angstspork
AngstSpork
angstspork

My dad died of this type of cancer 14 years ago. It was gutting. I can't really convey how quickly a brutal brain tumor kills the person you loved and leaves a suffering shell behind for you to watch deteriorate daily. It took years for my family to find its equilibrium afterwards. It wasn't just *that* my dad died,

Also: That character you think is dead? Isn't.

Best marriage advice I received: Always mind your manners.

I posted this above, but it bears repeating that some of us DO have (in my case, a shitload) of mammary tissue in their pits. And it swelled up with milk like a boss, not caring at all about your opinion of where it resides.

Naw, we won. Pour away, Madbum.

In the best version of things it opens up totally new ways to fall in love with your spouse. That's been my experience.

Im not a helicopter mom, but 'who will be in the house' and 'are there any loaded firearms in the house' are two important questions I need answered before my kid goes to your house. Not sorry.

My husband's cousin got married in a popular vacation city. We showed up about 30 minutes early for the ceremony, which was wise, since the event complex where it was being held was, besides having a lovely waterfront location, the worst event center ever. It was a huge sprawling complex, there was no signage or

For reals, finish it. It is stunning.

I worked in the Psych department of a major hospital. As a grand gesture our big boss, an eccentric psychiatrist who resembled Einstein, invited all of us to his house for a fancy dinner he made himself. The occasion was actually quite lively, and dinner was great.

Agreed. My kid took over a week to mention that one of his classmates is in a wheelchair. To him it was just No Big Deal. I can't imagine him noticing or caring about hair.

I'll buy it. My almost-6-year-old son does the same kind of loose phonetic spelling. He would totally spell 'cinnamon' in some bizarre way, despite being able to read it normally. Brains are weird-it is a shame that we have to train them to conform. But the allure of my child being able to spell correctly is too

You could change your profile, but that wouldn't eliminate your digital trail. In a divorce proceeding any dirt that your spouse's attorney could then dredge up from your undeleted history becomes ammo against you. Plenty of incentive to cough up $20 of insurance money just in case, even if divorce isn't in your

They're truly fantastic. I can't remember another situation in which I eagerly scraped up extra semi-raw garlic off cardboard with my nails just to make sure I didn't lose one precious morsel of stinking rose deliciousness.

5 years is a decent measure of marital success, given that there is a peak in divorce around year 5, as well as around year 20. Young kids/empty nest times, you see.

I live in CO, where just a few years ago, in a safe neighborhood, an 11 year old was taken & subsequently dismembered by someone who grabbed her on her 3 block walk to school. Until my kid can fight back, I'm walking him door-to-door. Throw all the shade you want.

I'd like to think that the older I get, the more broad-minded & accepting I am of other people's lives. I still judge, but at least I can own the fact that I'm a judgy jerk and keep it to myself.

My abiding passion for Death Race cannot be denied.

I'll grant you the vaping. I've never been a smoker- I prefer my vices in liquid form- so the sight and smell of vape pens is a combination of absurd and repugnant to me. Regardless of what they're smoking, it grosses me out. But beyond my personal disapproval, the social & cultural impact remains nil from my point

I don't live in Denver proper, but I can tell you that my life and neighborhood have been affected all of 0% by CO's legalization laws, despite my tea party mother's dire predictions that it signaled the End of Days.