Wow thanks for sharing your journey with us... I will have to save your blog to follow. My prayers 🙏🌹 are sending to you and yours. You have a lovely family 😻 and I hope this turns out well for you. You're very brave to be living this and writing about it.
I'm sure others will be inspired by your truth and expressing it in your own words.
Blessings
Diane 😸
I don't recall ever playing with mercury, but I certainly remember mercury-based thermometers. Nowadays, of course, thermometers are mostly digital. As far as the insidiousness of "racism and bigotry training" is concerned - yup.
MLB told to ban Number 42? Yup - fake news. A biography of Jackie Robinson no longer on the shelves at the U.S. Naval Academy pursuant to instructions issued by the Pentagon in accordance with the President's Executive Order? Not so fake news. Just unreal.
My son has the same problem gagging on tomatoes although he can do ketchup. I hate the horsestuff, too, although I can take a tiny dab here or there, but it just burns. Only yellow mustard for me. I always pay good attention when ordering any deli sandwich and ask for "yellow" and watch as they make it.
Selling your soul only feels wrong while you have one. Once it's gone, you don't miss it at all. - The Gospel of Trump
I called the university and booked some time on their scanning electron microscope today. I wanted to see if I could find some respect for President Trump. No go.
I felt bad about it for a minute and then I thought, Wait, maybe I should look at him instead of me. If I can detect any reason at all to respect him, then I might feel better.
I set the microscope to its maximum magnification and looked for compassion, kindness, or humility. Nope, nope, and nope.
Well, Christian virtues aren't everything. Maybe I can find courage, integrity, or wisdom. Not a trace.
There has to be something positive, what about humor, intelligence, or good looks? Not even a blip.
Then the view became murky, and I realized that the lens was completely fouled with uttered bullshit.
I shook my head in disappointment and left. My time slot was about done, anyway.
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