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Moonbaton is a progressive suburb of Boston, often called a little piece of Californicate back East. The Smith's darling and talented twin girls (two X chromosomes, female breast buds, ovaries, womb and all), are increasingly stressed out. Seems as though one, captain of her girls' Grecoroman wrestling team, was pinned in ten seconds by a much stronger opponent, biologically a male, but now trans. The school board and town council, Fake Indian voters all, approved the whole deal, and this same "it" student has exposed itself, repeatedly, to both young ladies, in the now "all gender", former girls', room. More normal citizen action to town officials falls on covered ears. The Police chief, a tiny negro gay lady, was recently Peter Priciple promoted, and now does only desk work, after having her arse-and side arm- both handed to her, by a male perp she was trying to cuff, after he allegedly robbed an elderly lady of her pocket book. He was also prototrans and homeless, and needle drugging and peeing/pooping on the formerly tidy streets of idyllic little Moonbaton, Mass. But well protected in this sanctuary town, based on his illegal criminal entry here from sunny El Salvador. There's a sign over the entrance to the town hall, boldly proclaiming, "IT'S YOUR GIRLS, MRS. SMITH". Stay tuned, folks, it's all coming to your town soon. Vote Bernie, Biden or Warren. Trump is a monster.

Yesterday, I got off my shift after being on the clock for 22 hours dealing with the load I was given. I had waited up for 7 hours expecting the driver the day before on the driver who couldn't do his own job.

When he pulled up in the truck stop I was in, he parked in the middle of the aisle and blocked everyone's way around him just so he could come to my truck and start yapping about how much he despises a whole slew of other drivers and spouting off about what he thinks about them.

For an entire 30 minutes he complained about it. The entire time I kept getting dirty looks from drivers because he was blocking traffic. I finally got sick of it and told him if all he wants is to talk then park the trailer in an actual spot and I'll be more than happy to jabber on about what's going on in his mind.

He looked around and tried telling me there were no spots and this that and the other. I looked in my mirror and told him there's 12 spots on the row behind me and to park it or drive it but I don't have any time for ignorance. The look of hurt he gave me was just pathetic.

I realized that when he started walking to his truck that, he doesn't know how to back a trailer in uncomfortable places. He took off and I waited another 30 minutes to go find him, not parked, but sitting in the middle of the back row blocking everyone from parking their trucks and trailers because how dare anyone want to rest before he does. I just walked up to him and said I'll be back in a few. He started gobbling on about how much he's going to knock out all these drivers in the back lot. I looked around and looked back at this guy and said good luck.

I go all the way to the store to deal with personal issues and buy some drinks to have for the trip. I go back to where he was and he was parked. I will give him that. He starts this whole jabbering about degrading the rest of the world and how he's such a great driver, and let's it slip quite a few times about his hitting things with his truck and for being a driver for a whole three years at this company and that he's the greatest thing ever.

I'm still waiting on him to get around to what needs to be addressed and finally tell him I need the paperwork and to know what time it's supposed to be at the warehouse. He hands me the paperwork and I see it's a frozen meat load and on the paperwork it specifically states in clear bolded writing that it's a 4 am delivery and there's a 1000 dollar fine for late delivery.

He tries going on about politics now and I tell him to get in his truck and go get his empty trailer and go to bed. He gets all upity, but does so. I back up to the loaded trailer and almost instantly I'm approached by several driver's whom he started a fight with.

Apparently he hit a few vehicles with his truck and they couldn't get his truck number. So I decided to do the only thing I could think of. Tell the truth. I let them know I've dealt with his inability to do his job on a number of occasions when I was last working for this company. And I wrote down his info and gave it to each driver who said he hit their equipment. Well one driver started telling me about alot of very prejudiced things said by this guy and I found myself apologizing for the incompetence of him.

I hook my truck to the trailer and do my safety checks and looked at the scratches all over an almost brand new trailer and take pictures and send them to the companies breakdown Dept because I refuse to pay for damages that didn't come from me.

I get going down the highway and get to where I need to be 500 miles down the road with minutes to spare because I did a few things to make up the time that I am not proud of, but I did what needed to be done so I wouldn't be stuck with his late fee.

I absolutely one hundred percent, believe that when I get to my final destination in life, I'll finally be late. But until then, I'm sorry for the world's best attempts to slow me down. And hurt me. Peace to all

I had my DNA done by 23andMe and the results came as a surprise. I am 46.2% British & Irish, 15.8% French & German, and 18.7% Ashkenazi Jewish.

I have found my Maternal birth family but still have no idea who my birth father is or who his family might be. This is why I am searching.

So according to the results, I better get sized for a skull cap.

It’s December already. No family or friends nearby. Weird feeling

For those who sent prayers for my son for his successful scholarship Examination. THANK YOU ALL
Though the result is not released yet.
Except math which since his young age, it's never been his favourite subject, other than that, he got no worries, though an exam is an exam, until the result be released that's the time I could say he made it. Again thank you guys... ::teddybear:

I normally don't say much about anyone in my rl here or anywhere online but this is a funny memory I got of my father that I think is fine to share.

