Mississippi cops are crooked. I majored in Criminalistics at Southern Miss, but stopped after two years when a lot of things came out about local law enforcement aiding local mayors in drugs and scams. It’s a cesspool.
Mississippi cops are crooked. I majored in Criminalistics at Southern Miss, but stopped after two years when a lot of things came out about local law enforcement aiding local mayors in drugs and scams. It’s a cesspool.
Glib would be the people who say that gun free zones are a magnet for criminals and terrorists.
Too bad domestic violence doesn’t get politicians headlines the way that !!ISLAMIC EXTREMISM!! does. Nevermind that three women are killed a day by husbands or intimate partners.
A sheriff’s deputy would be a good guy with a gun, right?
I literally slept all day today. Probalby not the best coping strategy. But then I did my laundry, went for a walk, made dinner, and now I’m drinkign a margarita. so...drinking is good too?
“Banana Ice Cream with Caramel & Graham Cracker Swirls & Fudge Peace Signs”
I literally slept all day today. Probalby not the best coping strategy. But then I did my laundry, went for a walk, made dinner, and now I’m drinkign a margarita. so...drinking is good too?
Calling my Da and letting him rant about Trump in a Brooklyn/Belfast drunken accent. I have to mute it cause he makes me scream laugh.
Hijack away! I am so sorry about your friend: I assume s/he is on the prescribed ‘cocktail’ of medications necessary to manage the condition.....
They should arrange a marriage between one of their kids and on of my science teacher’s kids and it could be the Dick-Butts wedding. They could have Dick-Butts children.
That would almost be worth it.
I feel you! My sister took her husband’s name, which means she is now Mrs. Dick. She did that ON PURPOSE. To this day, I do not understand it.
Personally I gave my son my last name. I feel like this is pretty uncommon but I’m not sure why except tradition. I mean...I carried him for 9 months and then went through excruciatingly painful labor that nearly killed me, then kept him fed with my body for another 9 months soooo I felt it was only fair.
I’ll through my answer in. I kept my last name because from the time I was aware of it I knew I would. When it came to kids, there was no question of hyphenation, because my name is geographic, so pairing it with anything sounds like a real estate development. Partly we used my husband’s name since that was the…
drinking. And occasionally raging against the world...and people who didn’t vote....or did vote, but for a tangerine idiot...and not of the savant variety.
I am reading about cosmology. It really puts things in perspective. Currently I am reading Black Holes and Time Wraps by Kip S Thorne. My caveat is: I enjoy and get lost in my reading of sciences when I am reading and it really makes me feel “better” that my problems are not that big compared to the universe but that…
I mean... we were struggling before, getting by wise. So that hasn’t changed much for me personally just yet, but the cloud is looming.
The bear with the bucket on its head is the kind of story which bothers me no end. I recall a similar story about a fish being found with one of those soft, plastic 6-ring thingies that hold 6 packs of soda together, stuck around its neck. The fish had grown during its misadventure and the ring grew tighter, slowly…
I subscribed to the Washington Post (I already subscribe to NYT and WSJ) and I’m obsessed with it, especially the late edition. I refuse to discuss anything political with Trumpers who are dying to talk about their guy “shaking up Washington” and doing an overall awesome job. And when I have to wait, like at the nail…
It’s really awful, but I try really hard not to talk about politics in general and focus on immediate tasks at hand: work, school, cleaning my apartment, buying groceries, cooking supper. Focusing on those little things keeps me from descending into a depression spiral. When my coworkers try to talk about it, I try to…