These are the ashes of my To Do post-its.
Little tip: don’t hold them on the sticky side when you set them aflame.
We got these as a wedding gift almost 22 years ago. I was waiting to open them until we had a newer nicer house. I decided I’m not waiting to open them anymore.
I’m using them now, right where we’re at.
Maybe next I’ll get out our china set GG painted for us for my bridal shower gift.
Nah, not while the boys are living with us and doing dishes. Let’s not get crazy. I mean, c’mon, that’s just asking for shards of china and tears and apologies.
There was electronic surveillance of Trump and the people close to Trump.
Yes, the odds are pretty high that there was electronic surveillance of Donald Trump and the people close to him.
This is unprecedented.
Yes and no.
click through… Source: Stonekettle Station: Unpresidented
Thank you, Jennifer Lawson!
(Beeteedubs, if you haven’t gotten to know Jenny Lawson, GET TO KNOW HER!
Not for the early delivery because you didn’t have anything to do with that…? that I know of… ? or did you? ? Maybe you’re just THAT hawsum!!!
Thank you for writing for us. The misfits, the outcasts (usually by our own making), the shamed souls with the shade of mental illness, and the people who love us, every day, just the way we are.
How does a deaf chick learn new music? Very carefully. Take out the HAs and don old fashioned, cover-the-ear, noise murdering headphones turned up to a dangerous level. Make sure no one’s home. And sing like the rockstar I feel like.
This is one piece of my hearing world I’m not ready to let go of… my love of music in all its complexities and pieces. What I have might be almost shot, but I’ll use it until it dies. It will not go quietly into that good night.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
In the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.”
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.
(lyrics bold I need to practice hitting the lowest note)
(or raise just that phrase an octave? too weird?)
So to some of us it seems our republic is imploding and we might do with a distraction from the (now crippled) news. #whatfirstamendmentA candle warmer will keep your tea or coffee at the perfect temperature indefinitely. Perfect for those who have a tendency to get distracted and wander off and go, “Oh, oh, oh, wait; I was doing that -other- thing” and then come back to (surprise!) hot tea or coffee.
P.S. Not that I would know anything about that getting distracted nonsense.
P.P.S. When I do, I really -do- say, “oh, oh, oh,” just ask Tom.