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Correction: Stadium High is in Tacoma which is really, really not Seattle. It's about a 45 minutes away in driving time and a world away culture-wise.

You don't have to shovel warm.

Oh, I've heard that before, and I totally get it. Cheese is a chemical process. No, what I was talking about is more the middle-aged woman who is just trying not to eat anything fattening under the guise of being "allergic to butter." Makes me think of this.

I am also spoiled.

This entire thread has made me really hungry.

I admit to my salmon and apple snobbery. Living in the PacNW has spoiled me.

...and after the arduous task of guarding an unarmed black guy in Florida for a week, every one of his Secret Service Agents asked for a vacation as soon as they got back.

HA!

You rule so hard.

If I have a kid I am going to be torn between wanting to piss off the people who say I can't breast feed wherever I damn well please and wanting to piss off the people who say it's my moral obligation to breast feed my child. Which group of horrible, self righteous bastards more deserve my ire?

Totally. I've moved to L.A. three times and moved back three times. My parents are from here. We all went to the same high school. I should probably move to New York or something for my career, but being away from Seattle makes me unsustainably miserable.

You wouldn't say that any and all sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous?

Thanks! And yes, Burt!! <3

I think a lot of people view those things as minor infractions, which they can ignore without giving up the faith as a whole. (After all, a lot of Jesus's teachings include being nice to people, which is a pretty cool way to live your life.) I guess it's like how you can have a parent with whom you really disagree

We are all trying, arent we?

Oh, I am the world's most persistent sleep-talker, apparently... and sometimes in French, which Monsieur does not speak.

Whoa, that's fantastic!!! Props to those nuns for doing the right thing and giving you a real education.

Jolie, thanks for shining light on an otherwise neglected type of quickbread. My family's been making beer bread for years. Its deliciousness knows no bounds—at least the way we do it. The type of beer has no actual effect on the flavor—IPA, stout, PBR—as long as it's very cold and in a bottle it works. Further,

I take the opposite approach, believing it'd be 'just my fucking luck' to get pregnant when I don't want to because I am totally unmagical.

I can't get over how hot she looks in that second photo, despite the tackiness of the bra/panties. Although it's one of the less offensive of the fantasy bras I've seen.