While clearing out the "jungle" on the side of our house, the boys found a frog.
Here's my suggestion. Along with the "Like" button, also include these 3 categorizing buttons that people can hit anonymously: "Religious", "Political", and "Passive Aggressive Chain Mail Picture". Then, on our newsfeeds, we could have the option of hiding posts that fall under those categories.
Share if you love your mother. Let's see who's not afraid to be American! I saw a headline today that Costa Rica seized over 2 tons of cocaine at sea, worth an estimated $208 million dollars. I immediately wondered what they were going to do with the cocaine. It reminded me of a little experience I had several months ago.
In the past, whenever I had leftover prescription drugs, I'd put them in a little box to save for our city's "Drug Turn-In Day" (I'd heard that you shouldn't just throw pills away). Well, I kept missing the turn-in days, so my pile of old prescription drugs just kept growing and growing. My sister finally told me that the whole point of not throwing them away was so they didn't end up in an addict's hands (not, as I'd assumed, because they would leech into the soil like old batteries), so she said I could just crush them up and bury them or throw them away with old food or whatever. Most of my old pills were just random stuff like antibiotics or decongestants, but I did have a few bottles of narcotics. I've been prescribed narcotics twice in my life: once for a root-canal-needing tooth and once for having a large-headed baby. Each time I tried the narcotics, I had such a miserable experience that I refused to use any more of it. So I had nearly all the pills left. Well, when I was crushing up and disposing of my leftover prescriptions, it felt weird discarding the narcotics. The reason it felt strange was because I knew they'd be worth hundreds of dollars on the street, so it somehow felt like throwing away money. Stupid, I know, because it would be illegal money, but it felt weird nonetheless. So I wonder how Costa Rica feels throwing out $208 million dollars worth of cocaine. I mean, I know they can't keep / sell it, but...it would still feel weird, right? I was at the grocery store tonight. While I was waiting in line, I heard a man yell to his kid, "Luke, no!" and I swear every person in the vicinity muttered under their breath, "...I am your father." So that's when I decided that we won't be naming any of our sons Luke.
Greg and I were playing with stacking cups in the living room today. We were simultaneously "play screaming" as we frequently do, and then suddenly, Nugget charged past us, CHASING A MOUSE. And then we weren't play screaming any more. A week ago, I hired a dog walker for Nugget. The dog walker was a little short and inexperienced, but I got a great deal, and Nugget's not that hard to handle anyway. He showed up on time and had wild enthusiasm for his job. Even though I only asked him to take Nugget on one walk, he took him on three! After they went on their 3 walks, I told Gregory that it was time to go inside. This is the sequence that followed: Yep, I agreed to let them go on one more walk.
This is quite possibly my favorite place on earth (right after Disneyland, of course). I had a cold, but I insisted that we go anyway (it was the height of the rhododendron blooming season and, by joe, we just couldn't miss it).
On Memorial Day, we decided to go to a small local amusement park. To our surprise, we found that it was hosting the County Fair that day, so we got to go to a petting zoo, eat a fancy caramel apple, and go on the Tilt-A-Whirl (which Gregory loved).
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