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Any Wednesday Morning
There's a strange vibe about this thread.— April 25, 2010 7:22 a.m.
Tipping Them and Tipping Them
Alcohol ban at a park in Chula Vista! Oh no, Mr. Bill! Alert Carolyn Matteo! Wake up, speak up!— April 25, 2010 1:05 a.m.
Any Wednesday Morning
Oh yuck! So you know this Star Bar, MsG? Where is it located?— April 25, 2010 12:31 a.m.
Any Wednesday Morning
Good read.— April 24, 2010 9:28 p.m.
Wake Up, Speak Up
LOLOLOL!!! Say hello to all of my fans!!! :)— April 24, 2010 9:20 p.m.
Wake Up, Speak Up
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, poor baby. What a deprived childhood you must have led. Earlier when I clicked on the link, it didn't work, therefore I thought the link had been pulled. I made a simple mistake. There's a difference between making mistakes and stupidity. That you don't know this tells so much about your own level of intelligence. Not the sharpest crayon in the box would be putting it politely. Tsk, tsk, tsk.— April 24, 2010 8:11 p.m.
To All U Kids Out There in Grown Up Clothing
Ooooh nan, do tell, do tell!!! xxx— April 24, 2010 6:40 p.m.
Craigslist Tips Them Off
Thanks, Karina. Glad these crooks were caught.— April 24, 2010 3:31 p.m.
Mother's Day--Celebrate Her While You Still Can!
What a mixture of emotions expressed here, Robbie. I think I understand you. I did not have a good relationship with my mother either, not because she was abusive, though. Just before she passed away, we managed to connect, briefly, but I am glad that we had that moment. I don't wish she was here, as she was; I wish things had been different. So I happen to agree with you about this, and all other artificial holidays; for some of us, there is more pain than joy in the notions.— April 24, 2010 3:29 p.m.
A Warm Welcome to the Neighborhood...Or Not
I'm sorry about what happened to you. It does feel terrible when your home is burglarized. We had the same thing happen some years ago, but luckily, the ex-Brute had gone home to fetch something and the burglars fled, with only a Game Boy. By the door the Brute found pillowcases full of electronic equipment, my boxes of jewelry, and other valuables. We literally would have been cleaned out in another few minutes. My son was a baby in my arms at the time, and I remember just sinking into the sofa and holding him as we talked to the police; I was grateful they did not succeed, but even the attempt felt horrible.— April 24, 2010 3:23 p.m.