#so i went to take my measurements because i haven't done so in like 6 years

[leftclown]

☝️30 year old man who just burst into hysterics upon the discovery that my titties are halfway down the alphabet in cup size

[zmagpie]

I once deviced a metric to measure how strong my feelings for someone was.

whether I was willing to take an international flight for them.

it's such a fun party opener "never have I ever taken an international flight just to see someone I wanted to date" and I'd see who drinks to that. I would evaluate and dissect the party into two groups, the romantics - the flight takers, the risk takers and the rationalists, the realists, the ones who see reality so clearly that they'd never want to commit the treason of ever predicting incorrectly. and for the rest of the party, I gravitate towards the romantics because I understand them a bit more. while I'm not social engineering dynamics at a party, I spend my free time thinking about what it really means. to catch a flight for someone.

it comes down to, the cost of sheer inconvenience. the inconvenience is outweighed by your emotions. to feel that deeply. and to show that deeply. only the brave can. and as they have said, bravery is indistinguishable from stupidity at times. they're not wrong. it's about knowing this and choosing to be brave anyway.

anyone can chase someone down an airport. move over romcoms there's a new standard. here's what I am proposing. you procrastinate on chasing them down the airport, think it over for 6 more weeks, weigh out the pros and cons, and finally realize that the sheer agony of living without them is unbearable. then you take time off for an impromptu trip, sheepishly explain your situation to your employers stating a personal emergency, clear up some savings, and if you're from a country like mine you also face the trudgeries of acquiring a valid visa. "confess undying love" is hardly seen as a valid reason.

you do all that. and you show up.

you pray they haven't found some other hot stud by then to canoodle with.

you show up, not even knowing if they'll say yes. not just yes to sharing a sweet kiss down at the bistro in a foreign country together, because that's not what this implies.

this means, hey look at all this inconvenience I went through for you. do you want to change our lives in drastic ways and make it logistic hell for both of us for a couple of months, because that's how much I want to see this through?! do you want to be with me as much as I have clearly shown you I want to?

that's the intention, anyway.

so whenever I start entertaining a crush I ask myself "is this someone I'd take a flight for?". the answer to that usually tells me how invested I should be.

because if the answer is yes...

then the journey becomes more important, more beautiful, more pure than the destination. the act of taking the flight, you have proven to have done your karma, you've been brave, you've honoured your emotions, strong emotions deserve to be respected.

taking the flight itself is self actualization. that's all you can control. and your duty as a romantic, ends there. your responsibility is to find joy in the act of trying. that's it my dude.

Catch Flights and Feelings, A Post-Modern Metric for the Contemporary Romantic

[allsystemsarenotgo]

What is the measurement of success and failure?

Friday night, I watched a dear friend graduate with a Bachelor's degree in Electrical Engineering and dual minors in Maths and Computer Science in four years.

Something I long dreamed of doing in high school. I wanted to go into Mechanical Engineering. That's what my grandfather had done and partial of what my father did.

But when I got to college, despite being an A/B student in high school, I was woefully unprepared. I couldn't do anything right. I couldn't academically pass even the basic classes.

There was a point in my second semester of freshman year that I locked myself in my dorm room for a solid week, just stuck in a very deep depression. My peer counselor had to use her master key to do a welfare check on me, and take me to the on-campus counseling center.

And it got bad enough after four semesters that my GPA hit a point that I had to change majors. So I changed from mechanical to computer science. I passed the basic classes there without issue - and one of them I was told to shut up and stop answering questions because I already knew the material but had to take the class just to have the credit on my transcript. I even had no issues with the couple of 3,000 and 4000 level courses I took in the program, but then ran into hurdles in the later classes. But there was just one specific professor that did not like me, I'm not even sure he liked anybody, and just really tried to make my life miserable. Two semesters I took his class trying to get a passing credit and failed to do so; I took the class as a condensed summer with a different professor and got through it with no problem and a high B. But the damage had been done.

I was expulsed from the engineering department as a whole after my 8th semester on campus (10 semesters counting two summers).

I ended up graduating with a bachelor's in University Studies after another 6 semesters (4 full and 2 summer). Where I went, it was basically their fast track program to get out of the college, allowing me to count three minors worth of accreditation towards a generic bachelor's. Considering I had accrued enough hours that would otherwise count for a master's degree, it was all the more depressing too have a generic bachelor's that wouldn't really mean much in life.

Does that mean I was an academic failure?

