The bad news is that she was all the ignorance necessary to make a mess of the department; the good news is that gravel pits are hard to come by in Washington D.C..
Puppy killer.
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When we’d go to visit my grandmother, she’d always have a few of these magazines around: Hollywood, movie stars, etc. She LOVED reading these things! My mom’s opinion of them was something like “Pfft!” and she wouldn’t touch them. When I was bored, I’d check them out and might find an article of interest, but back in the ‘60s, most of the articles seemed to be about movie stars from the ‘30s and ‘40s. Now I wish I had read more bout those old movie stars. 🎥🌟🍿
A quick calculation:
If the helicopter service cost $15 in 1965 (for example), that would be the equivalent of $134.04 today.
I could see a New York cab ride costing that much in 2023.
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.
Hi Allhailthe 70shousewife! I’m pretty sure I’m not your mom (although I’m probably in that age range … I’ve got to say that I love ❤️ your site! It’s a beautiful place to me - to see the catalog pages of what kids were wearing when I was in school, the ads I remember, the pictures of people at that time, everything! So much nostalgia! I also strongly support the causes that you occasionally post on here (go vote kids - it’s for your future!). Thank you so much for creating this space, and much love, happiness and support!
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.
Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!
If you have to tell the world that you’re an “incredibly honest, clean guy,” chances are pretty high that you’re not.
There are days when I‘ve been this excited to get into bed (even if mine isn’t new).
Damn that fraud Reagan and all those other governors and legislators who closed down those nice, safe mental hospitals where these people could get the help they so desperately and obviously need! There’s no measurement of a national I.Q., but it doesn’t take a genius to see that these people are bring down our human development index.
The Qult has their hands full today deqoding qomms about the superbowl…