F16’s Don’t Kill People, 500 Lb. Bombs Kill People

Updated with link to silly photograph. 

I was in the kitchen getting ready to bake, and we were talking about the old neighbourhood in Boston. My husband jokingly says:

"I’m having impure thoughts about a warm bagel."

That would have been bad, but what I heard (probably because we were talking about Eastie) was:

"I’m having impure thoughts about a warm Dago."

The baker’s interpretation, HERE. 

…today’s brides are serving poutine in shot-glasses.

I don’t know, shouldn’t it at the very least be served in styrofoam cups?

The unicameral went ahead and passed THIS insane legislation to make women view an ultrasound before an abortion. I consider myself "pro-life" but believe me, these idiots don’t represent me. Well, actually they DO represent me-but I didn’t vote for any of them. You know what I mean. This is appalling, and really only serves as a way to humiliate women. As we all saw while the Safe Haven children were being dropped off in droves before they changed the law-there isn’t a whole hell of a lot of support for families in this state, once the babies are born. Then, you’re a drain on the system.

So we’re going to force women to view the ultrasounds in hopes they might change their minds through humiliation and intimidation-and then what? Oh yeah, I know-prosecute them to the fullest extent of the law when they are caught shoplifting baby formula!

And because they are so pro-life here in Nebraska, they changed the law so that we now have a new method by which to execute people.

As far as starving and killing children abroad-that’s still a-ok. Patriotic, even.

I’m still digging, planting and tending the too-many plants I’ve decided to grow. I am being overrun by radishes at the moment. I’ve also discovered my family prefers pea leaves and shoots (go ahead and make an "Eats Shoots and Leaves" joke) to actual peas, so I’ve been harvesting the greens as a sort of abundant salad green. They grow back quickly, and with the cool weather we’ve been having the season might extend well into summer.

It is a great deal of work, maintaining such a large garden. I didn’t expect to be quite so ill (like anyone ever sees this stuff coming) but thankfully the weather has been bearable. I work terribly slowly. I must admit a sense of satisfaction bringing in an armful of vegetables from the garden to make dinner-that really does make all the effort seem worth it.

So here’s today’s helpful hint:

Don’t plant a large stand of borage next to your door as it tends to attract bees. You’re welcome.  

So, I finally did it, and it worked! I skipped the nitrate curing salt (which gives it the pink colour) so I can even argue it is healthy…OK maybe not, but it sure is fun to do this stuff yourself.

I am fully aware how funny it sounds to have a vegetarian bragging about her home-cured corned beef.  

Give your photos a nice, faded 70’s glow.

NPR is going Oprah. Bad science (not actually science at all) and bad journalism. Just bad all around, with a few laughable moments pertaining to magic mushrooms, but still really, really bad. And not science.

Did you hear about THIS?

There’s a blog devoted to it as well. 

HERE

 This look is only suitible for slender fellows, I’m afraid. Otherwise, I’d totally make one for hubby. I love the patriotic red white and blue picture.

I cannot believe they got acquittals. I’m actually stunned beyond words.

Tension is common between parents and children, with a major source of tension being housekeeping, or lack thereof.

So there you have it. Want a happy family? Pick up your shit.

THIS is even better than seeing your parent get sacked on take your child to work day.

Geez. This is the world we live in.

via,

Poor Mojo’s Newswire. 

HERE.

That cake of a baby with the "no coathangers" symbol…I dunno.  

Canadian rat fanciers.

Enjoy old advertising and great writing? THIS blog might be for you.

Help out a student with a project about our relationships with food. Makes good reading as well.  

Bwaaaahhaaaa!. I shouldn’t laugh…well actually I should. No really, it hurts when I laugh. Oh my goodness!

Cheap, handmade and just perfect for Mother’s Day. 

Teach your child how to tie knots. 

Letter to a younger self. I can see this becoming the sort of essay they teach in 100 level composition courses. It would certainly be a nice break from the Krutch. I just said that didn’t I? I’ll just get ready for the hate mail one gets for suggesting one needs a break from reading Krutch.  

Growing potatoes in a makeshift wooden box.  

Russian trains.  

THIS is brilliant!