I read this text from a friend, which I kept because it was so random and funny:
There is a drunk guy at the bar playing a guitar he just won at hardtimes. He has no idea how to play it and he's singing the song '[friend's name]' at the top of his lungs. Oh, and he keeps referring to me as his seductive bartender. I so need to get out of here.
"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist"- Dom Helder Camara,former Archbishop of Olinda and Recife, Brazil.
(courtesy "Verse and Voice of the Day," Sojourners)
Want to give your place a unique look and be in the know before everyone else? Hang one of Angela's photos on the wall. (Yes, I'm biased. Never mind that.)One sample: Want a beautiful, totally cool piece of jewelry no one has? Check Lisa's fabulous stuff. One of my faves:
Regarding the daycare provider who gave children windshield wiper fluid, thinking it was Kool-Aid, one toxicologist remarked, “I think the take-home message is not to have these products in the kitchen or where you’re doing any kind of food preparation.”
Or, here's a wild and crazy idea: Read the flippin' label, you twit!
pop culture, human rights, relationships, humanitarian efforts, music/books/films, food/drink, fashion, religion, and nonsense--a few of the things that interest me. Ask more questions than you offer answers -- and you'll learn a lot more. At least I have.
