Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
I’m taking my girlfriend to breakfast, but it’s got nothing to do with Mother’s Day. She’s clocking in to work at the reasonable hour of eleven o’clock, so we’re going to take advantage and spend some time together.
The Freeberg family doesn’t have any actual mothers in it. The Freeberg-male eccentricity drove them all off; the ones who managed to survive it, anyway. Mom died years ago, “Kidzmom” is off in Nevada and it’s up to the boy to take the initiative to honor his Mother, and in his fourteenth year I hope to hell he’s got enough going on to do it without being reminded. If not, I’ll give him a good thumpin’ when he gets here and that will be my Mother’s Day contribution.
That, and bitching about the long line at the restaurant.
Anyway. Hope yours is happy. Let Mom know you’re thinking of her, while she’s still here.
Update: “I have no doubt that as a matter of course, she handled pains that would have crushed me, and whatever strength I may have, I credit to her and to God.” Professor Mondo delivers up some wonderful prose describing the story behind his white carnation. It fits ours as well, as it happens.
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Mine was a lovely Mother’s Day, this year. My daughter is a mother for the first time, and her sister in law is one, too. So four mothers all got together and the males of our clan threw a picnic. I did lots of cooking, and they were grateful for that. We got flowers and plants and potting soil and ceramic planters, which is right and good. By this time tomorrow, I will have planted my tower of herbs in their multi chamber planter. Better than jewelry.
- Jewel | 05/08/2011 @ 20:29…and I am serious as a heart attack about the galvanized steel double bin wash tubs on legs…and the Borax. Borax actually softens the hard water out here. Mild as kitties.