#knowing that if covid hadn't happened i could have made different choices makes me so bitter

[yukinyaminyato]

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[matan4il]

I think Oliver's recent SM habits are worrying "Taylor fans" because they seem to be getting way more salty. And honestly if you ship B&T good for you, I have no interest in fighting. But my thing is you got your ILY moment and B&T are canon, so why are you threatened. I honestly think it's because B&T have zero iconic monents to hang your hat on even though Oliver is the most amazing chaotic emotional actor on the show. He never promotes Taylors character even though I know he and MW are friendly. It's clearly nothing personal to the actress he just obviously knows thats not the story.

And food for thought. I always found it interesting that they used the well as the time frame for Eddie changing his will. Because at that point they knew each other what a year and a half at best. So Eddie decided at that moment if he died Christopher would be best served staying in CA, yes Pepa and Abuela are there, but they are older. He made a choice that would remove Christopher from TX and maybe younger family memebers to stay with hia chosen family in CA. In reality if it wasnt a choice seasons in the making a better more relevant option if you just decided would have been to say I started to get worried in the pandemic. But the arc timeline is clearly important here.

The same can be said for the universe screaming epsiode in Jinx. Why would the writers create certain scenes that imply Anna when they were never going to go there for them.

Who knows maybe I'm a clown but I do firmly believe everything that has happened in the past between Buddie has been purposeful because they always knew where they were going with these 2. Even the most casual of viewer's can acknowledge this.

Hi, lovely Nonnie!

Thank you for the ask! I agree that Oliver's interview responses and social media behavior seem to indicate that he is... not very enthusiastic about B/T to put it diplomatically. I also agree that IMO, B/T haven't had any iconic moments, plus every meaningful moment they did have appears to be wrapped up in issues, like the ILY moment, Buck's reaction is very... weirded out, not a bit joyful, and when it's his turn to reciprocate, it's half-assed. BUT I think for shippers, they probably see these things differently. So I'm not gonna touch their interpretation. It's their own, and they have a right to it. But I have to admit, if I personally were a B/T shipper, I would have been worried based on what we've seen of them at the end of s4 and in 5a...

I get what you mean about the choice when to to have the will change placed. I think it says a lot, that by the time the well incident happens in 315, Buck and Eddie's r/s is already so intense, the Buddifer family unit is already so real and important, that most of us don't bat an eyelid at the fact that after knowing each other for less than 2 years, Buck is already the guy Eddie would entrust his son with over his own biological family. And I also really love that it's framed within the context of a personal event... If it had been about covid, Eddie's reaction being to a global crisis, one could argue it was a drastic reaction to a drastic global event, and that if covid hadn't happened, the will change wouldn't have either. But instead it's in the context of something personal, it's specifically about Eddie. And if the well incident hadn't happened, another one would have happened in the line of his job that would have made him have that moment where he reminisced about what family he's fighting to come home to... and he still would have ended up with the answer being Buck and Chris first and foremost. So the will change would have happened no matter what! And I def agree with you that every choice has been intentional, if you read all of my meta, that is exactly what I point out repeatedly! So if you're a clown, pass me the make up and wig, please. ;)

Thank you again and I hope you're having a great day! xoxox

And if you or anyone else are looking for other replies of mine, you can find them in my ask tag. xoxox

[airlockfailure]

Real talk for a moment because I'm in a mood. (I am okay, just venting.)

When my mother died, I was sleeping. I missed three phone calls until the ER finally found the number for my cell phone buried somewhere in their records. When my mother died, I didn't cry. I paced. I was sick with low oxygen, hadn't eaten in ten days, and I was pacing the apartment on pure adrenaline. I texted my father, because I didn't want to bother him and knew he was sleeping. I didn't want to be a bother. I called my aunt, because I knew she, out of everyone, would be awake at the same god-awful hour as myself and the dead. I didn't cry when I told her what happened. It came out in a rush. She'd known we were sick. Mom took a turn for the worst. She died in the ambulance. She died two more times in the three minutes it takes to get from the apartment to the hospital. She died four more times in the ER.

"Do you want to come see her?" To say goodbye before she goes for good?

"We have COVID. It's not safe." I don't want to be a bother.

"Do you want to say goodbye?" I don't want to make anyone in the ER sick. We have COVID. I don't want to be a bother.

I'm trained for this. I know the healthiest thing to do is to go see my dead mother. But I don't, because we're sick, and I'm the one who brought COVID into our home, and I can't bear it if I make anyone else ill.

I'm trained to make death notifications, but I'm not prepared for the vastly different reactions. From my aunt, who became a support while my fever fried and oxygen starved brain could hardly process what was going on, to my other aunt who wept uncontrollably. To one of my mother's friends, who turned into a liar and made up stories to post on social media, to her other friend, who somehow turned my mother's death into being all about her.

