Darlene Pineda

via Facebook... Sinus...pressure...too much. Teeth hurt. I also have this pain in my chest. I was almost convinced I was having a heart attack but it turns out I had smacked myself on something (oh, like Timber's head) and I have a small bruise. My brother Brian assured me that my heart was very safe in the jar by the bed where I keep it. Also I need a small rest day after vacation. Time for first nap.

Darlene Pineda

via Facebook... So this is how my day has gone....on a post defending the police of Ferguson as being real swell people. ____________ Me: Any good cop who protects a bad cop is a bad cop. When cops show up in riot gear they invite riots. When they show up and walk with protesters in peace they actually do their job of serving and protecting the people. They gunned down an unnamed teenager. Their integrity is in question. They have no integrity as long as murdering teenagers is okay. Her: I thought you had unfriended me, I liked that better. Honestly, YOU CAN FUCK OFF _________________ The level of actual discourse on other threads have gone about the same, meaning mostly just insults and babbling. But we have no race problems at all, obviously, because that's what white people say....

Darlene Pineda

via Facebook... Propped up on pillows to keep my head upright and still. Watching Sherlock. Eating chocolate pudding pie. Surrounded by dogs and a cat on my feet. Small breaks for naps, Facebook, rests, and more Sherlock. If I'm too be in a spinning world, it may as well be cozy and full of comfort foods and cuddles

Darlene Pineda

via Facebook... A person may cause evil to others not only by his actions but by his inaction, and in either case he is justly accountable to them for the injury." -John Stuart Mill

Darlene Pineda

via Facebook... Day 3 of the vertigo. Tried to do some yard work, almost face-planted. Avoided poo--yay! Back inside, keeping head very straight. This sucks! Also, dogs are really handy as stabilizers.

Darlene Pineda

via Facebook... A Love Poem, by Timber Oh I'm in love Misha, She of soft reddish fur, But she glares when I try to get closer, And treats me like a no-good cur. Yes I'm in love with Misha, I drool when I sniff where she marks, And should a bike come by that threatens I protect her with fierce Tervie barks. Oh yes I'm in live with Misha But she'll never let me have that, So I share all my toys and treats from afar And run off to go hump the cat...