As much as I dislike posting political, sometimes I have to.
The ridiculous factor has been off the charts lately and every morning I wake up thinking, “what now?”. Be it President Musk giving a press conference from the Oval Office …
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(Conflict of interest? Nah, must be a coincidence.)
… or Trump turning the Gaza Strip into a middle eastern Atlantic City, we really are down the rabbit hole Alice.
On top of everything else, this ludicrous renaming trend has my eyes rolling more than is healthy. I read Google maps caved immediately, but I had higher hopes for Apple.
** Update because I always schedule posts a few days ahead**
After democratic outcry about the “coincidence” I spoke of above?
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“The procurement document previously contained a line item that read: “Armored Tesla (Production Units)” — a reference to products from Elon Musk‘s electric vehicle company, Tesla. It was listed as a five-year contract and valued at $400 million, making it the biggest item on the list.
As of Wednesday night at 9:12 p.m. EST, the line item has been revised. It now reads “Armored Electric Vehicles.” It’s still listed as a five-year contract worth $400 million.”
Bring an avid collector, one of my guy’s favorite programs is Antiques Roadshow. He watches it religiously, envious of all the people who clean out their attics and find priceless treasure.
While I watch the show and see hundreds of people standing in endless lines in the hot sun, clutching and dragging cumbersome objects, inching forward in slow motion for a mind boggling number of tedious hours, just to spend two minutes with an appraiser who tells them grandma’s objet d’art is a fake…
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My husband sees the lucky 6 out of 6,000 people who have something worthy and simply knows that could be him.
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So when I saw this article in a local paper…
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I decided to give him the chance to be lucky.
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After a bit of research I discovered you don’t pay for tickets, they’re free. The catch is… the only way to get them is to enter a sweepstakes. You sign up, submit your name (one per household) and hope they pick you.
So that’s what I did.
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And since my husband’s birthday is right around the bend, I printed that announcement out and put it in a wrapped gift box.
My fingers are crossed they pick our name… not because I want to stand in line for all those bunion busting hours, but because I love my guy and it would make him happy.
And hey, the blog fodder factor could be off the charts.
I love animals and enjoy learning quirky facts about their remarkable lives.
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Not exactly subtle, but it sure beats yo yo dieting and spending hours getting ready for that first date.
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This doesn’t surprise me at all. AI has a long way to go when it comes to simple tasks.
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Brainless? Seems like there’s a whole lotta of seawater being pumped through Washington these days.
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Owls rock.
We rescued an injured barn owl years ago and took him to an avian shelter for treatment. I rode in a car for an hour with an owl on my lap! It was a once in a lifetime experience.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.