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I got the bedrest pillow E also, for when I went off to college in 1970. It was the goldenrod color. It was with me for years until I gave it up to move in the late 1990s. Still wish I had it, though - it was handy.
My parents had E in a navy blue. They were a whole thing in the 70s. She changed them out to dusty lilac sateen ones in 1983 and I got hers. It stayed with me til college.
# Backup voices for “The Sound of Philadelphia,” by MFSB (1974)
The Three Degrees (1974)
Her husband sounds like his ass is so tight, you couldn’t pull a needle out with a tractor.
Your husband sounds like a prick, Patricia. I am so sorry.
You have so many wonderful posts, and many others and I enjoy them. Likewise, I enjoy what you have to say, as I’m old, this world is going to the kids gradually, and I want them to change it for the better; it’s the only planet we’ve got. Please speak out as frequently as you would like!
Always ask yourself WHY someone tries to convince you not to vote or that your vote “doesn’t count”. What does anybody gain by not voting? What have you done for the world by not voting?
The people sitting in puddles of negativity saying DO NOT EXERCISE YOUR RIGHTS are free to sit in their puddles. But who gains by being dragged into their dark puddle?
Why so you people care if we vote? Why do you need to convince others to “give up”? What is YOUR big plan to fix this? How does negative apathy change the dystopia you love to moan about? Yes, you are so much smarter and cooler and harder and edgier than the rest of us for folding your arms and refusing to participate. Good for you. Live your lives inside a dark, hopeless cloud if you like but please stop trying to keep others from enjoying the sunshine of positive action💗
Growing up, I had skates with metal wheels that clamped onto your shoes. The only place we had to skate was on the sidewalks, so if the skates weren’t secured tightly or the sidewalk was uneven, it could lead to some interesting results, usually involving Bactine, iodine and Band-aids - or worse.
I received Dixie (6) for a Christmas gift in 1961, while my brother received Pixie. I don’t know what happened to Pixie - the last I saw of him was over 30 years ago and he was looking pretty rough - but I still have Dixie almost 61 years later. He’s a little worn but he’s still doing good.
Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
Amazed at the sight of my arm, I call out, “Hey genie, I know I was thinking about having some crab for dinner, but it’d be cannibalism to have some now.”
Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!
Remember when you had to bring your little brother to a play date?
One got kicked out, the other is on the way out. Couldn’t happen too soon or to a more deserving pair:
https://apple.news/A5PzkDS14Rq-7_vWTWYAaSA
It’s ironic that conservatives are getting the vapors over a leak of a memo to outlaw abortion, 49 years after it was declared legal. This is what these idiots wanted since 1973; this is a centerpiece of what they plotted and planned for years. Now that the memo is out, they’ve compared it to actual violence, their sin of 16 months ago - like the two actions are similar. In truth, the only conservative who should be apprehensive about this leak is John Roberts; it’s his legacy, as it’s his court, and his court will be remembered as the one that struck down abortion. That’s why, instead of having the expected 6-3 split on Court decisions, we have 5-4 decisions; he doesn’t want opinions to look too radical, for history’s sake.
There are some who think that some “radical, crazed, socialist Democrat” released the memo; you know, like Jeanne “Box O’ Wine” Pirro, or some representative from Hate Radio. I doubt it; in freshman orientation at the Supreme Court, it’s one of those things that Roberts should mention, that what happens in the Court stays in the Court. I think the leak culprit is Ginni Thomas, who doesn’t mind sharing her opinion with Clarence. Having gotten this breaking news right from the horse’s mouth (or from the other end), she’d be most happy to share with like-minded conservatives. The memo might have ended up in Politico’s hand, but it may well have traveled around a bit before stopping there.
By the same reasoning of trump, you could say:
“Isn‘t it a shame, all those people are dead all because Trump was born?”
“Isn‘t it a shame, all those people are dead all because 62 million Americans thought having a debt-ridden, fake game show narcissist as the leader of their country would be a grand idea?”
“Isn‘t it a shame, all those people are dead all because our President was a ‘useful idiot’ to the dictator of Russia.”
Bonus: Cawthorn embarrasses himself again - no word about his underwear choices.
https://apple.news/AMwxZ7bATRuqTE7F2LY1pAA
I’d been wondering what rock Goofy (Gowdy) was hiding under these days; he was last seen hanging up his congressional chairmanship in the House Oversight Committee to go into the business of law. However, the bright lights and spouting of evidence-free statements was to much to resist, so he slithered his way over to Fox News. H’yuk!
To help out The Gowd here, 1) why would Joe Biden want to see what “non-stop negative press looks like, when he’s getting it while trying to help Americans; 2) Biden isn’t a conman out for himself, like that tubby orange guy; 3) Biden isn’t a crook, either; 4) and Biden doesn’t have a dishonest, mealy-mouth head of the House Oversight Committee calling for investigations based on trumped-up political charges for anything he’s done, like, you know, the guy you see in your mirror every day.
South Carolina doesn’t seem to be missing you, Goofy.
