I am tired of people using what happened to my city as the basis for their hate. I am tired of people so fundamentally misinterpreting our Constitution and Bill of Rights. I am tired of people turning the word “Muslim” into the word “terrorist.”
We are coming dangerously close to a point in our history where those who died on D-Day and are buried in French soil at Normandy died for naught. Those men saved my dad. Those men defeated a tyrant. Those men died to ensure others could have the freedoms it is so often said we take for granted. It is our duty, our most important job as citizens, to make sure their sacrifice continues to be for the cause of freedom, justice and acceptance.
We need to take a stand. We need to stop this madness. I will fight to protect what America stands for at all costs. If I have to stand in front of that Mosque with a shotgun so young Muslim children can safely pray to their God, I will. We are allowing a scary and dangerous faction to control the course of our society. If it takes force to stop them, then this is what we must do. The stakes are too high. It is time rational people took a stand. It is time Americans took a stand.
“Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I”—
thanks to Jill for sending me a cool new blog to follow: http://researchtattoos.blogspot.com. Which of course has me pining a little bit for another tattoo, even though I’ve fought that urge for 6.5 years now (got mine when I was a week shy of 21).
I know I won’t actually GET another tattoo, but I can still dream!
I’ve always loved this quote
why do maps appeal to me?
maybe I like these because they remind me of this picture which I love
in reality I think matching his and hers tattoos are a recipe for a horrible break up. but in theory I kind of love this:
my first impression is that these were friendship tattoos, and i like that they’re all different but go together
I got sent to the principal’s office 3-4 times a week, for talking, in kindergarden. I was booting up computers during computer lab time in 1st grade. I’m still a talker and a computer geek - I totally believe this.
Our personalities stay pretty much the same throughout our lives, from our early childhood years to after we’re over the hill, according to a new study. The results show personality traits observed in children as young as first graders are a strong predictor of adult behavior. “We remain recognizably the same person…This speaks to the importance of understanding personality because it does follow us wherever we go across time and contexts.”
This study reminded me of a story from my childhood:
I was 5 years old. I had spent the day thinking about Santa Claus and how cool the big guy was and I decided I wanted to be his most-informed admirer. I figured if I was his highest performing fan, I would be handsomely rewarded come gift time.
So I took to the set of encyclopedias Santa had brought the Christmas earlier for some research!
I found his name along with a description that read something along of the lines of: “a well-known legend.”
I quickly referenced my trusted dictionary to confirm the meaning of Legend (I mentioned I was 5, right?)….and there it was printed in a humorless font on the tissue-thin pages, “Legend: a fictitious story, usually handed down by tradition.”
Wait! What? Santa is a legend?
Hoping that this was all a gigantic misunderstanding stemming from my sub-par reading comprehension skills (yeah right) , I asked my parents to verify the meaning of Legend. When their definition aligned with Webster’s, I pulled out the encyclopedia I had hiding behind my back, revealed my miserable findings and devolved into a disillusioned mess specific to a child who just uncovered the truth about santa.
This was a tough day…
a day my wanting-to-know-it-all-ness got me into trouble, a theme that would repeat itself throughout my adult life.
I look back on this story and my precocious little self and I see so many of the traits that define who I am as an grown-up.
so Ruelala is having a Marmot sale today. well, by the time i remembered most of the Large jackets were sold out. BUT there was one left that I liked.
So I rushed over to Marmot.com and looked up the jacket, to check the specs.
Its windproof, water resistant, and breathable. Since K is very warm natured, he doesn’t need super thick/fluffy jackets like I do. And he has this leather coat, which is nice and all, but not my favorite thing ever. And he has no fleece or softshell jackets.
So, at 1/2 price, before taxes and shipping, I got one of the last larges! This jacket + a kindle will be his birthday presents next month. AND it will be perfect to take on our honeymoon cruise that goes to alaska.
I swear, if any sample sites start doing a lot of outdoor gear/wear I’m going to be so so screwed.
11pm at night, after my husband has spent 5 minutes terrorizing me by taking horrible pictures, I start to look like this:
and, because I couldn’t wait to wear this until dinner tonight, i wore it to work
I got a dress too, but I need to get the waist and hips taken in so I don’t have to hold it. Also, finding the right bra and underwear to wear with this is in order as well. I think it can be made to work, but right now its not doing me any favors.
I ordered these on 8/8 and they got here yesterday, so I’m impressed with the 3 day turnaround time. The Tart Robyn top I ordered on 8/5 has not arrived yet.
I got it in this color:
But heres a bigger picture of the style, the only one I could find: