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This story only starts out like a horror story. It was horrible for me at the time. My boyfriend and I were celebrating our first Thanksgiving together. It was also just a couple years since my Mom died, a loss which had blasted a huge hole in our family. We scattered after that and had Thanksgivings either alone or

Most people didn’t know who we were :P

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how

I say bring back poofy sleeves on everything we’d never have to carry bags again just stick it in the sleeves.

This is Aunt “I hate my life” Jenny. and below is Cousin “You bitches made my life miserable” Beth

You know what, I’m going to copy&paste a really good post I saw on Tumblr. Not my words, but I wish they were because they are so right.

I am a bit phobic about air travel. I’m the spazzy person who white knuckles the arm rest and goes into meditative breathing anytime the captain mentions it’s time to buckle up because we have some turbulence ahead. But twice now I have been seated next to the only person on the plane who was more afraid to fly than I

My friend recently told me about a wedding she attended a while ago and I think it fits here. The bride and groom had an app that allowed guests to upload pictures from the event, live, and they would be streamed in a slideshow across a big screen throughout the reception. Cool idea? Maybe. Seems unnecessary.

Past participants for the Women Who Kick Ass panel have included Katey Sagal, Michelle Rodriguez, Sarah Paulson, Tatiana Maslany and Maggie Q.

Oh hey, neat:

So, for 1906, what your great aunt is wearing in the top photo is considered a bathing suit. Swim wear for women at the time was typically a knee length skirt with bloomers and stockings, often made out of wool. It isn’t in until the late 1910’s and early 20’s, when swimming started to become a recognized sport for

I want her swimsuit very badly.

Honestly, now I’m fascinated with you. I think it’s normal to be interested in horrifying things. And I’d say reasonably likely.

My Elvis was cool, and non cheese smelling... but sadly we have a douchenozzle pastor running the place who hit us up for his “tip” after we had shelled out a grand for a wedding that they were already 10 minutes behind on.