Kennedy said The New Yorker magazine found out about the incident and asked him for confirmation.
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
Robert F Kennedy, Jr. confirmed that he found a dead baby bear on the side of the road and picked it up, intending to skin and eat it. There was a time delay and he ended up dumping it in Central Park. A dead bear was found in park in 2014.
The only connection I have to this story is that once I ran over two puppies that darted out in the street. That bump, bump sound was horrible. The kids were in the car with me. We were all devastated.
Bud’s co-worker’s in-laws were spending the summer on a job in Alaska. They’d arranged for Steve their son-in-law to sell their piano for them in their absence. Steve recruited Bud and several others to help him load it. My eight-year-old son, John, tagged along. When the troop got to his inlaw’s house, Steve realized he’d forgotten his key, necessitating a climb through the window.
John watched open-mouthed as Steve wiggled through the kitchen window and opened the front door for the rest of the crew. They made quick work of loading the piano into the truck. Apparently, Bud hadn’t gotten around to explaining the plan to John. As they struggled, John tugged on Bud’s coattail. “Dad, where are the folks who own the house?”
A blond walks into a restaurant and is shouting ’52 days’, ’52 days’. A few minutes later 2 more blonds arrive chanting ’52 days’, ’52 days’. A few minutes later another blond shows up with a cake that has written on it “52 days” . They are high fiving each other and celebrating. The resteurant manager’s curiosity finally gets the better of him and he walks ovet to ask “what’s the big celebration about”? One of the blonds replied, “we assembled a puzzle together, on the box it said 3 to 4 years, WE DID IT IN 52 DAYS!” ;D
A blind guy walks into a bar with his cane tapping the floor to find his way. He finds a seat and notices a young lady is sitting next to him. He asks “would you like to hear a good blond joke”? She replies, “I am a blond female body builder who could squash you like a bug, BTW the blond bartender is a black belt in Karate and the woman on your right is a blond cop wearing a gun. Are you sure you want to tell your blond joke? He replied, “NO, NOT IF I HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT 3 TIMES”. ;D
TWO BLONDES
Two blondes living in Oklahoma were sitting on a bench talking. And one blonde says to the other, “Which do you think is farther away, Florida or the moon?” The other blonde turns and says “Helloooooooooo, can you see Florida?”
CAR TROUBLE
A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic it died. After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly. She says, “What’s the story?” He replies, “Just crap in the carburetor.” She asks, “How often do I have to do that?”
SPEEDING TICKET
A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license. She replied in a huff, “I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!”
RIVER WALK
There’s this blonde out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank.”Yoo-hoo!” she shouts, “How can I get to the other side?” The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back, “You ARE on the other side!”
AT THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE
A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor’s office and said that her body hurt wherever she touched it. “Impossible!” says the doctor. “Show me.”The redhead took her finger, pushed on her left hand and screamed; then she pushed her elbow and screamed even more. She pushed her knee and screamed; likewise she pushed her ankle and screamed. Everywhere she touched made her scream. The doctor said, “You’re not really a redhead, are you?” “Well, no” she said, “I’m actually a blonde.” “I thought so,” the doctor said. “Your finger is broken.”
KNITTING
A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting! Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, “PULL OVER!” “NO!” the blonde yelled back; “IT’S A SCARF!”
IN A VACUUM
A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. She rolled the dice and she landed on Science & Nature. Her question was, “If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?” She thought for a time and then asked, “Is it on or off?”
FINALLY, THE BLONDE JOKE TO END ALL BLONDE JOKES!
A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were. The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex. Her friend said, “Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?”
“Hellooooooooo……,” answered the blond. “They’re watch dogs.
The recipe said Easy Chicken Tetrazzini but somebody lied. I took them at their word and cooked up a double batch. Of course, I didn’t stick to their recipe , so here’s mine. It is delicious, a great comfort food. Hubby is eating it right now and looks pretty happy.
