this post is wonderful and should be getting ALL the love

I sold a 2009 Cayman S to a buddy. I’d babied it for the 9 years I owned it.  Wax.  Lexol.  Love.

We all make decisions for our own reasons, so if you’re happy, I’m happy. But, you don’t sound happy. And while you may not be in charge of how she acts and reacts, you very much are in charge of how you do. So, I support your decisions leading to a healthy result.

why are you doing that to yourself? does she express her love for you in some other—obviously nonverbal—way?

The police improperly got their hands on the hard evidence?  

I took the spit-in-a-vial test and it came back 99.4% Ashkenazi. I’d hoped there’d be something else in there. A story. Something. But, there wasn’t. I was disappointed.

I watched it and, yes, sad little flamingo. But, there are always some that don’t make it, even before climate change. I wasn’t in on that meeting. And, baby polar bears need to eat, too. Even baby snakes and sharks.

Armed only with curiosity and a vague desire to support Haas and ‘Merica, I googled “rich energy for sale” and was directed to the official site, where I was unable to find anything resembling an energy drink for sale.

Petrino is an asshole, no question. But, he’s not even in the same league as Dave Bliss.

On YOU, it looks good!

ha!  Ben would’ve been about 2 or 3 at the time.  I truly felt ghastly.  Frustrated, I picked him up and was taking him to his room for a time-out when he dropped Lovie.  He grabbed for it as we walked away and was mortified that he’d dropped it.  I took it hostage right then.  GAH.

transitioning out of naps? Is this a new idea?  I don’t remember that being a thing until school age.

Setting expectations is the key. The child must know what is acceptable or not. If your kid is old enough to meditate or talk about big emotions, doesn’t have a medical/psych/other issue, and is having regular meltdowns, it’s because the kid has discovered that the meltdowns work for something that s/he wants. Those…

I was of the opinion that the Mighty Vidalia was but a variety of Yellow Onion.  You’re buying the hype, my man!  Sweet Georgia Onion HYPE!

Trader Joe’s Garden Patch?

I once dated a girl whose mother raved about “chicken-ro con polio,” a dish served to her by a friend. After asking her to describe it, my recent high-school Spanish kicked in to decipher, “Arroz con Pollo”.

He has what was once called, “a punchable face”.

I’m in the same boat; the beans in the recipe make it a no-go. Do I need to put something in as a replacement? Would Rotel or tomatoes work? Or, can I just omit the beans?

You, Oldnslo, are no longer a Republican. They are. You’re an outsider now.

Sadly, this is now the perception. I’m a Republican. Trump isn’t. Neither are those who support the idiocy. I’m watching the death of the Republican party, because it’s new leaders aren’t Republicans and the traditional leaders have forgotten what it means to lead, be conservative, or have a legal and moral compass.