I had an awesome weekend. My parents and niece were visiting this weekend, and my church had a big craft fair where I displayed my wares. (That joke is not getting old) And we had a big party yesterday to celebrate my acceptance into a Masters program. So many margaritas to drink before I become a serious student. Anyway, there are cards on their way, but perhaps not today. Why not read some internet stuff instead?
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PETA is fine but sometimes I question their priorities ~ The Bloggess
Note: She is a comedienne: "When I was little I got a duck from the carnival and he was awesome.
His name was Daffodil and he lived in an inflatable raft in the backyard
with the cats. He was very happy. But then my mom decided he’d be
happier with other ducks because he started to think he was a cat, so we
let him go at the lake and then a month later all the ducks were eaten
by homeless people who lived under the bridge. This is all true. I
think the real problem here is the homeless problem. And by “homeless
problem” I mean the problem I have with homeless people eating my pets."
In which I wonder about Pinterest ~ Emerging Mummy
"Pinterest is the fantasy league of consumerism and it speaks to the larger issues that we battle as a society: I am my image, I am what I consume, I am what I purchase, I am what I desire. How
will anyone know I’m cool and quirky and fun and unique if I don’t have
the stuff that proves it? We become avatars of our true self, unable to
be without the proper accoutrements to display it."
Miracle Week ~Momastery
"And everybody’s always telling us to BE GRATEFUL BE GRATEFUL BE GRATEFUL and there is something to that. But for me, gratitude comes in moments, all encompassing, out of time moments- Kairos moments- and as a general knowing
in the back of my head and heart. Gratitude is not always front and
center for me. And I don’t want to be bossed or guilt-ed into
gratitude. Life is beautiful, and there is much for which to be
grateful. But life is also tough. The big things are tough – like I’m
sick, and I’m not getting better, and the little things are tough, like –
WHY IS THIS PLAYDOH SO FREAKING HARD TO OPEN? The big and the little
stuff get me down. And that’s okay. No need to be grateful all the time."