Look closer - it’s AI.

That’s not too say I haven’t seen some awkward developments (prefab, 55 and over community) where they obviously leveled everything, built, then added back all young trees. Decades later it’s still obvious.

By providing an environment where a parent can afford to stay home and spend time with their child, instead of crossing their fingers that the worst their kid does when left alone is look at porn vs setting the house on fire while the parents are working extra jobs and extra hours for a roof over their heads.

I do find true crime terribly interesting and have watched Forensic Files, Dateline, etc for years, and liked that there were podcast forms of these shows and more (Crime Junkie.) Every now and then though I get a recommendation for a new show and 15 seconds in I feel echoes of the “murder muffin” sentiment and I just feel gross. No thanks.

I vote for aioli!

I regularly get temporary hair color to some of my hair (pinks or purples). Because they fade slightly with each wash, my goal is to only wash once a week in cold water to get the most bang for my buck. Days 1-3 no additional products needed, dry shampoo 4,5, (some hair pulled back/styled up) and days 6,7 I’ll put my hair up. I still shower regularly, just put my hair up and cover it when I do. Depending on activity levels if I’m getting sweaty, I’ll probably shorten it to a 5 day cycle.

According to the lady I go to she has plenty of women that have weekly hair appointments for a wash, blowout, and style that basically do the same (and no - they’re not all “old ladies.”)

I think the problem is that one side is making a statement as an absolute, and the other one is making a statement which they quantify as “most”.

One single occurrence disqualifies the person claiming the absolute.

“Most” would mean more than half, which may be a big ask but we don’t know their entire experience, culture, environment, and all the other factors involved.

For the record, as a very fair skinned 53yo woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, I’ve spent my entire adult life hiding from the sun and wearing sun screen year round (I live in the Chicago area.) I regularly get mistaken for my early-mid 30s, and if I look really close I can see some fine crows feet when I smile. I dare say 10 years ago they’d have been hard to find lol.

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I loved the movement years ago to shop male nipples over female nipples and post the end results. I mean, letter on the law and stuff, right?

But isn’t it basically bunny veal anyway?

Following those lines, I recently received some money from an aunt who passed away in January. It’s possible that I could straight up pay for the repairs, but I sure as hell don’t want to tell someone that before they give me a number!

Most of the companies I’ve had contact with start talking about claim numbers before they even come out. Of the ones that actually came out and looked at the roof, they wanted claim numbers “to talk it out with the insurance company” and then they’ll get back to me with what it would cost once they get it sorted out. It’s just so frustrating.

My current problem is that I have a big job that I still can’t even get done.

I need a roof, as in I have an extremely old house with a very old worn roof that has actually developed a whole rotted into part of it. If I can get a roofing company to come out to do an estimate, they won’t even talk numbers with me unless I tell them I’ll file an insurance claim as storm damage and they’ll work with the insurance company. This isn’t storm damage. This is me not having money for too many years to get the job done when it should have been done, and now my roof is fucked, and I’m getting a run around by the people to replace it.

When I was growing up I never connected that we always had a special “breakfast for dinner” the night before Easter. What was happening is that my parents would carefully crack one end of a dozen eggs to preserve the majority of the shell, and wash them. After lightly baking the empty shells to make sure they were dry/sanitary, my dad would fill them with a candy mix (M&Ms, Skittles, peanuts, mints) then seal the egg with royal icing and dry. These eggs would be hidden in random places throughout the house. Little kid me never questioned the arrival of the eggs, but enjoyed smashing the shell and spilling the candy out.

By the time I had kids, the best I could muster is plastic shells we would fill with candy and toys. My kids still had fun and I just reused the shells year after year.

I work in hospice, and can’t describe the anger and sadness I have at moments. I say moments because if I let it fester I’d be of no help.

Like the young woman that recently passed - a few years ago she was diagnosed with extremely high blood pressure in her 30s, so had to go on medication. Shortly after she lost her job and couldn’t afford it, so quit talking her meds. Next thing you know she had a stroke. A couple years later she has complications leading to another event, and now she’s dead.

Because lifesaving medicine and healthcare is too expensive, parents watched their child die.

If I remember correctly, the money goes to a guardian for the benefit of the child.

20 years ago I knew someone who’s husband was on a motorcycle and was run over and killed by a commercial truck driver (I think he was falling sleep or something.) She was a stay-at-home mom of 4 kids at the time. In the end between the settlement and the social security, she was able to continue to stay home to raise the children and college wasn’t going to be a problem either.

I haven’t thought of that family in years. In typing that out, I’m realizing that the American dream is still alive and well! Kids just have to be ready to sacrifice one of their parents to get it.

I just build ovens for a living, I didn’t think they’d actually use them.

The student doesn’t pay for highschool, but there are still fees. My income was low enough that they waived the (roughly) $500-700 a year though. They based it off the paperwork to qualify for free/reduced lunches.

As a fellow American, I have nothing but love for our Canadian neighbors!

Whatever happens the next few years, I can only hope we get the opportunity to have an election and vote some adults back in, and start repairing relationships. Yes, I threw up a little with that. 😒.

When I first started dating my current bf, he brought out Kingdom Builder. We played, it was fun, he got excited that he found a game I enjoyed. Excited enough that he went ahead and bought the rest of the expansions.

Next time we got together to play games, I got REALLY confused and struggled because the rules changed. A big lesson was learned in that moment lol. I struggled overall for a while because everytime we played a game and I felt like I was just starting to get it, some aspect of the game would change and I felt like I was starting over again. In time we’ve found some compromises that work for us though. Legacy games FTW!

One of the things I miss about regularly wearing masks. I could open mouth controlled gasp for air and not make excessive noise after walking 4 flights at work. Eventually I did it enough that it really wasn’t bad, then after working more off site I lost conditioning.

I batch cook steel cut oats in a rice cooker every weekend, 50/50 water/milk. The kids previously rejected instant rolled oats, but actually like steel cut!