Filed under: Digital Photos
P and I went for a walk at a park down the street from my house. I’d been to the park on several different occasions, but I had no idea that there was a hidden wooded area just BEHIND the park. It was really beautiful. There were several old light posts back there, and they were very cool. I don’t know what used to be back there, but whatever it was, there’s no tell-tale signs left, other than the cool light posts and a small, single cement slab. I’d love to go back and sit there and read, but with it being so secluded from the view of the rest of the park, it’d be kinda creepy.
Anyway, it was a lot of fun. P always comes up with interesting places for me to take pictures; this was no exception. You can check out the photos I took on my Flickr account: Set- Randol Mill Park.
Yesterday, I mentioned on Facebook, that I was making Valentines. The kit I bought only came with 6 and I needed more than that. Unfortunately, the kit I bought was the only one at the store (Jo-Ann Fabrics), so I figured I would try to find another kit somewhere else.
Having dropped off several things to be framed at a store in south Arlington, and (ironically*) having just eaten lunch at Chick Fil-A, I was near a Hobby Lobby, which I normally make a concerted effort to avoid at all costs (as do my friends). I say ‘concerted’ because, though I am not what I would consider a “militant” ‘mo, as a general rule of thumb, I don’t spend my money in anti-gay (read Christian) establishments (with the exception of Chick Fil-A, but their nuggets are like crack, so they’re the exception); Hobby Lobby being one, Cracker Barrel being another, and so on. However, since I was near and I hadn’t been there in years, I figured ‘what the hell.’ (more…)
I have several little rants to get off my chest, then tomorrow, we can move on to more secular ones (so to speak).
• As you may or may not know, I’m no child advocate. I don’t eat them or lure them to my gingerbread house (anymore), but as a rule, I’m not a kid fan. This isn’t to say that I wish them harm (often), I just don’t like them in a box. I do not like them with a fox. I do not like them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse. You get the idea. It’s like that old joke about lawyers: What do you call 100 lawyers at the bottom of the ocean? A good start. Insert ‘children’ for lawyers and you get the picture.
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