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I guess I missed it, and forgive me if it's an inherited or medical issue, why can't the officiant speak above a whisper?

IA with Meri not being crazy about this hat, it's dense in addition to being quite tall. The other hat, last time, was the same height but it was airy/delicate.

Hey, Christine. You could have a marriage certificate tomorrow if you wanted one: marry someone who isn't currently married. Boo freakin' hoo.

Her hair is nearly the same color as the tail light of the vehicle next to her in the driveway. Unflattering, to say the least.

Ssssh, don't tell him.

I recently found out that there's a name for it now. It's called Virtue Signaling. Humble bragging and virtue signaling - hoo boy, we can thank social media for both of these behaviors being modeled for and taught to the next generation.

Nicely done, RootyBoots. $657,600 divided by 4 = $164,400. Could that be the equities in the Vegas homes?

It's also possible that she has depression. Steer clear of meds at her age but at least look into underlying causes for the behaviors her mom is describing.

One eye's lookin' at ya and one eye's lookin' for ya.

The air is thinner because air pressure is lower and the oxygen molecules are not being pushed together like they are at lower altitude. Makes it much, much harder for oxygen to enter the vascular (circulatory) system and can result in hypoxia (oxygen deprivation). That happens even at rest and is amplified by exertion of any/every kind. When it comes to breathing we're built to function best at sea level. When the nurse puts the O2 sensor on your finger it measures how much/what percentage of oxygen is available in your blood to be transported where it needs to go (which is everywhere). When your O2 saturation is low the brain tells the heart to pump faster to get more oxygen up in here. Now add hauling around as many extra pounds as Janelle is to that scenario. High altitude living is beneficial for the heart because it's a muscular organ that works harder for its oxygen. An involuntary cardio workout. The lungs and the heart are two different systems, so pick your poison. I have emphysema and function fairly well with just a few limitations at 2,000 feet where I live, the same altitude as Vegas. Went to my HS reunion at 7,000 feet and struggled to get through the weekend. I lived at that altitude for 25 years but that ended 30 years ago and any benefit is long gone. The exertion of taking a shower made me short of breath, blow-drying my hair made me short of breath, one flight of stairs made me scary short of breath. It was a real eye opener. I can see Janelle being less active in Flag (I know, I know) and not letting on as to why. The less she moves the less she'll be able to move, AKA a self-fulfilling prophecy.

AKA the French Tuck. Ehhew!

When I watched it I was thinking "Oooh, I don't know if this is gonna work." She doesn't have The Gaze down yet, that's for sure. Nancy rarely blinked and her eyes didn't move because she didn't follow the movement of Ronnie's head with her eyes, her Gaze was fixed on one point and he moved in and out of that point. Mrs O'Rourke's eyes were darting constantly because she was following her husband's movement and he moves A Lot. They are a cute couple who look very much like brother and sister. Long-ish symmetrical faces, refined features, similar coloring, tall, lean, long limbs, super long necks. Looking forward to seeing him on The View.

Hearing Kody say they can't build until they sell and knowing how long ago that was and that only one house has sold by now, Magic 8 Ball says You Better Fucking Get On This.

Ditch the eyeshadow in a single unflattering shade applied from lash line to eyebrows. Gah. It looks like two garage doors. That's a really nice photo. Even though it's a winter jacket, clothing that fits properly makes the most of what she's got. She already has jeggings, she should go with tunics and statement necklaces. And dump the old worn fuglies and get new boots and shoes. It's not like she can't afford them. (When I was a kid and we were playing board games my dad would blow on the dice and then say "Mama needs new shoes" while he threw them).

Did some of our posters line up known events with the date of that tweet, awhile back? I can't say for sure but it seems that way.

My hell, I bet he's been wanting to say that to Joey for years! LMAO. I missed most of the show this morning, thank you for sharing that gem.

