Just a little (link) love: teeny tiny sheepdog edition
October 17, 2019
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As I work on our Lakota family needs lists, I reflect on how incredibly lucky and filthy rich we are, with the Bitches: “I’ve been dancing around a point, but here it is: listening to rich people refer to themselves as “middle class” makes my skin crawl.”
Imagine the depths of the grief and trauma of the black community as these murders by law enforcement keep happening. This needs to stop. It needs to not be ok.
Three more small things to be more green from Tortoise Happy.
I’m not sure of all the ins and outs of this arrangement but it LOOKS like the Healthcare Anchor Network is a good thing. I hope it is.
I adore seeing people’s experiences with palaces in the sky (at least for people I like anyway).
Pay inequality is still a thing. This is why I negotiate hard, knowing that I’ll be penalized for negotiating too, but knowing that at least I show my worth many times over so I should at least negotiate for as much as I can even while a white male doing the job I’m doing would automatically be paid much more without having to ask for it.
How did your parents embarrass you? I assume mine did but I can’t remember any embarrassed by parents stories from childhood.
I had no idea this is why Sesame Street revealed Mr. Snuffleupagus. I also didn’t know that the show viewed Big Bird as the ostensible stand in for the child audience.
“The Two Questions’ came from trying to write something good and not getting very far because I had forgotten that trying to write something good before I write anything at all is like refusing to give birth unless you know for sure it is going to be a very good baby.” I laugh because it me in more ways than one.
Making friends as adults. I do envy little kids and their ability to make friends easily now that I’ve witnessed it in JB. I was as hermitlike as you could get at 4 years old and hated the idea of people. I didn’t so much make friends as have some happen to me. I still miss that first friend I ever made on my own in third grade – it took that long – and we remained fast friends even though were in totally different circles by high school. Now only eight years into my life in the Bay Area, I’m finally making the effort to make friends and it’s still every bit as difficult now for me as it was for child me. Ugh.
Move along, rams!
Next step get ram lambs out of paddock into Windcharger field…… pic.twitter.com/bMav25VRQY
— Worlds Smallest Sheepdog (@WSheepdog) September 27, 2019
