Here’s a great chart that I hope will inspire you to do your part for the environment:
I just heard that an “internet friend” of mine passed away in her sleep last night. 38 years old. Seemingly healthy. Her baby turns one next week.
It’s a reminder that we should all be thankful for what we have. Whether or not we have what we want.
Lovely. I just noticed that my blog counter is whacked.
Anyone have a suggestion for a nice, free, blog counter?
I grew up in Philadelphia, with a father who was a big baseball fan. I would endure going to the games with him because of this:
That’s the Phillie Phanatic for those of you that might not know. He’s the mascot of the team, and the best thing ever. I love that green guy.
I’m still jealous because he once kissed my Mom. A Phillie Phanatic kiss entails a snake-like tongue coming out of his snout.
Here’s to the World Series, and the World Champion Philadelphia Phillies. Last year, and this year.
I think I would have to move. Leave the country. I’m serious. This would break my heart.
Oh my gosh! How cute is this baby outfit? I mean, seriously, ADORABLE! The good news is that I have two friends about to have baby girls. The bad news is that they’ll have to share it amongst themselves. Dawn, Mel, you’ll do that, right?
Oh, also, I have to win this first! I’ll keep you posted!
I had to go to the hospital yesterday for an x-ray. I brought a book with me to read in the waiting room. I know, smart cookie. Anyway, I looked up from my book yesterday when a young man (wanted to say “kid”) sat down next to me. He was in his 20’s, I’d say. He had placed two containers of a “smoothie” type substance on the table between us. I saw that they were “berry-flavored” and made some kind of smart-ass comment about that. Something like “ooh, berry!” He laughed.
We then went on for a few minutes talking about the faking of flavors in medical products and how it never works. That his drink was now just berry tinged chalk. I thought it was for a gastrointestinal test of some sort.
The person at the desk calls him up to answer a phone call. He comes back to me and says “Yeah, I just got permission to drink my berry radiation treatment at home!”
I smiled. Sweetly, sadly, emotionally. Here’s a kid (younger than me equals kid) with cancer and we’re cracking jokes. I guess that’s good. It also goes to show you why sometimes you should just shut the hell up and keep your sarcasm to yourself. I don’t think this was a faux-pas, at least not in his eyes. I hope he just thought “hey, some goofy lady made me laugh today at radiation treatment.”
Here’s to you, kid. Please, take care of yourself. Get better. Beat it. Whatever the “it” is.