Give her a couple of year. It will happen.I snored so loudly last night I woke both myself and my wife up.
The fact that she hasn't divorced and/or murdered me so far is testament to her sainthood.
Give her a couple of year. It will happen.I snored so loudly last night I woke both myself and my wife up.
The fact that she hasn't divorced and/or murdered me so far is testament to her sainthood.
Would you please pass along that sainthood comment to @Eriol?I snored so loudly last night I woke both myself and my wife up.
The fact that she hasn't divorced and/or murdered me so far is testament to her sainthood.
Picturered here is @Dei solving the problemSee, everytime I hear my husband snore I just forcibly move him into another position until he stops. Once I fall asleep I don't even hear it anymore. Most of the time.
Quick! Become a lesbian!I have no idea where to put this because it's epic for me, but pisses me off too.
After years of searching I think I finally have the answer to whether my great-great grandmother was actually Native American in any way, shape, or form. The answer is a resounding no. From what I've finally found, her father's family were German and her mother's family were Irish. Where they ever got that she was Chickasaw or Cherokee is beyond me. I think I have, unfortunately, shattered a big part of my mom's identity.
Aww crap, that also means I'm probably a "shit lord" now since I am vastly less repressed as a full-blooded Euro Caucasian. D'oh!
One of us! One of us! One of us! Gooble gobble gooble gobble!I have no idea where to put this because it's epic for me, but pisses me off too.
After years of searching I think I finally have the answer to whether my great-great grandmother was actually Native American in any way, shape, or form. The answer is a resounding no. From what I've finally found, her father's family were German and her mother's family were Irish. Where they ever got that she was Chickasaw or Cherokee is beyond me. I think I have, unfortunately, shattered a big part of my mom's identity.
Aww crap, that also means I'm probably a "shit lord" now since I am vastly less repressed as a full-blooded Euro Caucasian. D'oh!
Do you have a reasonable cause that they're not following your motel's procedures and policies? Any complaints from other guests? If so, you've got a good case to just ask the cops to step in, IMHO.Do I profile people when they come in the door? Damn right I do. When 2 white girls dressed like strippers or escorts come in with 2 black guys, pay cash, have lots of traffic into their rooms at odd hours (11am and 2am?) and one of the girls is hitting up other guests to pay for her room? I haven't called the cops on them... yet, but hoo boy it's suspicious.
When one of the girls is wearing booty shorts and it's 15F out, what the hell am I supposed to think? OC, how do I handle this without looking like a fool if I'm wrong?
I wonder if I'd make a good dental hygienist. I think I could get over how gross people's mouths are.
During the same phone call mentioned in the minor victory thread, I was informed the room in question had checked out. No longer our problem.Do you have a reasonable cause that they're not following your motel's procedures and policies? Any complaints from other guests? If so, you've got a good case to just ask the cops to step in, IMHO.
But...I don't want to move in next door to @Gilgamesh.Quick! Become a lesbian!
For whatever reason, our grandparents' generation loves to claim that they are Native American in some way. Most of the time its bullshit. I don't know why, but this same scenario keeps playing out over and over.I have no idea where to put this because it's epic for me, but pisses me off too.
After years of searching I think I finally have the answer to whether my great-great grandmother was actually Native American in any way, shape, or form. The answer is a resounding no. From what I've finally found, her father's family were German and her mother's family were Irish. Where they ever got that she was Chickasaw or Cherokee is beyond me. I think I have, unfortunately, shattered a big part of my mom's identity.
I think I may know where the notion could have come about. One of my great-grandfathers on the side that's supposedly Native American won land in a Cherokee land lottery in GA. I think it's possible that as the info was passed down through the generations it became that his family lived on Cherokee land, then that evolved into being Cherokee. I also think that my great-great grandmother might have been more comfortable speaking German (the family story is that she only spoke to her son in her language)and that the younger kids were told she was an Indian just to freak them out.For whatever reason, our grandparents' generation loves to claim that they are Native American in some way. Most of the time its bullshit. I don't know why, but this same scenario keeps playing out over and over.
I thought it was "gooba gabba". Or are you channeling your inner turkey?One of us! One of us! One of us! Gooble gobble gooble gobble!
My students have been warned to stop calling me "bruh", before I hang them upside down by their toes. It is VERY annoying.I find the growing prevalence of 'bruh' kind of annoying. It's such an ugly looking word.
There's a couple different ways... wait until they have company, then call in a complaint to the local PD. They're going to hide, obviously, but we can come and make a "welfare check", whilst simultaneously checking IDs on any/all encountered.When one of the girls is wearing booty shorts and it's 15F out, what the hell am I supposed to think? OC, how do I handle this without looking like a fool if I'm wrong?
Then I must be denying my inner turkey.
That's ok, we accept you.Then I must be denying my inner turkey.
Thank you.
A loving cup, a loving cup!
Doomweasels and all?
Oh you have no idea how physically sick I felt when I found that bit of info. It really bothers me.I'm pretty sure that even becoming lesbian wouldn't absolve you of your stealing-land-from-the-indians heritage.
My mom's spent the last few years really digging through our genealogy hardcore. Probably because we never heard much about our ancestors growing up."If you think you're the black sheep of your family, spend some time doing your genealogy."