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Same. That’s what I take for hot flashes (as needed, not every day). I’ve met people who’ve had REALLY strong reactions to it, tho, and ended up like zombies. Pretty weird how drugs like that have such varied effects.

I’ve had trigeminal neuralgia. THE WORST. Luckily, it’s only triggered by extreme stress, and I’ve found ways to keep myself from getting that far into the weeds. Haven’t had an episode since 2009 or so.

Congrats on being seizure free for so long! Hope it continues indefinitely :)

I know my company (enormous and publicly traded) has a media policy, and none of us are allowed to discuss who we work for in public forums. If I make an appearance in an interview or on a podcast, I have to contact them ahead of time, even if it’s not work related. The restrictions are pretty logical, and the media

My Bonnie does that going up and down hills. Sometimes a long uphill makes the gas gauge ping the “nearly empty” alarm when I’ve actually got just under half a tank left.

Ahah, the info about Edwards AFB (specifically about the long runways) explains why they were partnered with Malmstrom AFB as the test sites for the Lockheed Martin X-33. My first job in high school was doing web design for the Department of Commerce, and I started right as news of the X-33 was getting out to the

My dad just bought a Nissan.

Joining the chorus of praise for this restaurant. My roommate used to work with “difficult” autistic kids, and I used to volunteer to help MS patients with mobility issues. Both of us, uh, got something in our eyes after reading your post.

I don’t have dangerous food allergies (I’m intolerant to turkey, but a miserable night in the bathroom < anything requiring antihistamines), but my dad regularly forgets both my dietary restrictions AND my preferences. Mushrooms have a taste and texture that will make me barf; he’s known this since I was a baby; he

PERFECT TIMING, THANK YOU. I’ve been trying to take in the seams on some shorts since I got sick and dropped a bunch of weight, but I don’t know anything about stitches. This is exactly what I needed!

My mom still refers to him as, “That guy who dated Nicole Scherzinger and has tragic facial hair.” Points to my mom for paying enough attention to one of my hobbies to sort of ID one of the major players based on an ex who won a season of DWTS? I mean, that’s the closest I’ve gotten to her actually talking about

No they can’t. They’d be in breach of contract with the UFC if they fought with another organization, or if they participate in a sport that may affect their ability to fight due to injury or scheduling (see also: Cowboy Cerrone’s “hobbies”). They may be independent contractors, but the UFC has exclusivity agreements

I got two legitimately (seemed weird to see Lewis Hamilton in there, but I forgot he’s got gossip stink on him and isn’t just an F1 driver anymore, ugh; the other was Donald Trump). This is what happens when I don’t watch Entertainment Tonight with my mom 3-5 nights a week.

“It’s legal,” Jim Brownback said in an interview. “It’s legal.”

This. There’s a reason why only emergency vehicles have strobing lights.

Ugh, yep. My dad taught at my high school, and he taught a zero period class, AND he’s chronically excessively early to EVERYTHING. I don’t think I slept later than 5:30 during the school year from 6th through 12th grade.

I’ll have to stop giving my mom crap for refusing to fly now. She’s got a hair, uh, “system” thing that’s clipped onto her natural hair with small barrettes. She’s been telling me for years that it’s her primary reason for not flying. Knowing my mom is a huge wuss when it comes to travel, I’ve been telling her that’s

Too bad there’s no such thing as a guaranteed knockout. This is my one major beef with watching MMA with noobs — if it was that easy to KO someone, do you think two highly trained pro athletes would spend 15 minutes NOT doing it?

Co-worker: “I’ve heard of putting Coke bottles in your toilet tank, but that’s taking savings to an extreme.”

Reminds me of the time my parents’ car got broken into at a hotel parking lot in Spokane.