a card is such a simple way to show you care. something that requires no thought or real effort on the part of the person giving it. pre-written and signed. doesn’t really mean anything. there were a billion other ones made that are exactly the same.
I have a set of cards with pictures of bottles on them. It’s not very interesting, but I look at them every night before I go to bed to make me feel less anxious. They are mostly green bottles with pickles.
I don’t even want to count how many cards I have. Birthdays, thank yous, miss yous, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Halloween, get well soons. We pick cards for meaningless events, on days like any other, to say something that we wish we could say on our own, in our own words. Why do we send cards? Because our true feelings, the way things really work, are not poetic and pretty enough nor do they rhyme appropriately enough to share. Being honest is the second most boring thing you can do.
Cards, I play them quite a bit. Euchre is a great game, I have fun memories of playing in a tent in the Boundary Waters. Cards, playing soltaire, my great-gma always cheated. Playing poker in high school, or saying I was playing poker and partying instead. It’s funny how many memories stem from inanimate objects.
I used to try and do card tricks, like magic, all the time, but I was never good to perform them in front of someone. I like playing cards though, mostly solitaire. A while ago, a year or so, I came up with this idea to try and win every single Freecell card game. I’m not even close to finishing, though I win at least ten games a day. At my calculations, it will take longer than I have to live, probably, to finish all of them at the rate I’m going. All well, I can still try, can’t I?
The house of cards was impeccable, each card on top of each other neatly, carefully. The girl purposely created it on top of a flat surface, when her parents weren’t at home. She barely dared to breathe, worried that the single gasp would cause it to collapse onto the table, dreams shattered.
I really missed this girl named liz. So i decided that i would write her some cards to stay in touch with her. Well, i got lazy and eventually, after about 3 or 4 cards, i decided that they take to long. So we started emailing and talking over the phone. This kept us intouch for awhile.
Playing cards were her life, the Kings and the Queens and the Jokers all something she could- as lame as it sounds- relate to.
She loved her playing cards, until the moment they failed her.
Until the moment that they they gave up on her.
Thursday night approaching fast and it’s my turn to set up for 8 pm sharp. I hate it when it is my turn, the pressure, the act of cheating never really sat well with me but then again cards was always my mothers thing not mine.
du schreibst eine karte an jemanden wenn du in den urlaub fährst. du schreibst oft karten, du schreibst karten wenn du jemanden an etwas erinnern möchtest. oder wenn jemand einkaufen gehen soll. du schreibst karten um plätze zu reservieren. oder du schreibst karten um dich zu verabschieden..
I will hold them close to my chest but if you bother to look closely enough, see the way I fan and fold the corners and reveal the message I am too afraid to speak aloud.
This deck of cards tips over, and thus the boat has sunk. Eventually we find ourselves in over our heads, stuck upstream without a rowboat or a paddle.
Cards…well I guess…..I wanna play poker now!!! Pokerface!! OMG that’s like awesome!!
God!!! YES POKER!!!!!
Hmmm….or….ehm….u now…tarot!!
Thats fascinating!
There are many reasons people send greetings cards. That day I sent mine I sent it because I wanted to be more than friends. I wanted to be her life. Her air. Her lover. I wanted to know her form the inside out and yet, she barely knew i existed. The greeting card will be gone in less than two months I assume or just thrown away in the abyss and forgotten about until her great grandchildren find it buried in a box after she dies…
cards I played cards in university. Hearts. That was the popular game. We were wild about it. Tournaments and everything. I tried to teach a former friend but she whined and made fun of it. Never played with her again. Though not because of that. I still like that game. We called the queen of spades, “the bitch”.
Now that I’ve logged in, I get to write about this topic again. Someone else had written about playing cards. I love playing spades, we used to do that all the time on choir tour. I played Old Maid with my sister a lot growing up, and my favorite card game on the computer is Hearts. Card games are fun. My favorite card is the Queen of Hearts because of that song.
