its one of the best films Peter Jackson has made, IMO.
its one of the best films Peter Jackson has made, IMO.
Okay, so figs aren't the primary ingredient. But there are figs in it, so it's figgy. If you can read this really old piece of paper my great-grandfather wrote on, the recipe is yours to use:
I just wish that lady in Texas who drowned her sons in the bath and that other lady who drove her kids into a lake had thought of the "running away" solution. Kids can cope with most things. They abide.
speaking as a parent: you're not selfish. You're only selfish when you have an obligation to another human being and fail to meet it. That only happens, universally, when you actually HAVE a kid and neglect that obligation to them. (on a case by case basis, often but not always, one can also be obligated in certain…
I'm so sorry for the loss your family is going through. That's awful.
Last night I wish somebody stabbed me. My mother in law said: "I consider myself a progressive but why can't lesbians dress better? They aren't doing themselves any favors by trying to look like men. They should look more feminine and who knows, maybe they will catch the eye of a man and become straight. Isn't…
I gotta say, I'm not sure how you can think that "fame changed her" given that she started acting really young and hit mega-fame at age 17. Even if you were her third grade best friend and not just a random Twihard, I can't figure how you think you have the authority to define who she really is/was deep inside.
Oh Jesus. She kissed the director, this ain't high school!
I think it's because she refuses to play the game, and doesn't make any effort to come across as likeable.
I feel like she would be a lot of fun, friendship wise. Really laid back and honest. Why do people dislike her?
I think I'm living it right now. Currently engaged with a hardcore vegan friend (and their hardcore vegan friends) insisting that Thanksgiving is the Holocaust (because turkeys, not Native Americans, as one might assume) and not giving a shit that I am German-Jewish and highly insulted/hurt by the comparison and,…
From tonight: was leaving a relative's house and my step mom's dad told me, "Watch out for those black people!" because I'm from St. Louis. Sigh.
It's probably not the worst ever, but Wednesday I flew from Oregon to Michigan with my 9 year old son so he could spend the holiday with his father, from whom I am thankfully and almost for a decade, divorced. Because it costs approximately one kidney to fly for the holidays, it's too expensive for me to fly home to…
I had this conversation with my bosses daughter when she was three:
One year while I was away at school, I didn't go home for Thanksgiving because I was having all four (very impacted) wisdom teeth pulled that weekend. So my family decided to come to me. Which was very nice of them, but I was in a lot of pain, and zonked on painkillers, and swollen, and on antibiotics which made me…
Not being American, I've never had thanksgiving, and what I know about it is mostly what I learned from The Addams Family Values. But I like turkey and mashed potatoes and wine, and I gather this is white a lot of what Thanksgiving is. I'm also good at dealing with awkward and awful people. Can I make a Thanksgiving…
My aunt asked my three year-old son what he was thankful for. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "lots of love." I dropped my fork, and the room was suddenly filled with the sound of a table-full of adult hearts exploding simtaneously :)
This reminds me of my wonderful niece, who, at the age of 4, was explained the reason why Christians celebrate Christmas.
"He's dead. Dead people don't get to have birthdays. This is pointless".
Oddly enough "I tried" is exactly what is wwritten on my grandmother's gravestone.
Unless Ms. Clary is dead, then this kid is just really good at covering all the bases.
Sidenote: If I was an elementary school teacher turned ghost, I would haunt the shit out of people with the smells of scented markers. You'll know I'm angry when an artificial grape + black licorice odor wafts past your desk.