I've never been much of a social bug, but many of the friends that I made over those 6 years for the only friends I had in life. The only social life I knew was the one with other students.

It wasn't much longer than a year after I graduated that I no longer had most of those friends, and in subsequent years that number dropped more and more.

These days I only have one friend I still talk to from college, but we haven't gotten together in a few years. He is a high level executive at a firearms company now while raising two daughters on his own after their mother relinquished her rights.

My social bubble has only minutely increased since then. The title of "Best Friend" has bounced from person to person as they painfully came and went. My social bubble at this point only consists of the girlfriend on a weekendly basis and K and D (whom I just saw last week for the first time in months but text daily).

I text J and M at least once a week, sometimes daily. But I just saw J for the first time in at least a year as she walked for college graduation, and I have only seen M once (last year) in the last decade.

But outside of Facebook, that's my social/conversation bubble.

Does that mean I am a social failure?

I've never held a "good" job; I'm always lived more or less paycheck to paycheck. The "extra" things I've accrued in life have generally been purchased with my savings account of my mum's inheritance. I've spent 75% of what I inherited in the few years since she passed; granted a chunk of that was eliminating my student loans.

Does that mean I am an employment and/or financial failure?

What is the measurement in success and failure? I feel like so much of a failure when I am surrounded by "more" successful people.

I feel like there are some things, like my friend's graduation, where I had small contributions and share a bit in the success-by-proxy. Is that wrong?

It's hard not to be mad at myself about things of the past. When it comes to "What would you tell a younger self?"... So many things.

Reflecting back on the progression of J and our friendship, it just doesn't make me feel good about myself. During the ceremony, a student spoke about how she is a first generation college student/graduate from an immigrant family, and all the effort that was required for success.

Seeing people go and do and complete the things that I wished I could do but didn't...it hurts the self-esteem.

There are so many things I wish I could time travel and fix so that I could be a better me.

But I can't. I'm just another random bloke with a meaningless degree that can't get any jobs that my knowledge could otherwise maybe get me into...or that I could have gotten myself if I would have been better at university.

Yay for those that can apply themselves and be successful.

Depression for those that have failed in life.

🙋‍♂️

[heartoferebor]

Ooooh for the horror movie ask meme! 1, 2, 5, 6, and 9!

1. What was the last horror movie you watched?

I'm watching a lot more shows than movies atm! The last horror things I watched were Midnight Mass (fun though it didn't get me quite as much as Hill House did - mostly because the only thing I connect with religion is trauma and zero comfort) and Archive 81 (ultimately disappointing - a super intriguing setup and premise but in the end quite the letdown. Also, did they really have to straightwash one of the main characters?). The last horror movie I actually watched was a rewatch of Cabin in the Woods. Fuck the Whedong, but this is a DAMN good movie. The last horror movie I watched that I haven't seen before was the og Candyman, I think.

2. What is the scariest horror movie you’ve seen?

Oh my god I'm gonna ramble here bc like. This is SO SO subjective and a LOT of it doesn't just depend on the person but also on where you are at the moment in time when you watch a movie, both mentally and physically (I read Pet Sematary three days after my beloved childhood pet died. It was a very, very bad idea. I had nightmares for months). I think it is GENUINELY impossible to find an objective measure of how scary a movie it is. Like GENUINELY. So I'm gonna pick a few. I should also say that I get scared quite easily (or, well, used to. I have seen so many horror movies now that it takes a wee bit more to get me really terrified). I love being scared. That's why I watch horror movies - if I put on a horror movie I do it with the express purpose of wanting to be terrified. Give me that sweet sweet adrenaline and cataclysmic release of fears in a safe and controlled environment, thank you!

First shoutout goes to X-Files S1E3 "Squeeze" which I watched at 11 years old and that gave me nightmares for DAYS. I also saw The Haunting around the same time and it made me afraid of Stairwells for a good long time. Both of these are still very good today but they don't scare the crap out of me any longer. But back then...next big one I remember is Blair Witch Project which scared the crap out of me at 14 plus a few others, especially Japanese horror, that definitely did things.

Nowadays, the scariness factor is a bit different because it mostly relates to mental states etc. I'm going to throw three different ones in the ring here. Once again, I know more than one person who doesn't find these scary at all (also I just realised these are all fairly new which, hu. There's definitely old stuff that scares me too)

1) His House. This has got to be my favourite horror movie that came out in recent years. The acting, direction, cinematography etc was superb and it's, in my opinion, genuinely scary in a lot of different scenes.