If you have to tell the world that you’re an “incredibly honest, clean guy,” chances are pretty high that you’re not.
Former White House doctor-turned-congressman makes prediction!
He’s never been correct about anything before; why would he start now?
Is he drunk? Has he been taking drugs? He has a history of both!
Having diagnosed Trump with "incredibly good genes," that Trump did “exceedingly well” on his cognitive test, and "if he (Trump)had a healthier diet over the last 20 years, he might live to be 200 years old,” we must seriously question any statement Jackson made. That’s not including his fudging on Trump’s height and weight at his annual physical to make it appear that he was less obese.
We have a shot of Copper after he did a flop in his cage. I’d been trying to get a picture of him doing this for several months, but I’m 1) too slow, 2) too noisy, or he’s 3) got super hearing - or all of these. Being a lop, I had not considered the advantages of having big, flexible ears, As in this picture, he can put one of those big boys down over his eye to make it dark enough to fall asleep. Being handicapped in this area, I have to resort to a pillow on my head. Rest easy, little boy, more fruit and vegetables are heading your way.
Overhead view, while I had the chance to get it.
This is my new housemate, Copper. He’s a 4-year old Netherland lop now in his 3rd home (and hopefully last), loves to be petted and is enjoying some new culinary delights that he hasn’t had before. I’m trying to get him to eat hay; that’s coming along slowly, but he appears to like timothy hay more than oat hay (it’s weird that he doesn’t like it much, but I suspect he wasn’t given much of it at his previous homes, plus he likes all the tasty foods that he’s been given). In this picture, he’s ecstatic about just being petted and is in his position to get some more of that good rubbin’. He’s a good boy! A very good boy!
We need to be like this little fellow now and in the future:
i wish the world wasn’t so hard on them. i wish they would’ve stayed 😔
I know what you’re saying, and yeah, it’s cold. Damn cold sometimes. But I’ve made my decision long before you wrote this. When I came up to Minnesota 45 years ago to go to grad school, I fell in love with the state all over again. And I stayed up there for seven more years trying to get a job. When I was down to my last $50, I had to leave, and I’ve been trying to get back since then. Before leaving, I endured days of -100 wind chill, another day when it was -36 and blizzards. These were the more worse conditions; it doesn’t include ice, snow storms or days below zero. That’s why you’ve got to be tough. On the opposite side, I’ve twice done time in Florida, the U.S. version of Hell, where days/months of 90 degrees on end are the norm. Like it hot? Come down and see how you like it. I hate it. When I first did time in Florida, it was around Ft. Lauderdale, which is 10 1/2 months of Hell and 6 weeks of Near Hell. I’d open my car door after a day of work and thought I would spontaneously combust. I escaped then after 8 years, spent 5 years out and then met a wonderful, smart and lovely woman - who lived in Florida. Glad I never said I’d never go back we got married, worked, retired and after 20 years, I convinced my wife that we needed four seasons in our lives, and she seemed ready. But life has a few tricks up its sleeve, and one of them is that after 33 years of suffering from CNS Lupus, she passed away on September 1. She won’t physically be with me when I move back to Minnesota, but she’ll be with me spiritually and in my heart, in a place she never got to see except through my descriptions. You bet I’m coming, for both of us, and it will probably be the most remote place you can find on the map of the state. After 38 years of trying to get back, it’s going to happen, for me, for us.
I don’t care how much you think the cold is sweet and nice and “~Oooo layers and hot chocolate!!~”. Don’t do it. Your definition of the word “cold” has been lost to time and willful ignorance. “Do you prefer hot or cold?” They ask. “Cold.” You say. It’s an obvious answer. “You can always add more layers but you can only get so naked.” Fool. -40 doesn’t care about your perceptions. You are inside a heated house. you are wearing three layers of sweatshirts and your fuzziest socks. there are thirty blankets crushing you and you can no longer move or breathe but the cold is so bone deep that you feel it coming from inside of you. You bundle up in your aesthetic jackets and cute beanies and you go outside. You’ve made it four steps before the icy wind stabs the back of your throat in revenge for underestimating it. You go back inside and you keep adding layers. Still, deep under so many heavy jackets and wool socks, your extremities burn with the cold by the time you get to your car. when you get where you’re going you look like you rolled out of a bed in the middle of lake superior. you probably did. it’s minnesota.
“It’s only three months!!” Fool. Dumb of ass. Winter is a greedy mistress. She steals the young spring months like fucking rumpelstiltskin. You won’t see dirt until May. Possibly June. if you think I’m exaggerating then there’s still hope for you. She impatiently swallows your Halloween and Thanksgiving. You see the famed colored leaves for one (1) week. Your perception is completely altered. Is twenty degrees cold? I don’t know anymore. I thought it was kinda warm. I’ve heard i’m wrong.
You do not want this bitter mistress. She will chew up your naivety and spit it back in your face. Stay blissfully ignorant. Don’t let her draw you in. This is hell frozen over.
I can’t say no, the li’l bean is way too cute!
How can anyone say no to this lil bean???