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One day, she was having a serious problem with him, and she pushed the Boston peace of mind rock and roll band thank you for the memories shirt and I love this emergency help button that the school put in her class. Two examples my older cat had pancreatitis, suddenly humped and obvious behaviour change. Second example foster kitten showed round posture and intermittent weakness or giving out of right hind leg. She was a kitten and did the usual running jumping and on occasion would get testy when you picked her up. Occasionally she would move unevenly. First time I ever broke my own hand punching a wall after telling two parents that I needed their signature to cut their child in half. I had to take a week off (not by my choice). I give praise to any doctor who has pediatric in front of their title. Most of my ladies colleagues are not afraid of me, they called me harmless because many times I am with my co workers room, sometimes they�re alone and sometimes with more friends, I even took a nap inside the room of my co- workers but, I never did anything that could make them lost their trust on me, because they like to be with me due to my being humorous, I have a lot of jokes to share and most of my friends and colleagues like to talk with me longer. In the beginning I will only be a listener and once they have no more to talk that�s the time I will start mine, specially those I saw having some problems with their relationship, I am trying to find ways that I could have a chat with them. Supposed to be, this question is not for me because, I have nothing to share pertaining some happening between me and my co-worker, but I don�t like to disappoint the one who give me this question. I had been with so many of my colleagues, inside the room or outside the room, in the business trip, but I never take any disadvantage, and I never put any different meaning whenever a friend or a colleagues would like me to visit to their room, because I am really very friendly. There were sun dapples all around me, and everything was green, gold, and warm peaty browns. Suddenly from the edge of the clearing a centaur came running towards me. His hair and body were dark brown, and his upper body was lean and sculpted. I remember it so clearly, even now. Without breaking stride, he scooped me up in his arms and continued running to the other edge of the clearing. And that’s when I woke up. I instantly felt a deep, overwhelming grief that it was a dream, and that feeling didn’t leave me for weeks. Over time I came to terms with the knowledge that he was just a dream, but the feeling of loss never left me. Neither did the clarity of the dream. I just put it away, because I would again feel that overwhelming sadness that it would never be. I felt a lightning bolt go through me. My driver husband was the centaur in my dream. Same hair shape, same colouring, same lean, sculpted shape. And just like the dream, he had scooped me up and run away with my heart. The sadness I had always felt when recalling the dream instantly changed into a wild joy. Father took me on a work day trip. I was around seven and way too naive to know what was going on. We stopped at a �friends� house because said friend was ill. I waited in the car for about an hour. When he returned he said that Mother didn’t like this friend so to keep from upsetting her we wouldn’t tell her when we got home. No surprise, the marriage didn’t survive. They divorced when I was 13 or 14. I became an emotional crutch for Mother and heard every detail. She wanted to know who the other woman was so she hired a private detective. I heard everything�things that no one wants to know about their father. I can wear earplugs to block out music and still clearly hear conversation. You won�t even see them in my ears because they are clear. I get tired easily, but I very much enjoy socializing and dancing. I like to be around people because I like feeling included. I can sing and dance and talk and laugh just like anyone else. I dress appropriately, I have table manners. I haven�t had a meltdown during a party since I was five years old. It�s pretty much saying �we don�t think you�re good enough or social enough� which crushes the spirits of an autistic kid or adult just trying to live their life and fit in. Many struggle with isolation. They want to be your friend and family member. Next time, just try inviting them- and let them decide whether to come or not. It�s fine to include information. having known and been aware of this, why not shed such negativity and be bold to discuss your feelings here on irrespective of the after effect which will soon disappear when you stop giving it importance and stop adding strength to it by trying to analyse. police officers who stop you will consider you to be someone who believes they can ignore traffic laws by making a donation to some scam charity that doesn�t do much beyond issuing bumper stickers. Driving at or under the speed limit is a better option. This aunt had an elder sister who was very narcissistic and self-absorbed. She took no time out for her mother�s care. But as soon as her younger sister was freed by death from that duty, she conscripted her to her own aid and comfort. This went on for many years. My dear aunt was so well-trained to being a caregiver that it never occurred to her. Meanwhile, Big Sister, age 65, managed to track down and strike up an alliance with an old high school boyfriend and life-long admirer of hers. He handled her papers and bills for her and really did do a lot of important things for her concerning doctors, hospitals and treatments. Loyal as a lap dog, he was. Then she died, with Little Sister at her hospice bedside, and the day of reckoning soon followed. My aunt and uncle sat in the lawyer�s office, along with the old beau. They were the only living people left in the woman�s life that could possible stand to inherit her fortune. But, they forgot to factor in one very important thing. This older lad had witnessed the whole thing from a distance and when he rushed up, red in the face and furious he gave that kid a belting that I don�t think he had ever had in his entire bullying little life!My friend Diana, one of the sweetest people on the planet, got married. I was maid of honor, until after the bridal shower, which I gave. After that, the other bridesmaid took over as maid of honor. She was that kind of person. Diana was a sweet soul. She thought since the other lady was probably never getting married, she should have a wedding. So, she let this loudmouthed female run hers. The wedding was at two. Diana picked me up at ten. She had to pick up the wedding cake, and the organ which her fiance�s grandmother was going to play for the service, before getting to the wedding. I think there were a couple of other things she had to pick up too. We came down the stairs into the living room. Diana and her fiance� said their vows. They were supposed to light a unity candle. But it was August, and filthy hot. There were five fans going in that room. That poor candle didn�t stand a chance. It ended with them lighting the candle with their tapers, while her sister�s boyfriend held his Harley Davidson lighter over the candle, to keep it lit. He had another stomach pain crisis and the appointment with the gastroenterologist coincided. The doctor did an endoscopy and colonoscopy. He called me and had a discussion. He told me that he could see my son getting over some type of infection. And from the looks of his bloodwork, me going to the hematologist is definitely a step in the right direction. He said he wasn�t positive but I shouldn�t give up on getting a diagnosis and it may just be a blood disorder. Now whenever he would have those pain crisis seemed to be the only time I would get a little closer to an answer, so the children�s hospital we would go everytime. I had to constantly advocate. It�s not just when an infection is eminent. ER doctors need to get with the program and learn a lot more about these blood disorders that cause severe pain crisis�. Instead of brushing people off and dismissing them as though they are just addicts. Happens way too often for me not to generalize. Maybe I�m confused, but how exactly is she getting out of your house with your child if you arent letting her? And how exactly is she keeping the child for days when you, as the parents, could just go pick the child up. You know where she lives. I don�t care if my grandmother rose from her grave just to get to my children, nobody will take those kids without prior notification, and my consent. Fortunately, most people in the bus had seen that she was the one who bitched against me first, so I had allies in this. To this day I am a huge advocate for keeping abortion legal for anyone who needs or wants them, for medical reasons or not. It is not anyone�s business but yours and in my case my husbands. When I was in the military. I had a pet German Shepard and I would train with the K9 people on base, so my Shepard was highly trained and very protective. Anyway one night I was walking �Honey� (the dog) and a couple of low-life’s came up to me and started harassing me and demanding money. Now �Honey� was not within sight( she was around the corner of a building, but when I jerked the leash, she came running to protect