Six months ago, I was making less than pennies. Half a cent per word writing plant care guide sheets, to be exact.
A year ago, I didn’t have a job at all.
Well okay, I stayed home to take care of my kids, but I still do. When someone asks me my job now, they don’t go “Oh wow, that’s soooo important” with that simpering, patronizing tone anymore. They recognize me as a contributing member of society.
*As an aside, can everyone just agree to stop that? Caring for children is soooo important and can be a ton of fun…
Ask any Midwesterner where they used to vacation as a child, and chances are they will immediately answer, Wisconsin Dells. Surrounded by miles of untouched natural beauty, The Dells is the ultimate thrill-seekers’ tourist trap and Wisconsinites’ default vacation destination.
The self-described waterpark capital of the world, The Dells boasts the largest concentration of waterparks on Earth — a title no sane city would ever dare challenge. And indeed, the sheer number of waterslides is overwhelming to even the biggest splash pool enthusiast.
But just steps from Mount Olympus, an inexplicably Ancient Greek-themed amusement park complete with a death-defying rollercoaster…
“So, ah, there’s something you should know before we go through with this,” said Clyde as he knelt in the soggy grass.
“Oh god, anything, Clyde! I love you so much!” Jessica cried, mascara streaking down her cheeks. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Packer!”
“Yeah see that’s the thing,” he began tentatively. “My name isn’t Clyde Packer.”
Jessica’s bloodshot eyes widened and the grin fixed on her face. Her voice quavered. “What?”
Her mind brimmed with horrible scenarios. Had he truly been lying to her this whole time? Was Clyde on the run? Living under an assumed name? Wait…
I like scary movies. My dog, apparently, does not.
Now, some might say my dog was responding to my reaction to the film and that dogs don’t actually watch television. Nuh-uh. That’s nonsense. I have a strong stomach for horror, and if not for Neville’s freakout post-movie, I probably would’ve forgotten the flick altogether.
He definitely watched it.
Pooka Lives! is the story of a child’s stuffed animal that randomly repeats what it hears — sometimes with a nice voice, sometimes not. The toy gained a cult following, then a few thirty-somethings decided to mess around and give it a…
You are an expert in your field, or close to it. You know your business inside and out. What makes your business stand out, your edge over the competition, the nitty-gritty specs for your product — you’ve got it all down cold.
Your customers, on the other hand…
And now you need to produce content to get those customers to understand why you’re the best of the best.
Your first instinct is probably to just flat out tell them you’re the best. Direct, but ineffective.
Then you think again and decide, no, let’s show them with all the technical specifications…
Finches are lovely pets, inside and out.
They’re mild-mannered, stay small, eat a steady diet of seeds, and tend to be lower-maintenance as far as birds go. Give them plenty of space to hop around and socialize, and a handful of finches will reward you with a light, chirpy song.
Best of all, domestic finches are available in a rainbow of colors, from drab gray to a technicolor explosion. Not that you’d pick a pet based solely on looks, but it sure doesn’t hurt that these bouncy little birds are among the most striking pets on the market.
Colorado is one of my favorite states.
It’s home to the Avalanche (who absolutely should’ve beaten VGK last week) and the first time I saw the Rocky Mountains, I was speechless. Literally. That has never happened to me ever again — just ask anyone. This state has some phenomenal restaurants, an outstanding B&B that I never wanted to leave, and Boulder is at the top of my list if and when we ever move away from Wisconsin. Colorado, I love you.
And you know what else is cool about CO?
Okay, so it isn’t such a Coloradan novelty these…
Everyone knows a friend of a friend of a friend who has a pet skunk.
But I have a confession. I’ve always kind of wanted to be that friend with a skunk.
Can you blame me? They look so soft and cuddly. And I mean, just look at this adorable face!
But the only skunks I’ve ever encountered have been huddled under my front porch, lumbering across the lawn, or eternally resting on the side of the road. I’ve never had the chance to pet that luscious black and white fur.
I wonder what it’d be like to cut out…
Gas in the DeLorean? Check.
Barbarian repellent? Robot milk? Better head to The Time Travel Mart in LA.
This tongue-in-cheek bodega has all the necessities for successful time travel — no matter which direction you’re headed. From canned primordial soup to evil robot memory erasers (they’re magnets) The Time Travel Mart has you covered.
If you’re an android (it’s okay, we won’t tell) you can buy instant emotions like fear, envy, happiness, boredom, or Schadenfreude to help you blend in with the humans. For forward-travelers, pick up a can of mammoth chunks. …
You know that friend who has only one story? A story they tell over and over and made it their entire identity… But it’s one of those ‘had to be there’ kind of stories?
That’s Walnut Ridge, Arkansas.
Walnut Ridge is a sleepy little town in Arkansas that has only 5,300ish residents, an exceptional parks and rec situation, and is nicely situated on the Rock n’ Roll Highway between Jonesboro and Memphis. It simply exudes small-town Southern charm.
And it has a story to tell.
It’s not a long story.
It’s not even a terribly exciting story.
But it’s theirs…