I'm not prepared for the funeral director to call me and say "I knew her. I was so shocked." I don't want to be a bother. A bother. A bother. I want to disappear and be inconsequential.

I didn't cry when my mother died.

I shook. Vibrated with adrenaline. I pushed my body to it's limit, trying to clean. Trying to take care of my siblings. Making phone calls, searching for paperwork.

Walking across the complex with my laundry I puked sticky clear liquid in the snow. No warning.

I didn't cry when my mother died.

I didn't cry until I went back to work over ten days later. Then I cried. And I snapped, and I raged.

And I didn't cry for myself. I cried because my mother deserved a better death. She deserved a better life. And I wanted to give it to her. She had so many plans and dreams. She'd finally found out what her own health issues were and was going to get better.

And then I walked into the house contaminated. And it killed her.

Logically, I know I made the right choice not going to the ER with a flock of COVID ridden people. Logically, I know there's no way I could have known I was bringing COVID into our home until I woke up with a fever so high I was hallucinating. Logically, I know there's nothing I could have done differently to help my mother. Logically, I know it's not my fault.

Except logic has nothing to do with it. My mother is dead.

[buddha-in-disguise]

I'm not going to review the season finale in quite the same way as I've usually written something afterwards. I'm ultra tired due to distinct lack of sleep. So it is more truncated than I'd intended. Also unedited so advance apologies if something makes no sense or is misspelled etc.

The episode was facing the challenge of not only being edited after COVID-19 shut down production, but what was intended to be the penultimate episode became the finale. So I'm trying to take that into consideration.

First part in Kara's loft. It was choppy. Don't get me wrong, I had nothing against the humour, or the scenes in general. Although they missed the glaring opportunity to place a "flew here on a bus," moment! It felt pretty disappointing they didn't recognise what has become an iconic line within the SG fandom, and made it even more iconic.

Before the bus though, back at the loft, considering that Lena had literally only just arrived at Kara's, with all that entails, it felt completely out of place for that context. Did it have been overwhelming heavy at that point? Absolutely not. But it was too close to slapstick at times for me and internally I was cringing. I admit, I'm not sure where they could've put it in, but perhaps if they'd just lowered it a fraction, made it a little more subtle a couple of times, it would've helped for me.

Some of the dialogue (especially early on) was also all over the place for me. It did get better as the episode wore on, but I wonder how much was the need to redo parts of the episode because of COVID-19? Unless they think to put an episode as intended in a future season DVD (perhaps S6 DVD), or someone gives us full details via an interview we will probably never know.

Which brought me to one piece of dialogue that I wish they'd not put in at all!

In 5.18, as I've spoken about a lot on Twitter especially, the way Lex screams into Lena's face, and Lena's flinch, and how that had been me 20 odd years ago. They then had the line as Lena talks to Kara; "Go ahead. Scream at me if you have to, I know I deserve it."

I know for many, they'd just see it as a line to use, but .... for many of us who have suffered abuse, who recognised (& in some instances were triggered) by last weeks episode, to not have acknowledged why that line was so problematic is worrying. It heavily suggests they're not going to address Lena's trauma and abuse because they really don't understand it (& again, if anyone believes she didn't suffer trauma and abuse, but accept others in SG do, go away with your bias from my page), but considering they haven't addressed much of Kara's trauma, particularly watching Argo destroyed again, being stuck for months during Crisis like they were, etc - then I guess it isn't a surprise.

But it is uncomfortable as hell to watch a line like that glossed over.

Overall though, I did enjoy the episode. Once that 1st half was over, especially (baring a few moments, including watching Alex do her badass Mission Impossible meet Cirque du Soleil moment because that was awesome) it felt much more like SG of previous seasons. So that was great.

Watching Lena as she watched Alex and Kara hug behind her was so emotional. Watching siblings love unconditionally. Something she thought she had with Lex, only to realise he hadn't changed at all. Lena didn't need to say anything, as once again Katie's acting brought all the emotion Lena was feeling to the fore.

Having Lena and Alex mirror they choice of words in regards Kara was pretty iconic. Then having Alex whisper, "Jinx." really made it work.

Seeing Dreamer in her element, including some great lines again. "I can't believe you left to fight Earth, Wind & Fire without us." "Guess they didn't take the bait? Maybe you should've been meaner?" As they begin the fight with J'onn, M'gann Alex and Dreamer - Alex to Dreamer: "You ready?" Dreamer. "Nope." Alex. "Me neither." Dreamer at her best imo.

