out of some hidden speakers.
Xavier reached up to cover his ears. "What in—"
"Shh! Listen!" Xander held up his hand. Amid the deafening crackle, some errant tones emerged, much closer to music than the other sounds. The scientist sidled toward Xavier with an expectant air. "Did you hear it?"
Xavier shook his head. "Hear what? Some of the frequencies mixed and produced an actual tone, is all."
"No, it's actual sonic frequencies from space!" Xander protested. "When I heard it, I wondered if there might not be a group of alien scientists seeking to contact life from their own planet. And here," he darted to another side of the room, "I've been trying to replicate the sequence of tones on this xylophone here," he raised a small mallet and struck the synthetic keys in roughly the same cosmic tune they had heard, "but so far, I haven't been able to figure out if it's received a reply. Perhaps one will arrive fifty years from now, when we're all dead—it would be easier to tell if I could pinpoint where the sound was coming from…"
A wave of dizziness washed over Xavier, and he swayed a bit as he pulled at his collar.
"Air!" he rasped. "I need air!"
Xander stopped talking. "Oh dear…" he muttered, taking his honored guest's arm and escorting him out the thick doorway. Once they were back out in the open, Xavier jerked away from the insane xenologist and dove for a portal at the back of the house, where he could see a lovely xystus thickly lined to give him some privacy. He darted down the path until he was far enough away that he couldn't even see the house. Pulling out his mobi, he connected with his secretary.
"Marcia."
"Take a memo: Cut funding for ALL xenology-related experiments immediately."
This scene is a tie-in for the cyberpunk dystopian novel "Focal Point", an adaptation of the story of Esther. To read more excerpts, look for this cover image on the page for "The ReBible Series" at the top of this page!
Labels: Blog Roll, Characters, Esther, Focal Point, Nerdy, ReBible, Sci-Fi, Scripture, Serial Saturday, Suggestion Box, World-Building
Reader's Review: "All's Fair" by Jeffrey Cook and ...
Serial Saturday: "The Suggestion Box, Vol. 4--A To...
Have Yourself A Bookish Little Christmas...


Loyola University School of Law, 2000, J.D.
University of New Orleans, 1997, B.A.
Magali Puente joined Frilot in 2016 in the firm's Mass Tort & Class Actions Practice Area. Practicing law for over 15 years, Ms. Puente began her career in general insurance defense litigation. Subsequently, she has concentrated her practice in the areas of toxic tort, environmental litigation, premise liability, and product liability.
A graduate of Loyola Law School, Magali was the recipient of the Loyola Honor Scholarship, served as a member of the Honor Board and worked as a Legal Research & Writing Teaching Assistant. In addition to Louisiana state courts, she has been admitted to practice in the United States District Court for the Eastern, Middle and Western Districts of Louisiana.


Getting hitched in Doncaster Racecourse and want the perfect sports car hire for your big day? Don't waste time trawling the net for the best deals - speak to the experts today!
At VIP Travel we offer our customers a choice of supercar hire across a range of packages, from budget-friendly choices to more extravagant options with all the bells and whistles. Want to find out more? Speak to our team about Sports Car Hire in Doncaster Racecourse today.
Self Drive Sports Car Hire in Doncaster Racecourse and UK Racecourses. Get a great deal for SuperCar Hire in Doncaster Racecourse. VIP Travel is the one of the leading supplier of Sports Car Hire in the Doncaster Racecourse area. A huge range of Self Drive Sports Car Hire services including Ferrari Hire, Lamborghini Hire, Porsche Hire, Aston Martin Hire, Bugatti Hire, Bentley Hire, Rolls Royce Hire, Hummer Hire, McLaren Hire, Mercedes Hire, Jaguar Hire, Audi Hire, Range Rover Hire and many more.


Despite many cleanup efforts, more than half of Americans -- particularly those in California -- are still exposed to potentially dangerous air pollution, according to the American Lung Association's annual report.
Los Angeles remains the nation's smoggiest city, followed by Bakersfield, Calif., says "State of the Air 2010." Of the 10 smoggiest metro areas, eight are in California. The two exceptions are Houston, Texas, and Charlotte, N.C. The report says smog or ozone can trigger coughing and asthma attacks.
In contrast, two of the five cities with the least smog are in North Dakota: Bismarck and Fargo. The other three: Brownsville, Texas; Couer d'Alene, Idaho, and Duluth, Minn.
The annual report also looks at particulate pollution -- or soot -- at short-term and year-round levels, based on Environmental Protection Agency data for 2006, 2007 and 2008.
How does your area rank? Just type your zip code into the report's website.
At least half of the 10 cities with the most soot are in California. The dirtiest, on the short-term scale, is Phoenix, followed by Bakersfield and Los Angeles. Year-round, Bakersfield has the most particle pollution, followed by Fresno, Calif., and Pittsburgh, Pa.
Much progress has been made in the last year, according to the report, which says 20 of the sootiest cities year-round improved their annual averages. Also, 14 of the 25 smoggiest cities made gains.
Still, it says, more that 175 million people or 58% of the U.S. population breathe potentially dangerous air.
"More needs to be done," said Mary H. Partridge, the national board chair of the American Lung Association , in releasing the report.
The short-term soot levels of seven of the dirtiest cities got worse in the last year. This list includes Phoenix, Provo, Utah, and five California cities: Bakersfield, Fresno-Madera, Visalia-Porterville, Modesto and Stockton.


