I’ve been feeling bored lately, so here’s a little offer.
Whoever reblogs this post by April 19th will get a Pokemon Egg in their inbox!
And within a week of obtaining this darling little egg, you’ll receive a message of what your egg hatches into! An example…
Doesn’t mean I don’t think about you. Doesn’t mean I don’t check up on you. Doesn’t mean I don’t worry and wonder about how you are doing. Doesn’t mean I don’t care about you anymore.
Pasted from Dad’s FB.
Ok folks I have been holding off on doing a post like this , but today’s event necessitate it. [MOM] is in the final stretch to go home THIS WEEK.But iin all things there is a snag and I need your help for it. [MOM] can get home health care and rehab. We feel that if she is home, a positive environment than the rehab hospital she will progress much further. The thing is in order for her to go home we need to install a ramp to our porch.
I talked with a contractor today and he says he can install one by friday. It will cost about 500. This is where I need your help. I have already spent a considerable amount for [MOM]’s medical expenses and expenses to get the house clean from top to bottom. But Im tapped out for this. So I am sending out a plea to anyone and everyone who can see this. Any and all donations to get us to the goal of 500 by this Friday are welcomed and needed.
I have a a pay pal account you can donate to: elcucuyfeox@gmail [dot]com
You can donate what you can there. I will keep everyone posted on how this fund raiser is doing by the day. Unfortunately this is something that the insurance company wont pay for, it has to come out of my pocket.
So again,500 is the goal to get the ramp installed . Thank you for your time and support and please please please send what you can, Let’s get [MOM] home!!!”
Please pass this around. If you all can help it would be awesome! All your support has been much help lately!
If you can’t donate then can you pass it around? The goal is 500. I hope we can reach the goal so my Mom can come home.
THE FINAL STRETCH!
“Whoa! What the heck was that?!” without a second thought, Samson picks up Mom’s Knife and gives pursuit. “Basement has been real weird since…I dunno? Since I got my head stuck in the lurking cloud.”
“Uh…another?…Um.” well, now he was miffed. Who was this double, and what did he just say?
“Nice to meet you too, I guess…”
does anyone else find it absolutely pathetic that a computer program can recognize this, but some humans can’t?
I’ll reblog this every time I see it.
this is actually quite beautiful.
Send me some of the following:
- Creepy Anons
- Cute Anons
- Curious Anons
- Sexual Anons
- Inbox Smut
- General Weirdness
- General Asks
dumb draws from yours truely