me, these low-life�s decided that they did not really want my money and took off. In some ways I wish that I would of let her loose for just a couple of seconds. Many years ago, I shared an apartment with a very sweet girl named Ella. I knew her because we worked at the same mall: me at a candle shop and her at the book store. SheThis is a failure on you as a parent to set boundaries for your home. Once in a while when laughing or just chatting she would lean against me or smack my ass as I was walking by. When we would get eye contact she put her hands up and said wasn’t me then giggled. I tried keeping my mind in a completely different place because this was my buddies daughter old enough by law yes but my buddies daughter. So I said yes true we’ve had nothing but fun so no wonder the time has gone so quick I suppose I should hit it to. She grabbed my arm and layed her head against my shoulder. Noooo please stay I patted her on the cheek and said time to get some rest so we don’t sleep away the daylight. My buddy stood saying I’ll put out the fire. When he was out of ear shot she looked up at me and smiled. What I asked, you know I can come visit you after everyone is sleeping. Suddenly I felt a stirring I was trying to fight off. My mind again went many different ways to keep from thinking of the direction the rest of me was going. Besides status, the main reason a non-mechanic is driving a newish car, is, that they need the car, and it should work. So if there are constant maintenance issues, it becomes expensive and inconvenient to have the car in the shop all the time. so I reluctantly took it. Karen didn�t gave off negative vibes or anything at first, which I was relieved to see. I got comfortable and adjusted myself, put on some music on my earphones and enjoyed the serene rural views outside while hoping for boredom to not overcome me. It didn�t. Something worse did. Stuff started irritating Karen as time passed. She kept lightly pushing her legs against mine, and I could tell from her body language and the way she kept looking at me that she wasn�t a big fan of the clothes I was wearing. The bus had to be stopped, and things got worse. I got up and shouted the worst profanities at her. I never wanted to, but I was forced to. was the sweetest, nicest girl ever, and we both wanted to move out of our parents� houses, didn�t have a ton of money, and were relatively good friends, so we got an apartment together. Ella was extremely shy and introverted, and even though she was 25, she dressed like a little girl – always in these frilly vintage 1950s dresses, with her hair done just right and her eye makeup accentuating her big, innocent-looking brown eyes. She walked around looking like she was dreaming of rainbows and unicorns. The closest I ever heard her come to swearing was gasping. Many years ago, I shared an apartment with a very sweet girl named Ella. I knew her because we worked at the same mall: me at a candle shop and her at the book store. She was the sweetest, nicest girl ever, and we both wanted to move out of our parents� houses, didn�t have a ton of money, and were relatively good friends, so we got an apartment together. Ella was extremely shy and introverted, and even though she was 25, she dressed like a little girl – always in these frilly vintage 1950s dresses, with her hair done just right and her eye makeup accentuating her big, innocent-looking brown eyes. She walked around looking like she was dreaming of rainbows and unicorns. The closest I ever heard her come to swearing was gasping. During my first 12 hour shift I offered her a shower which she gladly accepted. I observed she was dressed modestly with layers of clothing and appeared weak when standing or ambulating, so I asked her if she needed my help to remove her clothing, and assistance getting into the bathtub. She paused for a few minutes, while I waited, she then said she would appreciate my assistance but only under one condition, which was that I would not discussed anything I saw on her body with her children. Of course I agreed without hesitation. We removed her layers of clothing methodically as she guided me patiently. It was beyond my imagination that she was able to walk around and interact with her children and grandchildren. Her body was invaded by multiple protruding raw cancer lesions, which she was packing with ointment on thick reusable gauze dressing to mask the scent. She explained that she got up when everyone was asleep and washed the cloth which she brought back from India. This cloth does not stick on wounds and absorbed fluids well. It was at that time she quietly whispered as a lonely tear drop rolled when her left cheek, that she really did not want to disappoint her young grandchildren by complaining too much. Under your roof is one thing. But under hers? Time to let go. The more you meddle, the more she will push you away. Trust that you raised her well and she will figure things out. First, talk to the cemetery and make sure you have the right grave location / cemetery. 68 years ago is a long time and it frankly makes more sense that the error is where you are looking rather than the cemetery having done something. Most states have legal requirements for moving a body after it is buried, and in most cases it requires notification of the family. It is very unlikely that the cemetery relocated your fathers body to bury someone else in the location. I live in California and one of my �car chat� friends and his wife live in Oregon. My wife and I were taking a road trip and stopped by their house for a visit and a mutual friend of both of us from Tennessee was in town, too. The five of us went out to dinner one night at a mid-scale restaurant outside of Portland. As we were siting there, a black couple came in and were seated near us. The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me occurred in Amsterdam during a family visit to Europe. I was 16, out walking with my sister Ruth, who was my best friend in life. It was Sunday, and the streets were dead, like the city had closed. I simply responded honestly, that he was untrustworthy and unethical, and told them a few instances where I knew for a fact that he had lied to our clients. My German colleague took notes, thanked me for my insights, and went back to the client to report. The next day he told me they intended to partner with an American bank. I was always pretty good about protecting my soul. I say soul, because I believe everything you do can either protect it or demolish it. Mine is pretty vanilla and can no way even come close to Coreys story. In my 20s, I was a thin blonde with good looks. Seems every gay guy in Atlanta tried to get in my pants, unsuccessfully. I was poor and hungry. A man, very queeny man In his 40s or 50s started talking to me at a store. He was dressed in expensive clothes wearing expensive jewelry. was feeling like I had totally used him for a meal, and I had. I reluctantly agreed to let him blow me, thinking this would ease my mind about the dinner. Lucky me, I couldn�t get it up. I apologized and luckily he understood and asked if he could just play with himself while i was in his mouth. Sure�.knock yourself out, but I�m leaving afterwards. Didn�t take him long. I got dressed and darted to my car. I was so mad at myself and felt like a whore. The free meal was not worth it! When I got home, I couldn�t wait to get in the shower to get his spit off me. What I did really wasn�t so bad, but I was raised better, and that�s what I couldn�t reconsolidate in my head. I sense that you are becoming a bit uncomfortable about this and that is enough reason to change things. My suggestion is that on her 14th birthday, you recognize her increased maturity, entry into high school, and with that she changes her kisses with on your/her cheeks or the top of each other�s head while seated. I never been fired but to be let go in front of everyone has to be embarrassing. That is also uncalled for. Your employer could have easily requested to meet with you in an office and told you off there. If you get fired in front of everyone you must have done something right then and there to be terminated. He stopped before the door to punch himself in the face, walked outside and ran like a bull, head-first and hard, into a dumpster. He punched the dumpster as I coaxed him into my car. We drove halfway to his house when he opened the door and walked quickly in a direction that didn�t lead to either of our homes. So the 2 girls were evicted, and just left their stuff there, so Bee had to have a company come and remove the stuff, and store it, on Bee�s dime. She had 3 companies come out, and everything was so gross and disgusting they refused to touch it or store it. More legal shenanigans. And eventually she got permission to just get rid of the stuff since nobody would move it or store it. I really did have to take the cat to the eye doctor; he had a tumor in his eye that the vet was watching. Eventually the eye had to be removed. While Kyle was delivering one of his vehicles, a bored seventeen-year-old boy walked through the gap, not even seeing the fencing pulled off and behind the other building. He ended up on one of the runways. Trespassing on an airport is a federal crime. Federal cops of one sort or another arrested my brother. When he pointed out the gap where