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Yesterday's meeting went alright, but regardless of outcome dealing with the superiors put me in an inflammatory mood, and the ridiculously hot heat hasn't helped my mood much. LOL, alliteration! Anyway, today's bow is arguably my most controversial bow.
I voted for Trump, and I'd do it again. Sue me. LOL, kinda ironic considering that I was extolling the virtues of kindness yesterday. Despite what the lamestream media will tell you, Trump supporters are fully capable of being kind if given the chance. Indeed, one of my favorite things to do is give a sad friend a big fat hug, regardless of who they voted for! Anyway, the Etsy shop was CheerBowFactoryInc, and big surprise, they appear to be defunct. If you swing to the left Etsy has options for you too.
Okay, enuff soapboxing. The meeting actually went very well; we talked about a whole bunch of stupid rules that the state of Missouri is putting in place for libraries, and if we don't follow 'em TO THE BOOK then we lose our funding. It was clear that our bosses weren't any happier about it than we were, and their job was just to pass the message along from the state to us. Don't kill the messenger, right? As an aside, the creep who put all these Big Brother laws into effect will be running for governor, AND HE AIN'T GETTIN' MY VOTE!!! I don't care if he's got an R, a D, an I, or a G beside his name.
Ah well, whatever will be will be. Last night I heard the season's first bottle rocket, which is kinda late for that sort of thing. Usually I'm hearing fireworks around the first day of summer, but either my neighbors just don't give a crap or I'm not paying close enuff attention...or a little of both. As I stated last week I'm not a huge fan of bottle rockets...or firecrackers...or ANYTHING that's all blow and no show. Hell, what's the point of noise if there's not something pretty to go with it??? I'll make an exception with snappers, though. Y'know, these things.
I freaking love these things. My sister and I used to stockpile these in our bedrooms and then go outside with a box or two when we got bored and have some noisy fun. Being the ornery older sister that I am my favorite thing to do was throw them at my sister's sandal-shod feet (her equally ornery boyfriend encouraged this shenanigan). As with all fireworks there'd be a dud or two in the mix, one that wouldn't go off when we dropped it, and inevitably Mama would find it when she went out to start the car. She'd either step on it or roll over it with the car, and she'd come back in later and say "I found one of your little snappy things out there." But no, these were all noise and no show, but they were still a lot of fun. I wonder if the fireworks stands still carry 'em??? I haven't been to one of the stands in ages, so I wouldn't know. If any of y'all know for a fact, let me know!
Love and flash-bang,
RagingMoon1987
Okay, enuff soapboxing. The meeting actually went very well; we talked about a whole bunch of stupid rules that the state of Missouri is putting in place for libraries, and if we don't follow 'em TO THE BOOK then we lose our funding. It was clear that our bosses weren't any happier about it than we were, and their job was just to pass the message along from the state to us. Don't kill the messenger, right? As an aside, the creep who put all these Big Brother laws into effect will be running for governor, AND HE AIN'T GETTIN' MY VOTE!!! I don't care if he's got an R, a D, an I, or a G beside his name.
Ah well, whatever will be will be. Last night I heard the season's first bottle rocket, which is kinda late for that sort of thing. Usually I'm hearing fireworks around the first day of summer, but either my neighbors just don't give a crap or I'm not paying close enuff attention...or a little of both. As I stated last week I'm not a huge fan of bottle rockets...or firecrackers...or ANYTHING that's all blow and no show. Hell, what's the point of noise if there's not something pretty to go with it??? I'll make an exception with snappers, though. Y'know, these things.
I freaking love these things. My sister and I used to stockpile these in our bedrooms and then go outside with a box or two when we got bored and have some noisy fun. Being the ornery older sister that I am my favorite thing to do was throw them at my sister's sandal-shod feet (her equally ornery boyfriend encouraged this shenanigan). As with all fireworks there'd be a dud or two in the mix, one that wouldn't go off when we dropped it, and inevitably Mama would find it when she went out to start the car. She'd either step on it or roll over it with the car, and she'd come back in later and say "I found one of your little snappy things out there." But no, these were all noise and no show, but they were still a lot of fun. I wonder if the fireworks stands still carry 'em??? I haven't been to one of the stands in ages, so I wouldn't know. If any of y'all know for a fact, let me know!
Love and flash-bang,
RagingMoon1987
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