Here are some of my celebrity sightings: my parents lived in Palm Desert near Palm Springs in the '70s. I still lived in our home town in the mountains (Big Bear Lake) a couple hours away and visited my parents often. My daughter was well-behaved in public so my mom and I could go into the deluxe PS shops like Covers For Lovers and Bed, Bath And Me (both long gone now). One day we were at our last stop before lunch, BB&M, my mom was in the dressing room, I was browsing and I kept hearing my 5-year-old laughing somewhere. She was allowed to wander because she didn't touch and I moseyed over to see what was up and found her playing under the clothing racks. As I began saying "Nuh uh, no ma'am," and wagging my finger I realized she was playing hide-and-seek with Mr Roper/Norman Fell, and this was just after the first season of Three's Company. They both froze and I'm not sure which one feared me more. He apologized for encouraging her to hide under the clothing and I said "Well, I won't hold it against you this one time," and he laughed. I asked what he was shopping for and he said "Oh, my wife's in the dressing room, I'm just killing time while she spends all my money," and I laughed. My mom came out wearing a robe she was trying on and he told her to buy it because it was perfect on her. She said "I agree," and we all laughed. She adopted my low-key celebrity attitude for once, didn't make a big deal out of recognizing him and went back to the dressing room. Mr Fell held out a shiny silver dollar toward my daughter, asking me with raised eyebrows if that was OK. I nodded and my daughter thanked him without being prompted. Yay. Unlike the rest of my star-struck family I didn't make a big deal out of running across celebs, which happened a lot in SoCal. My take was that they appreciated being noticed and perhaps greeted but not called out. You literally couldn't go to Canter's Deli or Musso and Frank or Pink's Hot Dogs without seeing or standing near or walking past "someone." I locked eyes with Cary Grant in Canter's once and he gave me a nice smile and, another time, so did Joe DiMaggio. I watched Dean Martin shoot craps for about an hour in Vegas, a bit after the Rat Pack era, he was a total gentleman, kibitzed with everyone and wasn't the least bit boozed. Also in Vegas, I was surprised at how short Elizabeth Taylor was (in kitten heels) and needless to say I made no attempt with La Liz. Richard Burton kept his eyes down or beyond the gawkers, which was understandable. I was a housecleaning service for many years, in SoCal and in Northern Utah. One Cali client was an owner of Le Dome on the Sunset Strip which was the hawt spot for many years. Really nice guy, very appreciative. I opened and closed his mountain chateau for his visits and sometimes had to call him with a weather or damage or maintenance update - "Unfortunately, the bats are back. The windowsills are loaded with moth wings." (Bats eat the bodies and drop the wings, leaving what looks like blood drops everywhere). Each time I called I was told "Me-shell (Michel) is in ze wine cellair, he will call latair." Ahem. He always called back, quickly. Merlin Olsen was a Utah client, he and his wife were extremely nice and would profusely apologize for their kids sometimes being in my way. They were strict about the kids staying out of each room I completed or at least not messing it up. I went to cosmetology school in Logan UT and one of my favorite clients, Mrs Booth, raised her family next door to the home where Merlin grew up. There were nine little Olsens and she said he always was the little shit who would break windows in the neighborhood and blame anyone else, usually one of her boys. No love lost there. My family was crazed about the '60s-'70s LA Dodgers. A good friend in 8th grade belonged to one of the families that was finally forced out during the last couple years of the ten-year Battle of Chavez Ravine to make way for Dodger Stadium. As their turns came her parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles stationed the kids at the windows of their homes, with hammers to fend off the marshals who were trying to enforce eminent domain orders. They surrendered after a few hours, as most families did, but they took a stand. The whole deal was a huge scandal (1800 poor families were removed) so I thought Naomi and her family were celebrities, and I remained a bit disappointed that she didn't pound any marshals. In those days you could hang around this one parking lot at Dodger Stadium after home games where the players headed for their cars after they showered. And we haunted that parking lot. Some players said hello and didn't linger and fans respected that. Drysdale, Koufax, Garvey-Lopes-Russell-Cey - - the longest running infield in baseball (9 years), Wes Parker, Maury Wills, Manny freakin' Mota and so many more - they remembered your name and where you were from after just a few encounters and for all those years never failed to ask something like "How was your 2-hour trip from the mountains today?" or "Where are you headed for dinner tonight? Are you going for Polynesian?" or "Are you driving home tonight or are you staying over? You usually stay in Laguna, right?" Customer service like that keeps customers coming back! Good times. Adam West, TV Batman, was in town skiing nearly every weekend and was a real hambone. My first outside-the-family-business job was attaching ski passes to the skiers who bought them. Couldn't attach them to jackets because jackets came off or got traded around but pants stayed on. We attached the passes to zipper tabs with wires that we crimped with pliers. Most young guys and shady guys of any age preferred that we attach to the fly zipper instead of a pocket zipper and let's just say that Mr West shared this preference. We were about 15, 16 and thought he was icky because he didn't mind at all that sometimes it took longer because our hands got stiff from the cold and we couldn't wear gloves. Why they hired girls for that job instead of boys I do not know but that's how it was fifty years ago. Let alone at the slopes Batman struck poses all around town in case someone had a camera, always offering his profile. For many years my sister swam in Local, Regional, State, National and the International Special Olympics Summer Games (Mt Pleasant MI in '75) and the SO celebs were right up my mom's alley. I didn't go to the MI games so who knows who she glommed onto there - she said she had a nice conversation with Eunice Shriver. At various times at Cali games I either nudged or dragged my mom away from Michael Landon, Don Meredith, Frank Gifford, Joe Namath, Farrah Fawcett, Vince van Patten, Chad Everett, Charles Bronson, Jill Ireland, Michael Cole, Bert Convey, Mac Davis, Merlin Olsen (15 years before I worked for him) and many others I can't remember. She got fairly sideways with Michael Cole and his wife and I had a photo of them holding coconuts to their ears after they finished their drinks, pretending they were telephones and laughing their butts off. I was the oldest kid and I got married and aged out and drifted away from family baseball games. Vera Miles had a weekend home a few houses down on our lake point and she walked her dogs twice a day and would smile and say hello; she was sweet with my daughter. This is not my encounter but Lee Marvin was in Big Bear (population maybe 5,000 then) filming a movie and frequenting Chad's Place on Main St where the motto was and the T-shirts the staff wore said Work Is The Curse Of The Drinking Man. Mr Marvin fitted right in. He decided to try for a nap in the middle of Main St but didn't fall asleep and decided to sing instead. He'd been in town for a couple weeks and if someone was singing while lying on the white line everyone knew it was probably Lee Marvin. My mom was one of those who were driving by very slowly and she leaned out her window and said "You look like you're having fun," and he said "You have noooo idea how much fun this is," and right about then the gendarmes arrived and gave him a ride home. Beginning at age 7, my younger brother attended at least a few (and often many) games at Dodger Stadium each and every season until he died last year at age 63 after 6 years with the plasma cancer multiple myeloma, which was in an advanced stage when they found it. Living that long with MM is nearly unheard of. Because he was so grateful for all of the obviously successful experimental treatments he received he agreed to donate his body for MM research. One year after someone donates, a tree is planted in their honor and the family is granted a wee bit of input as to where the tree is planted. We're putting in for center field, all the way back as Vin Scully used to say, in Dodger Stadium.