he came through, they were smart enough to realize that this teenager in a suit was not likely to be plotting something. My cat got lost once, we had just moved, and we spent weeks looking for her. When we finally found her she stayed glued to me for about a month purring. Maybe she had a traumatic experience and appreciates you more now that she’s home. I learned some time ago, not to put myself in a situation where that could be a possibility. I had and have male friends, but I also have open, honest and respectable boundaries. Adultery is a choice, I won’t compromise morals and integrity. Even if your relationship is not working out, before adultery, think about ending it first. There is no excuse for it, you can not justify it. Riding home from school one day, she stood up to exit as we approached her stop and was standing just in front of my seat. I have no idea what possessed me to do this, I have never done anything like this either before or after this day. As she was standing there looking ahead, I reached out and pinched her on the butt. She spun around and slapped me, then slapped the poor guy sitting on the seat The cat got along pretty well with just the other one. There are already issues. Ignore all advice you�ve gotten on Quora. Get a copy of the email including all headers. Contact a local attorney who specializes in labor issues for advice which you should then follow to the letter. Brush up your resume and start seeking other employment. Actually, you don�t have to be let into her apartment. With a critical thought of what you actually want to see in that apartment, you�ll understand that it does not matter if you see it or not. We do not have to know everything in life. You�re actually lucky that you raised her well to get her own place, it could have been worse like having a freeloader in your house. here is one large house perched high on the sand dunes overlooking a large portion of the community that belongs to a wealthy family that are only ever seen in the summer months and for most of the year the house is empty. This house came alive one summer with raucous teenagers and young adults. The parents ( or anyone responsible) were obviously not around as the music was deafening into the early hours along with screaming and yelling. This crowd were also seen breaking benches at the local lookout point and left beer cans and cigarette butts strewn on the beach. The police visited twice after complaints were made and the noise would be reduced for a while but return to previous levels soon afterwards. The reception was long, my brother and I knew almost nobody. My mother had had a baby in high school, who had been given up for adoption. When I was fourteen, this older half-brother suddenly came into our lives. I spent my first year in college at the same school as my half-brother, so I had spent time with him and at least knew the bride, but my younger brother didn’t even have that connection. on the other side of the bus who had no idea what happened. She then stormed off the bus. By the time they�re in a position to make a choice, they�ve had experience in most of the specialties. The choice should be based, most of all, on what they found most attractive. If they choose any of most surgical specialties, they should be sure they�re willing to work that hard. My mom lived with me in a mother-daugher home the last 10 years of her life. My father had passed away many years before and she had been a young widow. She was always very shy and introverted about sex. While cleaning out her things, I found a personal device which I realized she had used for her own pleasure. I was shocked but pleased she found her own way to help herself. My response was to look up, put thumbs up and say. So, I went to bed as usual with the heater slightly on to take off the chill and there was this weird noise from under my pillow. I couldn�t work out what it was and it was none other than a mouse. It was time to raise my rates, and I was soon toward the top of the list for high fees. As pointed out when you have a larger office with more support staff and other attorneys you need to bill at a higher rate to make it all work. In the end, what you are buying for the higher price is combination of characteristics and issues together. This may include the lawyer’s proven record of continued success. Like a professional athlete who has a good year, the top production will mean you can negotiate the next contract for better pay. Also important is the ability to get routine matters taken care of easily and quickly. An attorney who is liked by the judge will get better access to the judge, will have a better reputation among the clerks (who can help or slow your case depending on how fast they do their job), and has a reputation within the courthouse that makes people respect and want to help you. he says he never loved me at all and says he could never love me even if he wanted to get back together with me. I have been so depressed I feel like my heart has been crushed by a steam roller and I have shooting pain across my chest every day. I know what his dad and his dad’s bitch of a wife wanted to do to me!! I know that she mainly was the one who hated me and basically was trying to tell him to screw me over, staying with him for like an hour straight to try to convince him to leave me and not leave me with anything!! That’s truly sick!! And I can’t believe I trusted a liar like him and his wife!! Luckily, Isaac was more loyal than his dad!! I thank God that he doesn’t take after him in that department because loyalty is not that man’s strong suit and I don’t care what any of his family think! No matter why he said that to Isaac. Wife and I were grocery shopping, trying to pick out some produce. Cutest little girl you have ever seen, maybe just over 2 years old. sucking her thumb, calmly walked up beside my wife, reached up, took her hand, and just stood there. This is in your head but its not the way professionals think. Doctors are there to solve the problem. They don�t really care how it got there or why you didn�t see them sooner. As they are listening to you, they are thinking of the best treatment. Showered at my buddy�s place before we went out for beers and his 15 year old son walked into the bathroom. He didn�t knock he just walked in and started brushing his teeth. Then he started a conversation. It wasn�t until I opened the shower door and asked him to pass my towel that he realized I wasn�t his father. He freaked and started apologizing. I was cracking up. I told him it was cool and nothing to worry about. His dad cracked up too. Don’t mind it, it’s quite normal and not weird at all, don’t worry. I’m 14 as well and most kids our age sleep with something I sleep with an old tiny pillow since childhood, my closest friends all sleep with stuffed animals. She was very young when she started telling me about the time before with the other daddy, when she died and I was so sad. There were more tellings from her about it, but I don�t remember too many of them anymore. It was weird. Once she got a bit older these tellings stopped. It always intrigued me. I was officially in a relationship for almost 6 months and before that we were just dating and spending time together. Everything seemed to be fine but I was the one who always taking care of her, driving her to work and back home, especially when she moved in with me. I used to buy everything and didn�t let her spend a penny because her salary wasn�t good. I got her a lot of gifts including a very nice Scottish fold cat despite that I�m allergic to cats and my allergy is severe but I did it to make her happy, and a lot more things. The list goes on. I was always busy making her happy and doing things to cheer her up and I wasn�t noticing that she is doing nothing! or she didn�t care that much until the day I lost my job! I told her I got terminated from work, she said �everything is gonna be fine. and was fighting for no reason despite she knows I was very stressed out because I had to find a job before my grace period finished, otherwise I have to leave the country. In the end, she initiated a big fight and left and all that was for no reason. It was right before the quarantine starts, I lived a very bad days, alone without a job, stressed and sad all the time and nothing can take my mind of it. The funny thing her alibi was �you were stressed so I decided to leave� rather than staying by my side in my hard days she left. It is still not easy for me because I put a lot of expectation on her and loved her more than I should but I don�t regret it because I did everything with a good intention out of love but I don�t think she loved me not even a bit. You shouldn’t have signed them in that case. Legally speaking your signature will mean that you agreed. It is all but impossible to have a court declare the agreement void simply because you didn’t read it. You, not them, will need to prove beyond doubt that they deliberately forced you to sign the agreement without looking. Ie that they threatened you with termination if you read (they could require you sign the agreement or be let go, just not threaten you with termination if you simply read the agreement) the agreement. Awhile later I was watching the movie The Revenant where the guy is attacked by a bear in the wilderness and left to die. He