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We took Lio to a barbecue last weekend and he did alright at first but was tired and nervous from a full day of travel, disrupted routines, and rain so I let him hangout in the car.

He proceeded to curl himself up into the smallest shape possible and fall asleep.



March 18, 2016 By Tess Whitehurst 1 COMMENT


For those in the Northern Hemisphere, Ostara – also known as the Spring or Vernal Equinox – is here Sunday, March 20th!

This is a day of balance: halfway between the solstices, the light hours have become roughly equal in number to the dark ones.

Named after the Germanic fertility goddess Ostara (from whom Easter gets its name), it’s also a day of magic, freshness, romance, and new beginnings.

Of course if you have all day or a few hours to celebrate, go for it! On the other hand, if you want some quickie celebration ideas – or if you want to enhance your other celebrations with a snappy addendum or two – this post has got you covered.

1. Bless a bouquet of fresh flowers, and place it in your home.

Nothing says springtime like flowers, and flowers bring a fresh, verdant energy into a space. So choose or gather a bouquet that speaks to you. Hold it in sunlight (if it’s sunny outside, otherwise visualize sunlight filling it) and call on the Goddess Ostara to bless it with the qualities of balance, playfulness, love, and new beginnings. Then place it on your altar or elsewhere in your home.

2. Dance and laugh at the same time (preferably barefoot and outside).

Ostara has a childlike quality of playfulness and fun. So dance! It’s especially great if you can do this outdoors and barefoot, while also laughing at the silliness and wildness of it all. This will not fail to fill you with that buoyant, vibrant, springtime vibration that magnetizes blessings and spreads joy wherever you go.

3. Bless chocolate eggs with your new intentions, then eat them.

Relax and center yourself. Hold a chocolate egg in your right hand and cup your left hand over the top. Conjure up the feelings associated with the most positive possible manifestation of a brand new intention. Consciously direct the energy of these feelings and visions into the egg. Then eat it. (This will internalize your intention and set it in motion, sort of like planting a seed.) Repeat with up to two more intentions.

4. Scatter rose petals on your bed.

As the sensual and joyful reawakening of the earth, springtime provides a generous supply of blissy romance energy. Invoke this energy and bring it into your home and love life by scattering rose petals across your made bed. Leave them there until the next time you use it.

5. Plant seeds.

And then the old standby: planting seeds on Ostara. If you live in an area that’s still in danger of frost, just plant them in a pot on a windowsill. Bless them first, perhaps by holding them in sunlight (if it’s a sunny day) and empowering them with your most glorious intentions for the coming season and year.

i love the fact that bc celebrities are adamant abt protesting donald tr*mp’s presidency & openly talking abt how they don’t like him to their large platforms/fan bases it has created this dumbass fucking reaction where his supporters are like “celebrities! musicians! stay in ur lane and stop acting like you know anything about politics!!! i love you as an artist but stick to what you know!!!” like ? y'all know donald tr*mp was just a celebrity before this shit right? no real political experience. and also? u all are out here yelling your political opinions that nobody asked for and acting like you know what you’re talking about even though you let a literal super villain into the highest position of power in the united states so it sounds to me like the pot calling the kettle black you vomit inducing cheeto supporting fucks

If your idea of educating celebrities is being abusive and telling them to shut the fuck up and delete their account and generally acting like an entitled brat instead of actually explaining what they did wrong then yeah I’m not surprised zayn got defensive about this lmao

Written by Linda Sharp, one of the most talented journalists in the country. The sad thing is that those in greatest need of reading this article would quit midway through the first paragraph.

What Will It Take?

So, you voted for Trump.

You cheered his rhetoric of hate and phobias.

You proudly wore your “Fuck Your Feelings” t-shirts to his rallies.

You cried out “Lock her up!” at his events - not caring to comprehend that there is nothing to “lock her up” for. Hell, as recently as last night in Tennessee, you were still chanting that ridiculous mantra as he held another “Make Me Feel Great Again” rally.

You LOVED his blanket condemnations of Islam.

You grabbed your sac every time he hollered how Mexico would pay for his wall.

You death gripped your whiteness, so fearful of becoming the minority and having the treatment tables turned on you.

You happily lapped up every impossible promise he made.

You fact checked nothing. And you voted for him.

A man-baby so insecure with himself that he championed his own penis in a debate. A self-confessed womanizer, cheater, molester, and piece of excrement who has never had any use for religion was embraced by churchgoers because he said words like “abortion” and let people pray over him. A thin-skinned schoolyard bully who tweets as often and as foully as he farts his KFC emissions.