A bit of rule is made by some students of rules linked to universities, but being accepted at their chosen university is only the first step, the first obstacle of the rule must be overcome on the way to the Bachelor's degree. Getting high scores on Saturday and convincing the university that AI should accept you is almost easy, compared to funding college education. Fortunately, there are many financial assistance opportunities outside of Sanaa, from student loans, loans to old orangutans, and consolidated loans. Student loans are a rule of the common rule. From this, but when some students receive information about their financial aid packages, they really do not know what rules they see, what else they are. To make things a little easier, here is a discussion of the basics of student loans.
Student loans, of course, student loans. In other words, the students are borrowers, not old orangutans or their guardians; The rule also means that students are responsible for paying the loans once they graduate. Student loans for the general picket rule are Stafford loans; the rules can be subsidized or non-subsidized. With the subsidized Stafford loan rules, the government generates interest on the loans while the students are enrolled in the schools. They also pay interest for a grace period of six months after graduation and during an official delay after graduation. Subsidized Stafford Loans are scholarships based on needs, which are awarded to students so that the bill of the law requires money to study. Conversely, the Stafford rule loans are not subsidized solely as student responsibility, because they are not based on needs. Students must pay their own interest, even when they go to college. However, delays can be made as long as students realize that Kwa still has to pay the interest rule to the principal.
There are also Perkins loans, rules are given to students' rules that show the extraordinary needs of Kwa financial assistance. The following is private loans for students. While Stafford Loans - subsidized Stafford rules and unsubsidized rule versions - and Perkins Loans, a student can potentially - by filling out the Free Application form for Federal Student Assistance, FAFSA does not offer private student loans. Private student loans are obtained through third parties and / or private lenders. As a result, they generally have a much higher interest rate than federal student loans, however, they can be saviors if the student financial assistance package is not enough to cover the educational and financial needs of the university.
In addition to all this, and sometimes including them, ADA is also a student loan for graduate students. The degree does not mean that the only rule the student has is the opportunity to receive student loans.
Just because there are many forms of financial assistance rules available to all students, it is very difficult to say what that is. Then, at the close, the student loans are applied to the students: the students request them, the students borrow them and the students return the payment when they have graduated or they can do it. Subsidized student loans and unsubsidized student loans, and private student loans without available numbers. The rule accepted by a student depends solely on his financial needs and the rules according to him are the fences according to the academic and financial needs.


I get to wear scarves every day again-which I love.
We've got one little guy decorating our flat so far.
And things are just overall feeling very holiday-ish in our hood.
Jon and I are picking up our Christmas tree tomorrow. Our first one! We're basically starting from scratch in the Sheets-Norris household. But it's kind of nice that way, isn't it?


text:
Arshad Warsi
Arshad Warsi's Wiki, Age, Height, Wife, Girlfriend, Family, Biography, Facts, Photos, Videos & More
Arshad Warsi is an Actor, Producer, Singer. Arshad Warsi was born on 19th April 1968 in Mumbai, Maharashtra, India and his real age is 52 years 5 months .
Current Age : 53 years, 9 months, 21 days
Arshad Warsi is Check out below to know more details about Arshad Warsi's wiki, biography, age, wife, girlfriends, affair, height, weight, caste, family and more.
Name Arshad Warsi
Real Name Arshad Warsi
Pet / Nick Name Not Such
Profession Actor, Producer, Singer
Origin Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
Age, Dob, Birthplace, zodiac, star sign
Date Of Birth (DOB) — 04/19/1968 (M/D/Y)
Birthplace Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
Star Sign (Nakshatra) Not Sure
Body Type Slim
Body Measurements Chest: 40 inches – Waist: 34 inches – Biceps: 14 inches
Zero Size N/A
Arshad Warsi's Height 5 feet 6 inches / 168 Centimeters
Weight 70 kg / 154.35 lbs
Father / Mother, Family Details
Arshad Warsi Father Late Ahmed Ali Khan (Musician, Singer, Poet)
Mother Name Not Known
No. Of. Brothers 1
No. Of. Sisters 1
Brother(s) Anwar Hussain (Stepbrother, Singer)
Sister(s) Asha Sachdev (Stepsister, Actress)
Education, Qualification
School Barnes School & Junior College, Deolali, Nashik district, Maharashtra (a boarding school)
College Did not attend
Arshad Warsi's Qualification 10th Standard
Other Education Notes Not Known
As a choreographer, Arshad choreographed the song Roop Ki Rani from the movie Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja (1993) starring Anil Kapoor and Sridevi. He also choreographed the musicals of Alyque Padamsee and Bharat Dabholkar.
Arshad hosted various TV shows such as Razzmatazz (2001), Karishma – The Miracles of Destiny (2003-2004), Sabse Favourite Kaun – Award Show (2004), and Bigg Boss 1 (2006).
Arshad made his debut as an actor in the 1996 Bollywood movie, Tere Mere Sapne, produced under Amitabh Bachchan's production company, A.B.C.L. He then appeared in movies like Betaabi (1997), Mere Do Anmol Ratan (1998), Hero Hindustani (1998), Hogi Pyaar Ki Jeet (1999), Trishakti (1999), Ghaath (2001), "Mujhe Meri Biwi Se Bachaao (2001) and Jaani Dushman: Ek Anokhi Kahani (2002). However, Arshad got his break, only in 2003, with the character of 'Circuit' in the movie, Munna Bhai M.B.B.S. starring Sanjay Dutt. Subsequently, he appeared in movies like Hulchul (2004), Maine Pyaar Kyun Kiya? (2005), Salaam Namaste (2005), Lage Raho Munna Bhai (2006), Golmaal: Fun Unlimited (2006), Dhamaal (2007), Krazzy 4 (2008), Golmaal Returns (2008), Ishqiya" (2010), Golmaal 3 (2010), Double Dhamaal (2011), Jolly LLB (2013), Dedh Ishqiya (2014), Guddu Rangeela (2015), and Golmaal Again (2017).
