Here in the Midwest we even have some combined Long John Silver and Taco Bell restaurants. You can go through the drive-thru and order off of both menus. They've been slowly disappearing but for a while they were all over the place.
Duranie
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Chicken planks, fries, hush puppies, and an obscene amount of tartar sauce to dip everything into. And the crunchy little batter bits? Absolute gold.
God I could go for some right now.
I'd imagine Sprite being more refreshing rushing through my sinuses.
I loved the movement years ago to shop male nipples over female nipples and post the end results. I mean, letter on the law and stuff, right?
Crematoriums hate this one trick!
Should I be calling it a foot speculum or heel speculum? Which sounds worse?
Achilles speculum? Tarsal speculum?
This one took me a moment. At first glance I thought this was posted under work reform lol. I got really curious.
Following those lines, I recently received some money from an aunt who passed away in January. It's possible that I could straight up pay for the repairs, but I sure as hell don't want to tell someone that before they give me a number!
Most of the companies I've had contact with start talking about claim numbers before they even come out. Of the ones that actually came out and looked at the roof, they wanted claim numbers "to talk it out with the insurance company" and then they'll get back to me with what it would cost once they get it sorted out. It's just so frustrating.
My current problem is that I have a big job that I still can't even get done.
I need a roof, as in I have an extremely old house with a very old worn roof that has actually developed a whole rotted into part of it. If I can get a roofing company to come out to do an estimate, they won't even talk numbers with me unless I tell them I'll file an insurance claim as storm damage and they'll work with the insurance company. This isn't storm damage. This is me not having money for too many years to get the job done when it should have been done, and now my roof is fucked, and I'm getting a run around by the people to replace it.
A few years back my 19 yo American son had a great experience working the summer as a camp counselor here in the states. It is a religious camp (not that my son is that religion) that draws in campers from the states and Europe. Many of those campers as they get older come back as counselors. They get the appropriate visas, make money working the camp for 8 weeks, then take the few weeks after camp before they have to leave and blow that money on traveling the States and their trip home. It was an incredible experience and inspired my son to bust his ass, save money, and a few years later took a self funded trip to Europe where he couch surfed these homes of the friends he made.
I think about those kids this year. There's no way I'd risk traveling back to this shit hole country if I were them.
I work in hospice, everyone's journey is different. As you hear things (some people share stories intending to be well meaning) try to let it slide off. Focus on your families and your needs, and know that there are resources available for assistance and support (social workers, spiritual needs, etc.)