dduane:

amandaonwriting:

Editor’s Mug:

Remember to close all parentheses. We’re not paying to air condition the entire paragraph.

(grin)

Just as important in coding as grammar…

(via runespoor)

A glorious day, the weather was perfect and we had a chance to enjoy almost all the swamps had to offer.

Small World - Reminded me of M*A*S*H plus gattors…

“I was a dandelion puff…Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence. Others saw the potential of what I could do for them, so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs. They blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots, changing me to suit them. Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed to be erased.” 

― Nicole Bailey-Williams

A field of wishes waiting to be wished upon.

Jodi Arias has been found guilty of brutally killing her ex-boyfriend. She stated during her trial “I don’t even hurt spiders.” … It appears he was not a spider.

I don’t know perhaps she had her reasons…

I have seen this floating around and the addition was inspired by my lunch…

(Source: skata-mefraoules, via fra-sjo)

Southern fried chicken and Sushi - probably not the wisest pairing. 

Very true.

Spanish moss covered trees.  Little known fact about Spanish moss - it’s related to pineapples.  Back in the day people used it to stuff furniture and mattresses.  This turned out to not be a very good idea as the moss is home to an insect called a “chigger”.  You would go to sleep on your soft moss filled mattress and wake up covered in Chigger bites.

Unexpected patch of pretty in the middle of someplace it just didn’t belong.

theselfemployedchemist:

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

Chicken Nugger

Reminds me of a sign in a Chinese restaurant window - “Takey outty” available.

(Source: stantanic)