Honors, Awards
Best Actor (Comic Role) – Zee Cine Awards – Munna Bhai M.B.B.S. in 2004
Best Comedian Award – GIFA Awards – Hulchul in 2005
Best Performance (Comic Role) – Filmfare Awards – Lage Raho Munna Bhai in 2007
Best Supporting Actor – IIFA Awards – Lage Raho Munna Bhai in 2007
Best Actor in a Comic Role – Zee Cine Awards – Lage Raho Munna Bhai in 2007
Best Supporting Actor – Screen Awards – Lage Raho Munna Bhai in 2007
Best Anchor (Game/Quiz Show) – Indian Television Academy Award – 2007
Best Supporting Actor – Screen Awards – Ishqiya in 2011
Most Entertaining Actor in a Comedy Film (Male) – BIG Star Entertainment Awards – Jolly LLB in 2013
Best Performance in a Comic Role – IIFA Awards – Jolly LLB in 2014
Best Performance in a Comic Role – Apsara Film Producers Guild Awards – Jolly LLB in 2014
Author adminPosted on September 30, 2020 Categories Actors, Producer, Singer
Recently Added Bios
Aima Baig
Aranthangi Nisha
Pooja Makhija
Farina Azad
Punnagai Poo Gheetha
Ali Punjani
Padmaja Joshi
Sukrutha Nagaraju
Indraneil Varma
Teejay Arunasalam
Priyanka NK
Previous Previous post: Divyabharathi
Next Next post: Asha Bhosle
© 2020 Copyright: wikibion.in


text:
Your browser seems to be quite old. Please consider updating your browser to use this site.
Click on one of our Tony's for more info. This way, you'll know who you're speaking to on the phone, who designed our colourful wrappers and who came up with those heavenly flavour combinations (thanks Celine & Berend!).
Choco Smile Supervisor
That tendency to shorten words, that doesn't make Rosie a happy camper. 'Prezi' instead of 'presentation'? 'Vacay' instead of 'vacation'? 'Vocab' instead of 'vocabulary'? That kind of thing really winds her up. But Rosie's cool, as we know, so she holds her tongue and doesn't show. Lucky us.
Some people remember everything — obscure nursery rhymes, a striking little number you wore eight years ago.. Ingeborg's like that. It's great when you're lost in the urban jungle. (She used to be a girl scout.) But not so great if she has to write a Saint Nicholas day poem about you.
Budget Buddy
If we ever have a Tony's Talent Contest, Teun will win it hands down! Guitar in one hand, songs and jokes in the other. And both hands sweaty. Because being the funny one can be nerve-wracking. And that's no joke!
If you're standing next to our coffee machine on a Monday morning, you'll find that Arie always has the best stories about his weekend. Maybe he hiked through Amsterdam, sang karaoke in his local pub, got himself invited to an elaborate Indonesian meal.. Mine's a double espresso with a splash of milk, please!!
Fraülein Schoko
Do you know that joke about the German that tried to tell a joke? No? Nicole (born and bred in Germany) likes to make jokes about the idea Germans are a humourless people, thus making jokes about herself, and proving the opposite point at the same time. Get it? Wunderbar.
Spice Girl
Lists, lists, lists.. Eva loves 'em. Shopping lists, to do lists at work, lists for chores around the house. It's all about crossing off the lists, of course. Loooove it! Cross it through, done. Maybe a mother list for all other lists?
If you want to know about the birds and the bees, Maudi's the person to talk to. She's buzzy becoming a beekeeper. Really? Really! She's going to wear a veiled hat and wave a pipe around and talk to bees.. Words sweet like honey she whispers, bzz bzz..
Countess of Cocoa
No coffee for Nicola thanks. Guinness is more her thing. Not for drinking necessarily, but she will impress you with her expert skills. She can tell by the taste how old the kegs are, by the amount of foam if the temperature's right.. and that's just by holding the pint! Impressive, most impressive..
Cocoa Puff
Here's a trick: try and touch your elbow with your tongue. Hard, eh? Celia can do it. Hardly anyone can, but she does. Not necessary for survival in a David Attenborough kind of way, but a cool party trick nonetheless. You tried it, right? Bet you did. And, could you do it? Well, Celia can.
Marijntje
Gum, anyone? Don't bother offering any to Marijntje. She thinks there's nothing worse than talking to someone who's chewing, or seeing blobs of gum the pavement, or finding them stuck under a table.. Apart from that, life's a bowl of cherries.
Our man in America might not look that flexible, but when the music starts, his hips begin to sway and he fills the dance (or office) floor with the finest Latin moves. Mambo Americano!
Choconocular
Sophie grew up in Venlo and sometimes walked across the meadows to school on purpose. Maybe that's why she dreams about travelling across the US or opening a travel agency in Argentina with her brother. It's a good idea to keep a notebook next to your bed so you can make a note of your dreams.
Henk Jan
Chief Chocolate Officer
Henk Jan used to be a calendar model but he left all that behind when he got the chance to become Tony's Chief Chocolate Officer. He forged ahead with plans to make all chocolate 100% slave free chocolate and recruited lots of other Tony's to help.
