So I got some new specs a few weeks ago. So did the boy. He loves his Spongebob glasses and looks stinkin' cute in them, in my humble opinion. I got some chunky plastic frame black ones that are white on the inside. If I wasn't having such a crappy hair week month day, I would show you. Anywhoo, the boy has stepped on his glasses two times now and thankfully, they've been fixable. On a side note: did you know that some half rim glasses have the lenses held in with fishing line type stuff? Never knew that. Made it pretty easy to fix them though thankyouverymuch! SO.....my sister in law, Fluffy, told me about this website that has glasses for super duper cheap so I went there today and ordered two pairs of glasses for the boy and a pair for me. $8 a pair. EIGHT. I feel so accomplished today. I'm sure that'll pass soon enough.
I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who
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