Check us out! The new look of the Brainerd Dispatch website has been
a long time in coming. Some of the staff is all over this new
Blog. Ok, we had the blog feature before, but now, on the new
site, it's suddenly cool!
I know I did it to my kids…and now I’m watching my daughter do it to hers. Those little white lies that don’t really seem to harm anything. I suppose we could get into an ethical debate about whether lying is ever acceptable, but sometimes the things I would tell my kids would cause hours of endless amusement – at least for me. The lifelong damage I did to them is fair game for what my parents (and grand parents) did to me. Pay it forward, right?
"Time flies WAY to fast. Charlie is 1 and learning so much by the day and Jaden will be 3 in just a few short months. It's starting to get fun to watch them play and interact together, but time needs to slow down."
It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words. Oh dear...what, exactly, is my drivers license saying? Looking at the license that just expired I've decided it should be screaming "Did you LOOK in the mirror this morning? "or "What were you thinking with that hair cut?" Seriously, I'm glad there isn't a website devoted to bad drivers license photos. (There's not, is there?)
I'm confused - and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Back in my youth food was not as perplexing as it is now. Breakfast was pancakes & sausage with syrup. Lunch was probably mac & cheese. For dinner Mom would pop a roast out of the oven and set it by the bowl of steaming carrots and potatoes and we were eating health. Apparently that is sooo 1970's.
And why wouldn't I? She's AWESOME! Dogs like this aren't going to be found in any puppy mill or behind the glass box of a pet store. She doesn't have fancy papers or a snooty name. I found her at H.A.R.T.
Probably for the same reason every other critter in the county crosses them. Over the past week I've seen no fewer than 3 dead skunks on the road I drive to work. Although I feel bad for the dead animals, I've always wondered how, exactly, does one manage to hit a skunk?