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I wouldn't doubt that Kody has problems getting it up for Meri, Janelle, and Christine, because he doesn't really want to have sex with them. He's probably fine when it comes to Robyn. For her, he'd get the purple pill in a heartbeat if necessary.

I know it's mean, but since Jessa seems to have as many children as possible, I hope someone plays a trick on her. The next time she's pregnant, I want someone to suggest Vecna as a name. Say it means something Godly, like Gods Chosen something or other, make up a few Bible verses that don't exist, and see what happens. "Jesus said to Vecna, You are well named. This is the task that my Father has chosen for you. Your words and deeds have truly proved that you are among the best of my followers. Stay here, and continue to speak my words in service to my Father. " I'd love to see how quickly someone tells her that Vecna is an evil god in DnD.

I don't. But don't call me Jessa. I sent my kids to school, fed them properly (for the most part), regular doctor visits and innoculations, etc. They're all grown up now, hold jobs, and I've got two wonderful grandkids. I admit I failed to suck them into a cult. Sue me.

Uber Eats could just change it's name to Uber Delivery.

Nope. They're going to have to pay me more than that.

When I graduated high school and moved in with my father to go to college, back in the ancient 1980's, it was common thing in their subdivision. Dad lived in one of those subdivisions where all the houses were based on a set pattern: 3 bedroom house, 1 & a 1/4 bathroom, kitchen, living room, and a utility room that led to a two car garage. Smallish front yard boarded by a sidewalk and two flowering cherry trees in the strip of land between the sidewalk and the street. In the back yard was a utility shed intended for storage of the lawn mower, gardening implements, and whatever. But many neighbors, and my dad, allowed one of their older children to convert the shed into a bedroom. No heat, water, or plumbing, but they did it. One of my stepbrothers did that. He didn't mind being cold, but he did buy a twin sized waterbed to sleep in. He had a space heater if he wanted to turn it on. We'd say he lived out in the shed, but he had to go into the house to use the bathroom, watch TV, etc. He came in for meals and to turn in his laundry or just to hang out sometimes. But if he had a couple of friends over they had a place to hang out without everyone else right there. It was a way to give angsty older teens some space and a feeling of independence, while still having them having some adult supervision. There's something about having people having to leave the house and knock at the door that gave teens the feeling of control they wanted, and it was impossible for them to have things like wild parties without the people paying the bills not noticing.

Trevor's not in love with Sam, he just thinks she's hot. When he was alive, he had a persona where he was brash and aggressive, both in business and in his sex life. He's just been keeping it up now that he's dead, but there are some cracks starting to show. He's not a complete ass. I don't think he's invaded Sam's privacy when in bed or the shower. He seems to have left the other female ghosts alone. He died with no pants because he was doing a good thing for a man who was being 'initiated' into the assholes-r-us business environment he was a part of, but told everyone he'd just had sex with the hot limo driver and was going back for more. Then he died. Oops. Sam is the first living woman who could see and hear Trevor now that he's a ghost. And she's not at all interested in him sexually or romatically. She's been perfect for him as he keeps up his hard-driving business man horndog routine. He keeps hitting on her, she keeps telling him to back off. He's been showing off, trying to live up to his 'character'. But, as I said, the cracks are starting to show. Trevor put a lot of time and effort into finding and wooing Jay's sister, Bela, hoping that she'd somehow ignore the fact that they could never be a viable couple. (Really, how could a living being have a satisfying long term romantic relationship when they were going to die someday and their love interest was a ghost who could hang around for hundreds of years or more?) Bela wanted a living man she could touch, have sex with, marry, and have children with. Trevor offered her a life of waiting for her to get home from work so they could send each other IM's. The show seems to lean towards the often used myth that ghosts are the spirits of people who died with unfinished business. I've got some ideas of what some of the ghosts need to finish, but I'm not sure about Trevor.

Does anyone know why they killed off Melinda's husband on 'Ghost Whisperer', only to bring him back as a ghost and eventually have him take over some other guys body, after the other guy (Sam) ascended and left his apparently healthy body on the road after a car accident? It all seemed so random and wierd, like the story was supposed to have Jim die, which was done suddenly and seemed so unnessary, and then someone higher up decided it was a bad decision and tried to take it all back. The whole show was a complete mess after that and eventually succumbed to a series of bad story lines, and the inclusion of characters that were irrelevant or actively annoying. I got the impression that the writers were frantically throwing in every trope they could think of, but they couldn't save the show.

I think I remember this case, and would have watched if my TV was working. Anyway, is it available online somewhere?

