PopFi presents us with this monstrosity. I’d kill a neighbor over less. Yikes.
Though cougars look cute and cuddly, they’re dangerous. Luckily PopFi shows you how to fend off those scary attacks.
Wouldn’t this be nice?
Photo: brittney on flickr
Ron Hogan at Popfi asks the question: is a mural on exterior house walls a good thing or a bad thing? Who decides beauty in this case?
Dude makes his own roller coaster. Rawk.
1. Sleep is important. More important than we really know. When I’m not sleeping, I can’t seem to get anything together. I might have more time by not sleeping much, but I can’t get my act together anyway, so why bother? Sleep! Sleep!
2. You don’t have to do silly tricks for people to like you. See, dogs will go out of their way to make you like them. They’ll do silly tricks like sneezing on command, or dancing around in a circle. I used to be like that, but I realized that cats don’t do tricks at all and we still love them. Now I’m just myself whenever and wherever I go. People like me anyway. Awesome.
3. Speak softly and carry a large set of claws. Dogs go around barking all the time, but most of them won’t ever bite. They’re just loud and annoying. Cats, on the other hand (unless they’re a Siamese) only need to say things once. Then if they’ve had it with you, they whip out their claws and make their preferences known. This is much more effective than barking constantly, trust me.
What life lessons have you learned from your cat?
Another one of those “better when grown together” type things is the “Three Sisters” garden– growing corn, squash, and beans together on a mounded hill. Why is it called “Three Sisters”? Hit the link to find out more.
Tell me, how many of you wanted a pony when you were a child? I’ll admit it, I wanted a pony in the worst possible way. Living in the city, my parents told me no, of course, but they did take me to visit my cousins in the country who had ponies and knew how to ride them.
My kids aren’t so lucky. They have no country cousins, so they not only don’t get a pony, but they don’t get to ride one either. Somehow, I don’t feel sorry for them.
Do your kids have a pony?