Came across this interesting story recently. During lunch at work, I ate 3 plates of beans (which I know I shouldn’t). When I got home, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly, “Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.”
An elderly man had owned a large farm in Florida for years. There was a large pond in the back that was perfectly shaped for swimming. The man had fixed the area around the pond up nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts and a combination of orange and lime tress…
I was transferring some old business files to new boxes yesterday when I can across a purchase receipt that was somewhat amusing while being somewhat stomach turning at the same time. It was the receipt for my first laptop, purchased in 1997 from a local company.
At a total price of $3,639.39, that’s a whopping price to pay compared to today’s pricing. Wait till you hear what almost four grand bought you back then.
The astonishingly restrictive ways of homeowners associations (HOAs) came under scrutiny this month when a Sussex Square, Virginia, HOA demanded that a 90-year-old World War II vet remove an unapproved flag pole from his front yard. After receiving support from members of Congress, and even the Obama administration, Medal of Honor recipient Van T. Barfoot, who once singlehandedly took on three Nazi tanks, triumphed in his quest to fly Old Glory. Other homeowners haven’t been as lucky in their battles against their own HOAs’ “fascist” rules.
A good friend of mine sent me a list of past predictions, some which are several years old and some that are quite off. I’ll say nothing further but simply allow you to enjoy them as I did.
It has happened twice now. Some nameless carpet cleaning company calls my cell phone (a no no in the first place) to try to get me to schedule service with them. It is a computer that actually calls which then prompts me to select the number 1 to schedule appointment. I am then sent over to a “real” human being whom I assume schedules the service.
This is a humorous look at what our interior control panels might look like.
I was driving around today in my neighborhood and saw an older guy walking his dog, leash in one hand and bag of dog doodoo in the other. That is just so wrong. Not that the guy is being responsible and picking up after his dog but that the dog poops while walking in the first place.
Now that we have a newborn in the house (our first grandson), I’m finding myself having to brush up a bit on how to properly care for him. Even though we have raised three children, it has been what seems like a lifetime since they were infants.
Here is a look at what a dog’s diary might look like compared to what a cat’s diary might look like – the difference between dogs and cats.
