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Friday, May 25, 2012

chicagobusiness:

“Woman was on the phone being interviewed for a job and this guy took her phone to put in a good word.” via @dan4lopez
#gooddeeds

“Woman was on the phone being interviewed for a job and this guy took her phone to put in a good word.” via @dan4lopez

#gooddeeds

“Vice President Joe Biden today delivered a deeply personal and, at times, emotional address to survivors of slain U.S. military service members, recounting his struggle with intense grief after his wife and daughter were killed in a car accident almost 40 years ago.

“For the first time in my life, I understood how someone could consciously decide to commit suicide,” Biden told a Washington gathering organized by the Tragedy Assistance Program for Survivors (TAPS), a non-profit advocacy group, to commemorate Memorial Day.

“Not because they were deranged, not because they were nuts, because they’d been to the top of the mountain and they just knew in their heart they’d never get there again, that it was … never going to be that way ever again. That’s how an awful lot of you feel.” Joe Biden Reflects on Own Grief, Relates to Suicidal Thoughts - ABC News (via neon-loneliness)

“The institution of marriage is not under attack as a result of the President’s words. Marriage was under attack years ago by men who viewed women as property and children as trophies of sexual prowess. Marriage is under attack by low wages, high incarceration, unfair tax policy, unemployment, and lack of education. Marriage is under attack by clergy who proclaim monogamy yet think nothing of stepping outside the bonds of marriage to have multiple affairs with “preaching groupies.”

Rev. Otis Moss III, Senior Pastor of Trinity United Church of Christ (via touchoftea)

(Pastor Moss is awesome, y’all.)

“Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.” Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

(Source: goodreads.com)

“Me, he despised. He’d ambush me in the yard. He’d sidestep me as I cooked hamburgers at the grill, chase me after I delivered his breakfast of cracked corn and cheese. He had a way of crowing at the nearest window the moment that I picked up a call. “Buddy, shush!” I’d seethe. His face would twitch into a taunting smile and he’d scream again. So how to explain my growing admiration for him, for the way he seemed so content in his own feathers? He sprawled in the grass with the dogs, dug deep holes beneath a maple, and delighted when passing cars slowed down so kids could call his name. He ruled his world, our yard, so effortlessly that I often asked, as I shut the doors to his shed at night, “Buddy, how did you figure it all out?”

A rooster leaves his flock - Metro - The Boston Globe

I’m not crying.

“I have always felt that a politician is to be judged by the animosities he excites among his opponents.” Winston Churchill (via politicalprof)

Day 22: Broody Hen Update

1 dead baby chick.

1 rotten egg that I threw away this morning.

No live babies.

I am, obviously, very sad.

I’ve read she’ll keep sitting until she hatches something so if she chooses to continue today I might let her. If not? Oh well.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

“We let Willow cut her hair. When you have a little girl, it’s like how can you teach her that you’re in control of her body? If I teach her that I’m in charge of whether or not she can touch her hair, she’s going to replace me with some other man when she goes out in the world. She can’t cut my hair but that’s her hair. She has got to have command of her body. So when she goes out into the world, she’s going out with a command that it is hers. She is used to making those decisions herself. We try to keep giving them those decisions until they can hold the full weight of their lives.”

(On why he let Willow cut all of her hair off)

(via librariesandlemonade)

Will Smith, father of the year.

(Source: larepublicadedet)

Clicking this link leads to a picture of a dead baby chicken. I know. I know. It's part of my grieving process.

thechickennest:

Day 21, tragedy strikes. At some point this baby hatched. My brother found it dead. Still waiting on egg #2 to hatch. They decided not to tell me over the phone and my dad mysteriously needed me to pick up Kleenex on my way home. He knows me so well.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Mitt Romney has a tumblr.

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Day 22: Broody Hen Update

Clicking this link leads to a picture of a dead baby chicken. I know. I know. It's part of my grieving process.

Mitt Romney has a tumblr.

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