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My mom killed James Garner in similar fashion. But I'm surprised your dad wondered if they were all still alive -- Dixie Carter was only 70 when she died, and the other three hadn't even hit 60 yet at the time!

That's why I specifically only addressed one point - the idea that having three beers is "getting hammered."

I prefer - by a factor of, oh, infinity - pork sausage, so there aren't a lot of chicken sausages on the market that I don't find a disappointment. But there's one at a local sausage shop that I freakin' love, so I'll use that when I try this recipe. Maybe week after next, when we're supposed to get rain (I'm one of those people who needs "soup weather" to eat soup). I'll report back.

That seems clear, yes. The outside ventures and the show are the only reason they're still operating (and the reason Tia is always brainstorming for ways to make money); Tia grew up with money, and made good money as an animal trainer/handler in the entertainment industry, but rescue costs - and Aren's defense - ate that up in a hurry, and donations are vital but don't keep the rescue in the black on their own. These people work night and day and are entitled to a salary and company vehicles, and I see no indication they're taking more than is reasonable. I'm so happy Tanga got a home, and in a mostly storm-free environment. His butt up in the air position on the VRC couch as he got his fill of snuggles was cute enough, and then he explored his new home, selected a ball out of the toy box, and took it over to his dog bed to roll around with. Adorable! They all take particular joy in a senior/long-time resident getting a home, but Tania especially, so it was nice for her and Perry to be the ones to deliver him. Tanga is who I would have chosen, too, on the "who needs me most?" theory. He'd never had a home, he was living in a storm-prone area with severe storm anxiety, etc. Whomever she'd chosen would have been wonderful; I will never tire of stating my admiration for those who adopt seniors. I almost always adopt adults (cats), Riley was six, Chester was eight, but the rest were about three. I hope to someday be emotionally able to walk into a shelter and adopt someone with just a year or three left. I knew they'd name the mama dog after Wanda. I'm so glad she's now in a safe environment and given the food, water, and rest she needs to put some meat on her bones after all her resources went to sustaining her puppies. It was nice to get to know a new parolee, especially as the show has shifted focus away from parolees over the years. I really like getting to know these guys, and seeing how they respond to the dogs. It's moving to hear someone say this is the first time he's ever received praise from a boss. A friend sent me this news from the VRC Facebook page: X-Box (from a couple of episodes ago) has been adopted.

Heh; have you ever seen any of those GPS tracker maps? Some cats go FAR.

Y'all made me look up the wedding soup. I hate beef meatballs, but the chicken/chicken sausage meatballs in this recipe sound good. I love soup with spinach in it, and the addition of dill sounds good, but I hate cooked carrots (raw is fine, but once it's cooked, carrot turns into something I just can't stand). So I'd have to leave the carrots out, but otherwise that looks like a tasty soup!

I haven't seen the episode, so can't given an opinion on how Christy and Adam each behaved in the confrontation, but three beers wouldn't be remotely close to getting hammered for me -- that would be standard, watching a game, intake that would leave me largely unaffected, and certainly not drunk. I think the same would be true of Adam, given what we've seen previously.

I work out of my home office a lot, but as someone who gets into "loungewear" within minutes of walking through the door when I've been in court/at the office - take shoes off just inside the door, carry them to the bedroom to put them away, talk to the cat, toss clothing in laundry/dry-cleaning hampers, take off bra, put on comfy clothes, put briefcase in office closet, make a drink, and commence relaxation - I, too, take notice of all the TV characters who stay in their work clothes to eat dinner, converse on the couch, etc. Comfort aside, I don't want to get fur on my work clothes, risk spilling dinner on them as I cook and eat, etc. I also take note of how many characters wear shoes in the house. I know plenty of people do that in real life - both my parents do, for example - but it seems more prevalent on TV. Possibly because the soundstage floors are pretty gross. But it's really noticeable to me when characters put their feet up on the couch, bed, etc. while wearing shoes. That I pretty much never see in real life.

I rarely shop at Trader Joe's, because I shop primarily for raw ingredients and it stocks a whole lot of pre-made food instead. So I don't have much to contribute, but my dad loves the Kona coffee beans it carries (I don't drink coffee, so no personal experience). TJ's also has a nice cheese selection; no competition for a proper cheese shop, but much better than most general markets. Oh, and it used to have a good whole wheat pizza dough, but now it's no longer whole wheat. The pre-made stuff I've tried has always been really good, but I just don't usually care to make a separate trip for it and thus don't make note of it. Maybe this thread will give me a list of things to grab when I go in to pick up some Kona coffee beans for my dad's Christmas stocking.

Thank you. My reaction exactly - and Paul Ryan's version of the Constitution isn't much of an improvement over Trump's ignorance of its contents.

I couldn't find a transcript of Raskin's speech, but this article seems to go into the most detail about it (and it's the one linked to from his website).

I'm not clear what they're doing that they couldn't have done without whatever service Grandma shelled out for. Watching a movie together could have been done with a DVD rather than Netflix (hell, for It's a Wonderful Life, they could just turn on the TV). Taking a picture of an old picture (this is a thing?) didn't require any technology beyond what she came in with. Eating cookies, goofy dancing, and just enjoying each others' company certainly didn't require wi-fi.

My favorite is number six, the cat who didn't like the cone she'd been saddled with post-op, and pretended she was dying - and thus returned to normal as soon as it was removed.

Everything about that raccoon commercial makes me laugh: "You gotta try it, it's terrible." "I don't want to try it if it's terrible." "It's like mango chutney and burnt hair." "I have a very sensitive palate." If you taste something bad, you want someone else to try it. It's what you do.

