I have really begun to respect the Nasty page. They seem to really care about the kids and are posting things to bring to light what kind of people the Nauglers are, I saw references about what it takes to become a foster parent and such. So maybe it started out with snark, but something good has come from it. Hopefully the court will make wise decisions for the children.

I also have three sons and a husband. We have always lived rurally. The only time one of them has ever peed outside is when my youngest was 3 or 4 and couldn't get in the house after church one day. i was so embarrassed. Instead of going around to the back yard, he went right on a tree in the front yard. That faced the church parking lot!! Not normal for us and I would be offended if guest used my yard as a toilet.

Our experiences are very different, CrispyBiscuit. At least 2-3 per week, we receive mail for someone else and/or we receive a piece of mail that has "delivered to wrong address" written on it. Our mail delivery person has even stopped me when I was getting something out of my mail box to make sure it was mine!! When we get a package that she cannot cram into the mailbox, she does not even knock on the door, just sets it on the steps. If we don't hear her pull into the yard, it could sit out all day before anyone notices. We have had packages not get where they were supposed to be, packages that came to us opened/crushed/damaged. It does not matter which post office you go to in our county, it is consistently slow service. They are often on the rude side, as well. So, I use Fed-Ed or UPS if at all possible. There is a shipping store I can go to and get better service and more piece of mind when shipping packages. I pay all bills online, so I don't have a lot of mail that I have to send.

Yes, terribly. Purple ones (which I like better) affect me more than white or yellow ones. I have tried the water trick, but to no avail.

My husband made fun of me for a long time about how to say it. We looked it up on dictionary.com and used the voice. I was able to say HA- IN YOUR FACE! control myself like a grown-up. The real question is, why do you people let it go bad? We go through several bottles a year. Grilled meats, baked potatoes, marinades, sometimes burgers, that stuff is GOOD.

(also one of my favorites at Christmas)

On the one hand, I hate to see the death of Top Gear. My guys all love it. On the other hand, no one should have to work with someone that might turn violent at any time. Some articles have mentioned the producer had to go to the hospital for stitches. Yes, a hot meal would have been better to serve people that have worked all day, but is it really worth fighting? Could the hosts not have left the hotel and gone to a restaurant?

Light Porcelain in Stay Matte by Rimmel is what I have found that works for my paleness. It is a little thick, but at least it matches my pastiness. :-)

There is a street in my town named Damien Drive. There was a house for sale on it for at lease two years. I never even thought about looking at it.

I have been having issues with Yahoo, as well. I though my computer was just acting up, but maybe not. I am on Firefox.

Here cornmeal breading would be deep fried.

We saw a can of those. They looked like just ordinary green peas.

I was going to post this, too. Here, if someone just says BBQ, I assume pulled pork (occasionally beef cooked the same way) with BBQ sauce on it. if they say they are having a BBQ, I assume they are not from around here and are grilling food. BTW, I HATE the fact that white sauce was chosen to represent my state. That stuff is gross. :ack2:

I would be catfish here, I think. Deep South, US.

Virtual Office VA Staffing is the company I work for. It is legitimate. You can choose your own hours, each client has specific goals for you to meet. If you meet it within 1-2 days or 6 days, it does not matter.

I think Amazon is frustrating. The bad images on covers, the way things are not well organized, everything. I am another one that uses profiles on Netflix. That way, the adults can watch whatever and the kids are just seeing what is based on their own preferences.

Usually at my house, I get most upset over the pee that is STILL on the outside of the toilet. But then, I have never had to deal with toilet brush in sink. ICK!!

Thanks!!!

