datladyfortuna
datladyfortuna
datladyfortuna

Ugh. I am in a Facebook group for people interested in hunting wild mushrooms and the like, and the other day some idiot posted about 'turkey tail' mushrooms and how they were going to basically switch to that to treat their fresh cancer diagnosis. I seriously wanted to scream at the person through my monitor. Right

I hope that she respects that your mother did what she couldn't, for her own peace of mind, if not happiness. I've believed since I was a young teen that parents holding their kids to the views they grew up with are just setting themselves up for failure as times change. I'm sure my mom would have been that way anyway

Question, was there a lot of familial pressure on all those people to get married in the first place? I wonder if they didn't weather the stresses because they went in too soon or with unrealistic expectations? Just curious, no disrespect to your family members.

Given how all over the map SCOTUS has been in the last 5-10 years, I honestly don't have a lot of optimism for this one. *sighs*

Thanks :) - I sell vintage video games and related merch. Sadly it's never done as well as I had hoped for a wide swath of reasons (family stuff, personal issues, ebay/market issues, etc), but on the ever more rare occasions that sales jump, I enjoy feeling like I'm getting something out of the time I put into it. I'm

There is such a thing as positive stress... my ebay store has not been doing well due to a variety of reasons, but today my sales were actually up for the first time in a long time, and while it was stressful, I enjoyed the activity and feeling of accomplishment. If you're not being ground into the dirt, 'stressful'

I get that, and have heard similar statements from friends, but I'm honestly a little baffled by it too. I like those basics. I also like to cook, write, take photos (adventure type, not portraits or whatever), camp, draw, sing, basically I like to be busy and feel like even if it's something small, that to create or

It's a shame we don't hear so much about things like that... mostly the bad stuff makes the news =/

It doesn't sound like they were, I just had my disclaimer there because I've been jumped on before for incomplete statements where someone inferred a meaning that wasn't actually there. I'm glad they stepped up and helped you out, at any rate. I'm Army, so I'm a bit biased towards my branch, but *most* Marines can

I have to wonder how it was legal to ship, unless they sealed it in some kind of medical grade packaging...

I will give you everything except green bean casserole, but only as long as the specifics are hit, and I concede it might depend on your personal limits. Green bean casserole should consist of:

Is it wrong that I was thankful it wasn't one of my two favorite NY breweries? I try to keep my drinking dollars local... would have hated to switch brands.

Before I say my thought, keep in mind I'm not defending their lack of willingness to step in in the beginning - however, as they were likely off base from the sound of things, they are probably discouraged from getting involved in local matters because of the potential for political fallout. I've never been deployed

It is not, and it is glorious.

*I honestly couldn't help thinking of this when I read the post. Also, "All this has happened before, and all of it will happen again."

I know a 35 year old man-child, and from the little he said about his mom, she wouldn't care. I have to wonder how much similar neglect/indifference help form their immature mentalities.

Given the estimates for how many women do NOT report such incidents, I have to think there are a lot of women walking around (including many moms...) who also have been. As sad as I am for them, I would think it would be doubly upsetting for them to find out their own kid was heading down that path. The whole cycle of

Just tonight, my husband admitted that cleaning three litter boxes is HARD (especially on your back... guess which of us has a back injury...). Yeah, no kidding. I simply agreed. He insisted on switching back to scoopable litter, so now I'm rather enjoying watching him deal with the literal shit I've had to deal with

Take the job. If (when) he complains, hand him a mop.

I'd hug you if I could. I'm still trying to work out a similar situation, albeit without the spending issues (if anything it's the opposite, too frugal...) I almost walked away this summer. I'm still kind of holding the nuclear option in reserve, but it's scary as hell.