You voted for him despite the hordes of white supremacists who lauded him. You proudly stood shoulder to shoulder with them at his campaign stops. You joined in the mob mentality he meant to elicit each time he pointed to the penned in group of reporters and endangered their very lives.

You voted with your hate, with your ignorance, with your misogyny, with your fears, with your phobias, with your delusions.

You voted for his pledges to “drain the swamp.”

You spent 8 years hating on President Obama for every breath he dared to take, grabbing at every salacious made up story, ridiculing his time spent with his family, spent golfing, hell, you ridiculed his family as well. A family that never had a breath of scandal; a family that is affectionate, intelligent, close. A President who projected intellect, probity, empathy, sympathy; a President who was largely respected around the world.

When the election came around, you were more than happy to transfer your bullshit onto Hillary Clinton, believing all manner of made-up garbage, including that she runs a child rape ring from the basement of a pizza parlor.

Seriously, how fucking dense are you people?

Rhetorical question. No answer needed.

So, you voted for him. For that whole Make America Great Again emptiness, but then bumper sticker thinking tends to win the day in your crowd. Sorry, Trumper sticker thinking.

He has now been in office for just shy of two months. What will it take to make you finally wake up and see what you have let loose?

His great plan to defeat ISIS in 30 days? Where is it? Again, rhetorical question - it exists only between his ears and as expressed hot air when he rambles out loud.

He emboldened all the dullards who see only color, and who feel it is now their right to physically strike out at anyone who is not white - ripping off hijabs, punching people on subways, shooting them dead in bars - all accompanied by the words “Get out of my country!”

He hates Muslims so much (like you) that he has now tried twice to institute travel bans - except countries where he has financial interests, actual terrorists from those countries be damned - those Mu$lim$ are okey dokey? How do you reconcile that?

You gleefully supported over 33 hearings on Benghazi, not caring one whit how your tax dollars were being squandered on a witch hunt in which your own party could find no wrongdoing on Hillary’s part. Yet Trump orders an ill-conceived, bravado-laden raid over dinner resulting in women, children, and a Navy SEAL being killed, and you look away.

Seriously, the mental gymnastics you must be doing to be cool with that are worthy of a Simone Biles gold.

He promised you the “greatest health care” while stumping, and has now made it clear that what he supports is tens of millions being throw off their insurance, premium increases that will bankrupt your parents, and millions in tax cuts for his rich friends. Good luck when little Johnny needs asthma meds or you get ass cancer. Or you change jobs and your wife with diabetes can no longer get insured because of that pesky pre-existing condition of hers. Oh, and you are aware that her simply being a woman will be a pre-existing condition, correct? Perhaps you should have done your research and actually comprehended that the Affordable Care Act and the FOX slurred Obamacare are the same thing.

Maybe when enough of you start to die… will that be enough?

You derided Obama as elite for his impressive education, called him a celebrity because of his crowds. Then you elected a petulant, spoiled brat from Wharton, who was a reality TV star.

Does your hypocrisy chafe at all?

Trump assured you time and again that Mexico would pay for that big beautiful border wall. Mexico told him to fuck off time and time again. And now, today comes the confirmation in his own budget proposal sent to Congress that YOU will be paying the billions for a wall that will be meaningless.

Is that enough? What, no umbrage? No outrage?

You embraced his every childish taunt, his every 3 am Twitter rampage during the campaign, thinking them hilarious, brave, profound - how about now that he should be governing yet is more distracted by wars with Nordstrom and Snoop Dogg?

He making you proud by acting like a 12-year-old boy with his first cell phone?

That whole swamp draining thing? Um, he is surrounded by white nationalists, climate deniers, liars, and fellow million/billionaires. He loudly derided Hillary for giving a speech at Goldman Sachs - you booed and hissed and wanted her head - he has surrounded himself with former Goldman Sachs employees.

“Her emails! Her server! Security!!!!!” <—-There’s a popular one from the campaign trail. Yet you are as quiet as a ward of coma patients as his administration uses private email servers, he openly conducts the business of national security over dinner at his “winter White House,” invites Mar-a-Lago members to sit in on cabinet interviews, and he continues to use an unsecured Android phone.