My middle son (14yo, 8th grade) wrote the following story. I think it is really, extraordinarily good, but then, I am mom. Sometimes I wonder if my mommy pride sees things as better then they really are. Thanks in advance!! As a historian and a literature buff, I could appreciate the irony of being one of the few people able to both describe a dystopian future (a concept much ignored by modern "teaching") and to pinpoint the moment in which society took a turn down that forbidden valley. Time travel had been a boon to society at first. It would take a scientist to explain why paradoxes are an impossibility, but needless to say all sorts of new technologies and trade opportunities propped up almost overnight. Were you suffering from an incurable illness? Pop into 100,000 AD and check if it had been cured (it had. All diseases were by 40,000 AD). Did you want to try original Roman cuisine? If you played your cards right, you might even dine with Caesar himself! There were limitations, of course. Paradoxes couldn't be created, which meant that any actions that would create one just... didn't happen. One of the first government-sanctioned time travel missions was, as one would expect, a commando team sent to kill Hitler. They spared no expense, weapon, item or trinket and yet they failed every time. Twenty-two doves flew right across the path of twenty-two sniper bullets at the worst possible time. Two bombs blew up minutes after the Fuhrer had vacated the premises. Poisoned darts failed to inject their venom and even poetic justice-inspired toxic gases were diffused by unfortunate winds. Despite the limitations, it was as close to Utopia as mankind had ever been. Trans-temporal scientific collaboration increased our research output to dizzying levels. True communism sprang out all over the world, as limited resources were a thing of the past. The only limit to our power was our personal ambition. This is why I had always been seen as a bit of an oddity. In a world of genetically enhanced super-athletes, models and geniuses, I was merely a historian and a book lover. Certainly, I had an optic nerve implant that allowed me to read at previously inhuman speeds, a language converter and a dexterity modification that allowed me to write as fast as I could formulate the thoughts themselves. Mine is a hedonistic society, and so unpleasant tasks are relegated to machines. Policing had become one of such robotic fields. When the "Future Transgressions" law had been enacted, no one batted an eyelash. After all, if one could prevent law violations before they happened (and given that, if preventable, it meant that the resulting actions were non-paradoxical), why not save every victim their pain? It was rather disconcerting then, when a police officer let himself into my apartment and woke me from sleep. "I am sorry Sir, but you will have to come with me. You have been convicted of future attempts to destabilize society and create mayhem. I must warn you I am trans-temporally linked to myself in the future, any attempts at escaping will be foiled" Of course, I still tried. I failed. It turned out that my Treatise on Dystopia, a scholarly work that went mostly unnoticed by my peers, was at the core of a future revolution. I would, allegedly, become a martyr of the cause and the government could not let me become one. So I was to be removed. Robots were, of course, created with certain hard-coded laws they must respect. They cannot willingly harm a human being, unless actively protecting the well-being of another human. This meant they could neither execute me nor lock me up forever (which their silicon brains had long since established was a form of torture). What we should have expected was that they would find a way around their limitations. Time travel. That was the answer to all of our modern concerns. I was to be sent back to a barely historical time, in the middle of a mostly deserted land. I would be sent to die, but the machines would not be pulling the proverbial trigger. Somehow this got around their coded limitations. I woke up on the ground, to the sound of hooves and laughter. A small group of men, no more than ten of them, approached me. They had all the swagger of successful athletes, but carried contraptions that resembled the drawings of bows and arrows I had seen in one of my textbooks. How primitive. My language chip kicked into action and translated their words into clear, modern English. "Who goes there?" asked the biggest of them. I couldn't answer, the whole situation rendered me speechless "Have you got no tongue?" asked the man. His face reminded me of someone I had read about. With little to lose, I decided to name drop. "I am here to see Genghis Khan. It is crucial that I talk to him" My lips moved in unusual ways, even if the voice I heard spoke in plain English "Great Khan? Am I not great enough for you? There is no greater Khan than I, you fool!" I had miscalculated, it was earlier than I thought, but my knowledge of the time was limited at best. The man nodded to one of his lackeys, who raised his bow. With a flourish, he strung a bow and fired it at my chest. My dexterous fingers were able to grab the shaft from mid-air, but I was no hyper-enhanced athlete. If three of them shot at once, I would've been in dire straits to grab the third arrow. It was just a matter of time. Much to my surprise, the whole party dismounted. They looked at me with expressions I could not decipher. It wasn't until the tall man bowed that I understood their intentions. After all, they had never seen an enhanced human, even one as pathetically enhanced as myself. They named me "The Great One", or Genghis in their tongue. Given our first meeting, I think it was a joke by Subutai, but the others took it seriously. My accuracy with the bow, an unexpected side-effect, was worshipped by these war-like men. I climbed their societal rungs quickly, and truly became their greatest Khan. It was my turn to rule, and I was ready to shake-up the world and mold it to my semblance. I would leave a mark that even the Police of my time would find hard to ignore.

We live in a very rural area. Our electricity goes off almost every time it storms. Sometimes it is off only a short time, other times, much longer. We would lose way more money than we could afford to throw away if we bought a large amount of meat and had to throw it out.

Ew. It would never even cross my mind to reuse someone's already used dish/utensil. If we have dessert I don't use the same plate for it that I used for my meal.

I got underwear as a gift once as a teen. I was mortified. So no, not here. We do socks as a gift every year. not sure why. We just do. Sometimes silly sock, sometimes plain ones. But no underwear. If someone specifically asked for it, I would. My husband has given me lingerie for Christmas, but not wrapped and in front of people.

We have been tested for flu and it came back negative. I am on my second week of missing almost a full week of work. My kids and husband are all sickly, too. I had been excited abut Christmas, but not any more. I just want to be well enough to not cough every few minutes.

We like pranks at Christmas. We gave our youth group red and green m&ms with a note about it being "elf poo" one year. This year, we bought my husband a teeny-tiny stocking. We are going to put coal candy in it. (he is also going to get a real stocking with good stuff in it, but he does not know that) We have wrapped my sister's gifts with industrial shrink wrap, used duct tape, etc... Normally, we put fake names on all the boys' gifts. The last few years, on Christmas morning, instead of telling them whose is whose, we have let them pick which person they think they are. This year, there are no tags on their gifts. They are just going to pick one and open it. After the last present is opened, they can switch as needed.

My mother was that way. They had very little money, but would buy new things, go on vacations, etc, trying to look to the outside that things weren't bad. Meanwhile, they would eat Spam and Ramen noodles when nobody was looking. My family buys clothes from clearance sections or thrift stores, we rarely go out to eat, almost never go on vacations, but we are more stable in our day-to-day lives. We don't care if someone else thinks we are poor, we are not going to spend above our means. My mother even used to try to out-do my in-laws with Christmas and birthday presents for my kids. it took several years for her to realize that they weren't getting huge things from the other grandparents. I have seen others who do the same. Pretend to the world that they are comfortable, while in reality, they are struggling.