This stuff may be boring...
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My toddler’s swim class was canceled once because some kid pooped in the pool (not my kid). Gives a whole new meaning to ‘dropping the kids off at the pool.’ Both figuratively and literally.
I agree.
IF YOU ALL LOVED ME YOU’D AGREE, TOO, AND GO STAR TEXBURGHER’S TWEET.
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But are you going to talk to me after I star it?? Are you?? Are you?? Please talk to me soon. Please. For the love of God, please!!
On to cuter things: Mah Na Mah Na
My best friend and I went to the Jim Henson Exhibit at the EMP two weeks ago. Now, I know I should have posted this picture when sween woke everyone up with the dancing and singing muppets, but I never got around to it.
As soon as my best friend saw this display, she started singing the song as loud as she could - she also did a little dance. That’s what I love about the muppets, no matter how old you are, or how crotchety, seeing muppets immediately turns you 5.
Very important message:
When I say that I love you guys, those are real feelings.
When I say some of my best friends are here, those are real feelings.
When I come here to say something bad is happening in my life, those are real feelings.
So when someone is affected by something that happens to them on the internet, those are real feelings too. Please don’t dismiss those people. It’s not ‘just the internet.’ This stuff is part of our lives. If positive reactions to things on the internet are validated, why shouldn’t negative feelings be? Why is it all just butthurt? If someone that we love is hurting because a nerve was hit by something that originated here, let’s support them the same way we would if they were hurting from ‘real life.’ Because you guys are all a part of my real life.
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I absolutely agree with this. As much as an internet friend can absolutely make your day, another internet friend can crush your spirit for the day. We spend so much time here and I even think we make ourselves more vulnerable on the internet because we put so much out here - stuff we don’t tell our spouses, our partners, our family,or even our ‘real’ friends. Stuff we don’t say out loud for fear of sideways glances or disapproval. We say those things here, because our internet friends seem to get us on a different level.
With that said, I don’t think a lot of internet people understand that the dismissal of someone or treating someone as if they’re not worthy of even a moment of your time (how many people have asked you a question without you even giving a polite response in return?) is painful. Maybe it shouldn’t be. Maybe we should all have thicker skin. But I absolutely agree with jaydensmommie, if you have the power to make someone’s day, then you have the power to make them blue. It’s not your responsibility, it’s just about being nice to each other.
Reblogged because SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK?
How many wrong things can you have in one picture
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Because when you think of the phrase “Things that are safe for pregnant women to do.” Firing guns and getting shot with paint balls are right up there on the list.
Pimp Chalice
File this under “Things you never knew you needed until you saw it.” I. Need. A. Pimp. Chalice. This is going at the top of my Christmas Wish List. Don’t believe me? Soon enough you’ll start seeing tweets from my husband about how I won’t shut the fuck up about needing a pimp chalice.
And here I thought I was doing something right
Granted, I’ve only been on tumblr for a week now. But still, my tumblarity number is pretty puny, 63. Even with the small number, I have taken great satisfaction in watching it slowly rise for the past week. A new follower: +3, a couple of likes: + 2. My tumblarity number will never be as great as some, but then again, I’m new here.
However, it was with great satisfaction that I saw myself sitting right below Merlin Mann’s tumblr page. I must be doing something right, right? I became downright giddy! I gleefully showed the ‘top blogs’ ranking to my husband Tom who responded with “Good for you!! Yeah, Merlin hasn’t posted in a while.” Um…Way to be supportive Asshat.
Under the Table
For as different as one generation is from another, some things remain the same. Remember when you were little and played under the table? Remember how cozy it was? Remember how you didn’t have a care in the world? I see that in my son as he plays under our dinning room table. And it makes me happy.
