Washing soda is also great for cleaning coffee pots.

I was 16 when women were allowed to attend West Point so I think this photo is pretty cool. I mean, raised fists and swords and bad ass outfits? I would be proud to have a framed copy of this on my wall. Fuck the haters.

Love Terry and the way she will ask an incredibly personal question and gently lift her voice up and the end. If she were a therapist, all my problems would be worked out.

Nobody’s mentioned Susan Stamberg!

Many blessing upon you, oh wise one.

Recipe please!

I tried to star you but keep getting kicked back to the top of the page so-star.

And France didn’t let women vote until 1940. Guess that famous revolution wasn’t for the ladies.

When I moved into my house 23 years ago, I put my dresser and wardrobe closet on heavy duty steel casters. Whether I do a thorough cleaning or want to rearrange the room it’s easy as pie. Looking back on that evening that I put the casters under those two heavy-as-hell pieces of furniture, I must have been strong as…

I like rare and even raw meat but I’m totally cool if someone wants their’s well done. Why all the hate for well done? For crying out loud, we’re eating dead animals.

Those are just the ones reported.

Brewrite is for coffee makers/pots. Washing soda is for laundry and other cleaning jobs. Washing soda cannot be ingested like baking soda can. It’s strictly cleaning. I was buying Brewrite at Walmart and at a local grocery and found out via a coffee blog that it’s just sodium carbonate, i.e. washing soda.

You have a heart like a lion to walk away from that encounter with your awesome mindset. What seventh grade behavior on his part.

I swear by Repel. Toledo, Oh was built on former swampland and several years ago we had a bumper crop of skeeters. I put that stuff on-and it smells good-and was left alone. Wouldn’t go back to the spray chemical stuff.

Because they are just one-drink-too-many away from committing this said “sin” themselves. At least I think most of them are. That Ruben guy for one, I would bet money on.

Oh lord that thing is more sad than the Keen print I got as a birthday present in 1968.

After 20 years together we finally got married a year ago...and bought our bands at a flea market outside of Detroit. Yeah, fuck “jewelry store” jewelry. Homogenous crap. One of my sisters in law was shocked and appalled that I don’t like diamonds. wtf?

And don’t forget Her Majesty was a mechanic during WWII. Bad ass indeed.

I would seriously love to know how that restaurant burned the bread IN FUCKING SPIRALS! Waiting tables is one job that always scared the shit out of me. Retail was bad enough.

Yeah, and towards the end of it when Precious goes to a support group, she starts to realize that incest happens to all colors and economic levels. Some of the reviews on Amazon were incredible in their disbelief that "those things" could actually happen. It's bad enough it happens but the deniers are just as…