Inspire to Actress
One thing you can wake Joke for in the middle of the night: night time wildlife sightings. Flying squirrels, leopards, owls.. They've woken her in the middle of the night, too: an elephant at an Indian tea plantation that wanted to break through to the kitchen area. But that's India – back home it's mostly moths, mosquitos and stray cats that intrude. While she's dreaming over India.
Choco Consolidator
Apart from being an expert bean counter, Paul is also very good at administering first aid. He even has a certificate to prove it! So we can all feel safe with Paul nearby. Especially at campsites, where he loves to hang out on weekends. Hi-ho, hi-ho, a camping we will go!
Choco Catalyst
We all have a secret desire. Heather's is an all-white bedroom with nothing in it but a big bed with white bedding. Call it perfectionism, call it utopian, but it guarantees a good night's sleep! Better watch out with that milk yoghurt passion fruit bar, Heather!
Chippensales
It's a good thing Tony's has a desk disco every six months, because Ruben's an expert at cracking word jokes all day long. Some might call them bad jokes, but that just shows that they don't appreciate what an art it is. Don't let them put you down, Ruben!
Golden Wrapper
Ever heard of the 'embarrassment piece'? Not surprising. It's the last piece of food on a joint plate. The last piece of cheese, the last piece of cake.. that gets divided and then divided again. Till the last, undividable bit. The embarrassment piece. Melissa just eats that. No shame.
Office Tornado
It's a Little known fact that Kisha is hooked on Manga. You know, Japanese comic books. If One Piece is no good, she moves on to the next. But be careful not to give her a Naruto because she'll stop answering the phone.
Cocoa Control
Bas goes looking for adventure. And he's always armed with a camera and an impressive array of camera accessories – lenses, tripods, you name it.. It's handy if you're climbing Machu Picchu or Kilimanjaro, or cage diving with Great White Sharks.. Say 'Cheese!'
Anne-Wil
Choco Co-Captain
As a self-proclaimed nerd Anne-Wil is true to her name in wilfully wanting to know how everything works. Everything? Yes, everything. So it comes as no surprise that she's allowed to fly a plane and that skydiving in a wind tunnel is the only thing left on her bucket list.
Head Over Wheels
If you visit Carlijn, be sure to take a machete because her house is full of flowers. When she grows up she wants an enormous wildflower garden, just like the one her grandmother used to have.
Choco Chanel
All Tony's have nicknames and Annabel has several: Bel, Bellie, Bells, Belleboos… Plain old Annabel is also fine. The fact that she has so many nicknames comes in handy when you need her, because she likes to daydream when no one's watching. Bella! Phone!
An ordered mind in a ordered.. house! Nothing to worry about, but Chiel likes things neat and tidy. TV remote, books, plates, and pens everything is put back in its place before going to bed. And of course, you can't work at your desk before your bed is made. Like we said: nothing to worry about.
Chocomatic Fanatic
It doesn't come up straight away when you have a coffee with Rick, but he knows how to survive an avalanche. How cool is that!? So everyone at Tony's wants to join Rick when he goes off-piste. Lucky dog, that Rick.
Diara
Impact Cheerleader
Ask Diara about her plans for the future and they all involve cake. What are you going to do this weekend? Cake. What do you want to be when you grow up? Cake. By which she means she wants to run a cake shop. In Ghana, if possible. Formidable!
King of Happiness
If you call Paul after office hours, odds are he's cooking meatballs and will invite you to join him. Not many people are as hospitable and eager to please as our Paulski. Another hard-boiled egg, anyone?
Quality Queen
Most people don't like being disturbed while they're sleeping, but Sylvia's in a league of her own. Her baby boy is the only exception; everyone else has to fear for their lives. She doesn't even wake up to swat mosquitoes. Hard core!
Choco Culture Vulture
Even though Chloé is the youngest of four and therefore, and we quote, 'a bit of a princess', she's not one to sit back and relax. Roll up those sleeves boyo! And we're not just talking about her brown-green detox drinks or her cauliflower risotto. Wow!
Wasken
Sales Wing Man
Seeing Wasken fish a football out of the Haarlemmervaart waterway with his feet is pretty impressive. But secretly, he's a bad loser. He pretends to forget the score, pulls shirts and says 'Hats off!' when the sun's shining.. Good thing he's such a sweetie in other respects!
Arjen is our resident DJ. He plays just about everything, from ska to pan pipe music. When we're not that keen on his selection, we let him know, but tactfully. Especially since he has a black belt in karate and can (so he claims) break a pile of wooden planks in half with one hand. At the office, he keeps himself pretty happy.
Bean to Bartender
With three daughters, Frans is Tony's ladies' man. He cheers at the pool, haggles over the price of green beans and can braid hair like nobody's business. But every once in while he goes off with his mates to watch a Belgian bicycle race. It's all about balance.
From Hoofddorp to South America.. Kirsten gets around. She also jogs criss-cross through the Westerpark in Amsterdam — for fun! Well, when you work in a chocolate factory you've got to do something!
She used to dream about performing in a girl's group, and she wrote raps for the high school paper, but if you'd ask her now, her favourite thing would be writing musical songs. With a lot of word jokes. We say: Beastie Girls.. the musical!
Choco Explorer
Since January 2013 Ivan has been fidgeting in his chair, two-stepping to lunch and saying 'Alaaf' (something like 'Cheers!') when he answers the phone. Ivan is proud to be a resident of Brabant and gets very excited about carnival! But, don't worry, he's just as merry in his everyday shirt as he is when he's got his costume on.
