Randoms…

Lincoln pick up trucks don’t make sense to me.
My 9 y/o son has underarm body order. I’m concerned.
I wish TU readers understood what a print journalist is – and is not. It’s not about popularity, it’s about writing.
Pulling through the front “driveway” at ASH on Whitehall to avoid the red light, is one of the most outrageous examples of douchebaggery that I have ever witnessed. A close second is cutting through to Whitehall from Mapleridge by driving around the barricade and over a lawn. Really.
Sometimes the school year feels long, but the last two weeks of the academic year are always the fastest.
I buy a lot of cereal in my house yet Cheerios and Kellogg’s Corn Flakes remain my favorites.
Even though I have been lucky enough to visit the Cape every summer for the last 16 years, I always get excited by the thought of being there. Beachcomber here we come!
Speaking of summer, as I receive my last real paycheck until September, I’ll say a prayer for no major emergencies in the next couple of months. Feel free to join in.
Evening runs in June are bliss. The lengthy twilight makes everything better.
I am tired of cooking the same rotation of meals for my children and wish they would eat more vegetables and grains instead of expecting meat at every evening meal.
There isn’t a single SPAC concert on my radar this summer.
It would be a better world if the ratio of positive to negative blog (and elsewhere) comments was more in the 5 to 1 range. I’m so tired of reading people’s anonymous complaints.