The more you know
Watching How Beer Saved The World. So, there’s some kind of medicinal treatment called an anal fumigant made from beer mash. How’s that for blowing smoke up your ass?
The correct pronunciation of GIF is STFU
trinilikesalt: With a hard F. SECONDED.
The Mother Warns the Tornado
scholvin: nprfreshair: I know I’ve already had more than I deserve. These lungs that rise and fall without effort, the husband who sets free house lizards, this red-doored ranch, my mother on the phone, the fact that I can eat anything—gouda, popcorn, massaman curry—without worry. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been overlooked. Checks and balances, and I wait for the tally to be evened. ...
Nothing says it's going to be one of those days
like waking up to two angry emails from a market customer telling me that I’ve ruined her world by changing the hours. Because everybody knows the market was created for her and her alone. Every decision we make must be run past her first. I’m getting better and better at diplomatically defusing these steaming pile of excrement complaints, but this morning I also wrote myself a...
What happens when the pursuits of "skinny" and... →
flanneryflann: By now I’m sure most of you are familiar with the saying “Strong is the new skinny.” It shows up fairly regularly on fitspo images and in fitness circles as a way of promoting a new standard of fe… “We don’t need a new “skinny.” We don’t need a new beauty standard, nor do we need yet another physical ideal hanging over our every thought and move like a little black cloud of...
My next door neighbor stood in my back yard last night while I was on the deck making dinner at the grill. She was a good 20 feet away from me while she told me that she had the worst sore throat she’d ever had. So riddle me this… how did I catch it?
Can we get some roll call from our OKC folks ASAP?
Be safe. Sending much love.
I'm sorry Steve! I promise I will not post a...
Also, you know, exaggerating just a little bit.
It's apparently been a very long winter
I just went to put some polish on my toenails because it’s 85 degrees and hello, sandals. Hand to Maude, I have mushrooms growing on my feet. What in the everloving fark has been happening down there for the last six months?! I swear I’ve showered.
Why did I not know about Kathleen Edwards? If you...
Thank the Maude
I got Lila’s Monday Fever last night at bedtime - this sudden spike in my body temp that wasn’t a hot flash, and came with a teeth-grinding headache. Looooong night ensued. It broke in the early hours of morning, and I went back to sleep for an hour and a half after the alarm went off. Bowie just waited it out, even though brekkie was very late and he didn’t get his usual...
Oh my Maude, I never imagined that ordering a port-a-john for a farmers’ market could be so Mauddamn complicated. I may have just lost a half hour of my life that I can never get back having the most repetitive conversation with possibly the dumbest person I’ve ever spoken with and what the hell just happened?
Dog is crazy again today.
And I don’t have time to walk him all day long. Send sedatives.
The Triumph of Progressivism: Graduation 2013 and...
robertreich: Many of you soon-to-be college graduates are determined to make the world a better place. Some of you are choosing careers in public service or joining nonprofits or volunteering in your communities. But many of you are cynical about politics. You see the system as inherently corrupt. You doubt real progress is possible. “What chance do we have against the Koch brothers and the...
12 Fantastic Victory Garden Posters
modfarm: During World War I and World War II, gardening took on a distinctly martial air. Citizens were encouraged to grow their own backyard produce (dubbed “war gardens” in WWI and “victory gardens” in WWII, which shows how far the art of positive spin had progressed in just a few decades). Culled from the Library of Congress, check out 12 fantastic food posters from that era. Start a garden...
Do dogs see ghosts? I think Bowie sees ghosts. He stopped while we were walking today and kept turning around to stare at a spot a few inches to the left of my ear, then looked back to my face, then back again, over and over again. When I encouraged him to keep walking, he kept looking over his shoulder at me, and then ended up sitting down and staring again. He’s been sleeping for the four...
Turning the heat on. Screw it, it's my day on my...
I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that...– Joan Didion (via kateoplis) Always reblog ayse (via snollygoster)
thecallus: You have one obligation today: accept the inherent complexity of all things.
Maybe she was expecting to ride the unicorn we...
He only lets people with manners ride him, though.
"That wasn't much of a playdate."
Direct quote from the kid who came over after school for two hours as she was leaving. Well, we don’t ever have to do it again, kid. Fine by me.
thecallus: I’ve learned lessons in life. The most important one is this: don’t panic, unless you should. Needed this. Wide awake with my two market to-do lists howling in my head. Why do I do this to myself? I’m going to get it all done just like I always do. The river of not good enough runs fast, wide, and deep in me.
Dogs > cats. This opinion may be influenced by the pile of poop-crusted cat litter I just found on my pillow when I tried to get in bed. Nothing like a 10pm sheet change to make you want to cut a bitch.
TT of the non-confessional variety.
More of a list of facts on a Tuesday… Bowie had his TrukNutz™ removed today. He’s spending the night at Dr. Colwell’s office (a little red barn old school vet in a nearby town). I get to pick him up tomorrow morning, and I’m a little terrified to see him without his dangles, to be honest. Oh, wait…that was kind of confessional, wasn’t it? Well, let’s keep...
Can a lawsuit save America's bees?
modfarm: Beekeepers are battling the EPA over pesticides they say are killing their hives— and they’re taking the fight to the courts. Can a lawsuit save America’s bees?
For Berry and the others to be rescued, in other words, two things had to...– What Charles Ramsey and Amanda Berry Knew Amy Davidson, The New Yorker