here’s a fun fact:

i can text people via my laptop (thank you, apple!).  i can also type very, very fast (thank you, aunt edna - illinois state typing champion sometime in the early 1900’s.).

it really freaks people out to have me respond so quickly.  

also makes me laugh.

day of love

someone posted the hashtag “day of rage” today in solidarity to the disaster that is unfolding in ferguson.  i cannot bring myself to go there.  

i proclaimed this a “day of love.’  

it began with coffee and cinnamon rolls with wonderdad.  then i put away some clothes - a form of self.care/love, i think, since it’s nice not to have to scurry about in the morning looking for things to wear to work.

i’m going to dash off a couple of love notes to some friends and then go get my hair cut.

ssshhh.  don’t tell wonderdad, but i’m taking him out to dinner. 

day of love, people.  give it a shot.

on this, my self-proclaimed #dayoflove, monkey pow is celebrating by taking a nap on my “love” wreath. at least she stopped eating it.

on this, my self-proclaimed #dayoflove, monkey pow is celebrating by taking a nap on my “love” wreath. at least she stopped eating it.

thedaddycomplex:

In light of the awful things going on in Ferguson, people often whittle the problem down to the idea that things would be better off of we treated people the way we want to be treated. That whole “do unto others” thing.
But, that’s not right. Because you can punch me, kick me, hold me down, and I’ll get right back up. I’ve been around, I know how things work and I can take it.
I’d rather we treated each other the way we want our kids to be treated. Kids should be looking at the world with wonder and joy, playing pirates and eating ice cream on a hot day. Not dodging tear gas, not dodging wooden bullets.
Ferguson, we all see what’s happening. Even if you win the battle, you’ve already lost the war. So, think of those young people protesting in the streets as your children, your flesh and blood, the baby your cradled in your arms on sleepless nights.
Now that you’ve got that in your mind, how would you feel if someone pointed a weapon at your kid?
(photo via passingpotato)

what he said.

thedaddycomplex:

In light of the awful things going on in Ferguson, people often whittle the problem down to the idea that things would be better off of we treated people the way we want to be treated. That whole “do unto others” thing.

But, that’s not right. Because you can punch me, kick me, hold me down, and I’ll get right back up. I’ve been around, I know how things work and I can take it.

I’d rather we treated each other the way we want our kids to be treated. Kids should be looking at the world with wonder and joy, playing pirates and eating ice cream on a hot day. Not dodging tear gas, not dodging wooden bullets.

Ferguson, we all see what’s happening. Even if you win the battle, you’ve already lost the war. So, think of those young people protesting in the streets as your children, your flesh and blood, the baby your cradled in your arms on sleepless nights.

Now that you’ve got that in your mind, how would you feel if someone pointed a weapon at your kid?

(photo via passingpotato)

what he said.

(Source: passingpotato)

no one is safe from the clutches of a child who wants to play dress-up. still, gidget and I look forward to the girls coming home. #timehop

no one is safe from the clutches of a child who wants to play dress-up. still, gidget and I look forward to the girls coming home. #timehop

on holidays and special occasions, my mom would make pillsbury cinnamon rolls. she’d burn the bottoms every time! I made them today because it’s my day off and instead of a #dayofrage, I am having a #dayoflove. also, I miss her. she would be proud to know I learn from others’ mistakes -the bottoms came out golden brown.

on holidays and special occasions, my mom would make pillsbury cinnamon rolls. she’d burn the bottoms every time! I made them today because it’s my day off and instead of a #dayofrage, I am having a #dayoflove. also, I miss her. she would be proud to know I learn from others’ mistakes -the bottoms came out golden brown.

uncle!

okay, internet. the gorilla in mourning is where I draw the line,

goodnight.

the mood I’m in

I want to punch jason mraz and his unfailing optimism in the face.

today, I hate my job.