had huge gaping wounds bleeding and was opening them and pouring gun powder in them. I said pretty loud omg why is he pouring gun powder in there!?That’s going to get infected! My son yells back from the other room, He has to cauterize it so he doesn’t bleed to death. Lol Not something modern medicine would use gun powder for but back then that’s how they did it I guess. They liked to show off how rich they were by using the halls and common corridors by placing their shoes In pairs along the passages. Hundreds of very expensive pairs of shoes and trainers. After a week, my upstairs neighbour and I put them all in a few bin bags and piled them up by their front door. The next day, I came home to their shoes neatly stacked in the corridors again. They weren’t getting the message. I printed off a letter from the building management using a letterhead made up of logos nicked from their website. It stated that their shoes were a risk to people were there a building fire as in a smoke filled corridor they presented a trip hazard. They were moved within hours. They had a large sound system, much like the kind you’d find at festival stage. Very loud and very bass heavy. They rented it out to people and promoted local club nights. To this end they invited people round to demonstrate their kit, abilities and the like all night during weeknights. I tried knocking their door when the music went off, but only got a muttered as they knew what they’d done. They liked to show off how rich they were by using the halls and common corridors by placing their shoes In pairs along the passages. Hundreds of very expensive pairs of shoes and trainers. After a week, my upstairs neighbour and I put them all in a few bin bags and piled them up by their front door. The next day, I came home to their shoes neatly stacked in the corridors again. They weren’t getting the message. I printed off a letter from the building management using a letterhead made up of logos nicked from their website. It stated that their shoes were a risk to people were there a building fire as in a smoke filled corridor they presented a trip hazard. Holding a grudge about watching your younger siblings isn�t healthy. I am the oldest of 4. I did my share of diaper changing (back when you scrapped those cloth diapers clean in the toilet) and helping out. That�s just part of being in a family. You have no right to expect babysitting from your mom. If she is willing to do it then you are blessed. She is giving up a lot to do this. Yes, you should pay her as you would pay anyone else. Being a stay at home mom is a whole lot harder than being a working mom. I have done both. Giving your mom the hardest part of your parenting day to do while you are at work is a very big ask. If you get fired or resign from a company and they do not request their devices back then you do not have to return them. They mostly focus on other important things like company vehicles. Those they cannot let you walk away with. If it is a small company then they will want their phone and laptop back. That is because as much as you are leaving, someone still has to take your place. That person will need the very same laptop and phone that you were using. Me and my family were out for a walk, and we were planning on going on a longer route, but we decided that we wanted to come back early so we started heading towards home. When we got back from our walk, we saw our neighbors in front of their house. They seemed really worried so we asked what was going on. They told us that their dog Scout had run away. Right at that moment, Scout ran right through our front yard and across the street. They started following him, trying to keep up. My family was standing in the front yard, trying to see where Scout had gone. Once again, we saw Scout running through our yard. This time, he stopped at the driveway and just stood there. We brought out some water for him to trying to make sure he wouldn�t run away again. While he was drinking, his owners ran up (from a distance) and picked him up and brought him home. It�s amazing how the world works sometimes, if we hadn�t decided to come home early, who knows when or if Scout would have found his way home? At least we were able to help our neighbors, even if we didn�t know it at the time. . One Friday morning as I was getting ready for work I noticed that my teeth were chattering as if I was out in freezing weather! I was a nervous wreck about to have a total meltdown; what the fucc! I called work, spoke to my immediate supervisor and told her that I was in the process of filling for divorce and stayed home from work that day. I got in contact with my first cousin that lived in Gary Indiana and made arrangements to live with her. After I left my wife of only eighteen months, taking all my belongings and the bill box I arrived at her house on a Friday evening and unpacked my things and fell asleep on the bed fully clothed. I can still remember what I wore that day and everything going on in my head. I slept from that Friday evening until Sunday and my cousin said that the only reason why she woke me up was because she knew that this wasn’t good for me and my mental health. This to me was a spiritual moment! After several attempts to get me up and out of bed so I could have something to eat I stood up and all of my clothes looked as if they had just been ironed!! Not a single wrinkle! I smelled like I had just gotten out of the shower and mind you I had been asleep for almost three days! Three days of my life I cannot account for but will remember the rest of my life. This is when my marriage was officially over in my total being. This question has put a bookmark in my brain and after double digit years of being single if my fiancee gives me the slightest notion of my past experience in a piss poor ass relationship I’m leaving her as well! Thank you for the much needed awakening be it painful but the truth. The first few hours he was very skittish. Head down, ears back, tail between his legs and in a corner. So I just let him relax and explore my apartment at his own pace. Eventually he decided to jump up into a large padded chair in my living room. His body language told me he was still petrified. When it came time for me to go to sleep I went to my room, grabbed a pillow and blanket and went to sleep on the floor near the chair. A few hours later I heard him jump off the chair and walk around the apartment. About 30 minutes later I felt a cold wet nose exploring me but I continued to ignore him. It was about 3am he walked around and lay near me on the floor, eventually snuggling. At that point, even in the dark I knew he saw me as his pack member. I put my arm over him and he sighed. I also knew I was done fostering him. I called my workmates husband and told them I was keeping him. If a step parent doesn’t like a step child, then the child will have a hard time in the presence of the step parent. The ste parent will ensure that the child is given too much task with little or no food. The step child will only survive by the grace God. The only challenge may arise if the step child succeeds in future until he/she becomes a recognised person. At this time, the step parent may attempt to forget what he/she used to do the step child. It happened in my village, a step child become the police officer yet the step mother was still going on with making alcohol. One day, the step mother found it rough when she was arrested by the step child, the one she used to deny food during the chilhood. I was Manager of Contracts for a construction company once, when we were losing tens of millions of dollars on a major project. The original estimate was much too low, and management agreed to an even lower price, and we were experiencing overruns. It was a nightmare. Top management hired a Consultant whose business was assisting government contractors in filing claims against the Federal Government. He was retired military, and he actually had a good track record. The tide was coming in. I had tried to time the waves so when a wave crashed over,I would run across the reef before the next wave came. I had a 50 foot distance to run on wet rocks. In the middle of my run to safety,I slipped and got my foot caught up between two rocks which cost me several valuable seconds. I knew I would not make it so I laid down and grasped the rocks,letting the large wave pass completely over me. I lost some of my tackle but made it across. It was not until I reached safety that I realized my injuries. Possible fractured left foot, deep cuts and scrapes all over and my body hurt from straining muscles. I could barely walk back home a block away and knew I was moderately hurt. The next few days my ankle swelled up double it�s normal size. My ribs were badly bruised and possibly fractured. My whole body throbbed with pain. The scrapes and cuts were not as bad as I thought they might be but I looked like I had just been through a shredder. He was very polite, took me out on dates, we stayed up and talked late through the nights. We really liked eachother. He asked me if I�d like to date date and I said yes instantly. A year later we moved states and got married. We�ve had a ton of adventures and I am so happy that I decided to be with someone much older than me. No one usually blinks on eye to the 14 year age gap but we have had