US millionaire leaves estate to Wombat Awareness Organisation
IN a real-life fairytale, an American millionaire has bequeathed $8 million to the Mannum-based Wombat Awareness Organisation.
"We are still in shock, we're still waiting for someone to say the money's not coming," director Brigitte Stevens said yesterday.
"It's unbelievable really, we're just blown away."
The millionaire, whose family has requested anonymity, unexpectedly visited the team of volunteers about two years ago to see the southern hairy-nosed wombats in the wild.
"I took him out into the wild population and showed him wombats with mange, wombats that were starving to death and wombats with burrows from motorbike tyres," she said.
The millionaire, who worked in the horse-racing industry, was captivated by the volunteers' tireless efforts to save what may be becoming an endangered icon.
I learned to use a sleep mask years ago when I had to get good rest in the daytime. It makes a big difference because I have a lot of ambient light.
We go to sleep with the radio on, usually BBC. Soothing voices are very nice (and kinda mask the DH's varied and NON-soothing snoring). The flickering lights of a TV would not be sleepy-making for me at all, but the DH prefers to nap in front of the TV.
This is cool (from Sullivan's blog):
It Gets Better
After yet another teen suicide by a gay kid after relentless bullying, ignored by his high school in Indiana, Dan Savage is starting a new project:
I’ve launched a channel on YouTube—www.youtube.com/itgetsbetterproject—to host these videos. My normally camera-shy husband and I already posted one. We both went to Christian schools and we were both bullied—he had it a lot worse than I did—and we are living proof that it gets better. We don’t dwell too much on the past. Instead, we talk mostly about all the meaningful things in our lives now—our families, our friends (gay and straight), the places we’ve gone and things we’ve experienced—that we would’ve missed out on if we’d killed ourselves then.
Another way to help this continuing crisis is to support the Trevor Project, which runs a suicide hotline for gay kids, and has saved many lives.
So. Today is Elephant Appreciation Day. It is an actual day, but one of my best friends and I have been celebrating it pretty regularly for many years now by telling each other horrible elephant jokes. All. Day. Long.
A sample:
How do you put an elephant in a Volkswagon Beetle?
Open the door. Insert elephant. Close the door.
How do you fit 4 elephants in a Beetle?
2 in the front and 2 in the back.
How do you know if an elephant is visiting you?
A VW Bug is parked outside your place with 3 elephants in it.
I've got two bad elephant jokes! The first is on a wee totebag I've had since I was little: How do you know if there's an elephant in your bed? (other side) There's an E on his pajamas.
The second is: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rhinocerous?
Elefino!
What do you do with an elephant with 3 balls?
Walk him and pitch to the rhino.
Nasty cat-pee chair is OUT. And it was inundated. Gross. But I was right.
See? SEE?!
Ahem.