Every Friday after supper, me and 3 other buddies would always end up at the house having a smoke figuring out our plans for the night. When we knew what we were doing, we leave my room and on the way out, one of them nudge me and say "ask him, ask him". We would find dad sitting at the table with his cup of tea and I would say "dad, armwrestle". I sit to the table, we lock our hands. One of the b'ys would then stand to my side and put both his hands behind mine, the 2nd and 3'd buddy would follow (we were fairly big boys for our age).

I would say "3, 2, 1, go", and on go, me and the b'ys would put 120% of whatever strength we had in our bodies and push like bastards against dad and dad would just sit there holding us at bay, no change in his face, no effort in his face what so ever. We would be huffing puffing, red in the face screaming working like slaves and it would start to go in our favor a bit, we thought "omg, maybe he is tired or something, we may win this evening". We would grunt and roar and get a little more on him. We were feeling pretty fking good and we slave and slave on him then next thing we know, dad would push back and the four of us was slung across the kitchen into the walls against the fridge and stove and we seeing stars.

Dad was a scary insanely strong man who I watched do things that humans should not be able to do strength wise. He never showed off, didn't believe in it, but he would always let us try to arm wrestle with him, it amused him and no matter how many times we did it, there was just no way to prepare for it when he pushed back on us and we go flying. It gave him some amusement for the evening and amazed the hell out of us. We go to the party then telling everyone about the umteen armwrestle we had with him and how it was the same result again lol.

I've had a few episodes helping my nephew moving his family to California. I'm pushing the issue to have them out of the rented house by the end of this month so they don't incur more expense. Currently, they are in a hotel (in California) awaiting a deal on an apartment next month.
I found a 5th TV around the corner of the master bedroom loft that no one told us about. The only reason for that was my search for the internet router. Sheesh. The container is filled, so it's got to go in the back seat of the car they will have transported. Any other things we can stuff in the car should happen tomorrow. I'm waiting to hear when the car will be moved. If they can't get the carrier in time, I've got to move it to a guest spot at my condo or (preferred) the back parking warehouse of my office.
Tomorrow, I'm returning the TV and internet equipment then meeting one of the local donation services to take any/all of the things in the garage. Tables, (ugly) art work, lamps, broken bicycle, plastic bins and children's toys.

The one really negative that stands out is the smell of the place.
Nearly every room had a 'Plug-in' scented device. The few times I was there, scented candles were burning in a house with 2 cats, I deemed the place toxic. I mentioned about the Plug-ins being an irritant and not a good idea for 2 young children. That warning didn't faze them at all. Because my sinuses swelled within a few minutes, my visits were always short.

On the pile of 'give away' was a small carpet mat that I though would be good in my home office. Thought... I couldn't stand the smell and moved it to my back porch. The next stop will be the dumpster. I'm planning a yard sale at my house in Miami and put a toaster with a few other things in the back of my car for this weekend. The chemical perfume smell is so strong that I have to open the window and get fresh air into the car!

I'll be happy when this is over...

15 years ago this week I was found by my maternal birth family. The reunion has been great and the friendship is growing every day. There was still a gap though as the identity of my birth Father has been a mystery.....

......Until now !

Through 23&Me I discovered and connected with a second cousin whose maternal Grandfather is my birth Father's Brother. Her Grandfather's DNA is on Ancestry so to nail down the mystery I joined Ancestry today and ordered a DNA kit.

I shall know the truth soon and hopefully be accepted by my yet unknown how many new siblings.

I'm winding down on the 'shopping list' of final documents needed before the closing date. One important paper gets me a reduced rate on the mandatory insurance for the structure (and contents) is called a Wind Mitigation Report.

The home inspector I hired 3 weeks ago is licensed to make the report and he sent over a copy last night that I forwarded to some insurance companies who are preparing quotes. That report along with photos shows the structure and condition of the roof from the inside. It's all done to building code and shows no signs of leaks.

Chasing around to a few people will be in my life now, I asked the company who handles the Home Owners Association (HOA) if they have a welcome wagon and will walk me through some important things... like mailbox, location of trash bins, ID badges for entry and most importantly, if there is a preferred list of licensed companies like plumber, electrician and air conditioning technicians.

The first thing on my list is to replace one of the toilets and I cannot risk an unlicensed handyman to do the work, especially since I'm on the 2nd floor!

They haven't replied about the welcome wagon request. Perhaps one doesn't exist. logically speaking with 300-400 residents in this community, they've got to have some orientation - start package I can review BEFORE I arrive. I know 40' long furniture moving trailers are banned entry and the small amount of things I'm moving can be done in a standard van.
Yeah... moving furniture, I'm not looking forward to that part!

If you loves your furry friend the bottom of there mouths and the hairs along its mouth lips carry alot of germs which you should clean after each meal more so if they are fed canned food and meats, dry foods are safer of course a mild soap and water on a sponge does wonders for there happiness as a reminder a crying sounds from canines doesnt mean they just want to go outside they feel pain headaches body achs etc etc
And in times of like today a small effort to ease ones stress.