Chocolate Accelerator
Cutting in line is an art. Step by step, leaning forward, looking away a bit.. Marijn knows what it's all about. There we go, put the shopping bag in the way. Who's next?
Doc Ops
There aren't many as modest as our Barry, but we'd like to point out that he played futsal at an international level for years! Oh well, watching sport is also good fun – as long as it doesn't clash with Dora or Teletubbies.
Lord Chocolonely III
Dawdling, you gotta love that expression. Ben hates it, though. Not the expression, the act. Combination of long legs and impatience, probably. So walking up ahead on holiday, his son jogging behind on the way to school and 'flat tiring people' on the underground. Also a great expression.
When you're craving something really yummy, Sanne's your go-to girl. She's famous for her amazing cakes. When she's not in the kitchen, she goes running or travelling to faraway places, like Zanzibar. And when she's not hard at work, she's training for a race. Hup, two, three, four!
Ynzo
Choco Evangelist
What d'you call a white 40-year-old who likes to blast old-school hip hop? Ynzo! He even does a little dance. Not a C-walk or a B-walk, but a T-walk! Red and blue together. Peace out.
Livin' la Vida Choca
Did you know that Marieke once took a course in interior design? Her house is straight out of Homes and Gardens. A cute little designer chair here, a vase of wild flowers there, a well-chosen coffee table book.. But if you ever want to make Marieke happy with flowers, bear in mind that, while she loves all flowers, she's not that keen on yellow ones.
The Choconator
You wouldn't know it to look at him, but Frits hails from the suburbs, Nieuwegein to be precise. It probably accounts for his general knowledge: He's the one you want on your team next time you're competing in a pub quiz. And if it's a karaoke night, put on David Bowie. Rebel Rebel!
What if you said 'Yes' to everything all day? Michelle (usually a very responsible type) likes to think about this. Sleep in late? Yes. Miss appointments? Yes. Helicopter flight with a stranger? Yes! Do it, Michelle, we dare you!
Twerrel
If you go to one of Twerrel's parties, you won't find the things you'd expect to find at a Surinam party. Sushi, a Thai buffet, a gigantic pan of paella for 80 people.. Twerrel's got it covered. We're coming too next time, okay?
Impactus Prime
A man has to have power tools. Not necessarily to do anything with them. Just hold them now and again. Bzzzz bzzzz. It just so happens that Paul does use them: bike shed here, shelves on the wall there.. Fixing the dining table.. And then praying for something to break. Bzzzz bzzzz!
Friendly Field Worker
Nothing relaxes Henk like a good action movie. With big explosions and preferably a guitar-driven soundtrack. The Joker versus Voldemort when they're both having a midlife crisis. Lights out, cell phones off, the show's about to start!
Dorien
Ambassador of Awesomeness
There's not much you can do when you've got a song going round in your head. Especially when it happens all the time, like it does for Dorien. Michael Jackson's entire oeuvre.. a different song every day. Singing along loudly seems to help, but isn't always appreciated..
Silver Sparkle
Some call it crafts, others call it handiwork, Eveline calls it fröbelen. You know, doing your thing, making stuff! Pottery, fixing old furniture, going mad with the sewing machine. Maybe even a bee hotel on the balcony. What a great idea!
The Sourcerer
What's for dinner tonight? Something Joost likes to think about 'Cause choices, choices, people! He has a hard time in restaurants, because after a lot of consideration before ordering, he still regrets his choice in hindsight a lot of the time. By the way, did you know no one rivals his potato peeling skills? True story.
Chocateer
Ground Control to Major Tom..! Nicolay wants nothing more than go into space. His preferred destination is Mars, but anywhere in space will do. He won't be any trouble. Lift off!
Tony's Movement Maker
If you're you invited to Angela's it's probably OK to sit in the Formula 1 race chair, but you'll have to play a round of Grand Prix on the PlayStation. Angela is a huge Grand Prix fan, you see. Nothing gets her more excited than a 2 stopper with rain on Monaco, except perhaps her own Fiat 500 (nicknamed the Speedy Pea) – with some added horsepower, of course.
Sir Fixalot
Familiar with the saying 'Bleeker noise'? No? To be expected, it's the name Arno's friends gave his musical preference. That started out neatly with punk but grew more extreme – and more annoying. Crescendo was a self recorded CD with organ music, which spontaneously combusted with the last song. And that for someone that wanted to listen to ABBA when he was a kid!
Host of the Most
Ayahuasca. We had to look it up and then look at Chris with wonder. That's because it's a hallucinogenic brew from the Amazon. Something Chris would like to try once. Maybe because she can't choose from her 35+ tea collection (talk about too many choices), but probably it's just curiosity. Would you like a biscuit with that?
Kristel
Queen Dream Team
Always a scarf because yep: Kristel's always chilly. But! Nice and warm slippers are a no go, she always wears heels. Not too high (common), not too low (practical), preferably between 7 and 9 centimeters. It's a close call. And sure, sometimes she does wear sneakers. We're all human.
Wrap Paper Scissors
Diddle diddle di, Valerie tells you stories, you just wait and see! How to eat a boiled egg under the shower for example, or that you can easily use ordinary washing up liquid in a dish washer. And hold a foam party at the same time!
Ewoud
Tony's Turbo Boost
You can divide the world in people that open a bag of chips/crisps at the top, and people that open it at the bottom. The fact that there are people who do the latter is a mystery for Ewoud. Not to mention people that eat a biscuit the wrong way around! When we break up a bar of chocolate with Ewoud, we do it at the right side. Just to be sure.
