The stone, dug up last week in the eastern district of Kono, was measured at 153 carats, making it significantly bigger than the largest find of 2013, a 125-carat diamond unearthed in the same area, the state-run National Minerals Agency said. It was graded as D+ on the D-to-Z diamond colour scale, meaning that it has almost no yellow tint caused by nitrogen impurities, and the agency said it “could only be matched or surpassed by fancy diamonds such as blue or pink in terms of price”. Sierra Leone remains one of the world’s poorest countries after a brutal 11-year civil war which ended in 2002 — a conflict that left the world with images of feared rebel leaders armed from the sale of “blood diamonds” recruiting drugged-up child soldiers and hacking the limbs off thousands of civilians.
//My top 3 reasons to want to move to Canada: 1) It’s much less corrupt than the US, 2) It’s a lot less crowded, 3) It’s much colder and more scenic than Riverside (I do better in cold weather than warm weather).
(Hallelujah, some more sensible folks who want to get off of this festering ship.)
(I do not know where I should go. I am sorry my friends.)
((Out of fabric: Mun can see Canada from his living room window. Heck, he walks across the bridge roughly once a week when the weather is nice. Great view from the bridge, too.))
Having Ehlers Danlos Syndrome sometimes feels about the equivalent of being composed of jello and wet spaghetti. Nothing stays where its supposed to. Literally every single cell in the body is floppy, so fingers are definitely an issue for many of us. I can almost guarantee that for the majority of us, writing is not only slow and painful but nearly impossible at times. FIne motor skills? What even are those? An EDSer surely doesn’t have any of those. Even typing which is far easier than writing, is painful and daunting at times. But last year I joined the population of shiny zebras by getting fitted for a set of Silver Rings Splints and they are beyond magical.
For those of you who have not heard of The Silver Ring Splint Company, they are a company that custom makes finger splints that look like elegant pieces of jewelry. Don’t believe me? Well I can’t even tell you how many compliments I’ve received for them. Nobody even suspects that they might possibly be medical. But more importantly, they work amazing! I still have hand pain and finger dislocations when performing fine motor skills and writing is definitely not something I look forward to but I have saved myself thousands of painful dislocations, I can open doors easier, type faster, write longer and hold objects in my hands without looking like an alien from a sic-fi movie. With the rings on my fingers actually look like fingers rather than tentacles!
The company is also family owned and the people are so sweet and helpful!
If you are having trouble with hand pain, clumsiness and dislocations please check out this amazing company!
((Reblogging for form and function. Seriously, this looks wonderful, and I hope that if any of my followers have this issue, they’ll go check it out.))
"Hi, Rarity! Did you hear the great me-related news yet?" Pinkie asks with a smile, eyes shining as bright as the diamond on her bracelet.
"No, I can’t say as I have, Pinkie."
"WhatEVER are you going on about?"
"It’ll be March 20th in the Town Hall. Not for a while, but Cheese and I want everything to be finished by the time of the wedding. We wouldn’t want to have it on such short notice, y’know! Everypony working on it would be stressed out all the time, and that’s something I really want to have avoided. As soon as all the invitations are ready, I’ll give you one so you have all the details. Is all of that okay with you, Rarity?"
"That’s perfectly fine, Pinkie. By the way, what colors were you and Cheese planning on for the theme? I simply can’t have my outfits clash with the colors, you know."
"We’re planning on having pink and yellow. There may be a little blue mixed in as well, but that depends on how many decorations we need."
"I see, so you’re going with your color scheme? Not bad at all, in my opinion. Ooh, that means…" Rarity started plotting.
"Would you prefer the yellow silk, or the … No. Yellow would look better on you. Here, could you hold this for me, Pinkie?" She held out some gold silk.
"Just for the color matching, of course."
Rarity blushed. She was used to compliments on how she looked, of course, but this wasn’t the same at all. This was different. This was… a date.
"Thank you, Pen, you’re looking quite spiffy yourself. By the way, where exactly are we going tonight? You haven’t exactly enlightened me about that, and there are a number of reputable establishments nearby, so am I going to have to guess which one you put in a reservation at?"
Considering how much stock he put into some of the places, he didn’t need reservations anymore. He practically owned them, so he decided to let her choose.
"Just tell me where you want to go, Rarity, and I can make it happen." Penumbra held out a hoof, offering it to her. Once she took it, he would give hers a kiss before wrapping his foreleg with hers and standing beside her, directing her out of the Boutique.
"Rarity, I’ve gotta be honest… I’ve always thought you too good for me… being on a date with you… well, I’m honored to know that you’re interested in me. You’re just as reputable as these places, and I’m nopony next to you."
"Me? Too good for you?"
Rarity was taken aback. She didn’t think that she was too good for anypony. Well, except for that one time… then again, Blueblood deserved it.
Smirking a bit, Rarity thought about what she wanted to eat.
"I’m feeling like having some Haytalian cuisine tonight, Pen."