or do high school kids
every year??????
Lessa’s boy – that would be my grandBABY! – is in high school this year and attending his first homecoming festivities.
Will there ever be justice? Will I be condemned to growing older – and smaller, btw as that KID is taller than I am! – day by day by day?
oh, the inhumanity of it all.
smirk!
so I received a couple of fun emails. Lisa, your answers are on their way. 😉
this is the other:
Aliens? Many will recall that on July 8, 1947, witnesses claim an unidentified object with five aliens aboard crashed on a sheep and cattle ranch just outside Roswell, New Mexico.
This is a well known incident that many say has long been covered up by the US Air Force and the federal government.
However, you may well NOT know that in the month of March 1948, exactly nine months after that historic day, Albert Arnold Gore, Jr.; Hillary Rodham; John F. Kerry; William Jefferson Clinton; Howard Dean; Nancy Pelosi; Dianne Feinstein; Charles E. Schumer; and Barbara Boxer were born. That piece of information has now cleared up a lot of things.The person sending it said it had not been checked out, but it was a fun piece of trivia. Now, I like to check things out and so – here is the information. Only ONE person on the list was actually born in March of 1948 – Al Gore – on the 31st of that month.
Here are the birth months and years of the others. If you want to send a card, you will have to check for yourself on the exact dates. 😉
According to : Political Graveyard (is that a cool name or what!) Al Gore was born on March 31 The rest were go og le d to find . . . Hillary Clinton was born October 1947 – Bill Clinton August 1946 – John Kerry Dec. 1946 – Howard Dean Novermber 1948 – Nancy Pelosi March 1940 -Diane Feinstein June 1933 – Charles E. Schumer November 1950 – – Barbara Boxer November 1940
So – there you go – just a bit more proof that you can’t believe EVERYTHING you read in email – AND – check before you send. 😉 Have a great Thursday everyone.:moose:
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ahhh Caribou!
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with a nice velvety rack – all the critters are putting on a show of velvet.
Hunting season and rutting season travel well together.
Just another grand day in Alaska.
So, it would appear that the Buglet’s potty mouth – and Gramma outing him for it (haha) – has resulted in the entire Ladybug family attempting to watch their mouths. Ladybug has set up a chart with 10 photos of each person’s mouth set onto velcro strips. Each time a discouraging word (or potty word) is used, a mouth is taken off the chart and tossed into the bucket.
So far, Buglet is losing out big time.
The oldest – D-bug – has lost one.
Mama has lost a couple.
Daddy has lost four (!!!!)
T-bug and the Princess M have not lost any. They say they don’t intend to. :moose:
Rewards were mentioned – something about gold certificates. I’m not sure. I’m just pulling for it to sink into the Buglet’s wee little head that he will get along better once he can keep his mouth(s) on the line.
Oh, yeah – and the worse part (in his little mind, of course) is that crying doesn’t cut it – he still has to take the mouth off the line himself and put it into the bucket himself.
insert Gramma’s laughter here. :moose:
you know – this world wide web is a funny old thing. It sucks us in – makes us believe we truly know each other – and maybe in some ways we do – know each other, that is.
I have to say, though, that I really admire those of you out there who seem so in control of yourselves – your own desitinies – your relationships – your innermost selves.
It’s an illusion, I’m sure. I can’t be that much different from all of you. Here I sit – 56 years old – closing in on 57 – and I have NO CLUE who I am or who I want to be or what I will do with myself if I ever figure it out.
insecurities.
we all have ’em, right? Yeah, I thought so.
So – why do we show this face to the world? Why can’t we be vulnerable to those closest to us? Why can’t we say – I’m hurt – I’m angry – I’m pleased – I’m loving this, that, you? Or – are you able to do that? Without losing yourself? Really? Tell me how –
I feel that the world around me wants me to be something – but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is.
I feel that the world around me is disappointed in me when I say what I think – or be who I am – or whatever – especially if it is not the me or thought that “they” (whomever they are) think I should be/think.
And, then I lose the real me as I try to mold myself into those expectations.
crazy making, isn’t it?
56 years old and still a babe in the woods. . . . wandering and unsure . . . vulnerable and hating the vulnerability . . . loving and yet feeling unloved to the same degree . . . here in the now and present time – but lacking in the things that are needed wanted of me.
what say you? Is it just me?
maybe it’s something in the water.
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