The Supply Chain Machine
Lean thinks it's best to always look on the bright side of life. That includes the little things: playing Risk until the sun comes up, drinking beer in a bar (perhaps while passing around a bag of mini ginger snaps)… Yup, our pal Lean knows how to have fun.
Choco Socialite
Do you recognize this? Intending to shake someones hand but it turns into a high five? 4 clumsy kisses instead of 3? If the answer is yes, changes are you've met Amber. Love it. And another kiss coming your way.
Host of the East Coast
Melissa is proud of her Italian American background. And she'll tell you about it, loudly, in a strong New York accent. Her favourite subjects are family and good cooking. Italian, of course, cosa ne pensi?
Psst, wake up! Nea sometimes wakes her kids in the middle of the night so she can show them Mars or Jupiter. How cool is that!? Or to go sledging in fresh snow, or swim in a lake – the latter only in the summer of course.
Although she's a sneaker freak, there are a lot of hiking boots on Dena's Insta page. Head into the woods! Of Paris naturellement, parce qu'elle parle Français. A Scottish accent also beckons.. So many choices, aye.
Sales Tiger
You could say Vlora is caught between two countries (being French and living in Britain), but we think she combines the best of both. Drinking G&T in London and wine in Paris, going back every month to see her family but not eating escargots or cuisses de grenouilles.. La vie est belle.
Mr. Fix-IT
There is no greater joy for Tom than going to the movies. The good man sees all (yes, even chick flics), what sometimes leads to a nice surprise (Dumbo), and sometimes to disappointments (Venom). But it's not just about the movie, of course, but the entire experience. Bottle of Fanta, bag of cheese snacks, that moment when the lights go out.. Showtime!
Inspiration Activator
Mireille is the perfect candidate for candid camera. She wears her heart on her sleeve and will tell you exactly what you want to hear. Cut! In one take. That's a wrap!
Claire calls herself 'Buddhist light'. So no orange robes and week-long meditations at the foot of a mountain, but doing good and being nice to animals are a part of it for her. A fly is rescued from a glass of wine and placed carefully on dry land, and it's quite a gruesome spectacle when her friend tries to squash a moth or spider. Lightning reflexes. Namasté.
Sooper Trooper
Wombats. They rock. Irene thinks so, at least. She can't get enough of 'em. Did you know they're the only animal that can poop squares? And their bum is like a shield with which they can fight and protect their lairs? Irene can tell you all kind of fascinating facts about wombats, bless her. Even the word is great, isn't it? Wombat. Wom-bat.
Out-of-Homeboy
Don't you just hate it when people keep singing one line from a song over and over and over again? Even something by Marvin Gaye: "make me wanna holler, the way they do my life. Make me wanna holler, the way they do my life.." James is one of those people. He keeps forgetting the rest, and it annoys his girlfriend, which is sort of a bonus.
Sunshine Seller
Life is sweet. If you're Lisanne, anyway. She learned how to ride her bike when her mum asked her to buy a popsicle, and nowadays her cabinets are filled with gigantic candy canes, mega popsicles (bought and homemade) and enough cake decorations to fill up a store. Her grandfather was a baker, so.. it's genetic. Can't help it. Lovely.
Ops, I Did It Again
Going out with Pelina is great. Not only is she lovely company, she's also very well organised. In her bag you can find all the necessities of modern urban survival: water, umbrella, sunscreen, lip balm, plasters, scissors, a phone charger, chocolate of course.. She likes to be prepared, but there's always room for more stuff. Any room for a small horse?
Très Bon Bon
Maybe Ella is the only French person that likes Dutch culture. The direct way of communicating, the humour, the language, even Dutch cheese. But not a croissant, aie aie ça fait mal! Croissants are for in the morning, avec un café. But other than that: a big fan. Vraiment.
Chocotof
Do you want fries with that? Nah, I'd best not. But if someone else orders 'em, they're very attractive. Floor nicks 'em from your plate, when you're not looking. Even if you are, and bats those long eyelashes real innocent-like.. But if she orders them and you try and steal a few, you'd better duck! Make it 2, then.
International Bestseller
Good manners come naturally to Keith. Smile, be friendly, and 'please' and 'thank you' are the most important words in his vocabulary. Sure, it's also a British thing, but he thinks you should treat people the way you want to be treated. His Nan told him that. Not sure if she also was the one that taught him to send food back if it isn't tasty (because he does), but we think it was. Bless her.
Thecla
Marketing Magic Maker
Thecla, that's that blonde one, right? No, she was 2 weeks ago, but now she's brown. Or red. Or black. Since she was 17 her hair changes colour every 2, 3 months, in a magical way. Or is it to hide the grey hairs? No way, you don't wear the same colour clothing every day? There you go. Exactly.
Mister Plantastic
Not sure if he's actually born on a Sunday, but Wouter does consider himself a sunday's child. He finds the best appartment in town for the best price. The job he wants suddenly becomes available. By coincidence he happens to join the greatest sport club.. that kinda stuff. Maybe it's also because he forget the less nice things easily, but still. Lucky dog.
Quality Quarterback
Don't get us wrong, Marleen is not lazy. But, when a vase is in front of the tv, you can see through the flowers just fine you know. It's very efficient to always have a notepad at hand to update your to-do list. "Moving vase" for example. Check.
Lady GoGo
Who hasn't wanted to pet an Opossum? So soft and fluffy! Stray dogs and cats also deserve petting. The fact that she might get bitten doesn't bother Sanne. Everybody needs love! And sometimes a rabies shot.
