You tell ’em sister, you tell ’em good.
‘Cause I’m feeling much the same. Except, of course, my dark personal moments are found floating in the pool with my daughters. But other than that, it’s pretty much the same.
[Image source (and it’s a fucking gold mine): jblyth.com/blog_06]
The only bike rides I’ve done of late is dragging a trailer down to the local stables so we can watch the horse run around a couple of times. Well, that and hit up some bitch’n playground equipment down at the local elementary school. Say what you will of Phoenix (hot, evil, huge, hell, and the like), but know this: you can get your playground on hard down here, son.
Welcome to the big leagues. I hope you brought your A game. ‘Cause you’re gonna need it. Trust me. Run a few dozen laps around that with the kiddos when it’s a buck five out and tell me you didn’t get a sweat up. Yeah. Hit the showers. You earned it today, buddy.
Republicans propagating falsehoods…: washingtonpost.com
It’s the shoes money, it’s the shoes: dromarti.com
The shirts of champions: embrocation.blogspot.com
Rocking the town halls made easy: talkingpointsmemo.com
Oh, now it makes perfect sense: andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com
The hidden hand of Dick Cheney: salon.com
As good as any other, I suppose: huffingtonpost.com
Here are a few music sites I’ve been looking at lately, in no particular order: