Thursday, April 22, 2010

Indoor Water Fountains - Craigslist post

Just saw this post in Craigslist. I have seen these products before and they really are cool. Mostly I have seen them in doctor's offices but also at a few restaurants. I really think you should check out the website to see all of their products.


Beautiful indoor/outdoor water fountains for sale at wholesale pricing. We have 100's of options to choose from including: indoor fountains, outdoor fountains, garden fountains, patio fountains, wall fountains, floor fountains, tabletop fountains, slate fountains, birdbath fountains, feng shui fountains.

Most fountains come in slate, marble or some sort of glass/mirror surface. They usually have some kind of copper or stainless steel paneling and you will see water gently flowing down the stone. This combination of stone and water is truly calming and is a great way to design a room or office. There are also many fountains that can be used in a garden or outdoor setting. They can be used on a patio or even for a birdbath. There are endless design opportunities with water fountains.

If you are interested in browsing through these fountains check us out! We offer FREE SHIPPING and DISCOUNTS if you call in!

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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Check this stud out

His debut performance on the news Click Here

Personalized letters for children from Santa Claus

This website is incredible!!! you must check it out!

Click on the link.... http://www.santaletterz.com/

It's a personalized letter from Santa Claus for Children... And they donate to underprivileged kids!!

This amazingly special letter arrives in the mail letting the recipient child know he or she has been put on Santa’s Official Nice List. The letter is an 8.5 x 11 signed letter from the REAL Santa Clause. The letter also includes 2 fun games and a Gold Sticker.

So help out some kids aye!

just another one...

-Freedom- by Jack Boudette

How many different words can be used to describe broken
The answer is three and their names are not too be spoken

For they have destroyed the most important part of me
Crushed and bruised, my once eager heart is now free

Now when something is completely ruined it cannot be used anymore
Hence it is free from the pain and the let down that love has in store

Free to go on without the awful burden of being a slave to my heart
Free to go on knowing that a once useless life is at a new start

Being broken and destroyed definitely has its perks
No more sorrow and sting, free from all kinds of hurts

Yes my friends I have decided that love just doesn’t work
It is a wicked game played by those with a secret smirk

For they have either blindfolded themselves not knowing what is really there
Or they have learned to be manipulative, cheating, and never truly fair

Now knowing the consequences of the game and the awfulness that lies in wait
I have chosen not to play, never to love again, I control my own fate!

Just like a dying phoenix from the ashes being reborn
The remnants of my heart are now closed and will never again mourn

Man on the bench

Man on the bench

By, Jack Beaudette

A wandering man his eyes a hue of loneliness

Sat next to me and I knew of his sadness

Amongst people he knew he masked his true soul

But here in the subway he was out of his role

A character completely lost and confused

Now sat here his heart obviously bruised

His hand shook and somehow he seemed to know

There was no chance of repair… he had reached a new low

Had he cultivated his own empty plot

Or had others shaped him into miseries mascot

Sitting there bleakly staring into space

I noticed a tear falling down his face

Looking around to see if any one else had seen

I sat there unnoticed as people went about their daily routine

The man was now gone and everything was clear

He was never really there, it had been my own tear

I had hoped this man wasn’t really me

But no matter what I did I was unhappy

I had over time torn every last sinew of hope

So I left the bench and continued down my lonely slope

As I walked away the man looked into my eyes

And I felt bad for him, but went on with my disguise

Santa Letters For Children

This website is incredible!!! you must check it out!

Click on the link.... http://www.santaletterz.com/

It's a personalized letter from Santa Claus for Children... And they donate to underprivileged kids!!

This amazingly special letter arrives in the mail letting the recipient child know he or she has been put on Santa’s Official Nice List. The letter is an 8.5 x 11 signed letter from the REAL Santa Clause. The letter also includes 2 fun games and a Gold Sticker.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

A poem I wrote about a girl...

DECISION

By: Jack Beaudette


She put down her drink and her heart

  • And her mind became unfettered,

Then glanced at her soul the weaker part

  • The photo she never wanted to use.

Another days’ conclusion and he, useless,

  • Finds nothing of value within.

No light no intrigue, his soul wants to protest

  • The last flowers’ petal finally drowned.

A hole in his pocket he always tried to hide

  • Somehow now suddenly lay exposed.

He loosened his grip and his belief and cried,

  • Fates classical chef-d'oeuvre.

The hole was always there, he never believed,

  • His once enamored mind the enemy.

It was all a masquerade what he once had perceived,

  • The festivities were now revised.

As she walked home she slightly slipped on regret

  • Her heart swiftly shackled by decision.

Lost and stumbling through streets they tried to forget

  • Never to patch the hole or accept the photo.

A poem I wrote about how I felt

Consequence of Love

by Jack Beaudette

The resounding clarity of botched attempts at love echo forever through the broken pieces of my barren heart.

And with fervent appeal they endeavor to dissuade any expendable fixture of that which has been torn apart.

Like a plot reminiscent of an old Englishman’s tragic tale where love is an intangible unseen force sought after by those of chance.

Whilst in the end all the players who perceived had won life’s honor of conquering love’s twisted fate fell prey to its drowning deceiving trance.

Now a past compilation of once distant hopes and dreams illuminates my recollection of learned despair.

As my soul now enters its’ stygian calling no longer aflame nor awaiting any chance of repair.

Like the rhythmic clapping of the ocean complimenting the land in an altogether harmonious yet tumultuous appreciation.

Another delirious mindset of unanticipated reason inhibits my newborn thoughts and pollutes my now distant expectation