people give us weird looks in the stores while holding hands sometimes, after my divorce I knew that I never wanted to date a man my age, or even a few years older than my age, again. In this day and age there is too much cheating because young guys only want to sow their wild oats but hurt women who want to be in steady relationships in the process for god knows what stupid reasons. Its normal for young adolescents who want privacy. They are going threw changes. Their bodies are growing and their thoughts about life. Now my advice give her space. Because if you dont allow it in the end she wont she’ll have nothing to do with you as an adult. She wont trust you and as right now you dont trust her. It will be your fault and just added to her insecurities. And for my hourly rate, I�ll conduct the seance, too! But just as a precaution, we�ll also put the terms in the written will. Gotta guard against the risk of sunspots interfering with transmission from the other side. This is very sophisticated legal work and I�ll charge accordingly. I heard this boy, a couple grades below me, had a crazy mother that never bathed, laid in bed all day and night, drinking and crying. She never fed him, washed his clothes, or tended to his needs. It was horrible and this little kid suffered terribly. My mom landed a job as a director of a museum, with many workers that were not good workers. Basically the museum was on it’s way to ruins. One woman was stealing money and signed her own paychecks because the last director was afraid of her, the gift shop manager had no understanding of money. The next woman was very emotional and easy to get to leave if you didnt act like you adored her. There were more people, but Beatrice was smart, so she was the hardest. She was the only one who you knew was aware of what she was doing. It’s possible the others knew what they were doing, but they weren’t as smart as her. When my coolant sensor went out, I went to the dealership to get it checked. They told me that they needed to take off the coolant reservoir, which was on top of the engine. They would have to empty the coolant reservoir, flush the system, and replace the sensor. I had seen something like this somewhere before. I had a neighbor is who is an excellent mechanic, so I asked him to look at my car when I got home. The sensor looked kinda like this. Fortunately, since I had some connections in the automotive business, I kept asking around. I found a mechanic that worked on race cars. He was more than qualified. So the next time I had any questions about the car, I would just drive over and see him. A few days later their was a knock on the door and it was my husband telling me I had a few days to leave the house because it was being gutted, and that he wanted a divorce. It really hurt more than I could put into words. I did not understand why? Later I found out that his family told him that while he was in a coma that I had men coming over all of the time and I was having parties all the time and that I never went to the hospital to see him. This was not true but they never really like me to begin with, his father never even went to our wedding. My husband believed every word they said. They always had control over him. Well a few years after our divorce I met up with my now ex and he told me he was sorry that he let them brain wash him into believing all of the bullshit, and wanted to get back with me, but I did not want to go through anymore crap from his family or mistrust from him. So there you have it, the most shocking thing that ever happened to me. In fifty shades of grey, during the scene where the guy is showing the girl his bondage room for the first time the theatre grew very quiet. As the camera panned the room with no dialogue I said, rather loudly. Anyone so shallow they cannot be happy for an older couple finally having a baby doesn�t deserve a nice wedding. I would think a happy family and bride would be thrilled to hear at their wedding that their cousins are expecting. and what a nice time to confirm a pregnancy. Everyone is togather and it is a happy occasion. I think it is silly to make Eugenie sound like she needs all the attention. When people die or have lung damage it�s serious to me. Many people don�t get so sick they must be in hospital. Some are carriers of the virus but are never ill. Strange but true. I ran into her the other day and we discussed what has been happening lately. She maintained a relatively neutral position regarding this pandemic but she did sound like she was speaking from a place of someone who isn�t in the medical field. I don�t know her boyfriend but it felt like I was talking to an extension of him. She mentioned she has had these discussions with her boyfriend who isn�t a medical worker and I felt like she was getting swayed by his point of view. She questioned the seriousness of the disease and she wondered if everything was being blown out of proportion. She said that this may just be a Democratic ploy to bash Trump to get him out of office. She softened the blow by saying that she doesn�t actually know since she doesn�t work acute care, but she didn�t know anyone who had it and her friends have hung out with others and nothing has happened to them. I told her that she can�t base reality off of what she personally experiences because if that were the case, poverty isn�t an issue then. Racism isn�t that big of an issue. Sex trafficking wouldn�t be real. Children don�t go hungry, and there aren�t thousands of kids dying every day from malaria. I had one snooty Physicians Assistant who made it known that she didnt like her job. I had to go to several clinics she worked in as I have a terminal illness that I recieve treatment for. At my last appointment the doctor wanted me to come in to get a consult for a neurosurgery for a cyst on my cervical spine. Apparently neither that doctor nor myself knew it was inoperable. Anyway, 6 weeks later I showed up for my appointment and was waiting in my room which was usually a 30 min wait after at least a 2 hour wait in the waiting room. who does the same thing I can tell you right now if you think that’s a problem you must have one of the most uneventful life’s I have ever seen. Just let the kid relax on his two days off. When you are off work you do what you feel is relaxing. He is doing the exact same thing. I would suggest it was solely a result of his powers, which he was already using to terrorise and injure his peers and teachers, along with the fact he was a sociopath, prepared to do anything it took to obtain his goals, which meant he would do things, and had the power to do them, which would allow him to gain complete control over the school. My son had an appointment the following day to get his shots, so he could start kindergarten, but I noticed he was taking the appointment really, really hard. He was more stressed out than usual, but I just figured he was nervous. Then that night he said to me in the saddest voice. When I placed my ten dollars or so worth of items on the belt the man behind me who only had a roll of sausage rolled it down the belt into my items. I asked him if that was an accident or did he want me to pay for it. He told me no he intended to pay for mine because I had let the lady jump line in front of me. I tried to decline but he insisted. So I ended up getting my few groceries at no monetary cost to me. Some warm, some cool, some cold, but always windy and often wet. Was caught in a sudden snow storm the third week. This is an election year and so Trump, being the tactician he is, has found a compromise between what he wants to do and what the democrats want him to do. Come November, expect a landslide victory. There are many reasons why a mother should not be allowed in her daughter�s apartment. However, the only one that counts and is the most important is that she does not want her mother to be in the apartment. The daughter doesn�t need to understand anything. The author of the question needs to understand that she is not welcome in her daughter�s apartment. t was about forty years ago, on the weekend before Christmas. My girlfriend and I went away for the weekend to clear our heads after a real crappy work week for both of us. We thought we would go have a great time no matter what. We checked into our hotel, and saw all the sights the area had to offer, losing all track of time. It started getting late when we realized that we hadn�t eaten since breakfast. It was now dark, snowing, windy and cold. Places were starting to close up so the employees could go home safely before the snow covered roads got real bad. Our dinner came out, and then she said the chef was trying some new ideas out, and would we be interested in trying them. We said sure. The dinner was superb, as was the experiments. When we could eat or drink no more, we asked for the check. While getting my wallet out, I was thinking of all the kind words and actions that they both said and did for us and for staying late and feeding us during a snow storm. For all they did, and because it was Christmas, I left a very hefty tip for both of them. I saw a lifeguard jump into the ocean pull out a young girl who was motionless. She proceeded to give the young girl cpr: after 45 seconds, maybe a minute the young girl started to respond. The ambulance took the child away, the