Thanks to Wikipedia I now know that St. Patrick used the three leaves on a shamrock to explain the holy trinity to Irish pagans.
Thanks to WikiLeaks I now know that the CIA and any hacker who wants to is watching me through my tv set.
My only question now is, how can I install a WordPress dashboard on my tv to see who’s watching me and how can I monetize that? When someone wants to take a peek at me on my couch, I’d like to make them watch an ad first.
My mother grew up in New York City never learning how to drive a car before she left. When she moved to Frederick, MD for college, she fell in love with the country life. She loved gardening and flowers. Her gardens were quite unorganized and messy compared with my father’s orderly rows of onions and cantaloupe.
When the daffodils came in, she would send my niece off with scissors and a grocery bag to gather them from the neighbor’s lane. I remember walking in the kitchen and the table covered with mounds of daffodils. My mother would put vases of these flowers all over the house. She was as reliable as crocuses in the spring.
Elevator! Elevator! We got the shaft! The cheerleaders are doing a bang up job tonight. My prom date is co-captain. Her blond hair bobs into the air as she drops down to do a split. Her bouncing skirt revealing for a split second something that I would never get. My life is like that. You can’t always get what you want. I couldn’t get what I really needed.