Today, you’ll just have to forgive me. With the boys off from school the past few days, no help at home (my babysitter is away for 6 weeks), and 4 kids in this house right now, I AM A LITTLE FREAKY this Friday. When everyone returns to school on Monday, and therefore so does my brain, we will be back with all the “on the fence” issues.
Perhaps you’ve followed this story.
Bethany Storro, 28, from Vancouver, claimed a young woman walked up to her daughter and said, “Hey pretty girl, do you want to drink this?” and then tossed a cup of acid in her face.
She later admitted it was a hoax. She tossed a cup of acid IN HER OWN FACE.
Yesterday she revealed her motive: To get a free facelift.
Prosecutors say the 28 year old will be arrested once she leaves the hospital, and will be facing felony charges. If convicted, she can spend up to five years in prison.
She’s coming off a recent divorce.
Writer Erica Diamond is on a mission to inspire her readers ‘to wake up and have a purpose’
By PAUL DELEAN, The Gazette
This all started when one of my Twitter followers, (a male), said to me… “You need to write more about sex.” I replied, “I always blog about sex.” He answered, “You only touch on it. I mean a whole Blog post. On sex and the married life. On sex and the penny in the jar concept.” For those of you who don’t know what the penny in the jar theory is, it’s this: if you put a penny in a jar for every time you had sex before marriage, and then remove one for every time you have sex AFTER marriage, you’ll never empty the jar.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO ANISSA?”
This was posted about twenty messages into a thread of emails back on November 17, 2009.
Earlier in that thread I had let everyone know that I would be leaving shortly, that international calls were outrageously priced, and who to contact in case of emergency. I was out shopping for a media cruise I was taking with other bloggers, preparing to leave the very next day.
The fall of 2006 should have been one of the happiest times of my life. My first book, My Sister, My Self, had just been published and I’d just completed a book tour speaking at bookstores and community centers across the United States about sister relationships, the subject of my book. Planning the trip, I’d envisioned how great it would be out there driving the open road alone, listening to local radio stations and getting the chance to talk with dozens of women about a topic dear to their hearts. Although the reality of driving three thousand miles across America proved to be much more challenging than I’d expected, at least I had backup. During our nightly phone calls, my husband of twenty-one years was cheering me on, telling me how proud he was, always encouraging me.
My evening last night didn’t quite start out on the right note. In fact, I called my friend, a subscriber to this Blog, and told her, “I’ve just left my house with World War 2 going on.” My dear hubby and I were like passing ships in the night. I had to leave at 6:30pm to attend a charity event, and he was going to be in charge of finishing up dinner, homework and bath. As I was leaving, my 3 year old was running around naked, my big son was twirling the food around in his plate, and there was just enormous chaos during that bewitching hour. Oh the bewitching hour! In fact, had I not been going to a place where alcohol was to be served, I would have drank at home. No doubt. Just one of those days… And when he said to me, “How come the homework wasn’t done, and you’ve left everything for me,” I smiled at him and lovingly said, “Honey, figure it out.” And off I went. And he did… cuz all men figure it out when they HAVE to. 😉
Shooting the cover of the Business section yesterday.
Exciting. 😉
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But then during our round, we started hearing from other people about the attacks. That these plane crashes were no accident. I remember the hair standing up on my arms and tears flowing from my eyes. Four crashes– 2 into the World Trade Towers, one into the Pentagon, and one into the middle of a field, thanks to many brave people on board that flight including Todd Beamer (do you remember his story- “Let’s roll!”?)
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