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Stupid Things My Husband Does--Day 3
Mindy, you seriously remind me of the age-old adage "a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle". Spite is not a good reason to drop dead. You deserve better than that.— April 17, 2011 2:35 p.m.
The Neighborhood Dog
Thanks, it is really sad to come back under such conditions. I can't describe how I feel - I can only say, PLEASE slow down. I recorded today on my FLIP how many people fly by our house at a speed that is intolerable for any block, let alone our little residential one. I have contacted the people at KUSI and also the city of SD to see if there is anything they can do to help. If I get a response is tenative. I hold out for the best.— April 16, 2011 6:32 p.m.
Stupid Things My Husband Does--Day 2
Your blog cheered me up when I really needed it. Mindy, we may have had our differences but I honestly extend the olive branch.— April 16, 2011 2:27 p.m.
War Paint
Whooo, wait, this is not me!! Someone hacked my account through Facebook and somehow got my passwords for my e-mail and all kinds of stuff! I was actually off Facebook for over a week because I was infecting everyone I know's accounts as well. This person had my IP address and everything and obviously still does. I just spent over $200.00 to have my laptop trouble-shot and the guy that did it suggested I get a new desk-top and pitch my laptop off the pier!! I am terribly sorry. I have no idea who this is but you should have seen the virus I had - it put a warning on my desktop that said something to the effect of "THIS IS A WARNING - EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER DONE IS PERMANANT AND THIS COULD EFFECT YOUR WORK, YOUR LIFE, YOUR WIFE!!", or some such nonsense. I had to change my passwords for EVERYTHING (including credit cards), but I did not change my Reader password (didn't think it was that important - big mistake). I think there are some out there that can vouch for me regarding this and know what hell I went through. Please know I would never be so hateful. I am on my husband's desktop right now because I just checked my blackberry for messages and there was one from a friend that said "Is this you??" and I read the attachment and went "oh, no, not again." I actually just quit a writer's group I was added to (I did not join willingly, someone added me) because someone linked your article and said something bad. I was at the Humane Society yesterday for the telethon. I do not spend my time being hateful, but someone has it out for me. Crap. I am really sorry about this.— March 7, 2011 7:57 a.m.
War Paint
I remember the only time I met you in person. I looked down and was shocked. Most do not know that you are overweight. Do you share this?— March 6, 2011 8:02 p.m.
War Paint
I missed what her mouths were saying. “I’m sorry, what was that?” “I said, you must be very proud to have such a talented husband,” said the woman. “Yes.” I willed myself to look only at her pupils and not the surrounding area. “I’m a lucky woman.” I turned and shared a smile with David. Once my gaze had been broken, I kept my eyes from drifting above her turtleneck..." This might be the most hateful thing I have ever heard.— March 6, 2011 7:53 p.m.
Slicing Through
NAN!! Holy crap! That is Eminem material or soft sax. I can see it set against everything.— March 6, 2011 7:38 p.m.
War Paint
And, drumroll please....the only person to warrant a response is...a drooling fan!! Later. Oh, and, your makeup sucks. How does it feel....— March 6, 2011 7:33 p.m.
Nothing like a little Naked Bike Ride to make some kind of statement about oil!
Woot!!— March 4, 2011 9:12 a.m.
War Paint
Thanks, anti. Now that's the Golden Rule.— March 4, 2011 6:44 a.m.