I grew up in BFE. A gallon of milk was 40 miles for the trip OR the "local" general store (10 miles the other way) would sell it to you for the bargain basement price of $5.99. Weekly supply runs, making sure your tank NEVER got below a quarter, slogging up and down dirt roads on foot because rains rolled through and you can't make it even in a 4wd lifted pickup (besides, if you tried you'd ruin the road for when it dries up, and leave massive troughs in the clay), sprinting to catch a school bus that ran on inconsistent times and wouldn't wait, etc. sounds super romantic til you have to live it. Being poor and living in the woods was crappy.
See, around here, Grayson would never marry Madison or Brittany, since they live in the trailer park. But, Grayson's parents would definitely be okay if he was dating Brooke. Or, maybe Anna Katherine.
In a few hours I have to pick up my sister at the air port. She's coming down to see our dad for the last time, and she's staying for A WEEK. I love my sister, but she gets on my nerves really quickly with all of her Jesus-talk. Pray for me.
I'm not religious but I'll think good thoughts for your dad. In terms of you and your sister, well who gets along with everyone? When my brother was very sick in Florida I couldn't stand to be in the same room as mine. I do see how in a stressful situation religion can make a hard situation much much harder to cope with.
Jacob is the Madison of names. Because every kid is named Jacob and Madison. In the 80's it was Gary and Melanie. Nobody uses those names anymore.
Coincidentally this is the one time in history the SJWs are excusing berating (sorry, "mansplaining") a woman with her kids in public. Somehow this one incident get a pass. Really proves what fake liars Jessica Valenti and the like are.
My sister is 20. Her boyfriend is the same age. His two best friends are named Keith and Dennis. And no, shockingly they are not 50 year old accountants with fluffy mustaches. She tweeted that Ivanka "can handle some criticism in real life". Thats not criticism, thats bothering a mother with her children who was minding her own business. What a couple of tools.
Dennis has always been popular name. Keith is the name of the guy who used to flick you in the balls in the hallway during your public school years. Then there are the names you haven't heard much of since the Greatest generation: Murray, Ruth, Russell, Mabel, Irene, Gertrude, Ernie... Not exactly stripper names.
Speaking of weave....I was at the walmart grocery store the other day and I saw....count with me: Not one. Not two. Three? No, keep counting. But FOUR fake braids/weaves on the ground in the parking lot. Appetite killer.
My hair (specifically the hair that grows out of my scalp) goes down almost to my ass. I don't need a weave.
For some reason my annual review is happening before xmas this year. For the first time in a long time I actually have a really good feeling about it. Should happen in about 30 minutes or so. Then I'm knocking off for the day, going to pick up a bunch of ammo and clay pigeons to shoot with my brother in law who doesn't have any idea he's gonna become an uncle again. Joy to the world motherfuckers.
I am contemplating watching the LOTR and Hobbit trilogies back to back over the course of this coming week, since my kid will be with her dad through New Years. Should I watch the Hobbit first? Since it's a prequel? I'm thinking yes, but welcome any input.
I made this joke to a gigantic black man I was standing next to while waiting to cross the street in downtown Brooklyn when we watched a tuft of weave blow gently down the street. He did not seem amused, but I still consider it one of my finer moments of my whole life.