Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
If you hadn't noticed, we're pretty fond of the Bloggess around here...On my way to becoming Furiously Happy, I went out and bought something completely frivolous that I did not need, but that made me so incredibly happy. (Seriously, watch the video in that post. It's incredible and makes me laugh every. fucking. time.)They're what I would typify as Bad Ass Mother Fucker (or, BAMF) shoes. Should I go ahead and throw in now that I have arthritis and that these shoes may only ever see the light of day inside my own house? And although they're slightly painful and completely irrational, they make me happy. And isn't that all that really matters?
Caution: I can kill you with my shoe.
|This is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.|
I'm sure it's been talked about, but to be honest, I haven't had time to read the newspaper in about three months, so I'm going to share.
I'm fucking terrified. You know why? Even all the money in the world can't save you.
My ailment might not be cancer, but thinking about Steve Jobs dying from cancer is like the biggest "Santa Doesn't Exist" ever.
Think about it. The go-to excuse for just about anything is "if we could only find more money we could eventually find a way to end this…"
I don't know about Steve’s family, but if my mother or father was sick with cancer, I'd move mountains, I'd do just about anything to figure out something, some treatment. And I figure they did just that.
Hopefully it's time that was the enemy, because looking at a future where even the most powerful, influential, innovative man can be stricken with something incurable is absolutely terrifying.
I'm affiliated with many causes, and am a huge supporter of research and finding an answer to everything we can possibly hope to cure. But isn't it scary as hell to think it might all be for naught??
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
|You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.|
Monday, October 10, 2011
|We're all mad here.|