Shouldn't this go without saying? It surprises me that they even need to put it in a law.
Personally, I think they should add jail time to the fine.
Go figure.
It's amazing what a beautiful morning can do to lift your spirits, isn't it? The sun is shinning, the air is crisp, but not too cold. I don’t think it could get any better. This is what we call the perfect day in Georgia. It fills me with energy and a happiness that knows no bounds.
My oldest spent the night at a friend’s house. That same friend spent all day Friday and spent the night over here (schools were closed because of Veterans Day). They always have such a good time together.
Yesterday my youngest and I went to see Chicken Little. We really loved it. It seems that the animators just keep getting better and better. It was a cute story, and one that even had a moral. Good stuff. Then, we went shopping.
Both of my kids grew approximately 2 inches (and then some) about 2 weeks after I bought their school cloths. They are badly in need of pants, as well as shirts. They grow way too fast for my peace of mind. It's interesting, going shopping alone with a seven year old. We took our time, and tried on many different things. She's in between two sizes so it makes it hard to fit her properly. She didn't whine once about trying things on, which has to be a first.
Then we travelled around the entire store, looking at everything, including the Christmas decorations. I saw some really cute things I just may go back and get today. We went and looked a the makeup, and a really wonderful sales lady actually put some eye shadow and such on my daughter and then raved at how absolutely beautiful she was. She then promptly handed her a couple of samples to use for dress up. You could tell that Meelie No felt so important. This lady went out of her way to make her feel so very special. It's sad, but that doesn't happen very much these days.
Last night, Mr. Moogie took us out to a wonderful Italian restaurant to eat. Meelie No has a passion for spaghetti. We had a great time and even treated her to a piece of chocolate cake for dessert.
It's been a great weekend so far. Tonight we are headed over for a bbq at my neighbor's house. I'm bringing some kind of potato dish. I haven't decided which one yet, but it should be fun.
What about you? What did you do this weekend?
He had just saved her from a fire in her house, rescuing her by carrying her out of the house into her front yard, while he continued to fight the fire.
She is pregnant.
The firefighter was afraid of her at first, because he had never been around a Doberman before.
When he finally got done putting the fire out, he sat down to catch his breath and rest.
A photographer from the Charlotte, North Carolina newspaper, "The Observer,"noticed this red Doberman in the distance looking at the fireman.
He saw her walking straight toward the fireman and wondered what she was going to do.
As he raised his camera, she came up to the tired man who had saved her life and the lives of her babies, and kissed him, just as the photographer snapped this photograph.
Some people say animals are dumb...
I was a little bothered by this post that I read over at Genuine's today about this woman. It was in reference to this post and some of the comments there, some allegedly made by Dooce herself.
I visit Genuine's blog on a semi regular basis. I enjoy it. He writes entries several times a day, many of them witty, and some thought provoking. Be that as it may, I think he as well as his some of his commentors, were a bit rough on Dooce.
A major problem that Genuine appears to have with Dooce, is that she doesn't (or rarely) allows comments on her blog. The last I heard, this was a personal choice and it should be kept that way. Dooce is in the top of the blogging field (look at the numbers, I'm not spouting my opinion). She's never been shy about letting her readers know her reasons for not allowing comments. She still has her email address up on her site and invites you to write her.
I'm confused as to how that makes her a person unwilling to be part of a blogging community. I don't have one bazillionth (is that a word?) of the readership she does and I get the nasty comments from trolls from time to time. I shudder to think what would come my way if I was anywhere near her popularity. It's her blog. It's her decision.
What I love most about this woman is that she writes about things that I would NEVER say, but by God, that doesn't mean that I have not thought of it. I am constantly laughing at her portrayal of things in her life and her willingness to put them out there for everyone to read. She's been open about her depression, and subsequent post partum depression after the birth of her daughter. She's given alot of help to women who have sufferred and are sufferring from the same thing. She let's women know that they are not alone. Goodness knows, I've had bouts of that myself during my lifetime.
There are alot of statements in Genuine's post that bothered me, but that's not a bad thing. I wonder to myself if it's not something of sour grapes perhaps? And it's just his way of venting?
Being able to post what you want and how you want is your right. That's why blogging is personal. It's your blog. You post what you like. You can still be popular, well read, and well liked, even if you don't have comments. Different strokes for different folks, I'd say.
That being said, I still really like the man's blog. If you take a look, you can see the chronicles of the birth of his latest child. He's posting while at the hospital. Congrats Mr. and Mrs. G!
Updates: MetroDad gives his views on sharting.
Dr. Laura's take on jealous, petty, asshat people.
"There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled."
The above quote, and the story that follows were sent to me by a friend via email. I felt the message was a good one, and wanted to share.
Whenever my world is black, with nothing but a blank wall to view, I hope I will be able to remember this message. What about you? Do you believe a blind man can see?
Read the story and let me know.