Cards are nice things to send people when you’re thinking about them, but usually I just feel obligated to send them. They are too expensive. You have to send them for holidays and especially when someone gives you something, then you have to send a thank you note. I hate those the most. Cards can also be a meaning for the St. Louis Cardinals, a baseball team, which for me is a much more pleasant connotation.
Cards are an interesting sort of thing. People give them to each other when they’re at a loss for words. But what can really replace true conversation? We have these pieces of paper marking illnesses and deaths, weddings and birthday celebrations, but there isn’t a shred of human decency to back any of it up. Cards are life at its face value. And we all need to dig a little deeper than that.
She said she could read my palm, and I was blessed. I could have told you that, lady. Gimme my money back. She smiled, each wrinkle folding over itself slowly. I hung my head. The neon sign outside had spoked more over my life than this old gypsy ever could.
I look at hallmark cards and all I see is false sentiments. Hallmark is for people who don’t know what’s in their hearts, and are too lazy to explore. I prefer hand written cards or notes, at least I know you tried.
I remember when I had to attend The Boys & Girls home for cutting myself, to pass the time in-between agonizing group sessions, we’d play cards. I learned a lot of new card games but forgot most of them. I remember sitting around the table and feeling that sense of saturnine agony that we were all to leave to better or worse, one by one.
I cry, for i am but a child who has lost a game of cards.
My Grandfather comforts me and says, ‘Dearest child, you cannot cry every time you lose a game of cards. Will you cry when your life is done, and say “i wish i had played my cards better!” You may not get the chance. So study your cards, bond with them and play from your heart.’ And then he cackles and drools, and I know that he is lost to me once more.
I started making cards earlier this year while looking for a creative outlet and desperately needing to make some extra cash. The cards are complete and I want to sell them, but I have yet to find an affordable place to print them. I don’t think cards are particularly meaningful, unless hand made. They are a great way to display illustrations, though.
I’ve saved all my cards that I’ve received since I was six. Seems crazy and honestly I try to keep people from seeing my card collection. Some may think it’s cute; other psychopathic. And truth is I’m not sure I’ll ever look at them again. Just the idea of throwing away something that is evidence of peoples love for me seems demonic.
He shuffled the painted cards, concentrating on the magic he needed to produce for the monstrosity quickly advancing upon him. On most days, he fumbled with the elements due to lack of concentration, but at this moment he was forced to become attuned with the powers that be. He summoned a water beast to absorb the heat from the evil that was before him.
the celtic cross. first card: what do you have? second card: what are your obstacles? lay the others out in fashion. what’s to come? will you be happy? mysteries of the tarot.
I like cards. They inform people of great events. They celebrate birthdays, they keep records of people and and there acomplishments. They make people smile, laugh, cry, feel better. It brings back great memories
She draws out five cards, one by one and places them on the table.
‘Wait,’ I object. ‘Do I not get to pick the cards myself?’
She looks up, nods and places the cards back into the deck. She holds the deck out to me after shuffling them and smiles, saying, ‘You are right. One’s fate is decided already, but one may choose the means through which it is dealt.’
I pick five cards and lay them on the table, one by one. She hesitates before flipping the first one over.
‘What is wrong?’ I ask.
‘The card is blank…’ her brow puckers slightly, and she shows me the blank card. Then her pale features smooth out, and there is a smile on her face that does not reach her eyes. ‘Ah, I see.’
‘What?’ I am bewildered. ‘What does it mean?’
‘It means “nothing” .’
She hands the cards to me and leaves the tent. I flip them over. I am frozen with shock for only a moment, but when I am outside the tent the fortune teller is gone. Everything is gone.
“Nothing” she had said.
I stare at the blank cards in my hand, unable to comprehend. What does this mean? I watch as the cards turn to dust, floating away on a nonexistant breeze. The purple tent behind me disintegrates also, and within moments i find myself in a flat, white world of “nothing.”