2) The Descent. I've watched it so often now that the scariness has worn off a wee bit but even now it's still creepy as fuck. Just the entire atmosphere of being lost in an unknown cave system and tracked by unknown creatures is !!!!!!!!!

3) Hereditary. Yes YES I know! What a predictable answer. And shoutout to all the non-horror people who went to the movies to loudly proclaim how NOT scared they were. Great for you! You know what? I was scared. It's fantastic. And part of the fear isn't just the supernatural bit, it's the more relatable ones. But what if the demons haunting you will haunt your family? How much am I my parent's child? Will my dead sister ever stop tearing through my nightmares?

Putting the rest under a cut cause this is getting too long because I RAMBLE TOO MUCH.

5. List your top five horror films

I've actually done this before, except, I couldn't stick to a top 5. Here was the Top 10 from way back when and a more recent Top 10 with some extra recommendations!

Very quickly I'd say His House, The Descent, Hereditary, Ringu, Lake Mungo

6. What is your favorite genre of horror? (paranormal, slasher, etc.)

DEAD KIDS AND GHOSTS AND WEIRD FOREST CREATURES. Aka haunted house/haunting movies and folk horror. I prefer horror with a supernatural twist be that ghosts, demons, etc.

Least favourite are slashers and zombie flicks athough I enjoy the occasional good one.

9. Do you have any pet peeves for horror?

Also, I've talked about this in the previous post, but the whole jump scare thing. If you'll forgive me, I'll just copypaste that part of the answer -

Jump scares are overused and bad and if your movie relies on jump scares to be scary it’s a bad movie (best example: The Nun). You know what scares most people about jump scares? The SUDDEN LOUD MUSIC. You jump in your seat as a literal physical reaction and it’s like. Eugh. FIlmmarkers, stop using my body (and my autism-induced noise oversensitivity) against me and start using my brain and heart against me! And if you do that I’ll grant you your jump scares. Hereditary has, I think one or two? And they are INCREDIBLY effective because they are used to sparingly and because the movie earns them by creating a perfectly dreadful atmosphere without them first. Seeing a character going down a dark corridor and knowing something will jump with a loud violin screech is not scary. Seeing a character going down a dark corridor and seeing faint movement behind them, a shadowy face perhaps that slowly materialises on the ceiling above them, fingers that slowly creep closer - THAT is terrifying. I’ll take Samara crawling out of the TV in slo-mo any day over boogieman hopping out of the closet as the former is much scarier.

On a second, slightly more hilarious note, I am so tired of Lovecraft discourse. Is every dudebro trying to rip off Eldritch monsters and holding Lovecraft up as the end-all of horror boring and annoying as fuck? Heck yeah. Was Lovecraft a horrible racist antisemite whose personal philosophies found their way into his writing and influence our thinking about 'The Other' to this yeah? 100%. Do I think nobody should use Eldritch monsters in anything ever because of this and its this always boring and badly done? Nah! Take 'em tentacle babies, be aware of the pitfalls, and have fun. Sheesh.

Ask me about horror movies!

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

These little kids were there he said they were his kids I asked a lot of questions.

He said he wouldn't do that kinda shit to them. Unless they were mean. Or disobeyed.

So he kept them to make us want to have kids. Psychology make us want to drop eggs in case punching us in our hips didn't help

Punching so hard to break bones.

Excuse me. They picked up Sam and they aren't doing it right **smash his hips with a sledge hammer repeatedly I don't care what it looks like. I don't care if its gel. Keep hitting it I don't care if it splatters put on a face guard. Keep smashing until he's dead***

Thank you.

So anyway.

There was 9 people that attended to me personally. 6 we killed that day and 3 got away. Sam Cooke was picked up today after i ate at the restaurant

I haven't been in there since 2001 on my own. Since it happened that June when i responded to a waitress ad in the newspaper.

The CIA. My brother, also made in a Petri dish like me, finally found me and began killing and handed me a gun telling me to show him where I been kept.

The kids would play outside my room which is now a meat locker and I would yell help and they would go in and drive cars on my body and play dolls on my legs. It made me feel better they were safer. I could see they were okay and well. No bruising and using imagination.

Silent play, mostly but still play. That's the only time I could sleep. When they were in the room with me. I knew they were safe and not being threatened or tortured mentally. And were pretty much on their own. Sometimes I would wake up and find them crashed out on the floor asleep, too.

