Okay, gang, I set up an Etsy store for my quilts. Feel free to reblog, pin, stumble, lick, press, schmoogle, talk shit to your friends, etc.
There’s a new mag in town. Libertine Magazine: “For Interested Women”
Founder and editor Debbi Evans explains:
“to redefine the ‘women’s interest’ category. In addition to luxury lifestyle content we cover tech, science and business, and celebrate high achieving maverick women for the contents of their brains, not their beds. There is no fashion or beauty content in issue 1, unless you count a piece on the semiotics of handbags. There’s nothing like it, and we’re really excited (and relieved!) to have finally got it out there.”
I love everything about this.
Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: Moore Tornado Survivor Finds Her Dog in Rubble
This morning, Moore, Oklahoma resident Barbara Garcia was in the middle of an interview with CBS News about losing her home and her beloved companion dog to the deadly tornado, when something miraculous unfolded right in front of them and the viewers at home (starting at 1:32). Just try not to tear up.
It’s been so, so hard coming to terms with the loss of Jake. I’m still crying every day. Mornings are tough… for a sleepy split-second I always think I hear him sighing from his bed. Or I expect to see his little face peering over the mattress, checking on me. And evenings are tough… Jake used to lie outside and watch the driveway for Randy to get home, and then we’d all wheel out the trashcans or check the mail “as a family” because Jake wouldn’t go if we ALL didn’t go, he made a big dramatic thing about it. So it’s all tough, really, all day is tough.
We’ve talked about other dogs, and we’ve been sort of cautiously researching the rescue sites in our area. I say cautiously because I don’t know that we’re ready to make a decision yet. There have been a couple of dogs that have caught my eye— one in particular, a 4-year-old Australian cattle dog who was pulled off the euthanasia list— but I’m worried we might be making a move out of grief rather than a genuine desire to adopt another dog. I’m worried if we do something too soon, we might find ourselves inadvertently resenting a new dog purely because the new dog isn’t the dog we’re grieving for. I don’t want to try to replace Jake, but I do want another dog. What’s the time stamp protocol on that?
Hey facebook, I know the person who makes these. Pretty sure I could ask her. Also stop stalking what I look at on etsy.
MY PLAN IS WORKING.
Me: I’m opting out of the body scanners.
TSA: Ok. You’re gonna get a pat down.
Me: ok. Knock yourself out.
TSA: Just out of curiosity, why did you opt your of the scanner?
Me: I figure if you guys touch enough balls, eventually you’ll push back against your superiors.
TSA: Naw, not us, man!
Never go through the back spatter machines. I travel with enough cancer as it is, thanks. I’ve been through two airports recently where they’d removed the back spatter machines and replaced them with the machines that use radio waves. A step in the right direction.