Madderrose1974
God King of the Primordium
Madderrose1974

I ended up with a 6-month subscription to American Baby and a few hundred dollars' worth of formula coupons after buying puréed turkey for my terminally-ill cat. The coupons went to a starting points nutrition program; the American Baby magazines were useful in catching my poor kitty's bowel movements once she became

Be aware, dudes trying to hit on your yoga instructor— some of us are also certified in Body Combat and Thai yoga, which means we are flexible enough to kick you in the head and know what pressure point on your neck to pinch to make you throw up.

I'm right there with you. Sometimes I wonder if it's genetic, like being left-handed or hating cilantro (I like cilantro.) It's something I feel, physically, that there's no higher power, just as surely as I can close my eyes and still touch my nose. I find it greatly comforting that we just stop when we die. The

I think of them less as candy bars and more as quick energy bars. Plus, they don't melt in the sun like chocolate. I lived on iced coffee and payday bars when I when I did outdoor events.

When I'm having a bad night sleeping, I will get up and sit in the dark and drink a glass of whole milk slowly. Probably placebo, but it works like a charm to get me to sleep.

I'm okay, in general, with my body in clothes. I'll never wear miniskirts or a swimsuit in public because thighs, but I rock sleeveless shirts and my arms are approaching Sarah Connor-level awesome. I like the feeling of strength being able to clean-and-jerk decent amounts of weight gives me. I'm stronger and in

And I can guaran-damn-tee you the instructor has nearly bonked out a time or two herself. It's really easy to get light-headed quickly in an intense class if you don't eat enough carbs beforehand, or hydrate adequately, or if you just get up from an extended period of floor work. I've done while teaching my 3rd class

Cats, unlike frat bros, are perfectly capable of remembering where their toilets are and going to them when they need to. We keep the litter boxes in an unused basement bathroom and our cats have never had a problem making the trip downstairs. Cats can be litter trained starting very young. And if their way to the box

I do the covered-dish thing too except in high summer. But I bake a lot, and it makes no sense to have to wait hours for my butter to come to room temp.

Back in the dark ages at my school, gum was a detention-worthy infraction. Got gum? The pack was confiscated and you got lunch detention. In elementary school recess was revoked.

If by "mis-handle" you mean "abuse," almost certainly repeatedly, then yes. Kicking something that is at most a sixth your size because you weren't paying proper attention to your kid is disgusting and the guy deserves to have his teeth knocked down his throat for being an attention-whoring bully.

Growing up, my next-door neighbor was a Little Debbie truck driver. We ended up with cases of damaged boxes of all things Little Debbie. My parents still keep a couple of boxes of cakes at all times.

Opening curtain to find cat sitting on toilet, watching, like a feline Norman Bates, and purring.
Using wet washcloth from shower to wash cat's face because he really loves it.
Whacking cat on the back when he gets choked from over-purring.
Tossing wet, hair covered washcloth in the hamper.

Need a crazy-haired, charismatic sonovabitch who can walk the walk and talk the talk? Yeah.

It's the combination of a well-seasoned skillet and the insane amount of butter that's used to make the topping. I make it in a cast-iron skillet too, but cut the pineapple up into crazy-paving pieces so that the entire cake gets covered with pineapple.

Lifelong West Virginian here. It's beautiful, yes. But at least in my area (VA/KY border counties— coal country) the literacy rate is around 60%, the free-lunch rate is 88-90% and 85% of all babies are born on Medicaid. 1 in 6 children are born addicted to opioids. We make Justified look like reality TV. Down to the

Kober also showed up on Buffy twice— as Gregory Kulich, the serial-killer turned vamp that Buffy faced during her Cruciamentium, and as Rack, the magic-crack dealer Willow killed to get her Dark Phoenix on.

Crohn's disease. I know where every bathroom between my house and work is. Until you've pooped vast quantities of clotted blood (perforated bowel, IV liquids only for 5 days, clear liquid for 2 weeks) you haven't really lived (or almost died, actually.)

Yup. Also a Yoga and GroupEx instructor, and our members are an inspiration to me. I work out alongside y'all, and trust me, I'm in my own head 85% of the time I'm taking class. The other 15% is split between making sure you folks are doing the moves safely and watching the desk to see if anyone needs help. You will

I was fortunate(?) enough to be a patient of the oncologist who treated my aunts and my mother when all three developed breast cancer within a year of each other. I was seeing her for chronic anemia, and I just asked about the tests. She had already run them, because she is proactive in the extreme, and while I don't