No one ever had the kids sleep in their floor, but me. Just me I was told with laughter. I said "no! I like it! I could probably get more kids this way! Please leave them in here a lot with me!"

Finally, they thought, I was cooperating. I wasn't. I was trying to find a way out for all of us. And they knew the way out. I could trust them but i couldn't betray their safety and ask straight out. I would have to wait a while, I would have to gain the trust of the adults to have them with me. The weakest and littlest ones the most

I saw there was a store across the street from us, when I was allowed upstairs. If i could run across the street fast enough, if they didn't wiggle enough... Problem was it was gravel through the long dark parking lot and I was only allowed up at night.. Last night I krept to the door... I gently pushed against it. To my surprise, it opened. I imagined walking out and away. I couldn't leave those kids, but i had To see how the ground felt. I only weighed 220 all muscle but woth two extra kids under each arm and running hard it would hurt so i had to be able to hold at least my own feet.

So i stepped out. Problem was it was concrete. It had been 6 days I wished i had been watching the moon. I just had been watching the dark and the doctors and how tired I was and how much I had eaten. I had asked if i had skipped any meals and they had said no it wasn't allowed.

The oldest girl and boy came to the door and said it wasn't allowed i had to go back inside. The doctor came for the pregnant ones and that was why the door was unlocked they had let me up not them to see where they slept and they were gonna get in trouble and I asked didn't they ever go out and they said sometimes and said come on to the others and lets go outside not to sleep just to feel the air like i had said.

So we played a little game of run around the lot to see how our feet felt then limped back in. Just 6 feet from the door. And i jumped for extra measure so did the kids. Then i said hurry lets go back in so we don't get into trouble!

I didn't know we were being watched by my real family or that they didn't know what was going on inside. Or that I hadn't just made new friends at some hang out... Maybe getting high and drunk for fun. That i was being held hostage against my will and that night I was trying to plan how to escape and how to help these poor babies escape either

I wish they had. Because it was three days more..,

For three days I walked on broken glass, broken toys, all kinds of things to tear up my feet to gain calluses. I figured it would be a month or more. Unfortunately I had an ultrasound the next day and they saw the damage, i hadn't thought of that... And he said "that's why we don't let you women walk around. Where did you get the broken glass from? Did you clean it up?"

I felt a stabbing pain in my chest "if you cared that much youd care more about my broken heart than ny feet!"

Mother fucking Dan finally looked at my goddam face instead of trying to hide his. "Sabrina?!?!?! Oh no! IDK you!" Completed the ultrasound on my heart ran out the room and said "oh no its Sabrina! Oh no its Sabrina!" And ran screaming down the hall. Really Dan it was only the 5th ultrasound youd done on my womb.

And after you told Sam Cooke to break my fucking hips. With his stupid fucking fists. Even still it took my brother shooting some bitch in the guts when I was allowed to walk upstairs in daylight to see the kids.

My brother pulled a gun so fast I barely could whisper gun for the kids before the guy was down and dead. Shot in the hip then face.

The boys jumped up in front of the girls to protect their future wombs. My 2nd waitress today grabbed my left calf and wouldn't let go. After seeing the guy was dead my 1st waitress grabbed my right calf and I laughed and she said "I know it just made me felt better"

"Come on girls! She's got to go! Lock the door! We got more to shoot!" I got grins from all the children. And a gun from my brother.

"Don't worry. We've done this before. I shot the dicks off all these prostitutes -- well they wish they were. They were rapists. No one would pay them for the sex!"

"Yoire a cop?!" Said my chef for today

"No! She just wishes! She just shoots people! Come on lil sis! She's littler than me although im small you know why? Because im old!"

"And you wanna brag?" I joked

The kids asked if they could go and we all gave them and each other proper hugs and kisses and went down and shot the rest. But before we did he heard the same cries for help i did. I told him "no, don't answer they're alone and lets kill the bad guys first before yo7 end up like I did!"

So over at Greg's BBQ in Belen they got great food recipied up by Bob.

And these great kids I put in an extra 3 days for run the joint.

They asked me "Sabrina what do you want with these kids?"

"Let them stay. This is the only home they've known and you know what happened when you messed in my life with DNA to find my next of kin. Their mothers likely don't know what to do with them and if I know their fathers the safest place is with each other and they can take care of themselves. Let then get the money out of this place to pay for their needs and put the rest back into the restaurant. Let them stay. Let the CIA take care of them like they did me. But better. Let them be actual kids"

And as far as I know, they did get to be kids.

