You Will Want to Eat at My House for the Next Month

I went hunting for scavenged underground recipes for those delicious chicken salads and thai noodles and yummy other side dishes they sell at Fresh Market for like $6 a pound, and it turns out THEY PUBLISH THEIR RECIPES ONLINE. FOR FREE. I almost want to print it all out now in case they take it down later. Go read. Be happy.

Bloggers, Unite!

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Princess Molly

No, you cannot eat her. I already did.

Remember Being a Teenager?

we are going to be paid back...very soon.

watch this.

Goosebumps

Read this.

Florida Softshell Turtle

I've lived in Florida my entire life and never seen one of these ugly little suckers. On the way to camp this morning we saw a gigantic turtle in the middle of the road. No one had hit it yet, so we all hopped out of the car and I carried it across the street to the little pond it was surely trying to reach. It was kind of gross, not like a regular turtle at all. It made for an exciting morning adventure with the kids. Thankfully it did not pee on me.

I'm sure that in addition to photos, the internet also offers recipes for softshell turtle soup.

Hey Look, It's Summer in Florida

Mah Butt

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Dr. Tiller

I have been so sad about this all day. Not just because a man was murdered, or a family lost a father and grandfather, or that women lost an advocate in the face of a terrible situation, but rather because that terrible situation exists in the first place. all of the political pulling from side to side forgets one major point: that the women who went to Dr. Tiller's clinic did so under extraordinary and heart-wrenching circumstances.

WHY would a woman choose to end a pregnancy in the third trimester? why on earth would anyone do such a thing? because of unspeakable deformities and defects -- natural oddities that most people can't even imagine. what do you do when the child you are carrying has physical and mental deformities that will lead to a painful and early death? the majority of women helped by Dr. Tiller were facing unbelievably sad and difficult circumstances and had no place else to go for help. he provided a service -- abortion, euthanasia, infanticide, whatever you choose to call it -- that no mother ever wants to voluntarily request for her unborn child.

his death reminded me today of all the many things that can go unspeakably wrong with the miracle of birth, and how painful it is to choose termination of a pregnancy instead. now those women will have no where to go.

so very sad... all of it.



like-minded links:
Cecily's story
Salon

Bedtime Story

The Very Hungry Caterpillar, by Eric Poo

In the light of the moon, a little poo lay on a leaf.
(maniacal laughter)
One Sunday morning, the warm poo came up and *pop* out of the poo, came a tiny, and very hungry poo.
He started to look for some poo.

On Monday (you guessed it) he ate through one poo, but he was still hungry.
On Tuesday, he ate through two poos, but he was still hungry.
On Wednesday, he ate through three poos, but he was still hungry.
On Thursday, he ate through four poos, but he was still hungry.
On Friday, he ate through five poos, but he was still hungry.
(painful, gut wrenching laughter)
On Saturday, he ate through one piece of poo cake, one poo cone, one poo-kle, one slice of poo, one slice of poo-lami, one poo-pop, one piece of poo pie, one poo-sage, one poo cake, and one slice of poo.
That night, he had a tummy ache!

(deep breath)

The next day was Pooday again.
The caterpillar ate through one nice green poo,
and after that, he felt much better.

Now, he wasn't hungry any more.
And he wasn't a little poo any more,
he was a BIG FAT POO.

(no mommy *gasp gasp* that's not a poopy, it's a widdle caterpillar!)

He built a small house, called a poo, around himself.
He stayed inside for more than two poos.
Then he nibbled a hole in the poo, pushed his poo out, and...

he was a beautiful poo!

the end.