It isn't every day that you think you'd be asking yourself, or others, that. And yet today, I find myself wondering just how many people I can no longer look in the face, speak to at a party, or read about in a Christmas letter or a Facebook post anymore. It's a lot. The Syrian… Continue reading How Many Relationships Have You Lost Over the Syrian Refugee Crisis?
I was called an idiot over social media today. Facebook. Comments. Big surprise. I had commented on one of the hundreds of articles shared this week regarding the death of Cecil the Lion. If you don't know what happened - i.e. you live under a rock - Zimbabwe's, and perhaps the world's, most beloved black-maned… Continue reading We Need To Talk About Cecil
Unless you live under a rock, or are involved in a much more catastrophic, international crisis (like the one going on over in Iraq; yeah - hello - did people forget about that one?)...then, you are aware of a few certain tragedies that occurred over the last few days; most discussed being the deaths of Robin… Continue reading WWRWD? (What Would Robin Williams Do?)
To the writer of "Dear Mom On the iPhone" - This morning I woke up and served breakfast for everyone in the house. I sat down to eat my own, and as I always do, I checked my email, Twitter, and Facebook. I did miss the moment when my daughter spilled milk all over the… Continue reading To The Writer Of “Dear Mom On the iPhone”
So we ran a couple of errands tonight. Those errands included: dropping a frozen turkey off at my dad's house for Easter Sunday, getting the guinea pig birthday presents for his first birthday (coming up this Monday), and to CVS to get dish soap. I know. Big night for the B(itch) family. As I was… Continue reading Good News! The Porn Industry Is Coming To My Town!!
Keep track of my strike time at http://countingdownto.com/countdown/223092 I'm going on strike. Not from a job because - I think we all know - I don't work. I mean I work at the most thankless job on the planet (housewife and SAHM), but there is no monetary compensation for that. Yet. No, I'm going on strike… Continue reading 48 Hour Technology Strike
Before Pookie started homeschooling, we had her in a local Catholic school. One of the requirements of families was mandatory volunteer time - you had to do 18 hours a year, or something like that. Taking tickets at the school carnival, checking kids in tardy, lunch duty, and other assorted chum work were what everyone… Continue reading The Hillbilly Who Cried Wolf