Kelly going all, damn my girlfriend is hot & I want sex right now despite the circumstances was pretty cute and funny.

The Kara and Lena monologues being in unison. Now that was pretty amazing and one of the best parts of the whole episode imo.. But again, you feel as if they're matching Lena and Kara together with those scenes as a couple.

Lena not only protecting Kara, but stopped Andrea from going down a dark path as Acrata. Was also great.

Last frame of Lillian. Does it turn out she is the head of Leviathan? Because again they laid out more than once the leader was a woman. It has been noted several times now in different episodes. I was hoping Lena's biological mother, considering she knew of the legend of Acrata, but it is now looking more likely this reincarnation of Lillian is who it is, unless it is a character we've not been introduced to, but I highly doubt that.

The 2nd half of the episode was what we missed so much this season. In fact aspects throughout the episode were missing for too much this season.

This includes the women being the focal point of it. Brainy though absolutely rightly taking a strong subplot to what else was going on. J'onn ably supported by M'gann. M'gann who managed to advise Nia on embracing her dreams and not trying to avoid part of them. Dansen actually working together and both being badass in their own way (after all, this is something I've advocated for much of the season, & while fantastic to see, it never should've taken this long. Now where have we heard that before?)

But we still have glaring unanswered questions that I can't imagine would've been answered in 5.20.

Every indication since 5.17 is Kelly knows Kara is Supergirl. Yet we don't know for certain, because they've failed to show us how or when. I've said before, considering every other person who knows Kara is Supergirl, we had them tripping over themselves to explain to the audience how it happened. I'm pretty annoyed that we as the audience don't get given the same courtesy with Kelly. This is why so many of us feel short changed on some characters this season. The really aggravating thing is would only take a few lines to clear it up!

Now onto Alex. This ties in with J'onn. Where are they getting the money to survive? Did J'onn manage to accumulate enough over all the years he was on Earth to finance everything & pay Alex a wage? No clue.

Also, are Kelly & Alex living together? Or do they have keys to each others apartments? Yes, Kelly was at Alex's in 5.17 so the answer is pretty much yes, but nothing has been said! We knew more about Brainy & Nia's living arrangements from 5a than we do Kelly & Alex.

Kara's trauma. Lena's abuse & trauma. See above.

Lastly, the one most I know want (except a few vocally against), leaning towards Supercorp becoming canon. Again for another season, we end up with the, 'Maybe they'll do it next season.' being said. Particularly as in 5a they really went all out on Supercorp parallels to Clois and at times Dansen, plus even a little on Brainia. But unless something pretty fundamental changes behind the scenes, they're going to recognise what their biggest draw is, keep baiting but never fully go into it. And that is what I fear the most. When you've got media, even non-Supergirl fans saying it, but the show refusing to acknowledge it - that could be their legacy, and it will not look good or have a lot of fans look back kindly on them for it.

The 4 seasons it took for Lena to find out Kara was Supergirl was, in the end, terribly executed. This waxing and waning as well of; is Lena good or bad? Will she follow in the Luthor footsteps?

She is flawed. She's made some pretty awful mistakes. But now they're said she is good. She isn't evil or a villain. So now that line they've drawn needs to stay there! No more ambiguity on her character being a villain.

But you know what's not good? Feeling you can't trust the show to draw a line under that aspect of the character. That doesn't mean you have to have any one of them not be flawed, or to even cross some lines (they've all done it at some point, some moreso than others, but not one character is innocent).

When the show is now generating that level of mistrust on how they could handle future events, that is a problem.

Season 5 overall (particularly 5b) was absolutely horrendously bad. It had some moments of sheer brilliance (either individual scenes, or some episodes), but the rest was just flat out awful. Irrelevant. Messy. No cohesion. 5b became too much of the Lex Luthor show. Certain character additions were vastly unpopular and definitely caused down turns in viewer numbers (& again, from far more than a section of fandom). As did keeping Lena away from everyone for so long.

To sum up. Season 5 was a disaster.

Season 6 needs to have considerably different direction to even try & pull back some viewers (if they can at all). Distrust is rife.

The worst is no-one in the cast deserved this, especially as they're so talented. Some of the performances, even with how poor much of the season was, have been magnificent. But as the saying goes, you can't make a silk purse out of a sows ear.

I've never been so relieved a season is finally over. We'll watch our favourite episodes for sure, of which there aren't many, but a full rewatch of the season we normally do will not be happening. Some episodes were better off consigned to the trash.

[pseudodeepwords]

on live shows and being shoved into walls

Some might say, correctly, that I have had a very difficult few years. Everyone has, what with the whole global pandemic forcing those of us peons who can't afford to ignore it to stare down the barrel of mortality as we realize nothing will save us from a global apocalypse, but I give myself room to be an extra special kind of difficult.

