Hahaha oh man, that is my favorite thing.
Hahaha oh man, that is my favorite thing.
Yeah, this is an orthodox thing, for realsies. I find it kind of offensive, as well, but it’s essentially that a rabbi must not touch a woman who isn’t his wife. There are some other pieces to it, so that explanation is a bit oversimplified, but reasonably accurate.
This is a great suggestion! And yes, there is amazing stuff to hike quite literally out my back door. Thanks for the reminder!
Can anyone recommend something? I've checked the other article about other things to try, but it's more vague than is useful for me.
When I took my MSF class, one of the instructors is also the guy who teaches our local cops how to do extremely high-speed riding (we're talking ~100MPH+ riding). He had some really cool stories to tell.
God, this a zillion times.
Maybe it’s like knighting someone. They have to prove they trust you enough with a sword around their delicate, oh-so-swordable neck. And if you mess it up, they decapitate you. Or in this case, get punchy.
Yeah, I think the Depression really made an impact on kids who were raised around that time. My dad crows when something he’s got squirreled away is useful, and I get that. I approve of holding onto things that might be useful, for sure. It’s frustrating when it’s literally garbage (my dad has some old chicken wire he…
One thing I found that helps with this kind of stuff as well is some additional pre-planning. I guess it fits in with the deadlines, but things like creating a budget/list of things you need really helps me.
Good lord, I wish I could convince my parents of that.
I borrowed my sister-in-law's pair from her wedding. They were white Keds, with beautiful pearly beadwork on them. SO comfy.
The idea of having something implanted in me that's sole purpose is to vibrate my bits is simultaneously horrifying (you want to put WHAT in my WHAT?) and sort of awesome (yay technology!). I think I'm going to continue with the horrified part, though. I don't think I'd ever be comfortable with having anything…
I grew up in a very small town pretty far from other people. There weren't any other kids around besides my much older brother. My best friend, until I started going to school, was my dog.
This is something I found just recently. I have late-term curly hair (it started, from stick-straight hair to ringlets SO WEIRD about 2 years ago) and I used to have it quite long before. I, too, feel your pain of "screw it, put it in a ponytail, I gotta be at work in half an hour."
Portland Bee Balm.
Portland Bee Balm.
I had a similar experience. All my life my hair was stick straight. There were some... abortive efforts in the 80s to get perms, which always lasted about 2.4 days and then went immediately into "Oh GOD what happened to your hair?" mode.
Hot/cold therapy was actually used (with some success) to treat depression/bipolar disorder as well. I know it definitely is uncomfortable, and there's a lot of heavy breathing because of the sudden temp change, but it really does feel awesome when you're done.
I was recently unemployed for a few (harrowing) months. I'd gotten into an industry I honestly didn't really enjoy, doing a job I didn't really care about one way or the other. Essentially I went from doing help desk/technical support jobs to doing software QA.
It's music for me. But I can't do it for a living, you know? What then? How do we invoke our motivation for our "day jobs?" I am not pooping on your article, this is super helpful. I just don't know, honestly, how to bring what motivates me into a job that I don't hate, but don't love, either.
That happens a lot, unfortunately.