When hunny bunny and I went away last weekend we checked into our motel and hurried to get dressed to go out for an evening on the town. We had the television on, mainly because some people out the back were having a “moment” that went on for like a whole bunch of moments, and we needed to focus on matching shoes to dress. Yes, it takes both of us. Continue reading
We brought up our kids to understand that things were more important. We told them we did not have time for them because we were working hard to provide them a nice home and nice things. Then we produced evidence of our hard work by giving them lots of toys and things to occupy their time with while we were away. Continue reading
Hilda Budstocker (aka Mother Goose)of “Goose Down Emporium – pillows, quilts, pate, and Gooseberry Jam” last seen here feeding her prize winning geese on the morning of Nov.3, 1954.
She disappeared without a trace.
Is it normal for geese to have self satisfied smiles in the light of such terrible news? And why aren’t any of them hungry?
It is good to have a get away Llama. I use mine all the time and I can’t tell you how handy it has come in. People feed Llama’s, they like their pictures taken with them and they always let you go to the front of the line. Well maybe “let you” is a tad strong … but I have always had a good time in my get away Llama and have always escaped. Get your grandma to knit you one for Christmas. You won’t be sorry.
We are so tough that we wear white AFTER Labour Day and don’t even care. AND once we didn’t even return the shopping cart to the corral, we just left it in the parking lot blocking a great parking space. We are reallllly bad like that. It is the “gang mentality” that they talk about.
“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someone’s crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.” Unknown
You know when the person you are talking about looks right at you and knows you are talking about them?
Polite people look away. I mean that is what years of shame training and being taught to be nice is supposed to do right? Well at least that is how it works in Canada. We always apologize for catching someone looking at us and talking about us. Always. Continue reading
The first thing that happens is that these people begin to believe and act as if they are elite, better than, or above the other people. There are jobs and privileges they GET to do and jobs and responsibilities they don’t HAVE to do. Continue reading