They've got their own international "Brady Bunch," going now. Hey, I say, "more power to ya," if you want or have more than two children. They both have the means to provide a good home for six children (or more), and it seems as though they are both devoted. The kids are seen everywhere with them.
I'm American, and I my sister and I make fun of people who say, "speak our language or get out!" I find it so unbelievably stupid for someone who comes from a country chock full of diversity to expect conformity. It's ridiculous.
That being said, I speak English, and unfortunately, very poor Spanish. I am trying to learn the language all over again, and hope to learn many others.
My salary is based on commission, and the place I work gets a lot of Spanish-speaking customers, so I would most definitely make more money.
But sometimes they can't seek help. Sometimes YOU have to make an effort to help them. Then they make the choice. "You can lead a horse to water..." and all that jazz, you know what I mean.
Dude, I know your pain. I've been there myself. You really can't help but hate the person that knocks down your door at 3 in the morning high as a kite and begging you to get the "rats" off them. I've had family members hooked on drugs steal jewlery and beg for money, only to brag about how stupid my father was to lend such a large about to them right outside the front door. And you can't help but feel so angry and hurt that even looking at them makes you sick. And you hate everyone like them because you think they're all the same. So every junkie you see makes you bristle with something like a violent rage.
But you can't hold on to this rage, this hatred. I find there's no point. And the family members are all clean now, with the help of family, friends, and a little forgiveness.
And I feel sorry for the person I see on the corner, who is so high that they can't stand up straight, because I know that rock bottom is a really lonely place, and the fall must've been really long and hard. And if someone tried to help, instead of severing ties with hatred or anger or judgment, maybe that person wouldn't be on that corner.
I think I'm lactose intolerant. I have all the symptoms of someone who is lactose intolerant. But I love cheese! And not just American cheese. I am a lover of all cheeses (except cottage because that's just gross) I refuse to give it up!
I will not live a life free of dairy. I won't! I won't do it! Consequences be damned.
I know, and I realized the irony of my own statement right after I posted it...which sucks because it blew the wind right outta my sails. But, ah well...we live and we learn.
I don't want to sound mean, but I find it hystierically ironic that you didn't capitalize the word, "English," while you ranted about the lack of proper grammar and spelling.
RE: What are some of the replics or scenes from movies u can never forget?
Oh sweet Jesus, the poo-eating scene in "Pink Flamingos."There are quite a few "memorable" scenes in that freak show of a movie, but that takes the cake.
Gotta love Divine.