State Bank & Trust in Fargo, ND, gave each full time employee a thousand bucks, and each part-timer, five hundred, to Pay It Forward. This was on top of their Christmas bonuses. I think that is wonderful.
Some people sneer that those folks will probably just pay their heating bills.
I believe there are going to be a lot of Random Acts of Kindness out there soon. I know there are rules in place. After all, with great power, comes great responsibility.
I love it. I just love it.
How else can we change the world?
A Lifer at The Spectrum,
He said,
I'd have newsprint on my hands,
A bottle of scotch in the drawer.
Lucky for me, I don't flounder.
I read the cross-country papers online each day,
And there's a bottle of rum on the counter.
Best of the Midwest and NDHSSTA,
Gifts must not mellow.
I fill twenty-four hours a day,
With every ounce of my Yellow.
Tash and I had gotten our first apartment ever. It was the coolest place... new carpet... corner unit... fireplace... detached garage. The window faced Broadway, and boy, oh, boy, these days, that part of Fargo is SO MUCH BUSIER than it was then! We were practically living in a field! No wonder we had all those snowbanks with which to contend!
There were a lot of people who were unable to go home for the holidays that year. Because we had the fireplace, Tash and I hostessed. I found a recipe for Chicken Pot Pie... and so it began...
I'm just going to have to start running for my life. That's all there is to it.
We have been in the house for more than three years. This street has taught me I will never, ever live on a cul-de-sac. I just don't want my neighbors that intimately amused by my comings and goings. I need an acre.
There is an element of me that truly believes I can outlast the neighbors. They are young and can't possibly live there forever with their loud, invasive dogs, who perpetually dig trenches beneath my fence.
In order to outlast, I feel a need to redo. There's going to be a painting party at our home sometime soon.
My plan is also to fortify the fence where the Nextdoorian Dogs have toppled planks and dug holes for years now, as they are left in their yard twenty-four hours a day, always. No wonder they're frantic. Knowing the way we baby this dog lying at my feet, I fail to understand how you treat your pet that way.
Yesterday would have been my French great grandma's 118th birthday. I was named after her.
Yesterday marked one blissful, strong, more self-assured, seizure-free year for me.
I don't have allergies. However, evidently when it rains for more than a month and a half and the Jumanji jungle sprouts to overtake my house, perhaps then I'll get a little sniffly and bleary-eyed.
I'm trying to will this rain north. Need some rain? We'd love to give it to you.
I am enjoying this.
However, a few things bother me. 'Go, don't sell yourself short. I was just there, and I know what these items are priced individually. Living in a tourist area, I know that people will pay exhorbitant mark-up.
Tanya takes amazing pictures of her kids. She takes amazing pictures of other people's kids. And she GIVES them away. I could just shake her. She could be making a ton of money doing that. My goddaughter will be going to college one day.
Went to visit four-day old Dakotah Layne today. Oh yes, and Elissa and Chris, too. Isn't that the way it is? With a new baby in the house, everybody else in the family fades into a supporting role, and the occupant of the bassinet in the living room is the star of the show.
I held her tiny, warm body and played with her big feet as she yawned, smiled, stretched and slept. Elissa suggested this might speed up my wanting a baby. I loved on this one, then her mommy took her and put her back in the bassinet. Oh, she's delish.
Then, we went to see eleven-day old Katie Rose, but she wasn't home.
Nope. My biological clock is still quiet, and digital. I don't even know what time it is.