So y'all go on down. They are having outdoor eating and have a notice for defying the governor's orders up

But I saw the children all wearing masks and seating me outdoors and all other orders being take out.

The only person not wearing a mask was Sam Cooke. Whom I had picked up for breaking the law.

And they had AMAZING GREAT food and perfect service.

Sam Cooke is so bad that he text Nathaniel that I left and Nathaniel called me to see if I was okay. Y'all all will be safer now.

[whyinever-blog-blog]

Monday, WEEK 16, July 13, COVID-19 ramping up in most states, Phase 2 Reopening delayed until July 17, Living in MASK MAYHEM

We have a few orders to ship today. We don’t have to water this morning since we had a big storm overnight. It’d be great if it rained every night honestly!

I have my month later checkup with Orthopedic doc. Things are fine, but particular movements slower to recover. So he recommends I get a contraption that will help hold difficult positions (that frickin hurt) because the “time holding” that position is what makes the wrist loosen up. I also have PT today. She helps me simulate things I would do at work next month and it’s REALLY helpful. Like really helpful. I think I can do my work, with modified use of my wrist. And hoping the wrist improves in the next couple of weeks too.

I ordered a box full of used books from EBay for us to read. A grab bag. 20 books for $20. It was a box of “thriller/mystery” genre books. I will pass them on after we read them!

My friend Carla posted this and I’m sharing. No one knows who wrote it so far but it’s hilarious!

😂 Dear Diary 2020 Edition,

In ❄️ January, 🔥 Australia caught on fire. I don’t even know if that fire was put out, because we straight up almost went to war with Iran 🇮🇷 . We might actually still be almost at war with them 🤔. I don’t know, because 👩 Jen Aniston and 👨🏻 Brad Pitt spoke to one another at an awards 🏆 show and everyone flipped the crap out 😲, but then there was this thing happening in 🦇 🇨🇳 China, then 👑 Prince Harry and Megan ✌🏼 peaced out of the Royal family, and there was the whole impeachment trial 👩‍⚖️ , and then corona virus 🦠 showed up in the US ✔️“officially,” but then 🏀 Kobe died 😭and UK 🇬🇧 peaced out of the European Union.

In February, 🌽 Iowa crapped 💩 itself with the caucus results and the president was acquitted and the 👩🏼‍💼Speaker of the House took ten. Whole. years. to rip up a speech , but then The👨‍🔬 🌎WHO decided to give this virus a name COVID-19, which confused 🤔some really important people 👔 in charge of, like, our lives, into thinking there were 18 other versions before it, but then Harvey Weinstein was found guilty👨🏻‍⚖️, and 🇺🇸 Americans started asking if Corona beer 🍺 was safe to drink🤦🏻‍♀️, and everyone on Facebook became a doctor 👨‍⚕️ who just knew the 🤒flu like killed way more people than COVID 1 through 18.

In March, stuff hit the fan👿. Warren dropped out of the presidential race and Sanders was like Bernie or bust 💥, but then Italy 🇮🇹 shut its whole country down 🚷, and then COVID Not 1 through 18 officially become what everyone already realized, a 😱pandemic and then a nationwide state of emergency 🆘was declared in US 🇺🇸 , but it didn’t really change anything, so everyone was confused or thought it was still just a flu 💁🏻‍♀️, but then COVID Not 18 was like ya’ll not taking me seriously? 💡 I’m gonna infect the one celebrity everyone loves and totally infected Tom Hanks👨🏻, get y’all to close all of the schools so y’all can 🙏🏼 appreciate teachers 👩‍🏫 for once (because you can’t teach them anything other than how to use a touch screen🤦🏻‍♀️ ) close down all of salons so you can’t get your 💇‍♂️ hair or your nails done💅 , everyone had to work from home and attend Zoom meetings in their underwear. The 📉 DOW took a crap 💩 on itself, and most of us still don’t understand why the stock market is so important or even a thing 🤔 (I still don’t), We were then all introduced to 🐅 Tiger King and the ONE thing we can all agree on this year , 👍🏼Carol totally killed her husband⚰️ ..... whacked him! And then Netflix was like you’re welcome, and we all realized there was no way we were washing our hands enough in the first place because all of our hands are now dry and gross and were all searching for lotion now. Oh and during all this there was an earthquake with multiple after shocks.