Choco Midfielder
Don't you just hate it when the waiter clears your plate while you're still eating? So. Annoying. Being rushed when you're eating is a pain. If you feel the same way, you're in good company with Brittany. That, and if you want to drink wine straight from the bottle. Pop!
Miss Mash
If it all gets to be too much for Meredith, give her a broom or let her do the dishes. That's her favourite therapy. That, or a handful of chocolate-chip cookies. But keep a few for yourself, because she'll eat Every. Last. One.
It's not like Sabrina goes looking for competitions, the competitions find her! Grocery packs, a bike, clothes, a skiing trip for 8, a trip to Morocco, she wins all kinds of things. Well, she is very good in writing slogans, or maybe no one else enters. Also, a possibility.
Rollercoaster Poster Boy
Who doesn't know the three c's? Calmness, cleanliness and continuity. There not much for Quintin. More like: very impatient, mucky and easily bored. No, then the three b's! Yup: beer, bitterbal, barbecue.
Daddy Dinero
Look up the word 'sweet tooth' in the encyclopedia and there's a good chance a picture of Bart's next to it. Bag of liquorice, popcorn from the microwave, chocolate spread on the sandwich and syrup and powdered sugar on pancakes.. The dentist knows how to deal with the cavities man. Good thing you don't work at Tony's! Oh wait..
Choco Store Superman
Pascal is, according to himself, not very handy. So, of course his ultimate wish – building an iglo – is quite the challenge is. Fortunately, he likes a challenge. Stacking counter clockwise. Colour RAL9010. Go.
Ywe
The Podfather
When he was a kid, Ywe's dad gave him hell when he came home with flat tires on his bike. A quick short cut across the curb. His bike skills perfected during his paper route to tighten the record for the round. And now with his daughters in the cargo bike, 'faster faster daddy!'
Acrobatic Dynamic
Even though Bas regularly has a new gadget (at this moment a super cool retro PDA), you can't make him happier than playing an old fashioned game of Portal 2 on the PS3. Single player, 'cause those 12 year old kids put up too much of a fight. It has to be fun, right?
Lucky Penny
Our Naomi is a good laugh. And then we're talking mainly about her loud, infectious laughter. This makes her easy to find when going out. And when you're sitting next to her in a roller coaster, you don't even have room in your head to be scared by the drop. You can let yourself get distracted by her gorgeous, wavy hair.
Systematic Ecstatic
We won't dive into the many qualities of Dolly Parton, but she sure does remind Martijn of his old college in Tennessee. So it's probably not to support the Dutch soccer team when he wears orange, but for the football of the Tennessee Volunteers. Kick off in the middle of the night, Amsterdam time? No prob. Rocky Top, you'll always be home sweet home to me!
Choco Plan Fan
So annoying when keys do that: you know you put them in your coat pocket, but they're not there. Not again, Laura sighs. In the messy drawer? No. In your purse? No? Still in the door? Thankfully not. No, they're in your coat pocket, exactly where you looked before.
Dream Genie
Do you know those people, gentle and in the background, that when you start to do games suddenly become very fanatic and force themselves in the spotlight? Meet Jolien. She prefers fast, not too complicated games like Qwixx or Regenwormen but also old skool ones like Rummi or Yahtzee. Or Party &Co, or 30Seconds, man! So always make sure you're on her team.
Captain Co-Pack
It's not amnesia, it's just that Marloes her stuff isn't where it's supposed to be. ID cards, pin cards, public service cards (once applied for a new one twice in one week), keys.. Good thing the real important stuff (birthdays and names) are no problem.
become a serious friend
subtotal excl. VAT 00,00
shipping costs excl. VAT 00,00
total excl. VAT 00,00
total VAT 00,00
VAT (20%) 00,00 VAT low (6%) 00,00
total incl. VAT 00,00
You don't have any products in your shopping basket, click the chocoshop button to get started.


text:
Human Services : Food Banks, Food Pantries, and Food Distribution
Manna Food Center
Fighting Hunger & Feeding Hope in Montgomery County
9311 Gaither Road Gaithersburg, MD 20877
Mitchell Glassman
Jackie DeCarlo
Manna Food Center strives to eliminate hunger in Montgomery County through food distribution, nutrition, education, and advocacy. What we do is simple and essential. Manna Food Center fights hunger by collecting and distributing 4 million lbs. of food each year to needy individuals and families. Manna provides a 3-5 day supply of balanced food at a dozen distribution points in the County. We also share healthy Smart Sacks with the families of 2,400 elementary school children every Friday of the school year. We help our neighbors learn to shop on a budget with our grocery store tours, and regularly provide recipes and cooking demonstrations. We are at the center of local efforts to provide a safety net to the most vulnerable & build prosperity for the working poor struggling to make ends meet. Through Community Food Rescue we build the capacity of other agencies to feed more and waste less. 94 cents of every dollar donated goes to program expenses. Thank you for your support.
Manna's strategic vision is that "Our community is a place where all people, at all times, have access to safe, sufficient, nutritious food in order to lead fulfilling lives and contribute to making Montgomery County, Maryland a place where all live in dignity. " Manna is addressing the issue of hunger with new solutions that are centered on the participant's needs and assets, as well as driven by data analysis. We are developing community leadership by creating opportunities for those seeking food and those donating it to come together to build community. Manna is a leader on the Montgomery Co Food Council, which is working to significantly reduce local hunger by 2020. To achieve this we need to operate not only as a traditional food bank, but as a leader of innovative programs that move away from a "charity only" mindset. Through this evolution and expansion, we are committed to a sustainable business model that demonstrates the highest standards of nonprofit management.
