I fear a UTI.

For real tho.

This is two weeks in a row without a pissing contest post! I am having withdrawl!

This sounds familiar. I live in Wisconsin, home of Bobby’s brother Scott Walker.

I read that he actually was the president of the University of Louisiana. So I’d think he’d emphasize with the educators of the school system in the state. Someone wrote online that the problem with him, was although he was so accomplished by the time he was 32 (great schools, jobs, etc.) that he spent so little time…

Yesssss. On all counts.

I think about half of Louisiana has moved to Texas!

Preach. My dad teaches at one of the LSUs, it’s been on the brink of closure for a while. He’s been asked to take on all kinds of teaching and other responsibilities that were not in his contract, pensions have been cut, etc. I love the state (I grew up there) but Jindal has been terrible for it. Fuck him in the face.

This! I’m originally from Louisiana (but live in Texas now — which isn’t necessarily much better) and am disgusted by what he’s done to the state. My deceased dad was a state employee, and my mom receives his state employee retiree benefits, which have been dwindling since Jindal came into power. I blame all the…

Why is it that every time I see him smile it looks like he is desperately trying to hold back the wettest of wet farts while simultaneously trying to make it look as if everything is A-OK?

spread the damn word

Back when my parents were lining up prospective husbands for me, my father got an intriguing phone call from an Indian man who was very impressed with my “bio-data” (which is sort of a marriage resume). The two of them had a nice long conversation about family backgrounds, shared values, the educational backgrounds of…

Back in the 80s, a friend from college invited me to be her bridesmaid. We lived hundreds of miles from each other, and had only exchanged brief letters in the years since graduation. I shouldn’t have accepted, but I thought it would be fun to see her and the people we used to hang out with.

My parents at their bridal shower (40+ years ago). My Dad is around 23 here. He’s still kind of a tank and the “my dad could beat up your dad” truth still remains. But my motorcycling, long-haired hippy of a father is the badass feminist. Homeschooled myself and my brother while Mom worked full-time (not religious…

My dad in 1986.

My dad in the late 70’s looking Mod Squad af.

That’s Dad in the middle. mid-60s.

My grandpa in Germany in 1947, I love the ridiculous pipe.

Dad (looking like he’s about to bust into “There is Nothin’ Like a Dame!”) in a rowboat somewhere in the South Pacific, 1944. He mailed his new bride (Mom!) all kinds of pics, with notes on the back. I’m trying to find and post the one that shows him posing in his dress whites, sitting on a bench in Hawaii. The…

May I present to you, my grandpa Robin. You’re welcome.