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DC did too.

I don’t know. I googled it because it was easier than digging everything out just to take a picture.

Then the formatting will be the most annoying part! I had to have a friend help with the cover because my visual art skills are crap, but otherwise it was fairly simple to get everything done. I never made much money, but it was more about the sense of accomplishment. If your friend is really pushing it and doing his own marketing he might be able to do well locally. You buy all your own copies at cost and then re-sell them for profit.

I will try to make it home in time to play among us.

It always makes me laugh when people blame video games for violence, because I'm over here planting flowers and listening to calming music in Animal Crossing.

You've never played Monopoly, I see.

I have to cover my eyes and ears about that or I’ll go crazy, and keep them from the kids as much as possible. But I can’t see the local officials making that stand, they either don’t care or they know they’d have to lose too many employees.

Adding on, I’m my sisters primary babysitter because she’s a hospital employee (X-Ray), and so many people are out because they’re sick that she has at least 12 hours of OT a week, with very little notice. She said one of their respiratory therapists committed suicide because he couldn’t handle the stress anymore.

Sometimes I’m ashamed of my state.

I expect it'll be an amazing day, since I'll get to gorge myself on Indian Tacos, watch a Pow-wow, make money, and network for similar craft shows. I'm been looking forward to this since the beginning of the summer.

I’m not voting this time, because I won’t be there. I’ll be at the festival until late then I have an hours drive home. I’ll check in if I can, but I’ll be working all day.

It's pretty good on top of meatloaf before it goes into the oven.

You might not want the kind of wife that attracts.

I was in college, but had no classes that day. I woke up that morning around 8, and I was going to see @darkchylde28that morning. On the way over, I couldn't find any music on the radio, just the news on every station about a plane that had hit the WTC. The trip to his house was fairly short, so I didn't get that much info, but what I got was indicative of a small plane, probably an accident. I thought, oh, that's sad, and turned the radio off. I got to his house, came in, and sat down to wait on him to get ready (for whatever we were going to do, which we never did.). Before I was there for a full 2 minutes my mom called me on my cell (one of those Nokia bricks), and said "TURN ON THE NEWS!" We turned it on just in time to see the second plan hit, which I think based on the time was probably a replay. We watched for a while in shock. I left a little later, I couldn't hang out at his house for long because his mother smoked like a chimney and I got sick if I spent too much time there. So I went to my mom's house (my parents were in the middle of a very bad divorce) and watched the coverage, and cross stitched to calm myself down. I still have the Christmas tree ornament I made that day. It's an angel cat with a toy mouse in it's mouth. I dated it, 9-11-01. I figure it'll be a family heirloom someday. The next day, I went back to classes. I was a Criminal Justice Major, I wanted to be a cop like my dad. My first class that morning was Police Issues in America. I remember the professor (and the class) was great, but his lecture was obviously not what he'd planned. Instead we talked about PTSD. He gave us a timeline. He said "In five years, you'll see the survivors will be suffering from these symptoms, and in ten years they'll have these symptoms." He walked us through the timeline for what the survivors (police and otherwise) were going to go through for the rest of their lives, which might be ruined by PTSD, survivors guilt, and serious mental health issues. It was almost as traumatizing as watching the towers fall, my eyes were opened and I recognized all the habits and PTSD symptoms of my dad (remember the divorce was happening) and all his friends in the lecture. I thought "I can't do this. I can't do this to my future husband and children." I spent the rest of the semester lost, unable to find something else to do with my life, but knowing that I couldn't do that. So that's how 9/11 changed my life.

Once, my husband woke me up with his snoring. I was irritated because I was sick and hadn't gotten to sleep until late. Then I woke up enough to realize he'd been at work hours ago, and the snoring that woke me up was my own.

I don't know what you're talking about, I'm a sweet as pie.

I was confused at first, too, but I think you can pick it up pretty quickly once you're in the thick of it. Basically the town has to vote the werewolves off during the day (but they don't' know who the wolves are), and the wolves will kill a townie each night. The town wins when the wolves are gone, the wolves win when they kill enough townies to equal their population.

I promise you, it's totally worth getting up early.

I saw a video on this, Ask a Mortician on You-Tube!

Ok, So I did a bit of Googling, and I think it was Survivor's guitarist at the time Frankie Sullivan. But either way, it was a good concert.

So, when I was in high school, way back in 1997, I belonged to a group called "Explorers", which was basically Boy Scout Cops. I joined to spent more time with my dad, and for a while figured I end up doing this for life, but didn't (which is a story for another time). But one of the perks was that they used us as Rent-a-Cops for events. One of those events was a concert for Starship and Survivor. So I got to see both of those bands in concert from the front row, because I was in uniform, keeping the crowd from jumping on stage. Survivor opened, and they were ok. They did a lot of jazzy stuff I don't think was ever on the radio, and wrapped up with Eye of the Tiger. Then after a very short break, Starship came on and played most of their old hits, minus the ones they needed for Grace Slick. About midway through the concert, I realized that the guitarist was the same lead guitarist for Survivor. I don't know which band he actually belonged to, if he was filling in for someone or what... But I nudged my partner (whose name was literally, actually, on his birth certificate Junior, welcome to the South), and said "Hey, isn't that the same guy who played for the first band?" And he must've been a hell of a lip reader, because he took a second to make eye contact with me, take his hand off his guitar, point at me, and nod. And I've had questions ever since.

I only ever played Pokémon Go, and sometimes listened to the Alona series because my son was watching. But the basic rules of the game won’t change because of the theme, right?

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You have to segregate them, or they'll cause the rest of your collection to lose value. /s