Dammit. Looks like the firewall and 2 switches got fried
I like licorice okay, having cultivated a taste for it as “a candy that I didn’t have to share/compete for,” but I’m not particularly passionate about it. What I am passionate about is discouraging the application of the word to candies that are flavored like strawberries, cherries, and grapes.
Endless asthma attack continues. I actually slept pretty well last night, for a good eleven or twelve hours, and my peak flow meter this morning said I was doing better than yesterday. All that until I pulled a box of puzzles from the closet to put together with my son. Dust? I don’t know what. I had to use my emergency inhaler. And my son hated that I was coughing so much, yelling at me to stop, I’m like I don’t know what you tell you kid, I hate it too. I’ve lost a fair amount of my voice from all the coughing. I need this to be over because Wee Weasel starts school this week. We’ve got big old fish to fry.
Hear hear!!! The term “red licorice” is much stupider and wronger than “deyhydrated water”.
Walgreens sells that Wiley Wallaby stuff. Not for me. It’s wet & soft & sticky IMO. Licorice should be hard, chewy, a bit stretchy, & not in the slightest wet.
My favorite is the “Red Vines” brand. Bring it home, cut the entire end off the plastic overwrap, leave it in the cupboard to air and age for about 2 weeks, then devour.
Oh hey, while we’re on the subject of Unilever, a very belated but hearty FUCK YOU to them for scooping up the Sir Kensington’s condiment brand and doing away with their delightful ketchup to focus on their fucking mayonnaise. Seriously, mayonnaise??? Sir Kensington’s had a very distinct ketchup recipe, but Unilever threw it out the door to focus on egg glop in a jar.
Fucking Amazon. The last three things I ordered from them just never arrived. My husband gets stuff…the house hasn’t moved…I just can’t get my orders for some reason. Tonight the driver got up to the gate, texted to say he couldn’t get in, and drove away even though I responded immediately and was in the yard waving at him. I went inside and canceled all my orders, except for one. Last spring I ordered the newest Stephen King book, it comes out in about two weeks. (And now I recall Amazon dicked me over with the last book delivery as well). Will I have to take the fucking day off work to receive it?
I’m going to Walmart tomorrow to get the things Amazon won’t sell me. Right now I feel like I could fly there under my own power.
I’m pitting the old suntanlotion. It took me a loong time, but I’ve changed…
2 years ago I let this bum stay with me, we “dated”, as it were. Anyway, he had raped me.
I told a bus friend, and she said, Hes living with Mandy now! (Not real name). I knew I’d see Mandy at a cook out, and I told her I wanted to talk to her about “Sam.”. Seems he had told her about the incident, and made excuses; “I was drunk, it slipped.” “Hes completely changed now”, she said. He wrote her poetry! Wow. Yeah, I hear tell Manson used to serenade women too.
If he’d changed, he would’ve owned up to it. I told her he had long ago beat up his ex. He admitted that to me. She flexed and said she could handle him. Hes in jail (again) right now.
I walked home, and thought, somethings changed. I feel I have self esteem now, I’m not her, putting up with a loser out of desperation.
I feel good about myself. I tried to warn her.
I no longer will put up with bad treatment. I think, as I have not been asked out in 6 months because its not possible to meet guys. I take the bus around in the day, any guy I see will likely not have a car, or job so don’t know how I will find someone.
I’m glad! A bad guy is way worse than no guy at all.
Another earthquake nearby. Second one in Madison Ohio this week.
That is really good to hear. I spend way too much time on Reddit listening to women talk about their terrible relationships but don’t have the awareness to leave. It’s frustrating. Then there was my mother, who always picked the worst ones.
I know there’s an element of luck to finding the right person, but you’re never going to find the right person if you’re with the wrong one.
Disclaimer: I’ve been married almost twenty years.
After my last relationship ended I was so relieved! I swore I would never get married again. I learned to be by myself and I was happy! About a year later I was remarried to the RIGHT kind of guy.
I think that was an attractive quality to the RIGHT kind of guy. Guys that use and abuse look for women that are needy and naïve and gullible. Easy to manipulate. The stronger you are, the smarter about human nature you are, the less those asshole guys want you.
One day you will meet a great guy, who will treat you right. You will recognize a bad guy very quickly based on the experience you’ve had with previous bad guys.
Good luck!
I was in some bad relationships until I started to really pay attention to red flags and stopped allowing myself to be in relationships with women showing them. I had a tendency to attract women with a lot of trauma in their pasts, and they appealed to my need to help them feel better. But ultimately that always ended up in chaos.