I walk.
we all have them, we all play them. maybe different suits, different motivation, but we all do it.
cards expression, intent, bluff, games, winning, losing, playing
card are a nice gesture one receives for special occasions or just to say hi. Cards are often used in teaching situations alos, such as note cards which help with studying. card can also be used for television for like Q cards, to help actors remember lines. Cards are very helpful in all aspects of life weather it is for saying hello, teaching situations, or for dramatic experiences.
you never know what hand you’re going to be dealt, but that’s the fun part. if you knew what you were going to get, you’d already know how you were going to play the game. it’s better to not know. just be ready to take each card as they come.
cards are fun. valentines day cards are silly but sweet. cards like the deck kind with kings and queens and stuff are fun too. like, spoons, great game, or whammy. better game. i kinda wish nolan and i would play cards together. or give more cards to each other. omg vday date is on monday. and i have soooo much to do this weekend. math is gonna be gross. and its all before i get to have any more fun.
hi i like cards they are cool i like playing drinking games with cards like kings, and plenty more. there cool because theres two different colors and four suits and the same amount of numbers and letters in each suit i just like them a lot they are neat.
i love cards
cards are a way to show care, love, affection , celebrat birthdays and do what you cannot do without words
cards can be made of paper, cloth and organic materials
cards nowadays can be found anywhere in the stores. the best of the cards are hand made.
there are also business cards , gift card ( called credit/debit cards)
index cards are what i use at school and work and several other places. Cards come in many different shapes and sizes and various colors as well. I am completely drawing a blank about cards. You can shuffle them and play games with them too. Yippeee! cards! haha cards are fun. or can be fun.
a card is such a simple way to show you care. something that requires no thought or real effort on the part of the person giving it. pre-written and signed. doesn’t really mean anything. there were a billion other ones made that are exactly the same.
I have a set of cards with pictures of bottles on them. It’s not very interesting, but I look at them every night before I go to bed to make me feel less anxious. They are mostly green bottles with pickles.
I don’t even want to count how many cards I have. Birthdays, thank yous, miss yous, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Halloween, get well soons. We pick cards for meaningless events, on days like any other, to say something that we wish we could say on our own, in our own words. Why do we send cards? Because our true feelings, the way things really work, are not poetic and pretty enough nor do they rhyme appropriately enough to share. Being honest is the second most boring thing you can do.
Cards, I play them quite a bit. Euchre is a great game, I have fun memories of playing in a tent in the Boundary Waters. Cards, playing soltaire, my great-gma always cheated. Playing poker in high school, or saying I was playing poker and partying instead. It’s funny how many memories stem from inanimate objects.
I used to try and do card tricks, like magic, all the time, but I was never good to perform them in front of someone. I like playing cards though, mostly solitaire. A while ago, a year or so, I came up with this idea to try and win every single Freecell card game. I’m not even close to finishing, though I win at least ten games a day. At my calculations, it will take longer than I have to live, probably, to finish all of them at the rate I’m going. All well, I can still try, can’t I?
The house of cards was impeccable, each card on top of each other neatly, carefully. The girl purposely created it on top of a flat surface, when her parents weren’t at home. She barely dared to breathe, worried that the single gasp would cause it to collapse onto the table, dreams shattered.
Cards make me smile.
Especially the cards with weird faces on them,
they are so much more fun than the numbered cards.
My favourite number is 7… Lucky 7 I guess.
When I was 7 my dad bought me a puppy
I really missed this girl named liz. So i decided that i would write her some cards to stay in touch with her. Well, i got lazy and eventually, after about 3 or 4 cards, i decided that they take to long. So we started emailing and talking over the phone. This kept us intouch for awhile.
Playing cards were her life, the Kings and the Queens and the Jokers all something she could- as lame as it sounds- relate to.
She loved her playing cards, until the moment they failed her.
Until the moment that they they gave up on her.
