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Inflatable Toys For Swimming Pools





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    swimming pools
  • (Swimming Pool (album)) Swimming Pool is the last album by the noted British folk/blues/rock songwriter, guitarist and singer Al Jones. It marked his return to writing and recording after many years of relative obscurity. All the tracks are written by Jones himself and published by Rogue Music.

  • (swimming pool) pool that provides a facility for swimming; "`swimming bath' is a British term"

  • An artificial pool for swimming in

  • (Swimming pool (film)) Swimming Pool is a 2003 British/French thriller film directed by Francois Ozon and starring Charlotte Rampling and Ludivine Sagnier.





    inflatable
  • Capable of being filled with air

  • A boat or dinghy that may be inflated when needed; Any other structure, artwork etc. that is inflated; Able to be inflated or blown up

  • designed to be filled with air or gas; "an inflatable mattress"; "an inflatable boat"

  • (Inflatables) 7 oz. vinyl wrap with an air blower to produce a balloon-like sign.





    toys
  • (toy) dally: behave carelessly or indifferently; "Play about with a young girl's affection"

  • (toy) plaything: an artifact designed to be played with

  • (toy) a nonfunctional replica of something else (frequently used as a modifier); "a toy stove"

  • A person treated by another as a source of pleasure or amusement rather than with due seriousness

  • An object for a child to play with, typically a model or miniature replica of something

  • An object, esp. a gadget or machine, regarded as providing amusement for an adult











Death Is A Bitch Named Chlorine




Death Is A Bitch Named Chlorine





Jesus! I don’t think he’s goofing around, I thought to myself, watching my grandson’s arm frantically waving (good-by?) above the waterline of the swimming pool in the yard of a very nice house in Woodland Hills while the rest of him struggled for purchase beneath its surface.
It took only a second after that thought for me to act, splashing into the water being careful to avoid knocking the other children that sat on the steps into the pool and reaching out to grab his arm and yank him up onto the concrete edge.
“Baby, are you okay?” I asked him quietly, kneeing before him as he coughed and gasped for breath.


We were in Woodland Hills to have my grandson Timmy’s photo taken playing with a variety of pool toys, which would eventually find their way onto their packages where they would be placed on shelves in department stores all over the country.
Everything was going great. Timmy was having a good time and then in a flash-I almost lost my only client! I had only walked away for moment thinking, wrongly as it turns out, that with such a crowd of parents, children and film crew within inches of my boy, he would be safe.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
I was almost out of this business before I even got in! I had only become Timmy’s manager the previous week and this was our second gig together. He hadn’t even had a chance to become hooked on drugs or caught in a compromising situation with a Hollywood hooker or to father an illegitimate child with a British pop tart! For that matter, he hadn’t yet paid me my 10% commission from the pool toys he was to earn for taking on this job.
Managing a 4 year-old boy’s career apparently included the (in hindsight) obvious task of keeping the little breadwinner alive. I had a lot to learn. It’s not like this job comes with a manual that anyone handed to me and told me to read.
(I would also need to hire an agent as soon as possible before I was left to negotiate the next job in payment of gold, foil-wrapped chocolate coins while smoking a bubble gum cigar to close the deal.)

“What happened to me?”
Timmy choked his words out against my neck between sobs as he hugged me and tried to make sense of this new world. His first near death experience.
We were standing in the front yard of the house having been asked to move away because, “…he’s scaring the other children.”
Damn that’s cold.
While the company we were working for wasn’t technically a part of the Hollywood community they nonetheless exhibited a similar arctic chill to succeed.
“You just went in too deep, Honey,” I spoke softly into Timmy’s ear. “But you’re okay now.”
“I want to go home,” he said. “I want my mommy.”
“I know, baby. We’ll go home soon.”
But first, I needed to get him back into the water.

Timmy had stopped crying and I took him back over by the pool.
“Just sit on the edge and put your feet in the water,” I told him.
He did. And then he immediately went in up to his neck.
“Timmy!” I yelled before forcing myself to speak in a calmer voice. “Please…be careful, will you?”
The next half hour was a proud time in my life watching Timmy splashing around in the pool regaling his fellow actors with the tale of how he faced down death and laughed in its hideous face.
“I dipped into the pool!” he told whoever would listen, sparing none of the gory details in the dramatic telling.
Timmy even went back before the camera and finished up his days work smiling his big smile when asked to and trusting that the inflatable shark pool toy he posed with would keep him afloat.
The kid was a true professional. In the old days they would have said he had moxie.

After the shoot I’m standing next to Timmy waiting for him to finish telling his story to a lady who asked how he was feeling when he abruptly stopped and turned to me.
“Thanks for helping me out in the pool, grandpa.”
I pulled him against me and wrapped my arms tight around him basking in our true life Jerry Mcguire moment.
“Anytime, honey,” I said to him. “Anytime at all.”

Postscript: After this incident swim lessons were arranged for Timmy.















7/365. Blue. (Explored)




7/365. Blue. (Explored)





I could say a lot, but nothing happened today.
Nothiiiiiing. ):

So tomorrow, I'll be seeing my cousins. I'm gonna stay over their house, probably.
So I'm not sure if I could upload for about 3 days. Which is bad since I have this 365 thing going on. But I'll try to get my hands on their computer, if they let me! :)

Have a great Saturday or Friday or anyday.
It depends on where you are in this universe, really. x)

I'm from pluto.
yeah, we have pools. :)
kidding.

Oh, and btw, I'm listening to
Crooked Teeth by Death Cab For Cutie.
I think you should check that out.









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