donaldtoo
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My daughter won't drink pulp so I bought her the pulp free. She still insists there is pulp. I swear that girl would lose sleep over a pea under her mattress.
Another kind of pulp fiction...?
My daughter won't drink pulp so I bought her the pulp free. She still insists there is pulp. I swear that girl would lose sleep over a pea under her mattress.
Thank you. You are so sweet.Thank God you were not seriously hurt; this could have easily gone the other way for you. If you can't get enough assistance from others to do a project, it's best to wait until you can. The statistics are staggering, of injured people who end up in hospital emergency departments, because they were attempting to do outdoor home improvement projects—and something goes unexpectedly wrong—FAST. Maybe take some Advil tonight, because you may be sore in the morning if you don't.
Again, we're all relieved that our favorite Canadian Sagateer will be o.k.
And until you finally put your foot down and stand firm (and don't be an enabler), they'll use this excuse against you to do what they want.Sadly, pot smoking is not technically illegal in Canada, but a$$-whooping is.
Go figure.
I don't. I go berzerk.Pot smoking may not be illegal but that doesn't mean that you have to allow it under your roof.
I often wondered why we had all that Tang in the cupboards...

The youngest of the 3 I used to take care of was like that. I had to pour her "Pulp-free" juice through a tea strainer before she would drink it.
Whoa....his drug counselor struck a deal with you so that he can smoke pot? Is this drug counselor teaching him how to get stoned or how to get sober?I don't. I go berzerk.
Mostly he goes outside. This is the BS "compromise" I made with his drug counsellor.
I used to use this stuff, 'cept back then it was just called Yogurt and Honey.
Seriously people, is there not a bandwagon onto which you will not hop?
Sadly, pot smoking is not technically illegal in Canada, but a$$-whooping is.
Go figure.
The whole point of this 1 1/2 year joke was to "de-escalate" his use, prevent him from moving to harder drugs, and supposedly bring peace and harmony to the family, so that we're not constantly fighting over what we can't change.Whoa....his drug counselor struck a deal with you so that he can smoke pot? Is this drug counselor teaching him how to get stoned or how to get sober?
OK...I think I finally understand a little of what you're going through.The whole point of this 1 1/2 year joke was to "de-escalate" his use, prevent him from moving to harder drugs, and supposedly bring peace and harmony to the family, so that we're not constantly fighting over what we can't change.
And then Hubby said, "Yeah or maybe I just kick him in the a$$". For which he got chastised by the counsellor.
Like I said - BS.
Much easier said than done.OK...I think I finally understand a little of what you're going through.
Better to put up with a little misbehavior than to lose him altogether.
Don't forget your light saber.
Good for you, especially with young ones in your house.In my younger days, spending my summers in Canada with my cousins got me into smoking pot for a bit. Luckily, I quit that long ago.
Only when you were 22?
Sending our rainshowers your way.![]()
Already?
ahem, doesnt the coffee cut any benefit from the naked juice?
I am so P.O.'d.
(A lot of my posts seem to start that way recently.)
Hubby and I bought a deck chest/box/storage thingy to store the patio furniture cushions. I put that together, no prob.
Then I started on the pergola. I did as much as I could on my own, then asked the boys to come help me. I needed their strength and their height. The youngest one was higher than a kite, and wouldn't help unless I paid him, and the oldest one was locked in the bathroom for one of his twice daily hour-long whatevers.
Anyway, the cleaning lady came out and helped me get it square and partially assembled. I was literally standing on a step stool, perched on top of an Adirondack chair. Long story short, after she went in, while I was tightening screws, it fell over on me. (No, I was not precariously perched at the time.) The whole thing literally collapsed on top of me. I was trapped underneath calling for help. Sadly the a.c. is on and nobody heard me. I finally managed to climb out from beneath. The whole thing is in a massive pile on the deck. Eventually, I will have to go out there and take it apart, assess the damage, and wait for Hubby to help me on Friday.
In the meantime, I have a bit of a head-ache and I hurt my thumb. On the plus side, I only got conked on the head with one small edge, and not the full 300 lb weight of it.
But, I. Am. ed!
This will disappear off the shelves as soon as somebody decides to eat it and then sues Dial..
Those boys need a good old fashion Southern as$ whoopin' to teach them some R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
Just had an amusing thought: what if they all DID notice, but misinterpreted your "style"? (They might be all whispering to each other when you're out of sight, "Have you seen what she has on today?! And, what about that get-up she had on the other day?!"(Sounds to me that they all really need someone like you, to liven up that place.)
Good for you, especially with young ones in your house.
Saw this and thought of you, @donaldtoo
http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2014/06/painted-typography-by-pawel-nolbert/
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Saw this and thought of you, @donaldtoo
http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2014/06/painted-typography-by-pawel-nolbert/
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I WANT!!! 
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