Birthday cards. Cardboard. Playing cards. They encapsulate the thoughts and things and lives occupying our existence.
Thursday night approaching fast and it’s my turn to set up for 8 pm sharp. I hate it when it is my turn, the pressure, the act of cheating never really sat well with me but then again cards was always my mothers thing not mine.
du schreibst eine karte an jemanden wenn du in den urlaub fährst. du schreibst oft karten, du schreibst karten wenn du jemanden an etwas erinnern möchtest. oder wenn jemand einkaufen gehen soll. du schreibst karten um plätze zu reservieren. oder du schreibst karten um dich zu verabschieden..
I will hold them close to my chest but if you bother to look closely enough, see the way I fan and fold the corners and reveal the message I am too afraid to speak aloud.
This deck of cards tips over, and thus the boat has sunk. Eventually we find ourselves in over our heads, stuck upstream without a rowboat or a paddle.
Cards…well I guess…..I wanna play poker now!!! Pokerface!! OMG that’s like awesome!!
God!!! YES POKER!!!!!
Hmmm….or….ehm….u now…tarot!!
Thats fascinating!
There are many reasons people send greetings cards. That day I sent mine I sent it because I wanted to be more than friends. I wanted to be her life. Her air. Her lover. I wanted to know her form the inside out and yet, she barely knew i existed. The greeting card will be gone in less than two months I assume or just thrown away in the abyss and forgotten about until her great grandchildren find it buried in a box after she dies…
i like to get cards for my birthday because they usually have money or giftcards in them. its really nice especially when im going to college.
cards I played cards in university. Hearts. That was the popular game. We were wild about it. Tournaments and everything. I tried to teach a former friend but she whined and made fun of it. Never played with her again. Though not because of that. I still like that game. We called the queen of spades, “the bitch”.
Now that I’ve logged in, I get to write about this topic again. Someone else had written about playing cards. I love playing spades, we used to do that all the time on choir tour. I played Old Maid with my sister a lot growing up, and my favorite card game on the computer is Hearts. Card games are fun. My favorite card is the Queen of Hearts because of that song.
Cards are nice things to send people when you’re thinking about them, but usually I just feel obligated to send them. They are too expensive. You have to send them for holidays and especially when someone gives you something, then you have to send a thank you note. I hate those the most. Cards can also be a meaning for the St. Louis Cardinals, a baseball team, which for me is a much more pleasant connotation.
Cards are an interesting sort of thing. People give them to each other when they’re at a loss for words. But what can really replace true conversation? We have these pieces of paper marking illnesses and deaths, weddings and birthday celebrations, but there isn’t a shred of human decency to back any of it up. Cards are life at its face value. And we all need to dig a little deeper than that.
Happy 50th to you mom. I love you. These cards are for you yellow and blue. Happy 50th to you. Lucky old you. 50 wow.
She said she could read my palm, and I was blessed. I could have told you that, lady. Gimme my money back. She smiled, each wrinkle folding over itself slowly. I hung my head. The neon sign outside had spoked more over my life than this old gypsy ever could.
I look at hallmark cards and all I see is false sentiments. Hallmark is for people who don’t know what’s in their hearts, and are too lazy to explore. I prefer hand written cards or notes, at least I know you tried.
I remember when I had to attend The Boys & Girls home for cutting myself, to pass the time in-between agonizing group sessions, we’d play cards. I learned a lot of new card games but forgot most of them. I remember sitting around the table and feeling that sense of saturnine agony that we were all to leave to better or worse, one by one.
I cry, for i am but a child who has lost a game of cards.
My Grandfather comforts me and says, ‘Dearest child, you cannot cry every time you lose a game of cards. Will you cry when your life is done, and say “i wish i had played my cards better!” You may not get the chance. So study your cards, bond with them and play from your heart.’ And then he cackles and drools, and I know that he is lost to me once more.
