Random Thought Thread

What's baby formula taste like?

Surely someone is consuming it that shouldn't.

I remember being like that with my brothers Farleys Rusks, he was breastfed so no formula to steal but those rusks with a glass of milk...cows milk. 😆

I'd hide in the larder, funny memory.
 
We really need “interesting times.” Without them, it’s so hard for people who have good, peaceful lives to really appreciate how good they have it. The Wizard of Oz tells this story beautifully and this is how I explain the movie to my kids. Dorothy has this really nice life but she is unhappy and dreams of going somewhere over the rainbow, where things will be different and more magical and exciting. And when she does, she is confronted with a nightmare where she is assailed by forces of evil and darkness. It’s only after this that she realizes there’s no place like home.
 
We really need “interesting times.” Without them, it’s so hard for people who have good, peaceful lives to really appreciate how good they have it. The Wizard of Oz tells this story beautifully and this is how I explain the movie to my kids. Dorothy has this really nice life but she is unhappy and dreams of going somewhere over the rainbow, where things will be different and more magical and exciting. And when she does, she is confronted with a nightmare where she is assailed by forces of evil and darkness. It’s only after this that she realizes there’s no place like home.
Now you'll be reported by one of your neighbors for child abuse and have your children removed from your household.

(I kid, I kid...)
 
We really need “interesting times.” Without them, it’s so hard for people who have good, peaceful lives to really appreciate how good they have it. The Wizard of Oz tells this story beautifully and this is how I explain the movie to my kids. Dorothy has this really nice life but she is unhappy and dreams of going somewhere over the rainbow, where things will be different and more magical and exciting. And when she does, she is confronted with a nightmare where she is assailed by forces of evil and darkness. It’s only after this that she realizes there’s no place like home.
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I'm currently watching Peaky Blinders and somewhere in the middle of Season 2, when Polly is reunited with her son, she is struggling with letting him have his independence. Her nephew, John, pulls her aside and says, "When I was his age (17), I had killed a hundred men and watched a thousand die - let him comes with us." It struck me, if we were in the early to mid-1900s, my boy who is rapidly approaching young adulthood would be going off to fight in some of the most brutal wars our world has seen. Sure puts things into perspective - we have it pretty good these days but we sure aren't stronger.
 
Switching dog chat over here from the "Ask Nathan" thread...

The last dog that "nipped" me was a neighbor's Malamute. Fortunately, that's all it was. Big, strong dog...but it needed to be re-homed after it attacked another neighbor's dog, which I witnessed and just barely stopped the neighbor from shooting it while we broke it up...and then bit a woman in the area which was the final straw.

I love all dogs and breeds...but I will not abide a bad dog, even though it's usually the owner's fault.
 
I grew up on a farm. Containing our dogs was always a huge priority - if we couldn't, then the neighboring farmers would have no qualms over shooting them when they got into the livestock. I remember fostering a massive German Shepherd for a relative and when we returned from a day trip one time, ol' Moose ran up to the van, happy as could be with blood and feathers coating him from head to toe. He had gotten out of his pen and gotten into our chickens, slaughtering most of the 40-50 that we had cooped.

That was the last day he spent at our farm. I remember being told that he was donated to a breeder who bred and trained working dogs for law enforcement. I hope that was the truth, rather than the all too likely alternative.
 
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