Staff turnover could also be a huge factor here. One of our ladies refused to learn the names of new aides until they had been there for several weeks because she said “It is a waste of what brain I have left to learn your name if you are just going to quit at the end of the week”.

Of the people in persistent vegetative states in the nursing home I worked for only 1 was the peaceful, serene depiction of that state. The other 2 were constant floppers and nearly flopped out of bed on a daily basis. 

Every facility is different of course, but in the one that I worked on people on vents were only admitted to one wing- which was full nearly all of the time. People in a vegetative state that were not on vents were sent to the other floors- they are supposed to be turned/repositioned every 2 hours and PT is supposed…

In the nursing home unless she had a recent injury (a bruise or a mark) and was not showing any sign of decline she would not have daily vitals unless a doctor ordered them.

Ugh- the Buckeye fans. Also, every time I am lost in Columbus (every time I go) I end up near Nationwide Arena UNLESS I am there to see a hockey game. Then I end up in Grove City wondering how everything went so wrong.

Have you seen some of the Panthers? She doesn’t need to skate, just standing up in a pair of blades is good enough.

She is seconds away from baring her teeth and hissing like a pissy cat.

Moron in my town found his wife’s secret stash of cash- money she had hidden to pay off a bike she was buying for their son. So, he finds this money and he buys a prepaid credit card to make a donation to the wall because that is what is most important to him.

The one thing my Dad made sure of was that I knew there were to be NO priests, pastors or religious nonsense of any kind at his funeral. His original stated plan was we drink a beer at his graveside and then “pitch his dead ass into the hole” and say “see ya”. I modified this slightly. I had a friend say a few words…

And his assistant, the very old Ivan Awfulitch.

I don’t know who is worse: you for this comment or the awful amount of time I spent cackling about it. 

There is no seasoning and then there is my son. Further proving that gingers have no soul that child will open the spice cabinet and start snatching up everything in there and blammo... it all goes in to the pot no matter what he is cooking. This maniac... oh my goodness, you are all going to drag me to the river for…

Team mushrooms in stuffing here. Do you saute first? I saute onions and mushrooms and it is delightful. 

I think when he yields at the end is just the absolute cherry on this delightful cake.

And the troops. Low level grunts qualify for food stamps. 

Uh, men do not have to work to affirm expertise which is why we have so many mediocre (at best) white men littering the workplace with their unoriginal, half-thoughts. Pointing that out is not “crying” however, I will concede my point if you can name ONE single thing that comes easily to men without it coming with him…

Being  rewarded for a penis does not equal “exceptional” performance in any field, Sparky.

Doesn’t this bill also penalize pregnant women who fail to leave abusive relationships or did I read that incorrectly because what the fuck. It’s already hard enough to leave an abusive maniac especially when you are poor but when you are poor AND pregnant? This is galling.

Did you see the Twitter thread where all of the execs of Surefire “Intelligence” is being methodically outed as random profiles and stolen photos? 

My daughter was never one to listen to or care about weight/body image stuff very much. I always felt bad for her kid though because she would compare her to the other kids in the daycare.