Monday Morning: Breakfast!


Photo by © Hulton-Deutsch Collection. Prince joins children at the Leytonstone Children’s Home for afternoon tea. The dog was given to the home by the R.S.P.C.A. November 1, 1932. (via newthom)

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call: At Attention!

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Say Cheese!

Boys dressed up in school uniforms pose with king penguins at the London Zoo, 1953.

Don’t miss other “found” photos from National Geographic archives – some never published before at: Natgeofound


Source: My Modern Met

Guess What Day It Is!

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And if you need more Hump Day fixes (friendlier to Caleb), hit it herehereherehere and here.


Source: Dan Soto

Guess What Day It Is


Hump Day every day.  Makes sense to me. Of course, this would happen in my backyard. LET BOYS BE BOYS!


And if you missed the others, hit it herehereherehere and here.

New Research. Bull. It’s the natural order.

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6:30pm NBC Nightly News last night. Brian Williams shares a feature story on how younger siblings suffer adverse long term effects from bullying by their older siblings. COME ON. Don’t believe everything you read. Here’s some real life case studies involving long term research.

But first, a short bio on my brother. He’s two years my junior. Today, he is married. He has a beautiful wife. Two handsome well behaved, high potential teenage boys. He has a great job and is making a real contribution to the community. A good man.

Roll it back to his teen years. Pudgy, but nimble in dodging blame. Lazy, but quick to vanish when it was time for chores. Shirt untucked and laden with food droppings.  Pants hanging off his a** before it became a fashion trend.  And foreign ooze dripping from his nose, year around.

Case 1: Lazy summer afternoon. We were chased outside to play. I grabbed our baseball mitts and ball. He reluctantly agreed to play. We tossed it back and forth a few times. He then sat down in the grass in the shade and called out: “It’s too hot.”  I walked over, glared at him and told him to “get up.”  No movement.  I’m staring him down.  He’s scooching backwards on his hands towards the tree: “I’m tired. This is boring.” That was it.  I marched back down the lawn.  Stopped.  Took a deep breath.  Turned, and in a single motion unleashed a fast ball from 15 feet away nailing him in the forehead. Based on his reaction, you would have thought I hit him with a Scud Missile. Outcome for me: Capital Punishment. Outcome for him: Appropriate long term attitude adjustment. (One doesn’t forget a baseball to the noggin’.) [Read more…]

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