Vacations? Golfing? Pfffft. “There’s just so much to be done,” Trump told CBS’ 60 Minutes in an interview broadcast Nov. 13, 2016. “So I don’t think we’ll be very big on vacations, no.” Melissa McCarthy (ahem, Sean Spicer), his sartorially challenged mouthpiece, told FOX “He will never take a vacation… he can’t sit still. He’s so eager to get things done and change things up – there is never an idle moment and so there is not going to be the word vacation will not exist in a Trump administration.”

He leaves tomorrow for the FIFTH weekend trip to Mar-a-Lago, where he most certainly fills his idle time with round after round of golf. He has played NINE times since taking office.

What, is golfing suddenly cool? Ok with all of you who derided every stroke Obama took? And the costs you all shit yourselves blind over in terms of “vacations” when Obama was in office? All these $3 million trips to Florida hunky dory with you? West Palm Beach is starting to realize what a bankrupting grifter he is as his repeated trips are threatening the very existence of many businesses: “We’re going broke.”  $1.7 million dollars in taxpayer money that has gone from the WPB coffers to his security? The White House refuses to even acknowledge the requests to be reimbursed.

Melania living in Manhattan and costing you (all of us) just shy of a million a day? Look, I am fine with their choice to let Barron finish the school year there. My own family has made that choice, hell, we are LIVING that choice, and have been for over 9 years. BUT WE ARE PAYING THE COSTS OF OUR CHOICE.

<Insert crickets.>

Of course, it’s ok with you. You’d rather eat from a buffet of Trump’s rectal remnants than admit, perhaps, that you got conned by a man who literally earned the moniker Don The Con DECADES ago. You got played by a reprobate who has made a very public display of constantly and consistently cheating, lying, ripping off, and threatening people all his life. The Art of the Deal? Sorry, the only art here is the art form to which he raised carnival barking.

So what will it take? THAT is a serious question.

Will you have to see your own grandparents starve to death as Meals On Wheels evaporates? Will Putin have to be caught with his tongue in Trump’s mouth and his hand down his trousers for you to stop with the “fake news” bullshit? Sorry, but just because news doesn’t make your head feel good or your pee pee hard does not make it fake. Will your child have to die in front of you because your healthcare disintegrated? Well, you can take heart in all those new weapons of death he has promised for the military.

What will it take for you to finally admit that you were lied to, vote grifted, used?

I suspect for most of you will take a target finally being squarely placed on your back.

Whether it is healthcare, bankruptcy, your coal jobs NOT coming back, your deployed spouse or child being blown to bits in a war of distraction and bravado, or finally being labeled a “loser” by Trump for being poor - it will happen.

You cheered as he targeted Muslims. Because you aren’t one. You applauded as he targeted the LGBT. Because you aren’t one. You proudly wore your MAGA hats as he targeted Mexicans. Because you aren’t one. You laughed as he constantly went after minorities (pssst, brown people). Because you are not one. You clapped like a deranged seal as he repeatedly took aim at Black Lives Matter supporters. Because you are not one. You blew off his obvious ridiculing of a disabled reporter. Because you are not disabled.

Your target is coming. It is inevitable. You will need something at some point - we all do - assistance, insurance, school lunches for your children when you lose your job, food stamps, housing aid, an emergency operation, and on and on. And when you do, you will be a loser, a taker, a welfare cheat. Too bad you can’t eat boot straps.

Some of you are slowly opening your eyes - comment sections now contain those who confess to making a mistake with their vote, TrumpRegrets collects all the staunch supporters who have finally realized they have been chewing on bullshit, not red meat, thrown to them by this fraud. Investigations into his lies and connections (and those of the cadre of villains around him) are ongoing and more is gleaned every day.

His house of cards is coming down. Alternative facts, fake news, Tweets meant to distract, all of it, will eventually give way to cold, hard facts that reveal how vile, corrupt, compromised, and naked is this emperor. Sadly, however, the damage has been done.

And you own it. All 62 million who looked the other way at every horrific statement, heinous promise, and pledge to hurt other people. You did this to our nation because, like Trump, you cared more about winning than you do about your neighbors, this country.

What will it take? Pain.

It’s coming Trumpers. But when you are crying, in need, damaged, bereft don’t expect the majority that tried to keep this from happening to feel sorry for you.

To quote your t-shirts: Fuck Your Feelings.