Pretty Good Chicken Tetrazzini (Double Batch)
3 lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs(use 6 breasts if you prefer)
2 family size cans cream of chicken soup
8 oz butter
16 oz cream cheese
1 1/2 -2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
1 cup sour cream if desired
large onion sliced in rings
2 Tbs chopped fresh garlic
2 Tbs fresh parseley
1/4 cup diced celery
1 cup diced mushrooms
1 tsp tajin (spice)
Salt and pepper to taste. I always taste before adding salt with canned soup. It is salty.
16 oz spaghetti
1/2 cup Parmesan cheese mixed with 1/2 buttered cracker crumbs to garnish
Cook 16 oz spaghetti per package directions while you are making sauce.
Saute onions and garlic in butter till clear in Dutch oven sized pan. There will be lots of sauce. Add mushrooms and chicken cut in large chunks. Stir in parsley, celery, pepper, and tajin. Mix in 2 cans of soup, 16 oz cream cheese and shredded cheddar cheese. Add 1 cup sour cream if desired.
Divide in half if desired. Garnish with grated Parmesan cheese and buttered cracker crumbs. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. I froze the 2nd casserole before baking. Allow to thaw before cooking.
Can also be cooked in crockpot on high for 3 hours.
Writing brings me joy daily. Soon after I wake up, I settle in my comfy chair with my little dog in my lap and open WordPress. I hastily check my stats, then open my comments. I am always delighted if I find my dear friends there waiting for me. I happily converse with them. On the best days, I get an idea for a post. Should I find a comment from a new friend, I pour over it, then hurry over to their site to read some posts. I have made many friends on WordPress and value them deeply. Thanks, friends.
I am curious about people. I love to see what they do, hear what they say, and know their stories. It is fascinating to see their reactions to what’s going on. For instance, I saw two young men on a parking lot engaged in lively conversation. One was obviously trying to convince the other,”What can happen in four hours?” I would love to have seen the outcome.
Though I wasn’t an actual heathen, I looked like one compared to my older sister Phyllis. In her religious fervor, she never missed a church service, sang in the choir, and volunteered for all kinds of activities. Conversely, I dreaded Sunday mornings, knowing I’d have to sit through another long service. This rankled me, so one Sunday I decided to brighten the day by propping a bucket of water over our bedroom door, knowing Phyllis would be coming through in a minute or so. I
I didn’t have to wait long for the dousing, but to my horror, Mother was the victim, not Phyllis! Miraculously, as Mother stood there drenched from head to foot, it struck her as funny! To my shock, she laughed hysterically, saving my sorry life. Fortunately, she still had her pin-curled hair still tightly wrapped in a scarf, so her Sunday hairdo wasn’t ruined, probably the only thing that saved my life.
Being a fast learner and a really smart kid, I had to try it again since it had worked out so well. Reasoning Phyllis would never expect an attack now, I set my bucket trick up again about twenty minutes later when she was due to come flying through to put the finishing touches on her “Glory Look!” Holy Cow! The door opened and I got Mother again! This time she was all dressed, hair styled, makeup perfect, ready to walk out the door!
I expected to die. Thank God! Thank God! Shock got her again. She laughed like a maniac, reprieving me. I’d thought I might be going to Jesus then and there!
Aunt Julie was from a very proper home, though generally untroubled by the high standards set by her mother, Mrs. Townsend. That austere lady always wore black dresses with white collars, stockings tied in a roll at her knees, and a severe black straw or felt hat, depending on the season. Though Aunt Julie’s housekeeping was poor to nonexistent, on the occasions Mrs. Townsend was to visit, the house was immaculate.
It was confusing on those rare times to come in and find the kitchen sparkling, the toilets flushed and scrubbed, and bathroom floors free of piles of dirty laundry and unlittered with used sanitary napkins. I never understood why no one flushed the turds since the toilets worked. I had no idea what the soiled sanitary pads played till my cousin Sue explained her older sisters had a lot of nosebleeds. At the rate the napkins multiplied, I was amazed never to have witnessed a nosebleed.
When Granny visited, the kids wore starched and ironed clothes instead of running around near naked in their step-ins as they normally did.aunt Julie and the kids were glad to see Granny go, but my uncle said he wished she lived there to keep Aunt Julieon her toes. Aunt Jule had fourkids. Three of them gre up to live in squalor, while Sue’s homemaking skills were impeccable.
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