So I’m aware that in order to really be considered a “Sneak Preview,” a blog titled as such needs to be quickly followed by the story or entry that it is meant to be pre-viewing.
I’m not an idiot.
And to my loyal₁ readers, I do apologize for the long gap and for not really following through with the entry I previewed. But I will take the opportunity to prove something to all of you:
I can tell a short story.
Because I do want to talk about what happened to my boy, Gulliver, and because I have other pics to show, I’ll tell the fuzzy tow truck picture’s story in just a few lines, ready? This is a pretty momentous occasion, you may want to grab some popcorn for the event.
*Stretching*
Here goes:
Our car broke down on the side of the freeway when returning from a family visit in Orange County. They towed the car a good 40 miles back to our city, but the driver made Gully stay in the car that was being towed and didn’t allow him to ride in the cab of the tow truck with us. He was weirded out, but handled it like a champ.
That was pretty good, huh???
If I had more time, would probably include that it was dark out, we were on the side of a VERY busy freeway, the guy that towed us was a jerk (though, from the story, you could probably figure that one out).
Since it’s been a while, I thought I’d share a mixed bag of musings...a potpourri of stories...a Smörgåsbord, if you will, of ramblings and photos.
First of all, I realize there are important budget talks happening in Washington, and major civil rights legislation being implemented all over...and I’ll go on record as saying that rare are the occasions where I believe we should place limits on or eliminate a person’s right to do something they want...
But can we agree to outlaw these things?
Please???
The Disney corporation has a long history of making many of our lives happier...Disneyland is the “Happiest Place on Earth,” right? Incidentally, my parents have season passes there despite the fact that my dad hates Disneyland. That’s a good husband, though. Happy wife, happy life, right? Well, Disney also has a history of royally f-ing with the fragile emotions of children: I submit into evidence Mufasa demonstrating the animal kingdom’s version of road kill in The Lion King and Bambi’s mom failing to relocate during hunting season. And who could forget the story of a sweet young kid and his dog, Old Yeller. I get that in order for a sense of drama to be created, typically a “conflict” of some kind is the literary means to that end. And trust me, I agree that there are plenty of things that kids just aren’t ready for, like graphic violence, and Ke$ha songs. And I think the warnings in the corners of TV screens and MPAA ratings for movies are good things. But someone explain Bambi and The Reservoir Dogs have different ratings? Speaking of Reservior Dogs, that whole movie is very similar to Old Yeller in a lot of ways...think about it.
Now, given what we know about that movie...what we ALL know about that movie, why would anyone think this is a good idea?
Oh nice. Do the treats come with a shotgun too?
And speaking of things that will screw with kids minds, I literally have no words and no stories pointless or otherwise for the following image.
Good luck splainin that to the kids!
PS.
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