what IS that atom on Allyson's neck?

A lithium atom.

ita, she didn't krav him this time. She did krav someone at hockey, though. It ended with a 40-year-old guy on the ice crying.

She likes level 2, but misses morning classes. The truth is, it's hard for either of us to do anything at night. Which reminds me, I should go yogaglo.

It ended with a 40-year-old guy on the ice crying

I'm sorry I missed that. Nobody should mess with her, and now they're going to pay.

Craziness. And scary!

We have less confrontation here in the boonies. Like, we just got a speeding ticket, and it was all entirely without seeing or speaking to anyone. Handy.

But we knew it was coming, because we saw the camera flash as we went by. But it's stupid! It's 35 there because there was a development going in. But the development failed and no one actually lives there! So it's a 35 mph speed limit in the middle of a totally empty highway. Which we knew, yes, and we were speeding, yes, so we'll pay. But sheesh.

Thank you, ita, Hubby was peering at it and going "I know that atom. To the periodic table!"

things shared on the adoption blog that killed me ded.

girls playing a game that has questions on cards. question is: "What is the best thing about your childhood?"

adopted daughter, been here more than a year asks: "What is childhood?"

That is kill me #1.

Childhood is explained as her life now and when she was younger, all the years she is a child.

Without a beat she says "having parents."

DED.

They're sticking Kanye into every damned thing.

Seriously!

Yesterday and today it rained and rained, and after this evening's deluge, I have a lake in my backyard. I just heard on the news that the a sinkhole opened up in the shopping center that's less than a mile away, where I was buying groceries this afternoon.

Rain is good. After four years of watering restrictions, including the six-month period in which there was no watering allowed at all, I will not complain about rain. I just wish it would pace itself better.

By relocating ourselves, we shake loose the shackles of expectation.

Oh I so relate to this. I will never fit in around Jacksonville. And it's not that I mind not fitting in, but I do mind intensely that my children are made to feel less than because they dare to be different. I can't even begin to tell you how Nate has blossomed away from his old school and having the freedom to interact with other kids strictly via online classes. Yesterday, he turned to me, and completely out of the blue said, "I love school, Mom. I really love learning again because I feel like I can."

So I know I can give him that, but I want a broader sense of that for him and for Abby and yeah, for myself. I want to be able to breathe again and feel as if I'm myself.

Your link is wonky, bon.

I can't believe someone bothered to register a whole domain.