I am from Mississippi too, and I agree with you. I do not like Phil Bryant. Everything he does sucks.

I agree that this woman has a problem, but the first thing that came to my mind when I saw the headline was, “And all those parents who let their kids live on a diet of French fries, chicken nuggets, and soda? What about them?”

I wear make up when I feel like wearing make up. Okay, I will admit that I have reached a point in life were I usually won’t leave the house without a little eyebrow stuff, not because of the raging eyebrow trend, but because mine are more grey than they used to be, but the choice is mine, not society.

I agree. A lot of it depends on the tone of voice.

Not judging at all, because I use some of the same phrases. I am not a church goer, but I am a believer. Anyway, what I came here to say is that the ultra religious believers would say that using these kinds of phrases tend to fall into the “taking the Lord’s name in vain” category. So, this would actually be more…

I am not a fan of milk, but I love milk products (cheese, etc.), but does everyone realize that humans are the only species that drink milk after infancy? I just find that an oddly amazing random fact, and I’ve never had a format where I could use it.

What irks me is that designers don’t seem to understand that because I am larger in some places means my clothing does not follow the normal proportions. What I mean is that just because I need more room in the boobs or belly area does not mean I need a gigantic neck opening and five foot long sleeves. Anybody know…

I love Riesling. Nothing else to really add here. Just felt compelled to jump in. :)

It’s Ole Miss ffs. This is so normal there. Prissy pretentious people all over the place. It’s always been this way. If you don’t believe me, Google “Ole Miss tailgate” and click on images. I would have just posted a few, but there are thousands to chose from.

I love her even more now. Has anyone ever turned it down? And everyone is judged pretty harshly. So, you go girl, knowing what works for you and doing what is best for you. She rules!

Thank you. One of the scariest things I’ve ever done. I started last year, and I was so worried. But there are so many of us that it soon became not so much of a thing with me. Go for it. It’s never too late to do your thing, no matter what that is!

Thank you! It’s just the whole rock cycle thing. It’s like this is how it happens, but wait. It could be this. Or this. Or maybe this. It’s just one chapter thank goodness, but I hope it is not a sign of things to come!

I started back to school this week. I am officially a freshman and 1/2. Fifty two years young. I am taking Earth Science, and I just told hubs, “Rocks are hard.” We both laughed, but what I meant was, “Oh my goodness this is confusing.” I guess my “brag” is that I know I will get through it. I didn’t make it this far…

I am so sorry. Pets are family. Sometimes better than family. But you are doing the right thing. Meaning all the wonderful spoiling and not prolonging the suffering. It’s hard, and it’s emotional, and there is nothing to do except what you are doing. Hang in there. Hugs.

Beer. Mic Ultra to be exact. Not my favorite, but as someone once said, “There are only two beers worth drinking. Your favorite and free.” So there’s that.

Lol. I can agree with that. Not much of a marshmallow fan as an adult. As a kid, I would pretty much eat anything.

Green bean casserole is still a thing, at the holidays anyway. I don’t eat it anymore. I am not sure if anyone in my family does, but it is tradition.

Cream of mushroom soup and saltines are for that nasty canned asparagus. And slice up a couple of boiled eggs in it. Geez, I ate some awful crap when I was growing up. The thought of it kind of makes me queasy. It was the ‘70's though.

I know exactly what that is and I have eaten them. If you are high class white trash, which I consider myself to be, you use oyster crackers. You know what is even better? Smear some peanut butter on saltines, then plunk some mini marshmallows on top, then run them under the broiler to toast a bit. Man, that brings…

According to the Google, it is “Friday”. And once I knew that, yeah, I can hear it that way.