I started making cards earlier this year while looking for a creative outlet and desperately needing to make some extra cash. The cards are complete and I want to sell them, but I have yet to find an affordable place to print them. I don’t think cards are particularly meaningful, unless hand made. They are a great way to display illustrations, though.
I’ve saved all my cards that I’ve received since I was six. Seems crazy and honestly I try to keep people from seeing my card collection. Some may think it’s cute; other psychopathic. And truth is I’m not sure I’ll ever look at them again. Just the idea of throwing away something that is evidence of peoples love for me seems demonic.
He shuffled the painted cards, concentrating on the magic he needed to produce for the monstrosity quickly advancing upon him. On most days, he fumbled with the elements due to lack of concentration, but at this moment he was forced to become attuned with the powers that be. He summoned a water beast to absorb the heat from the evil that was before him.
the celtic cross. first card: what do you have? second card: what are your obstacles? lay the others out in fashion. what’s to come? will you be happy? mysteries of the tarot.
I like cards. They inform people of great events. They celebrate birthdays, they keep records of people and and there acomplishments. They make people smile, laugh, cry, feel better. It brings back great memories
She draws out five cards, one by one and places them on the table.
‘Wait,’ I object. ‘Do I not get to pick the cards myself?’
She looks up, nods and places the cards back into the deck. She holds the deck out to me after shuffling them and smiles, saying, ‘You are right. One’s fate is decided already, but one may choose the means through which it is dealt.’
I pick five cards and lay them on the table, one by one. She hesitates before flipping the first one over.
‘What is wrong?’ I ask.
‘The card is blank…’ her brow puckers slightly, and she shows me the blank card. Then her pale features smooth out, and there is a smile on her face that does not reach her eyes. ‘Ah, I see.’
‘What?’ I am bewildered. ‘What does it mean?’
‘It means “nothing” .’
She hands the cards to me and leaves the tent. I flip them over. I am frozen with shock for only a moment, but when I am outside the tent the fortune teller is gone. Everything is gone.
“Nothing” she had said.
I stare at the blank cards in my hand, unable to comprehend. What does this mean? I watch as the cards turn to dust, floating away on a nonexistant breeze. The purple tent behind me disintegrates also, and within moments i find myself in a flat, white world of “nothing.”
I walk.
we all have them, we all play them. maybe different suits, different motivation, but we all do it.
cards expression, intent, bluff, games, winning, losing, playing
card are a nice gesture one receives for special occasions or just to say hi. Cards are often used in teaching situations alos, such as note cards which help with studying. card can also be used for television for like Q cards, to help actors remember lines. Cards are very helpful in all aspects of life weather it is for saying hello, teaching situations, or for dramatic experiences.
you never know what hand you’re going to be dealt, but that’s the fun part. if you knew what you were going to get, you’d already know how you were going to play the game. it’s better to not know. just be ready to take each card as they come.
cards are fun. valentines day cards are silly but sweet. cards like the deck kind with kings and queens and stuff are fun too. like, spoons, great game, or whammy. better game. i kinda wish nolan and i would play cards together. or give more cards to each other. omg vday date is on monday. and i have soooo much to do this weekend. math is gonna be gross. and its all before i get to have any more fun.
hi i like cards they are cool i like playing drinking games with cards like kings, and plenty more. there cool because theres two different colors and four suits and the same amount of numbers and letters in each suit i just like them a lot they are neat.
i love cards
cards are a way to show care, love, affection , celebrat birthdays and do what you cannot do without words
cards can be made of paper, cloth and organic materials
cards nowadays can be found anywhere in the stores. the best of the cards are hand made.
there are also business cards , gift card ( called credit/debit cards)
The card appeared on the front table, along with a dozen roses and a ring.
I’m in love.
index cards are what i use at school and work and several other places. Cards come in many different shapes and sizes and various colors as well. I am completely drawing a blank about cards. You can shuffle them and play games with them too. Yippeee! cards! haha cards are fun. or can be fun.