lifeguard went right back to her post like nothing ever happened . It was amazing the lifeguard had nerves of steel it takes a lot to impress me and she floored me. Airport long term parking garage would be my choice. A few years ago a guy had parked in one of these and had a heart attack and died slumped down in seat. He was reported as missing to police but he and his vehicle were not found until 6 YEARS later. His body by this time was quite dried out like beef jerky but the car was so stinky the people removing him wore gas masks. I was eleven years old, and my younger sister and I were having an argument while our youngest brother looked on. I told my sister I was the oldest so she had to do what I said. Our mother watched quietly for a while. Then she informed all of us that I was not the oldest sibling. We are about two-thirds through with our meal when my wife happens to mention to the server that we had a coupon and my in-laws had a coupon. The server leaves and comes back with the manager. The manager tells us that only one coupon is allowed per table. Since we were almost done at this point, my wife suggests we move to another table about 5 feet away. We move our plates, silverware, etc. It was ridiculous. When we left, they had to clean two tables instead of one. Even the server apologized. For years, every time I thought of that incident, I would just break up laughing. volution is a fickle, initial attachment shown by the baby for its caregiver is the building block of his personality, how he perceives the world, understand how it all works, knows the balance nature creates and how he builds relationships; it all starts from the initial care. Animals don’t need much of that personality unless they come from either Pixar or Disney. If the baby was capable of doing everything on its own, what value would trust and dependence have? The defendant was an elderly black man, who raised hogs on the same farm as his father and grandfather. The city had built a water treatment plant – a very smelly one, at that – next to his pig farm, which had been absorbed into the city limits. Then they charged the poor man with raising hogs in the city limits. The innocent verdict didn�t take long. He recently did a similar repair on one of my vehicles. He said he damaged my muffler during the repair so he replaced it for free. He could have lied to me, but he was honest. I have similar stories of him treating me well. I hope he never retires. When I was a little girl of about eight years old, my neighbor, the street busy body, saw a loose dog wandering on her property and started throwing rocks at it. I was so upset as I adored dogs and saw the owners walking up the street and told them she was trying to hurt their dog. After they left with their wandering , she screamed at me and called me a skinny Polack! I am Polish and I was a skinny kid and I told my Polish born father and he went and yelled back at her. Imagine calling a little girl that. It was disgusting and humiliating. Besides, I was self conscious about being so skinny. Kellogg�s cereal company. In the uk, they had influence on much of the government guidelines including: you shouldn�t skip breakfast; and at least a third of your diets should be carbohydrates. I don�t but when you think of all the crap and germs shoes track in, it might be a good idea. I say a guy spitting on the ground in parking lot recently and almost called him on it. But he had taken off his mask and might have had a problem. You have to be careful today with all the crazies having guns. The next day as the police arrived to take my dad’s report and the evidence from him, our neighbors were leaving their house, and both my father and the cop noticed the man limping and wincing in pain with each step. It seems he was going to the hospital over cuts on his leg and bottom that looked suspiciously like dog bites. When the cop confronted him, the fool actually tried to run on a bad leg and was arrested. The next day as the police arrived to take my dad’s report and the evidence from him, our neighbors were leaving their house, and both my father and the cop noticed the man limping and wincing in pain with each step. It seems he was going to the hospital over cuts on his leg and bottom that looked suspiciously like dog bites. When the cop confronted him, the fool actually tried to run on a bad leg and was arrested. I once was on an interview and the interviewer asked me if I was a get-shit-done guy. I said, yes, I�m a get shit done guy. In the moment, I didn�t think that it blew my chance for the job, because I was simply mirroring what the interviewer said. I later found out that they didn�t like the fact that I cursed in the interview, even though all three people that interviewed me cursed. I�m glad that that opportunity didn�t work out. If you don’t want to get married, don’t. If you only get married because you think you are supposed to then you will not be happy and the child will not be happy. You will stay in a miserable marriage or get divorced, which will then make you a single parent anyway; so if you want to adopt without a spouse, I say go for it. As a nanny, I would be very upset and feel extremely violated that you had installed a camera and had been watching me without my consent. It�s just unethical and disrespectful. If you don�t trust the person enough to have to set up a secret camera, hire someone else. I would personally quit if I found out you were watching me and not telling me. You need to tell as many trusted adults as you can, for your own safety and well-being. As far as guilty goes, well, maybe you can try to look at it this way. Family wouldn’t hurt of invade you. He is hurting and invading you, so maybe you shouldn’t see him as family. Don’t make a decision based on what someone else wants, don’t let them tell you to keep quiet. Be safe, be free, and please get out of this situation, for your own sake. I asked if she needed help and she told me to get bent. Which made me laugh anymore. She wakes up the next morning while I�m helping with meds and breakfast and she goes, �I had the strangest dream that an elephant made me pee the bed.� Then she takes a sip of her coffee and that�s that. She was a silly old lady who spoke her mind even though she was losing it. I loved working with her regardless of being called a slutty bitch every day. Tell a family member of theirs and let them handle it. Be very respectful, do not act like it’s gross. Chances are she’ll take it better if it’s from her mom rather than from you. Tell her that you are aware it isn’t your place to talk about it and you aren’t trying to make anything weird, you just want to help. Hopefully that family member will be cool about it. This could blow over very badly, but it could also go very well. It’s up to you if you want to take that chance. My Mother was sure I would regret divorcing my husband and trying to raise my 2 toddlers alone. She made it very difficult for me. She wouldn’t babysit or help me with anything. She told me many years later, that she thought if she made it hard for me I would go back where I belonged. As a young man I had gotten into my fair share of troubles. Though I am from a broken family, I only blame my own reactions to that life that ended me up on juvenile parole. I had gotten a job bussing tables at a well frequented business restaurant, in a good area of town. To this day I remain unaware of what exactly caused the restaurant manager to dislike me, we spoke only of work, and he even complimented my work effort and ethics. One Friday brunch he sat with a large party, and when they all left, I promptly bussed the tables and restored the seating in the area. Just before the end of my shift I was called into hugs office where he confronted me about an alleged missing tip, the he himself supposedly left. No money was on that table, I always made a point of telling the servers when there was money and would not clean near it until they took it. My legal situation would always work against me in these situations. I was fired, and upon returning home told my mother and the current stepfather. I voluntarily bought two seats because of my size. I had no problems at all until the last leg of my return flight. The snotty, arrogant gate agent called me up over the system and started to tell me that she was going to have to split. See how your spouse feels about this issue 1st! You should both be in agreement. I found in my own marriage that some situations are best if my spouse goes and approaches his own parents instead of me and visa versa. If you just say something sometimes it will be that you are causing problems and it can be a huge messy disagreement. Tell her thankyou but at this time we have too much stuff or that you are cutting down on things. What I usually do is tell them stuff that the kids or you two really need for christmas or something. Just talk together. Just say something like mom we have so much stuff right now. I am cleaning things and trying to make room for and then fill in the blank with what you need or kids need. Sometimes they want to help but WE never tell them exactly how to help so they just go out and buy anything. My own mother n law told me this before. So now we are more vocal and if they ask, we keep it short and sweet like the kids need clothes or stocking stuffers or