Manna Food Center's 2017-2020 Strategic Plan (available on our website: www. mannafood. org) has 17 stated goals and an ambitious implementation plan. As the center of ending hunger in our county, Manna works with more than 200 social service nonprofit organizations who benefit from our efforts to rescue and redistribute food to those in need. These organizations use Manna as a referral source to their participants for food support, so they can focus resources on their core reform area such as housing, mental health, or other social service supports. We are reaching 20 prioritized under-served census tracts, with the help of carefully built community partnerships, such as sharing space with houses of worship. By serving at the center of effective and innovative programming, Manna is leading our community away from a scarcity mentality toward shared prosperity for all.
Manna is committed to responding to the hunger need as the face of food insecurity in Montgomery County continues to change. We have invested in state-of-the art technology to better evaluate our outputs and outcomes. We have a high rate of retention among our diverse staff and have built an organizational structure to cultivate a culture that is marked by dignity, hospitality, stewardship and prosperity. Just as important as making sure we maintain financial and human resources we must also ensure that these resources are being used in the right ways in the right places. We engage in professionally facilitated dialogue and conversations with program participants that surfaces needs, interests, and capacities related to building self-sufficiency and increased food security. To ensure we are delivering superior services we train staff on new technology as needed to complete their professional goals as well as using data to make the best decisions for operational efficiency.
Since our establishment 35 years ago, Manna has continued to serve the need across our county. Today we are reaching nearly 32,000 people that are experiencing hunger. We are utilizing technology based on a Salesforce platform that facilitates better evaluation of our programs by allowing us to see how much food is reaching every area of the county, especially our priority census tracks. We then compare that data against information provided by reputable sources such as USDA and Feeding America. This gives us a much more focused, targeted picture of food insecurity. Working closely with our community partners we can then facilitate a deeper dive into the overall scope and trends of the hunger problem in Montgomery County.
Manna is moving the needle on how our county views food insecurity by tackling hunger at its root causes and coming up with innovative solutions to help families keep food on the table. Annually we distribute approximately 3 million lbs of food at numerous distribution sites throughout the county. In the last few years we launched two Choice Pantries for participants to select their own items. Our Smart Sacks weekend bag program distributes sacks of nutritious food to nearly 3000 children at 58 schools to ensure children arrive at school ready to achieve. We offer nutrition education classes to the community, and ensure that the equivalent of 1. 3 million meals were served with rescued food through the Community Food Rescue network. Our overarching goal is a hunger free Montgomery County, and we are closer to fulfilling this mission every day through food distribution, education, and advocacy. Together we will reduce food insecurity and end chronic hunger in Montgomery County.
All data for Financial Performance Metrics calculations was provided by Manna Food Center on recent 990s filed with the IRS.
Manna Food Center (MD) 95.70 four stars
Worcester County Food Bank (MA) 94.47 four stars
Volunteers Enlisted to Assist People (MN) 86.74 three stars
Rock River Valley Pantry (IL) 86.57 three stars
Treasure Coast Food Bank (FL) 93.79 four stars
Fundraising Events $31,599
Government Grants $770,762
Program Service Revenue $0
Excess (or Deficit) for the year $255,154
Food Distribution $7,407,135 100.0%
Name in IRS Master File MANNA FOOD CENTER INC
NTEE Code K31
NTEE Classification Food Banks, Food Pantries
NTEE Type Food, Agriculture and Nutrition
Activities (400) Area development, redevelopment of renewal
(994) Described in section 170(b)1)(a)(vi) of the Code
(560) Supplying money, goods or services to the poor
Ruling Date July, 1983
$97,640 1.21% Jacqueline DeCarlo Chief Executive Officer
Shared Harvest Foodbank (OH) 86.64 three stars
Feeding the Gulf Coast (AL) 96.46 four stars
Southeast Missouri Food Bank (MO) 97.17 four stars
The Billings Food Bank (MT) 90.90 four stars
9311 Gaither Road
I want to donate to Manna Food Center


text:
Who is the youngest and oldest player to score in the UEFA Champions League ?
1 Comment on Who is the youngest and oldest player to score in the UEFA Champions League ?Posted in Champions League, Football News By Luca MadisonPosted on July 22, 2022 July 22, 2022
Who do you think is the youngest player to score in the Champions League ?
Ansu Fati is the youngest player to score in the Champions League. He was just 17 years 40 days when he scored for Barcelona against Inter Milan on 10/12/19. [ 10 December 2019 ]
17-year-old Ansu Fati makes history!
He scores against Inter to become the youngest-ever goalscorer in Champions League history 👏 (via @ESPNFC) pic.twitter.com/yvsCH2lbWA
— ESPN (@espn) December 10, 2019
Who do you think is the oldest player to score in the Champions League ?
Francesco Totti is the oldest player to score in the Champions League. He was 38 years 59 days when he scored for Roma against CSKA Moscow on 25/11/14. [ 25 November 2014 ]
Francesco Totti: The oldest scorer in #UCL history…
All-time favourite Roma No10? 💪#hashtag10 pic.twitter.com/WQliIos0Xu
— UEFA Champions League (@ChampionsLeague) August 23, 2017
Also Read: Champions League all-time top scorers: Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi, Robert Lewandowski
Also Read: Most Champions League goals for one club
Who has scored the most hat-tricks in one Champions League season?
Clubs with most UEFA Champions League titles
One thought on "Who is the youngest and oldest player to score in the UEFA Champions League ?"
Pingback: Clubs with most UEFA Champions League titles • We Futbol Fans