Today is Lily Belle’s 6th birthday so I joined her at Kindergarten to eat lunch. The “special” table was full so we sat with the “regular” people. It’s also Frozen Friday so we chose ice cream sandwiches for our treat. Once we sat down I noticed Ms. Ratched, the lunchroom and #walkdontrun monitor was walking […]
Folks all over the country are acting like this is some kind of isolated incident. Like it’s a big deal that this kid isn’t being punished suitably for forcing his venerated man parts into a sleeping woman for twenty minutes. After all, HE WAS A BOY SCOUT!
I love a good story. I’m a huge fan of photography blogs. I’m always searching for good recipes. I never combine these activities. I don’t have time. Here’s a news flash: NOBODY HAS TIME.
I ate a raw shrimp on this boat–rumored to be owned by Jimmy Hoffa (uncle Joe had connections, he said). Looking back I realize it was just another cruel joke I fell for in my youth – never one to pass up a challenge of my grit and determination to fit in… somewhere.
Not everybody can be a nurse either. I’m almost certain that if there is a heaven, good nurses go straight there when they die. No Purgatory, no Pearly Gates. Just straight up there with the Big Guy. I’m not 100 percent sure about doctors but nurses get a free pass to eternity.