stuff like that. See how your spouse feels about this issue 1st! You should both be in agreement. I found in my own marriage that some situations are best if my spouse goes and approaches his own parents instead of me and visa versa. If you just say something sometimes it will be that you are causing problems and it can be a huge messy disagreement. Tell her thankyou but at this time we have too much stuff or that you are cutting down on things. What I usually do is tell them stuff that the kids or you two really need for christmas or something. Just talk together. Just say something like mom we have so much stuff right now. I am cleaning things and trying to make room for and then fill in the blank with what you need or kids need. Sometimes they want to help but we never tell them exactly how to help so they just go out and buy anything. My own mother n law told me this before. So now we are more vocal and if they ask, we keep it short and sweet like the kids need clothes or stocking stuffers or stuff like that. saw my mom down there talking to their mom. It was true that I had gone in their backyard and turned that waterhose on. I only did that because they always came by our yard and did stuff to pick on us. My mom managed to convince their mom that it was not me who went back there. We had interracial dating and marriage. Our student body president, marching band drum major, sophomore class vice president were all black students. Every student was judged on their individual intelligence, personality and athleticism skin color never never entered into the selection. I think this might be one of my police academy classmates, Michael Smith. It�s a common enough name that it would be tough to trace it back to the person I�m describing. The weird first came out in the way he interacted with recruits sitting close to him in class. Our classroom was set up with folding tables and chairs, two people to a table. Every week, the academy staff would re-assign the seats, so you were sharing a table with a new guy every Monday. At random times during lectures, Smith would lean over and whisper to his tablemate. There were other anecdotes about Smith�s bizarre behavior. While mediating a domestic quarrel, he suggested that the participants burn some incense to facilitate getting past their petty differences. When assigned one night to the deadest, most remote patrol beat we had, he took advantage of the low call volume by driving to the state line and back all night, trying to put as many miles as possible (almost 300, as it turned out) on the patrol car. This might have escaped notice had he not been required to return to the station twice for more fuel. Our cars got only about 11 miles to the gallon with normal driving, and he was going as fast as he could manage. We were on probation for a year. The anniversary date got almost no fanfare except for those of us who were anxiously waiting for the day to come and go, when we had civil service protection and couldn�t be fired for any reason at all. I was on the evening shift at that time, and when we were done at midnight, we were off probation. I was congratulating some of my classmates at end of watch when I learned that Smith had been given the axe the previous day. There was no pivotal episode that caused him to be canned. It was the cumulative effects of all the other weird stuff he had done. You will find differences according to social classes, but in general, breakfast is not the most important meal and it is more and more often eaten outside the home. Now, after this is revealed, Michael doesn�t say a single word. So, there is no line of dialogue. But there doesn�t have to be. As she�s bursting in tears, the look he gives her with his eyes is so intensely filled with hatred that they speak. A line of dialogue here is unnecessary, because he speaks with his face. So, I had to go back to take care of her as my parents were leaving to hospital. My friends house and my house was 10 minutes far from each other. So, In hurry I left the party and started to walk on highway. The road of empty because of cold. There weren�t lots of houses too. As I was walking I heard a footstep. I was so afraid. I looked back and saw a guy following me. Then I started to run, he too started running. I was so scared that I couldn�t scream. While running I fell down because the road wasn�t good and it was dark too. As i fell down, the person following me was coming nearer and nearer so for my safety I picked a big stone which was lying near me. I couldn�t even get up because my leg was hurt. That guy came close to me I was going to hit him and suddenly asked why are you running? At that moment I realized he was my friends brother. Then I told him what i thought about him and we both laughed. However one day I came home to something that left me speechless and to this day, none of us are any closer to solving the mystery. Once I�d parked my car, it was necessary to pass through the indoor laundry room before one could his way into the rest of the house. As I entered my home through the garage door entrance I noticed an extremely large and heavy, perfectly intact bathroom mirror on the floor. It was precariously leaning against the washer, easily tipped over should anyone decide to open the door and come tearing through the house. However, not only did my mother claim to know nothing about it, neither of my sons or my stepdad did either. I started to get angry now! The thing was really heavy, where was I going to put it? Who would even take it off the wall? Why is this MY problem now? I checked all 4 bathrooms for a missing mirror and nothing was amiss. There was no remodeling or new construction projects going on around our street. Besides, how could someone just drop off a mirror inside my house without at least one person noticing it? My kids had just returned from school right before I had gotten home. My mother had the doors locked all day. We happened to be right across the Isolation aka contageous room. For 2 hours I listened behind our curtain of baby after baby crying and coughing with Whooping Cough. I lost count at 20. I found out later, our city had an epidemic of cases. It was by far the most devastating sound one can ever hear. Vacinate your babies Redditers. he real-time performance system my staffs and I developed in the manufacturing industry removes the personality issue out of management. Achieving the commitments of an organization is the result of the execution of hundreds, if not thousands of daily tasks. I describe the system briefly. I cleaned out my mother�s house two years ago when she had to be moved to dementia care. She was a hoarder. It took me weeks to find out she had carpeting under all the junk on her bedroom floor. Walking to our local register office to get our marriage licence we saw a pound note on the ground. As a pound note even then was not worth taking to the police, we picked it up and went on our way. We spent many a Saturday and Sunday at their home and they at ours. I was friends with their kids, but I was very young and had eventually forgotten all about them. They did not want me because of my family of origin. We were very poor and my mother was/is mentally ill. That was a weird kind of gut punch, to realize that they looked down on me for something that was far more personal than mere skin color. I could accept. Unless the vehicle is ill repaired, or has a report of structural damage on the CarFax. You should be fine. Just make sure to inspect the vehicle to make sure the damaged area is exactly how to should be. I cannot tell you how many times I�ve almost accidentally tripped over him; but it is for sure way over 100. He wants to be where I�m at all of the time, sometimes he gets overexcited and trips me, which causes me to nudge him with my foot. I let him walk away because he�s usually upset, and we go straight back to it in about an hour. Picture of Bobo for posterity. When my daughter was three years old her great-grandmother visited us and we were showing my grandmother the backyard. We had several fruit trees and the lawn was nice and green. We grew vegetables in a patch between the fence and a walkway and it was full of weeds. My grandmother laughed so much she almost fell down. She was 75 years old and always used a cane. Grandma laughed and told that story for the rest of her life. She was pointing ahead and I tried to look where she was looking at, and I did, but nothing was there. The odd thing is that she said it again and this time I heard footsteps. They were coming closer to the house. I started to panic and made my way inside the house. I slammed the door shut and everybody was still socializing while I was scared out of my mind. I had gotten really drunk one night. I hooked back up with an old drinking buddy on facebook, and drank most of a half gallon of Black Velvet going shot for shot with him on a video chat. When I went out for a smoke, I fell and broke my arm. In three places. There are not enough words to describe what I felt. I was at the doctors office with my daughter. The doctor, who is a kind and compassionate woman began to explain to me about her findings. Then she said that the biopsy was positive. I had breast cancer. At first I was incredulous. Then I lost consciousness and woke up by the smell of ammonia. Luckily I was sitting down. My