Listen, American doesn’t care about any sort of economic issues. Cheap colleges and dealing with outstanding student loan debt really isn’t an issue. What really matters is TRUMP and RUSSIA. We really need to get Trump impeached so Mike Pence can become president and roll back rights for all the gays, then after somehow losing the 2018, 2020, and 2022 elections, we’ll finally have another technocrat as president who will continue sucking corporate dick every chance he (OOPS I mean She, Chelsea Clinton WILL be president) and bombing brown folks. Life will rule if you’re a college educated technocrat, celebrity, republican who’s already rich, or youtuber.

The rest of you are probably racist and deserve to die… yeah.

it’s rly weird being bi and knowing that i p much only want to be with other women/nb people and like the only time i’d ever risk like… anything with a man is if he were also lgbt (whether it be bi/nb/trans or whatever)

like i rly… don’t trust men or particularly want to be with them but once and a while i still crush on them i just happen to hate it as it happens

like i hate men but also some of them are cute :|

You know the one subject I know literally nothing about and have no interest whatsoever in educating myself on?

Celebrity drama.

I have no idea why Remy Ma and Nicki Minaj are feuding or who Meek Mills even is, all I do is nod and say oh yeah that’s dumb whenever my friends rant about it or mention it.

Like I don’t know their business and I’m not really interested in prying in public figure’s lives unless they’re politicians and they’re filming underage children.

I don’t know who’s dissing who or who’s dating who or who’s a part of Taylor Swift’s girl squad or whatever.

Don’t particularly care either.

Chinese privilege is ALOT of things denied to minorities

Chinese privilege is being forced to learn their language in kindergarten and being ridiculed in front of the whole class for not getting full marks for my chinese spelling test despite the fact that im the only malay student.

Chinese privilege is having your friends ask questions in chinese to the teacher in class and the teacher replying to the question in chinese as well. To have not understood the whole lesson at all and try to clarify your doubts afterwards only to be scolded for “not paying attention”.

Chinese privilege is having a celebration for Chinese New Year in school that lasts the whole day but having Deepavali and Hari Raya celebrations in school for a mere 2 hours during an assembly programme.

Chinese privilege is being forced to memorise the lyrics to almost all Chinese New Year songs when the only Malay song that your friends know is Chan Mali Chan. Well the Indians, sadly, are forgotten in one corner and i have brought this up during discussion in school only to be ignored.

Chinese privilege is attempting applying for jobs, volunteering opportunities and internships only to realise in vain that one of the major requirements was to be able to speak Chinese.

Chinese privilege is being allowed to wear religious accessories such as necklaces and bracelets but not a hijab.

Chinese privilege is recognising the Chinese Cultural Club as a “main cca” but only recognising other cultural clubs as a secondary cca.

Chinese privilege is not being forced to participate in extremely strenuous physical activities in school (jogging 2.4km every friday) and having to explain to teachers time and time again that no, I cannot drink water today.

Chinese privilege is being not served  by only one halal stall in a school with an enrolment of more than 2000, having to go hungry during lessons as the queue in the canteen was too long and you did not have enough time to buy food. Having the school promise to you that they will implement a priority queue for muslims as the only stall they can buy from is the malay stall but only to never have taken action after three years of going to class hungry after recess and being unable to concentrate. Having only one choice of food to eat everyday while your Chinese friends have plenty.

Chinese privilege is not being told “wow, you’re smart for a Malay” by a stranger in public.

Chinese privilege is not being told “wow, youre bad at soccer for malay”.

Chinese privilege is not having to succumb to the stereotypes of your own race, having it ingrained into your dark skin, round eyes and curly hair from the day that you are born, being confined to your limits when you know you are capable of so much more.

Chinese privilege is being the only race to be considered a “true asian”. This is a continent. We have Pacific Islanders and Indians yet we are not asians. We are not considered a “smart asian”. We dont have the “asian level”.

Chinese privilege is being able to turn a blind eye. After all, the sufferings of the minorities are only a “minor” part of your life.

But if only one race were to progress forward while others are left behind, how are we, not as chinese or malays or indians but as the human race; how will mankind ever be able to move forward?
Instagram post by Peace Corps

“I was stunned and incredibly touched to see what the director, teachers, students and staff did for my despedida (farewell) at school. The room was decorated beautifully and music with applause blared upon my entrance. I feel so grateful to have had the opportunity to work in a comfortable and uplifting environment in the school and achieve what we all have together. I will remember with fondness each child I came to know so well and the teachers who shared so many moments alongside me.”

- Peace Corps Dominican Republic Volunteer Christina