The irony is that in 1977 (the year following the book All The President's Men) Carl Bernstein revealed 25+ years of CIA's relationship with over 400 American journalists. Washington Post owner Philip Graham is reported to have said he was told by a CIA operative that members of the press were easier and cheaper than prostitutes. “You could get a journalist cheaper than a good call girl, for a couple hundred dollars a month,” the Company man told the Post man. Operation Mockingbird, millions of pages released via FOIA, media types who on request wrote, edited, published and printed at the direction of CIA (some were former or current CIA): Philip (former CIA) and Katharine Graham, Washington Post; Joseph Harsch, Christian Science Monitor; Henry Luce, Time and Life; Walter Lippman, Los Angeles Times; William Paley, CBS; John Scott, Time; Harry Schwartz, New York Times; Chalmers Roberts, Washington Post; Malcolm Muir, Newsweek; Joseph and Stewart Alsop, former OSS/CIA, nationally syndicated columnists and reporters, New York Herald Tribune and Saturday Evening Post; William F. Buckley, former CIA, National Review; Thomas Braden, former OSS/CIA, newspaper publisher, syndicated columnist, CNN commentator; Lila and DeWitt Wallace, Reader's Digest. The underlying thread is whether or not Woodward's CIA status is tied to Nixon's intuition and suspicion that CIA was the prime mover in the Watergate break-in. Did CIA use extra-legal means to instigate Nixon's removal (violating its charter which limits it to operating on foreign soil) and then use one of its operatives to tell a story quite different from the whole story?

So is Aunt Becky's daughter my cousin? I'm so confused.

(I posted video of the drunk show in the Hosts thread)

This photo was taken 2 years ago this week. It looks like it was taken 5 years ago. His hair and his face are the same color now: Florida tan. Was it a mistake to ditch the glasses? I don't think Mika's makeover did him any favors.

I'm so sorry, Joan of Argh - I glanced right past your post. My bad.

The rooms look small because they're so busy. It's better than it was when she bought it but her old-timey vision of the place is awkward. She comes by it naturally because the LDS culture places a high value on ancestor worship, but she could minimalize and still create the period look she's after. The effect now is more like virtue signaling, if that makes sense. Enough with discussing the ancestors and displaying and gazing at the ancestors. After awhile it's relentless and creepy. The whole wide world is your customer base or realistically it should be. It's not like the inn is near Temple Square in Salt Lake, she's not drawing from that category of tourist. They spend their time and money in much nicer B&Bs 3.5 hours and 200+ miles north.

Kourt captioned the photo Double Date. Kourt and Kylie are paying attention to each other; on the other hand Kim is into her phone and ignoring Khloe, who stands behind and alone like a schlub.