Aspiring to be a sheepdog
I am going to marry a sheepdog in just more than two months. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
I am going to marry a sheepdog in just more than two months. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Earlier in the month, the newest pregnancy rates were released, including those for teens. 2007 was the first year that overall pregnancies broke the record of the baby boom in the 1950s.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about the past.
Boo to parking restrictions and road closures.
Last week, I got back a graded essay, which happened to be worth a significant portion of my grade.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To tell the Tempe campus Undergraduate Student Government to stop taking its place as one of the predominant old overused jokes, we would presume.
One week ago, I found myself holding a bearded Nebraskan while he sang about his failings.
Having a conversation is like going to a water park.
This past week, I had an interesting thought leap into my head while driving back from Tucson.
The hype about back-taxes has been haunting President Barack Obama as he attempts to fill Cabinet and sub-Cabinet level positions.
Given our recent economic situation, the often-quoted figure of 47 million Americans without health insurance has probably been far surpassed by now.
In a government of the people, by the people, for the people, who is to blame when the government goes awry?
Once, I was complaining to an elderly man.
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