Today, let’s have a little fun. Maybe a more serious topic or two, but mostly? It’s fun. Here we go.
Don’t you hate it when that happens? It’s unclear why donuts aren’t at least as good for us as non-organic vegetables. Another example of how life is just NOT FAIR. I mean, I love donuts. Why can’t we eat an entire box for dinner if we want to?
Don’t miss the caption. I saw it on Pinterest and it cracked me up. I’m beginning to think chipmunks are the most hilarious of animals.
I had this experience the other day when someone had a really big meltdown directed at me, but I knew it really wasn’t. I was strangely calm. I didn’t even want to tell her to F off. Not even tempted. It’s so liberating!
Well, now, this is the thing. Life is made up of priorities. At any given moment, we may not be at the top of the list. And that’s ok, because another time, we will be. Or maybe not, which gives us an opportunity to evaluate how important the relationship is.
It’s one thing if you can’t read. It’s another if you can and do not. The point is, get your head out of your phone, pick up a book and read it. I love to read and it eats at me that young people today seem to be losing the habit. No, I don’t consider graphic novels reading. Nor is reading on the internet. Read a damn book!
No one likes to vent more than I do and to be honest, most of the time, I just don’t have much faith in humanity. I’d love to be Pollyanna but I’m not. I see the world around me and can’t help but say, “WTF???” And then, I run something so unusual, so heartwarming, that, well, it doesn’t totally restore my faith in humanity, but it does give me a glimmer of hope. I want you to see it too. Click this link.
If you have not heard or seen Bill Nye calling out that the emperor has no clothes, don’t miss THIS. He says the unthinkable, the unsayable: the truth, and that is that climate change is real and 97% of scientists are in agreement. (My husband says 100% of scientists are in agreement because he doesn’t believe that three percent ARE scientists.) Did you know there’s one phrase (at least) that network newscasters and meteorologists are forbidden to utter? I didn’t. Until Nye told me.
This link is both fascinating and terrifying. A female French journalist… well, read for yourself, here.
That’s it! The bell’s rung and recess is over. Back to work. Thanks for taking a break to chat over the back fence with me.