Regarding scaring kids by a sudden change in appearance, I inadvertently did it to one of my own kids. I'd typically wear my pj's or sweats until after my morning shower, which I'd take during Baby's nap. But, at the age of five or six months, the little darlings morning nap was getting later in the day, and one day I had an appointment. So, I put Baby in her car seat and set in on the floor facing the TV while I took a rushed shower. After my shower, wearing a towel on my head and wrapped in another one, I walked out of the bathroom to go change in my room. The problem was, Baby could see me go into and leave the bathroom. Any other time I'd gone in there, I always came back out again in just a couple of minutes, looking the same as always. Imagine it from her perspective. Mommy goes into a room and shuts the door. She's gone a long time. There are strange sounds (shower curtain being pulled shut, water running, shower spraying, splashes, then shower curtain being pulled open) The door opens and a cloud of something (steam) pours out and then a stranger appears. Baby screamed and started crying. This wasn't her hungry cry or her angry cry. This was her scared cry, which I would respond to by picking her up to comfort her. I didn't understand at first. I went to her and she seemed to get even more upset with each step I took. As she screamed at me and looked behind me to the bathroom, I finally understood. I said "Baby, it's OK. It's me, Mommy" She looked at me suspiciously. "I'm Mommy." More suspicion and some confusion. So I had to stand back, talk to her while I took the towel off my head and tried to arrange my wet hair into something more familiar. I had to go back to the bathroom and put on my foggy glasses. When they cleared up, Baby was mollified and decided that I was, indeed, Mommy. But she was grumpy until she finally fell asleep.

I don't see Jinger looking smug, but that may be because what I consider 'smug' looks different than what others think 'smug' looks like. I see Jinger looking at the camera and looking like she's thinking "Oh look, someone's (probably Jeremy) taking another picture of me. Whatever." Meanwhile, Michelle is excited that she's being photographed, and shows no sign of apprehension that the photographer is about to call out a question about Josh. Which is hilarious because Jinger has her fingertips in her tiny pockets and appears to be going for a laid back stroll...while Michelle's got the energetic walk and bright smile of a highschool cheerleader who managed to bag the awkward son of her employer and still seems to think she got a great deal. I've got to say it, I think we're seeing another of Jeremy's failed attempts to get attention. Whatever he was going for, it fell flat. Again. Yawn.

You fed your guests burgers with sawdust in them? I'm going to assume right now that the term isn't one I'm familiar with and doesn't really mean you used sawdust as an extender for ground beef when you made hamburgers for people outside of your family.

Yes, someone did buy at least some of the kids shoes. Jill took pictures of them holding or wearing the shoes, with a thank you to the anonymous donor. Then the shoes were never seen again, as far as I could tell. I've always suspected that Jill returned them to the store and either got money back or used store credit to get something for herself. I could be wrong, but with Jill's history, I think it really could have happened.

I don't know what it means either. I probably don't want to know as I'm still absorbing 'anal beads' and still don't know what sex act "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard" is. I long for the days when I wondered what that girl put in her milkshake to get so much attention, and why only the boys liked it and why the other girls were mad about it. I feel so old, and I'm not in my 60's yet.

Does anyone watch Critical Role? For me, Campaign 2 floundered towards the end. I felt like it had a strange mix of being rushed and slowed down at the same time. It was like they were donwith it, but had a certain amount of episodes they had to fill, so they phoned it in. They killed Big Bad Lucien and resurrected Mollymauk, a fan favorite who died early on. But Mollymauk says he has no idea of who they are, or any of his past life. But thanks them and wanders off to to start over. Then DM Matt gives the viewers a synopsis of what happens to all the other characters, but it sounded like "Tell the people what they want to hear and get this over with". They had a new 8 episode run, apparently intended to keep the fans occupied until the new campaign started. They had a guest DM and new characters, some of which were played by a few of the CR cast. I couldn't get interested in the characters or the plot and bailed after the third or fourth episode. Now Critical Role has started their third campaign, but for me, it's problamatic. I feel the cast is trying too hard to show their support of the LGBTQ community, to the point of them being patronizing. There are two woman who are close friends, maybe more than that, we'll find out later. Their goal is to get the academically inclined one accepted to a local school of higher learning, but that place is rather exclusive and won't accept an unknown woman with no references who only wants access to their library so she can do independant study. There are also one, maybe two, characters who identify themselves as 'they', 'their', or 'themself'. There are some characters that were introduced in the placeholder episodes. I didn't care about them then and I don't care about them now. Oh, and there's a robot. The new set hasn't been impressive like it was supposed to be, but maybe there will be more surprises later on. The ads that Sam Riegel makes for their sponsers seem to get longer and more ridiculous. He's really good at writing music. The score and lyrics he wrote for the opening of the second campaign are awsome, but his OTT ads are annoying. Their ads for the CR store, made by Laura are also tedious. I mute them both and come back in 10 minutes to see if they're ready to start the game yet. All in all, I'm leaning towards quitting Critical Roll and focusing entirely on High Rollers. Their game only has two characters that sometimes annoy me and they are better at keeping the plot moving.

