Text, robocalls, snail mail and email. I get a minimum of 4 emails a day from "President Trump" alone alternating between praise and threats, plus every rando running for any office in multiple states. The NRSC, NRCC and RNC bombard me in every medium, too. Texting STOP has no effect.
NO MORE. NOT ONE DIME.
We can't even get the SAVE Act passed with overwhelming bipartisan support from voters of every description. I've never seen as much solicitation as I have this cycle, not even in presidential election years.
The dual strategy of Vote Them Out, Starve Them Out must be working.
"Toddler" officially covers from age 1-3. Are people really attempting to reason with a 12, 13, 14-month-old? They are in all-motion-and no-brain stage until somewhere in the neighborhood of two, at which point they learn the all-purpose NO. The only thing to do is pick them up and move them to something else. By the back of the overalls, thrashing and screaming if necessary. Parenting is more footwork and lifting than talking at that point. Somewhere around 3 is where civilization skills can start. House Rules - simple, basic stuff - pick up toys, don't climb on the kitchen table, please and thank you, don't hit the baby. No long-winded explanation needed, just a rule and consequences. Toys left on floor are on top of fridge the next morning and you can't have them. No (insert favorite cartoon) because you hit your baby brother, etc. Meltdowns still happen but they are getting less frequent. Stickers on a calendar for the good stuff works. Earn enough stickers for a pizza or trip to the park, whatever the favorite thing is at the moment. Somewhere around age 4, you have a semi-civilized little person. Congratulations! You survived.
What do you do when the breadwinner becomes ill or gets laid off after you have kids? Auction them off? Trading new prom dresses and horseback riding lessons for a job in HS to help put food on the table sucked at the time but it taught a lot of valuable life lessons, too. It was harder on the younger kids, anything that cost money was a no. I scraped enough together to take the youngest to the school roller skating party at the end of the year. It was a huge deal for her. Things turned around and by the time she was HS age she had a nice car, nice vacations, any activities and clothes she wanted. You can't know when you have a baby what the trajectory will be financially. You just roll with it.
Not just size, structure matters, too. Adding more board members having all 3 branches of government powers is probably a bad idea. The new counties will still be very large. Nothing wrong with adjoining counties having agreements to share services or facilities. Your idea to reduce duplication might be better applies to school districts which could be done to align with the new county maps.
Let’s show some love to the veteran @brendanmjones a war hero 🇺🇸 fought ISIS and bonded with Lucy
America’s dog give her back to her family.
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The proliferation of apps, the rented software and the burying of how things actually work behind dozens of fill in the blank steps annoys the livin' crap outta me. The laptop is bad, the phone is worse. Playing seek and destroy to get rid of unwanted crap that runs the battery down is a weeks-long process for a new phone or laptop. My first PC was an IBM with 2 5 1/4 floppy bays. One held the program (either Word or Lotus 1-2-3) the other was to save your data. It was complemented with a phone cradle to dial into the university mainframe and a Juki green bar paper dot matrix printer. My 1st cell phone was a small brick. I've adapted, learned and upgraded all along. I loved it, it was the Wild West. Now it seems more like a virtual prison.
@Turbinetraveler I can see where some people would have thought the pilot didn't mean what he said. Like people with heart problems, respiratory problems, diabetics, hard of hearing - all using BT and an app to manage/monitor our medical issues.
For most of my life, I absolutely loved to fly. It was a huge deal to have the stewardess come to your seat and invite you to go into the cockpit. The view is much better there, and the pilots would point out rivers, towns, and mountains so I could tell where we were. They were patient and answered questions about what the knobs and indicators were for and I always got the little wings to pin on my dress. Even as an adult, I would jump for the travel assignment, not even caring where or what the task was when I got there. Worth it for a plane ride. I'm sure those childhood experiences played into my career in aerospace. It makes me sad for all the kids after that never got to do that.
You know who you are. On April 17, you saw me in my yard with my dog. You watched a freak mishap occur. You saw the collar slip over my dog's head. You saw me immediately react, bringing my dog under control as quickly as I could manage without her leaving my property. You heard me apologize and wish you an enjoyable rest of your walk and a great day. You saw me smile.
After seeing that, you did not choose to show me understanding. You called the police. Maybe you told one of your buddies, who called the police on your behalf. Either way, you chose litigiousness over grace. For an incident that left no victims.
The police took my family's dog for that. A dog we've had for ten years. A dog I bonded with in war. Now she's in a concrete cell and I face criminal charges over an incident that left no victims.
I've been angry at you. But I am no more. I choose forgiveness. Not for your sake, but for mine. You are free to hate me if you want, but I will not hate you in return. I do not want to carry that weight.
I'm sure that you have managed to convince yourself that you were in the right. That you were perfectly justified in calling the police on me over the freak collar mishap. That taking away a family's dog and putting a law-abiding citizen who has never wanted to be anything but a good neighbor to you through a living hell was the right thing to do. These words of mine are not going to convince you otherwise, but time may.
"Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, But the Lord weighs the hearts." I pray that the Lord will find me a humble servant, doing justly, loving mercy and walking humbly with Him when he weighs my heart. I am a work in progress, but I'm trying to let the Word be my guide and His will be my own.
When I say that I forgive you, I mean that sincerely. I hold you no ill will and I will not hold a grudge against you. Not for one day more.
I wish you nothing but the best. I hope that God blesses you and your family.
#SaveLucy
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Interesting nexus in my life.
I did not serve, but I sent care packages regularly to those that did. Anywhere from 1-6 servicemembers got a monthly box and letter during the GWOT. Some of the most selfless people ever, I might add. It was impossible to get them to give a list of things they wanted and took some repeated insisting to find out what they needed. Drink packets to make the dreadful water a little more palatable, eye drops because of eternal blowing sand, bore snakes to keep the rifle their life depended on working, baby wipes to try and keep clean - anything I sent was shared. I sent 3 bore snakes -1 to use, 1 to lose and a backup. When I found out he gave the other 2 away, something in me snapped. They all need functioning firearms. All of them. I went to the gun store, cleared the rack and asked at check out if there were more in the back.
"How many more you want?"
"All of them." He disappeared in the back and came out with the owner.
"What are you doing with all these?"
"I'm sending them to our troops in the sandbox."
I walked out with dozens for the price of 1. For our troops that desperately needed guns that work in the sand every time.
I drove past @RealSheriffJoe Arpaio's Tent City on a fairly regular basis back then. I remember thinking that although it must be really uncomfortable on a summer day, at least the inmates aren't getting shot at. BTW, Sheriff Joe is a much-loved living legend in these parts. He was right.
@holyhomemaking@brittilina This what I found works best, too - half butter, half coconut oil. It also helps to chill the dough before putting it on the baking sheets.
The recipe from my mother specifically called for Crisco.