God, I wonder if there's a market for that -- tutoring homeschooled kids in my areas.
If not, you should create it. There have to be lots of rich folks who want to homeschool their kids without doing any work themselves.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
God, I wonder if there's a market for that -- tutoring homeschooled kids in my areas.
If not, you should create it. There have to be lots of rich folks who want to homeschool their kids without doing any work themselves.
I adore Emperor Norton and the way the Bay Area cooperated with his worldview.
Emperor Norton is one of my role models.
Emperor Norton is one of my role models.
If you lived in San Francisco you'd already be an Empress.
People left pennies on Norton's tombstone. The two shiny ones you see on the left are from me and Emmett. Tribute was given to the Emperor.
I like graveyards but have no desire to take up space in one. I'd rather have a tree planted (with a plaque, if my loved ones wanted something written). Cremate me and toss my ashes in the ocean.
Emmett continues to impress!
I like graveyards but have no desire to take up space in one.
Me too. Part of me would like to have my ashes shot into space, but another part of me sees that as a huge waste of resources.
I know! Use my ashes to fertilize catnip....
My brother got this crazy idea somewhere that he wants a bench to be made of his bones (including skull) in a park or somewhere, with a vaguely pompous plaque that then invites you to sit your ass down on him. He wants to continue to unnerve and alarm people in death.
A lot of my relatives are buried down in Colma, which I only learned recently. Don't know which cemetery, though.
Having purchased my burial plot, I have gotten to lie on the grass where coffin will be buried and check out the ambience. FTR, it's lovely.
Love Emperor Norton. In favor of Empress Jilli.
I already have a grave site, in Massachusetts. The cemetery where my grandparents and several other relatives were buried was filling up, so my mom purchased six plots -- her own, my dad's, me, my sister, and our future husbands.
I went to the gym, did not kill any tourists on the way home, and my arms are sore from lifting weights. Someone send a cabana boy chef to my place so he can make me dinner.
Or I could just heat up leftovers and cook tomorrow.