rivercrow on April 10th, 2012

So we are trying to sell the old house. As it clearly states in the adverts, it is a 1100 sf place, 3 bedroom, 1 bath. It was built in 1980, right when people started adding a second bath or half bath. But it’s a small house.

Why do people view the house and complain it’s too small, the kitchen’s small, and they want a second bath. It’s a small house and has a small kitchen. It’s clearly listed as having only one bath. Are people expecting that somehow a 3/1 1100 sf ranch will magically become palatial upon visiting it?

rivercrow on March 31st, 2012

Cows were domesticated because they are easier to milk than lions.

Never handle hot peppers before milking your lions.

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rivercrow on March 20th, 2012

I’m really hating this election year. Every election, the ads and politics get nastier and more depressing. I honestly think that’s a tactic — depress the population so much we don’t vote. Now that politicians are openly comparing women to livestock, I figure it’s just a matter of time before the 19th amendment gets repealed.

I don’t know if I should be happy I’m nearly past brood mare age, or if I should be worried that I’ll have my citizenship revoked because I didn’t breed.

 

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rivercrow on October 22nd, 2009

Just a calendar of how many words you should have if you commit to 1667 words a day.

rivercrow on September 13th, 2009

Saturday we were amongst the first audience at the new Harvey B Gantt building, the new home for the Afro-American Cultural Center. It’s a beautiful building, incorporating an art gallery and community facilities. The building isn’t quite done yet — some interior work yet remains — but no matter.

We were there to attend a “Get to know Saffire The Uppity Blues Women” who are stopping as part of their final tour as a group. Mother Blues and Michael Porter lead the edutainment session where we collectively created and performed blues songs. Really enjoyable!

Afterwards, we went to Fuel for pizza, which is always great. When we left, we watched bemusedly as two fellows dressed as Ghostbusters trotted past, looking for something. Turns out there was a Great Urban Race occurring, sort of a fun-run/scavenger-hunt for charity.