If you don't have sex that often, maybe you can. I worked with a woman who knew exactly when she got pregnant. When she found out where I lived, she laughed and said that her child was concieved on the living room floor of the apartment next to me. Her boyfriend had gotten a short term job out of town and was gone for a couple of months. When he returned, they renewed their relationship in the expected way, during the late night news while waiting for The Tonight Show to start. Whatever they used for birth control either failed or they never used it at all that night. The next day he told her he'd had an offer to make his temporary job permanent, and he was going to take it. They argued. She didn't want to move, he didn't want to stay. They accused each other of putting their personal wants above the others, and being uncooperative and controlling. So they broke up, and he went to stay with his parents for a few days until it was time to leave for his new job. Although they were in contact after that with the hope of repairing their relationship, the pregnancy ended it. He accused her of trying to trap him and she was resentful of his accusation. At the time I knew her, her daughter was around four and hadn't met her father yet, but maybe that changed later on.

I'm amused by the conversation about states that don't allow people to pump their own gas. I've lived in Oregon since before I learned to drive, and I've never pumped my own gas. Every time I go out of state and I go to a gas station, I ask the attendant or another customer to show me how to do it. I think I could probably work it out, but once people find out I've never pumped my own gas before, they seem reluctant to be the one to "break the streak".

Phones aren't the only way to make home movies. There's also camcorders and video recorders, and 8mm cameras. My mom has a cute 8mm clip of me trying to dance the twist with my dad in 1966. And another one of me standing in my home sewn tiger costume for Halloween. Mom was trying to get me to do the whole pretend clawing and growling thing, but I was having none of it. As she tells it, I did it once so she got out the camera, and I was suspicious of what was happening so I wouldn't do it again. All of my siblings standing behind her growling and swiping the air with their fingers made me think they were making fun of me. So instead, it's a couple of minutes of me standing there looking pissed. In 1986, my SIL was expecting her first baby, so her husband bought a camcorder. He got up close and way too personal with the damned thing in the delivery room as he stood right next to the doctor shooting the whole thing. Then he went home and asked her parents if they'd like to see their new grandbaby. They were expecting footage of their daughter in a bed cuddling the newborn, and since the camcorder also recorded audio, they thought she was telling them the sex and name of the new baby. Nope. Asshole popped the little tape into a casset adapter so the VCR could play the footage, and turned it on. The new grandfather left the house and asked his wife to tell him about the baby when it was done.

As long as the drawer is sturdy, it's not a problem with a very young baby. I had a friend who babysat her cousin's baby and tried that. The kid was a chunky thing, and strong. He wasn't old enough to sit up, but he might have been old enough to roll over, and there was no room in the drawer to do that. When he woke up he kicked the crap out of that drawer. I helped her try to put it back together again, but the tiny little nails wouldn't hold it together. We had to glue it, but the glue didn't work well, and I think we didn't glue it up square. Anyway, the drawer was useless after that.

I just saw an ad on Pluto TV that I had to look up online to make sure I heard what I thought I heard. Apparently a good opening line to a conversation in a bar (after "Do you come here often?" fails) is for a woman to sashay up to a man and ask him "Did you just shave your balls and B-hole?" Enjoy:

Is that 84 people, or 84 thousand? And what does the snake icon mean?

Doubt it. It took me years to realize there's a Jason, but I'm pretty sure there's not a Jeremy. And I'm pretty sure I've been aware of the Duggars a lot longer than Jeremy was. Maybe it's meant to be the Voluomos' (however it's spelled, I can't be bothered to look it up) first name's initials. But the douche couldn't remember his wife's first name wasn't Duggar.

Taking to Small Talk. Oops. Never mind, there's no Small Talk for this, so I'll just say it here: Same here. I once (back in the 90's) borrowed my MIL's Subaru and drove it to run errands. Coming out of the pharmacy, I went to her car and got in. The key unlocked the door, and fit in the ignition, but the engine wouldn't turn over. Then I saw a man running up to the car. "Ma'am! You're in the wrong car! That's my car. Your car is right there." He pointed to my right. Yep two red Subarus were parked next to each other. But as I was getting out of his car, I realized that the other Subaru also wasn't the right car. Turning the other way, I found my MIL's actual car on my right. Yep, there were three Subaru's all parked in a row. Same make, model, and color. I'd fixated on the first one I saw and tried to drive it home. Anyway, once I got in the correct car and got the engine to start, I noticed the man who told me I was in his car was approached by the owner of the third red Subaru wanting to know why he was in their car. I kind of wished I'd hung around to see if he was in fact in his own car or someone else's.

The dying man is saying "Ti ho sempre amata, mia cara. Non I'ho mai detto ma sto morendo." It's Italian, I guess. Google translates it to "I've always loved you, my dear. I never said that but I'm dying."

I put some cookies in when I was a teen. Got first place! That was a good year. I took first for my cookies, my quilt, and my embroidery.