daughter was at my side. She had this stoic look, but I am sure she was stunned too. Then I realized it was not a bad dream and I began to weep. When I got into the car I began to scream and cry. My poor daughter had to wait I calmed down. When we arrived home I began to cry again. I felt like a wounded animal. My son had his wedding during the summer. I did not tell anyone of my illness because I didn’t want to ruin his happiness. I could have won an Oscar pretending everything was fine. When a customer pulled up for a delivery two or three of us, more for a larger load, would take the product out, load it up, tie it down and have the customer sign the receipt slip. Then each person on the crew would sign it and turn it in. The foreman took all the day�s slips and had a clerk tally up the number of loads each person had done. The foreman posted the list. Lazy guy was number two for the day. Some busybody asked lazy guy how he did so much work but sat so much. He explained that he had plantar fasciitis, a very painful foot condition. If he didn�t sit often, he was unable to walk at all, but he loved to work. It made the day go by faster. No one ever complained again for as long as he worked there. when a guy came out of nowhere with a gun and asked for her wallet. She�s been taking Tai Chi for a couple of years now because it helps her stretch her muscles, when this guy came, she went full on Tai Chi on him, knocked him down, pulled his gun and casually called the police and went back to buying her groceries. She asked my ex to dinner while my husband was at work then attempted to get us together so she or someone could catch us. She had planned to leave the house so we could be caught. Let me see. Do you think she has forgotten them? How much do you like it when others remind you if your mistakes? Is that a thing that makes you feel good about yourself, motivated to change? Or would you rather be afforded the time and space to contemplate your mistakes on your own? Unless your daughter has a serious memory issue, I think it would be okay fir you to let it go. so I heard it around the house a lot. It wasn�t until adulthood that I realized it was about a single mother who turns to prostitution to support her children. We were about to arrive and 2 km before getting to my house we stopped at a gas station in the road to get some ice at the store. And I saw this small, skinny puppy, just sitting in the door of the store. I tried petting him but he was so afraid he would just lower his head almost to the floor. i was fired from my job because of a lie that was told. I loved working with kids and i was in management at the time and helping out on the playground one evening with another toddler class and having a ball outside. It was a great day. Then a few days later, it was brought to my attention that one of the teachers said that she saw me push a toddler off of a toy. I was floored! We asked the other teacher that i was outside with and she was floored too. She said that that never happened. i didn�t know what to say. I had had issues with the person before, lying and being deceitful and essential trying to get me fired but to say something like this. The parents contacted me and gave me so much support, they were so sad that i left also. A lot of them pulled their kids after i left also, which i told them wasn�t something i would want them to do. I still thought the preschool was great, even if there were some bad apples. Not a week after i left, they both applied for my job and both were denied. The one that wrote the letter quite almost immediately and tried contacting me to tell me that i had it all wrong and that she didn�t write a letter. I told her i read what she wrote and to stop contacting me. She continued to say she didn�t do anything, and that i read the letter wrong�. like i was some kind of idiot that didn�t know how to read. I have now answered this question in a few comments about why i wouldn�t go back so let me head everyone off. I didn�t fight it because, if you know Child care licensing, you would know that they stir the pot when they come into a center and try to find fault when there is a accusation. That is their job. I didn�t want to make a big deal out of it. Also, i wasn�t getting paid well and i didn�t have insurance at this job. I had planned on leaving for years but stayed because i loved the kids and saw how much the school needed me. It was a push to get me to try something else and I�m very happy now working with the non profit i work with now. My cousin was able to trace my sister years later, and it turns out that she ran off to become a flight attendant, most likely to get as far away as possible from our ridiculously dysfunctional family. So no gypsies or jewels or bells, but at least she was safe and alive. But in my head, even all these years later, I always see her with flowers in her hair instead of wings pinned to her lapel. That did happen to me. For what seemed to me to be a very long time; I would wake up in the middle of the night just certain I�d heard her barking at the door to come in. I�d go wake up my dad. The body is very wise; It responds against viruses, regulates only body temperature, constantly pumps blood, breathes thanks to the lungs, etc. This extremely wise body we have also sends us messages to help us keep our balance, in the form of cravings and anxiety about eating. Cravings and anxiety about eating can indicate many things; some as simple as hunger or thirst, but can also be a sign of a deeper one. If you follow a diet without enough nutrients, for example, you may want foods that counteract the lack of vitamins and minerals. But cravings and anxiety about eating can also indicate some emotional deficiency, and sometimes we use food to fill a void caused by lack of acceptance, pleasure, support or love; other times we swallow food because it is what we do with words, or we don’t know how to stop eating because we are not putting limits on other aspects of life. Please please find your animals new homes. It is beyond wrong and disgusting for them to hurt innocent, helpless creatures. Please ask family, friends, or a no kill shelter to help you. After you find your animals new, wonderful homes, find yourself one too. You sound like a loving person who shouldn�t be near abusive people. But i learned because they wanted the drama and attacking to happen over finding the real solution to problem. I have cousin who is my age. Since we were kids, he�s always been a good friend. We always looked forward to seeing each other. He later married a woman the family didn�t like. I supported them in every way I knew, even causing the rest of the family to be upset with me. I was always warm and friendly to his wife when no one else would speak to her. When I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, my family went above and beyond. All my aunts and uncles came to see me, to help in any way. Once I started using a hot sauce rated at 1,000,000 Scoville units. That�s my upper limit, and far , far, too hot for most people. I made sure I ate a sandwich slathered with it while witnesses were around so no one could accuse me of intentionally causing harm. Nobody ever stole my lunch at that place again. The reaction was not exactly what I was expecting though. I was called into human resources and told I was going to be fired for my actions. I could have really made the woman who complained sick. It was a disgusting thing to do and I was no longer welcome. The reaction was not exactly what I was expecting though. I was called into human resources and told I was going to be fired for my actions. I could have really made the woman who complained sick. It was a disgusting thing to do and I was no longer welcome. One of my best friends was dying of cancer. I was in California and she was in Florida. I was flying out to see her but she died the day before I was supposed to leave. I got a message that she died from her cousin that morning. She had a great sense of humor and we had an inside joke about penguins. We sent each other penguin pictures all the time. The morning she died, I woke up with terrible pain in my tooth. I called in sick to work and went to the dentist. They took me into the exam room and there was a huge photo of penguins on the wall. I burst into tears and they thought I was afraid of the dental exam. I told them that my friend passed away that morning and that we had an inside joke about penguins. This idea has been played with more than once; Doom, when it comes down to it, is one of the most dangerous antagonists in either company�s lineup. As a true renaissance genius, he�s a mental match for almost any character in either universe, and more importantly, he�s not limited to one area of study. The gentleman who robbed the bank branch. When the police arrived and started to ask for a description my friend handed them his address. He was a customer who she recognized and knew his name. She had a mentally disturbed boy in her middle school Special Ed class who thought he was a leopard. I mean, he really thought he was a leopard. He would hiss and growl in class, and when the students went out to recess, he would run on all fours like a leopard, and he was actually pretty fast. My wife said he was really scary.

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