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Happy Pill
I'm sorry to tell you there is not any kind of pill, or drink, or supplement that can teach you how to let go of fear. In my case, I invented a battle cry for myself, which helps a great deal when I'm feeling anxious, I say to myself "Let go of your fear baby, you are a uterus, and you are already fu*ked." When I say that, I know, I have nothing to lose and I can continue to plug away.— May 5, 2011 12:46 p.m.
Running Wild in La Mesa
Rear ended by a van. The scooter died protecting me from being squished. I was however, squashed onto the pavement.— May 5, 2011 12:29 p.m.
Where were you when????
I remember watching the funeral of JFK and not comprehending what I was seeing, as I was in my own personal hell at the time. The morning of 9/11 I was watching the first plane fly into the WTC on the television at my employers house. I thought how interesting that the 9/11 attack came on the anniversary of my first marriage to an American Airlines Captain. I wondered if he was flying one of those planes. When Bin Laden was shot. I didn't feel much of anything except as the story of the raid unfolded and Bin Ladens proximity to the Pakistani Military Academy came to light, I am filled with more questions than I have adequate answers.— May 5, 2011 10:48 a.m.
Back to the Basics, Wilderness Survival
I was hoping you would mention the solar still.Good read and thanks for the refresher course in survival.— May 5, 2011 9:06 a.m.
Taggers Arrested After Posting Graffiti Photos on Facebook
Let that be a lesson. Big Brother is watching.— May 5, 2011 8:58 a.m.
Earth Day 2011 or How I learned to love the IRS
Yeah and she's radical man.— May 3, 2011 10:45 a.m.
Bicyclist Steers Duck Family to Safety
Oh my God, I am that duck. Who is waiting for my warm corpse as I become roadkill?— April 28, 2011 8:24 p.m.
Bicyclist Steers Duck Family to Safety
I must clarify, I stopped the second time and actually pulled over. The female duck was quite vivid in her coloration and I thought she got nailed. I was going to take her warm corpse to a taxidermist and have her stuffed.— April 28, 2011 8:19 p.m.
Arraignment of Motorist Accused of Killing Bicyclist James Swarzman
Sounds like you have keyword envy.— April 28, 2011 7:31 p.m.
Bicyclist Steers Duck Family to Safety
This man is my hero. 28yrs ago, I lived in Louisville, Ky. I went to the park everyday to practice my golf swing. My husband was a golf fanatic and I am a tomboy, enough said. I remember leaving the park and stopping my Suburban so a mother duck and her babies could cross the street. Suddenly, a Chevy Muscle car, driven by a long haired, wild eyed Redneck came barrelling over the rise in the road. Instead of stopping, he accelerated and tried to mow down as many ducks as he could. The mother duck had enough time to warn her babes and they all scurried out of the way. I was livid. I stopped, I watched the flock reassemble itself, I couldn't believe they survived.— April 28, 2011 5:38 p.m.