In 🌧 April, Bernie finally busted✌🏼 himself out of the presidential race 🏃 , but then NYC 🗽became the set of The Walking Dead 💀 and we learned that no one has face masks 😷, ventilators, or toilet paper, or THE FREAKING SWIFFER WET JET LIQUID , and by now our 🦁outgrowth is showing, so there’s a shortage on 📦 box hair dye and all of our hair dressers are like , 😱 NO DONT DO IT!!! But, then Kim Jong-Un died, but then he came back to life … or did he? Who knows, because then the Pentagon released 🎥 videos of UFOs and nobody cared, and we were like man, it’s only April….

In 💐 May, the biblical end times kicked off , historical locust swarms, we learned of murder hornets 🐝 and realized that 2020 was the start of the Hunger Games🙈 however people forgot to let us know. people legit started to protest lockdown measures with 🔫 AR-15s, 🏀⚾️sports events were cancelled everywhere. But then people all over America finally reached a breaking point with race issues and violence. There were 🗣protests in every city🌃 ,which was confusing to some of us because people were definitely gathering in 👫crowds of more than 🖐🏼🤚🏼10 and for sure closer than 6 foot away ⬅️➡️from each other . Those people must have forgotten about the 😖pandemic called COVID Not One Through 18. Media 📺 🗞 struggled with how to 🤬focus on two important things at once, people in general struggle to focus on more than one important thing. A dead whale 🐋 was found in the middle of the Amazon rain forest 🌳 after monkeys 🐒 stole COVID 1 Through 19 from a lab 🔬 and ran off with them, and either in May or April (no one is keeping track of time now) that a giant asteroid ☄️ narrowly missed the Earth🌍.

In ☀️ June, science and common sense just got thrown 🤾🏼 straight out the window and somehow 😷 wearing masks became a 🏛political thing, but then everyone sort of remembered there was a pandemic, but then decided that not wearing a mask was somehow a ✝️God given right (still haven't found that part in the bible or even in the constitution). then 👨‍🔬scientists announced they found a mysterious undiscovered mass at the center of the earth, and everyone was like 🙅🏽‍♂️🙅🏻‍♀️🚧DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH IT, but then everyone took a pause to realize that people actually believed Gone With The Wind 💨 was like non-fiction, but then it was also announced that there is a strange 🛰radio signal coming from somewhere in the universe 🌌 that repeats itself every so many days 🗓 , and everyone was like 👽 DON’T YOU DARE ATTEMPT TO COMMUNICATE WITH IT‼️🚫 but then America reopened 🙌🏼from the shut down that actually wasn’t even a shut down, and so far, things have gone spectacularly .... not that great 👎🏼. All of the Karen’s came out at once, and people started tearing down 🔨 statues. Everyone is on Facebook arguing 🤼‍♀️ that masks kill because no one knows how breathing works 👃🏼, but then Florida 🏖 was like hold my beer 🍺 and let me show you how we’re number one 🥇 in all things, including new Not Corona Beer Coronavirus. Trump 👱🏻‍♂️decides now is a good time to ask the Supreme Court 🏛 to shut down ❌Obama Care because what better time to do so than in the middle of a pandemic 💁🏻‍♀️ , but then we learned there was a massive dust cloud ☁️ coming straight at us 📍from the Sahara Desert 🐫 , which is totally normal, but this is 2020, so the 👻 ghost mummy thing is most likely in that dust cloud. We then 📚 learned of meth-gators 🐊 , and I'm like that is so not on my flipping 2020 Bingo card 😡 can we use it as the free space?? 🤷🏻 Then we learned that the Congo's worst ever Ebola 🚨 outbreak is over 😓, and we were all like, there was an Ebola outbreak that was the worse ever? 👀 ....... and don’t forget we just discovered FLYING SNAKES! 🐍, seriously! FLYING SNAKES!!!

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I get home late from PT, so we have happy hour outside. We’ve figured out why we had soooo many mosquitos this past week. When they say go check your yard for water holes, standing water, etc. you have to look further than those regular things you see everyday. We discovered I had a big vase full of water on the front porch with cut shrubbery in it, which we loved and have had there since winter actually. Well guess what...a breeding ground. We dumped it. Then we discovered our driveway, where we keep the extra garden soil was totally saturated and a pool was sitting in the dirt. We dumped it. Wow what a difference. 2 days with no swarms and bites. Whew. We were about to get the sprayers out here thinking...this is the worst. We have to do something. We don’t want to do that because of expense and it kills all the good bugs and bees.

Dinner: leftover pasta casserole

Watch: Yellowstone s3 ep3