I completely forgot about this announcement, but thankfully was going around the dial just as it started. It repeats again at 1:00 AM EST. Did those cops seriously roll by a "domestic disturbance" and, instead of making sure no one needed help, make a joke of it and instruct HER (not him) to give him another chance? No wonder NOPD doesn't want to be on camera. I can easily do without them. (I was putting clean sheets on the bed, with my back to the TV for part of it, and it was a short lead-in to the actual call, so there may have been a break in between or something that makes it not quite as bad as it sounded. But I'm not holding my breath.) Titus telling my TV boyfriend Dan sometimes he forgets how white Dan is cracked me up, as did Titus and the patient bonding over their appreciation of some country music singer (I'd never heard of him; I know a lot of classic country, but not much of today's country) and giving Dan shit. And how about that patient? He has a very early-morning shift at Wal-Mart, he has no car, the buses don't run that early, so he sets out HOURS before, in the middle of the night, to walk something like 15 miles to a shitty job for a shitty company with shitty pay and shitty or, more likely, no benefits. Bless him. I was also impressed with how calm and polite the motorcyclist who'd been the victim of a hit and run and the bicyclist who'd been the victim of battery via paintball gun were. Not that I'd be snapping at EMS, as it's not their fault and, in fact, they are there to help, but in serious pain as the result of some spineless asshole's actions - especially in the case of the motorcyclist with a compound fracture and probable broken pelvis - I'd be far more grumpy in general. Holly is, indeed, good with the psychiatric patients, and I'm glad they included her statements on how mental illness is regarded in our society. So Titus is just now a paramedic -- what was he before?

I had never seen that longer version. I must admit the overall feel is more palatable than the shorter version, but I still think those brats a) shouldn't be posting trash talk about having to go to their grandparents' house where said grandparents can see it, and b) should be able to put their damn phones down for one measly evening. And how off the grid can these homes be, anyway, if the people who live in them are accessing the internet to read these bratty posts in the first place? But, yes, I do love "pound sign" instead of "hashtag."

That's my guess, too. Hell, I gave myself time to pull the covers up over my head and mutter "This is not happening" over and over before I got back in the trenches, and I'm not the one who, after decades of public service, endured a brutal campaign and lost to a man with zero qualifications whose platform consisted of a steady stream of hate. HRC can hang out with her dog and some soothing (or spiked) tea a while longer.

"Google it; you can find it on Facebook." Yeah. The election in a nutshell, right there. I like when Camerota finally just puts her hand to her forehead and gives the WTF? look.

I don't like them because I like to soak - completely covered by water - anything I'm washing in the sink (which right now is everything, as I don't have a dishwasher). So while, on the occasions I am washing something oversized, it would be less cumbersome to wash it in a wide sink, the majority of the time when I'm washing normal-sized items, it would be a pain in the ass to have a wide sink because it would take so much water to get up over everything. My sink is the standard double sink, where both sides are the same size. My parents' sink is one with a small sink on the left and a large sink on the right. I stay there a fair bit to cat sit, and I hate washing stuff in that damn sink. I wind up running their dishwasher more often than I otherwise would, because I just shove all the pots and pans in there rather than saving space by washing them by hand. With that personal preference explained, my issue with farmhouse sinks on this show is that they're used in every.fucking.renovation. No matter the style of house, no matter the overall tastes of the homeowners, it's always a farmhouse sink. Two-toned Shaker cabinets - white for the uppers, gray or some other pale color for the lower cabinets - with brass hardware (previously satin nickel), white or other light-colored subway tile backsplash, white quartz or similar counters, farmhouse sink, stainless steel appliances, pendant lighting. Lather, rinse, repeat. The repetition makes for boring television, and it's reached a point where I only watch if there is absolutely nothing else remotely interesting on.

I've had both cats and real Christmas trees all my life. No one has ever climbed the tree (I thought for sure Louise would, given her love of climbing a hedge just outside the garage - she'd crawl under, climb the trunk, and pop out of the top - but she never did in her 16 years). Ornaments at cat level have been batted off by a few different cats, so it became policy to make sure nothing with sentimental value is down there, just in case. No tinsel. At my parents house, no curly ribbon can be used on the gifts anymore as Chester eats it. So there have been a few minor adjustments made over the years based on the behavior of individual cats, but nothing significant.

I had a major and a minor in college, so electives were at a premium, and I wanted to study pretty much everything. I took classes from a variety of schools, including a Gerontology class on programs and policies affecting the elderly. It was one of my favorites. I was about 20 years old, it was the early '90s -- I hadn't given Medicare a lot of thought beyond being generally in favor of social welfare programs and finding it odd we were one of the few industrialized nations not providing universal health care. Holy crap; getting into the history and the nitty gritty of it made me a forever fan. (And when I took charge of handling my grandpa's medical paperwork, it was astounding to me how efficient - and beneficial - the Medicare coverage was compared to the supplemental private insurance he'd purchased [and ultimately dropped because it wasn't cost effective].) Privatization of public resources and government programs is almost always a bad thing for society as a whole. I can't think of a scenario in which this would be more true than turning Medicare and/or Social Security over to the whims of corporations and the stock market.

I, too, will stop and watch that film every time I happen upon it. It's not one of my top ten, twenty, thirty, forty, even fifty favorite films, but if I'm channel surfing and it's on, I have to watch.

Fuck. Fuck the fucking fuckers.

Where, oh where, did you get this? Please, please, please tell me. Hmm, I think I got it through Northern Sun (I get a lot of my message shirts, stickers, magnets, etc. there), but at a quick glance all I see available now with that slogan is the bumper sticker, not the t-shirt.

Treating you to lunch. "Let me take you out to lunch" is generally followed by "for your birthday," "to make it up to you," "to cheer you up," etc. Even if left on its own, it's different from "Let's go get some lunch." It implies the one doing the inviting will be picking up the check.