I have no business complaining, but I’m gonna do it anyway. I mean, a person has zero right to go off about something when they themselves do it regularly too, right? I am weary, however.
My original intention for the post this week was telling about Kalisha and friends going to the Michael Jackson concert at Headwaters Park in Fort Wayne and a few other Three Rivers Festival experi
As a child, I imagined what kind of a home I'd live in when I was out on my own. It would be tastefully furnished, with matching couch and love seat and it would perpetually be tidy.
1. Someone needs to pee five minutes after you leave the rest stop.
2. You left one of three things back home on the kitchen counter: the camera, the directions or the cooler.
If you give a mom a minute, she'll look out the window as she washes the breakfast dishes and she'll notice how filthy with splatters the window over the sink is, so she'll decide to wash the windo
I don't believe in bribing kids. I don't. Really! No, what you see here is an excellent example of a REWARD.
Kalisha truly enjoys her job at Parkview Field. After she became accustomed to having a job and going when she was scheduled, she has not missed a day.
I woke rudely to the sounds of someone throwing up quite loudly. Soon thereafter a sister reported to my bedside that her brother was a tad green and gross in the bathroom.
So listen, y'all. After last week's manifesto and declaration of war, things have been looking up at my house.
To start, I’m not advocating for willful ignorance. Let’s not all stop using sunblock or start smoking or bring back lead paint. But maybe we can just investigate less. Ask fewer questions.