I finally chose a woman who didn’t have any of those things, and while we did get a divorce we were married for 7 years, most good. I then waited years to date again, in fact I wasn’t even sure I wanted to, then I decided that being alone wasn’t healthy for me. So I did an online matching service, and though I had a lot of potential partners (one of whom I contacted a lot and came close to dating), it found someone who it said was perfect, far more than anyone else. I trusted it, we talked, then met, I fell in love, and our 10 year wedding anniversary is this month.
Success stories! Bus people talk to each other, and I was talking to this senior man, he had his niece and her kids with him once. Shes pretty and 26. She has 4 kids, 1, 2 and a half, 4, and 6. I asked him today if the father helped her. There are 4 different fathers and they don’t help. Bad choices…
That is the kind of thing I will never understand. I understand making the same mistake once, but four times? Especially when kids are at stake. It’s a shame. My mother has been married five times, the fifth one, he is actually a pretty good guy, at least the best one she ever dated. They were together when I was about eight years old and I loved him so much, and when they broke up I was devastated. I never forgot about him. She ended up meeting him again long after I was grown up and she moved to a different state with him and they got married. I don’t know if he is the same guy from my childhood because I don’t speak to my mother anymore, but I worry more about him being married to her than the other way around.
I don’t know what it is about my family where the women just have to have a man at all costs. My grandmother was the same way for a long time until her most recent husband died and she doesn’t want to go through that again, so she’s happily single. Whatever it is that makes you need a man, I don’t have it. But I did meet my husband and married young, after four years together, and we’re together still 17 years later. When I think about the instability of my childhood, it’s a miracle I fell into a stable relationship so young. His parents had a terrible marriage. The secret to our success is to look at what our parents did and not do that!
So I have a story…
I used to hang out with a couple friends at a diner called the “Family Pancake House”. It was a regular thing where we’d be there a few times a week, we would order some food, get drinks with free refills (soda and/or coffee) and just chat for hours. It was a slow place so they didn’t mind us taking up so much time and I at least liked tipping well (I generally do that everywhere).
There was a particular waitress who worked there named Lanie. She was extremely pretty. She had dark hair, freckles, bright blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I’m not stupid, I was in the retail and service industry so I know that a good waitress is always going to be friendly with customers. But she was very flirty with me, more than any waitress I’d ever interacted with. Eventually I asked her if she wanted to do something sometime and she said yes.
We hung out a couple of times but mostly talked on the phone. (This was the 90s, so if you wanted to talk to someone it was the phone or you’d meet up somewhere.) We had a lot of things in common, it was almost eerie. We used to get allergy shots at the same hospital regularly as kids, so we might have even met years before and not known. And we were born on the same day; same birthdate and same year. As far as I know, she the only person I’ve ever known born on the same day.
She was funny and sweet and great to talk to. There was one catch… She had a kid and was a single mom. Now, I liked her a lot and was okay with that. I knew that dating someone with a kid was a whole different thing, and I was only 20 so I’d never done that before. But I thought, she’s really great and it’s worth it.
We only barely got to know each other before she had a bad fall at work, had to be hospitalized for a while, couldn’t really go anywhere, and we lost touch. We went our separate ways.
Maybe a year later, I was with some different friends at the mall and I ran into her again. She looked great and was extremely excited to see me and wanted to catch up. We chatted for a while, and in the course of talking I realized that sometime in the year since I last spoke to her she’d had another kid,
I was not wise back then, especially with women, but that was not a red flag. It was an air raid siren. I was pleasant but evasive when she talked about doing something sometime. I never saw her again.
She was absolutely great but I have never once regretted the fact that we never hooked up or got serious.
Hm. I went to school with a girl who got pregnant at 13, eventually dropped out, married him, had a few more kids. They are still together I have found out! How rare is that?
We were precocious back then, my other friend got pregnant at 14.
Kindof why I stayed a virgin til 23
I’m not sure, but I would imagine it’s harder to leave someone if you have three kids together.
My Mom was 18 when she got pregnant with me, but it wasn’t exactly consensual. She did marry my father but he was crazy abusive, so it didn’t last long. She got all of the social judgment. I’m sure that’s one of the things that messed her up. She had a lot of bitterness about being socially ostracized and poor, and even in the early years, before things went really bad between us, I always felt like I was a responsibility she had, not a joy, not a blessing, just something she had to do.
When I had my son (at age 37) I was like howwww did she do it? How? I had a very rough time postpartum, doing that at 19 seems impossible. She was a college student! It doesn’t excuse the things she did to me but it explains a lot.
You can have sympathy and even empathy for a person for their terrible circumstances, but you don’t have to forgive or accept what they did as a result of those circumstances.
Well, if you ever have to endure a lockdown, being stuck in a brewery has to be one of the best possible scenarios.
Indeed!