For those unaware, a recap:

After several years of a combination of isolation and mental illness hampering any potential fun my high school years could possibly have brought me, I was made to drop out of a college I really enjoyed going to (if we forget about the crushing breakdown I had the second semester of that first year and the calamitous happenings of the following three or four months) by the death of my mother following several years of terminal illness that had left her with no real memory of anything by the end and the resulting dire straits her passing had left my father in. A few months later, I procured a full-time job I still have that frequently leaves me feeling like placing my head none-so-delicately in an oven, and after a whirlwind of failed interpersonal connections and squandered opportunities and the worst mental state I've been in since I was a suicidal middle schooler all occurring in quick succession before and during the aforementioned global pandemic, I am, to say the absolute bare minimum, burned the absolute fuck out.

I regret a life I never had. I regret several of them. One is the life I may have had had I not left school. In the gap of time since my departure, a number of things have come to light and fallen apart, the net effect of which is that I'm really kind of glad I had no choice but to leave. One thing I miss, though, more than almost anything else, is the music. I was pursuing my education at a private liberal arts university no more than a half-hour's drive from Austin, Texas, a city with a serious live scene. I grew up in the middle of nowhere, with no job and no real means to get to anywhere that played any sort of music I gave half a shit about listening to until I was already gone. School was different. There were open mic nights on campus, shows during homecoming and orientation and scattered elsewhere throughout the academic year, and the proximity to somewhere with a nightlife scene as notable as Austin's meant that, for the first time since I was 16, I could go to a show I wanted to see.

I didn't make many of them, and the ones I did were largely for artists I had no prior experience with that I tagged along to for something to do on a Friday night. That didn't matter all that much. I loved it. There's nothing quite so special as standing outside, packed shoulder to shoulder with a few hundred strangers, feeling bass reverberating through your bones and making its home in your sternum, close enough to your heart and lungs that for an hour or two, you feel like that could be your substitute for blood and air.

Then I left. I didn't have a choice. I mourned this loss in secret as much as I probably mourned the loss of almost all of the friends I had in this world at that time. (It's worth noting that there are a few, a small few, from that time with whom I keep in contact. Several others have fallen to the wayside, and I don't know that we've spoken since. I would still do most anything for them.)

Then came the pandemic. Covid struck, and when it did, with it went the music. I hadn't been able at that time to go anywhere anyways - I worked a strange schedule for the first year or so I was at my job, and by the time it found itself in a place to allow me out into the world, the world had no place for anyone. That schedule change came in late 2020.

In November of 2021, a full year later, I went to the first live show I had been to in almost three years. It was at a venue in Dallas called the HiFi, and playing that night was hyperpop duo 100 Gecs, supported by Alice Gas and underscores. Two of my friends joined me for the show.

For the first time in years, I remembered. I remembered how bad my feet hurt standing in platform combat boots for three and a half hours while dancing, and I remembered how I was supposed to take some Advil before the show so my neck wouldn't hurt as bad as it did, and I remembered how hot it is when you're in a crowd of hundreds, and I remembered how not one piece of any of that mattered because of the way the whole building throbbed and the daze of the strobe lights and the bass in my chest that told me that the ringing in my ears would be a reminder for a while after the show was over and we walked back out into the dark and went home that maybe air and blood were optional, that maybe all you need to survive in this life is something loud and a crowd of strangers who feel the same way about it that you do.

The next month, a boy I loved so much I'd destroy planets for him told me the relationship we had was over. It was a circumstantial thing, our young love's demise, and not one I had it in me to hold against him, but it nonetheless felt like the air and blood had been quite forcefully removed from my body and there was only silence to fill the spaces it left. I cried over it more times than I could count, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out how the void should be filled.

Earlier this month, I went to the second live show I've been to in the last three years. This time, digital hardcore act Machine Girl, supported by Johnnascus and (once again!) Alice Gas. The difference between this show and the last one was stark - Tulips in Fort Worth was hosting, a space half the size of the HiFi, and after several days of unsuccessfully searching for a friend to attend the show with me after the only interested party decided not to go amid Omicron concerns, I was there without knowing another soul in the building. (Worth noting, I understood her concerns - I had already had both doses of the Pfizer vaccine, a Moderna booster, and two surgical masks secured underneath a black fabric mask that only ever left my face when sipping from an overpriced bottle of water, though, so I went on ahead.)

Machine Girl was the most uncomfortable show I'd ever been to. No one spoke to me for the just-under four hours I was present, barring a single shout-out from someone in the same kind of hoodie as me and some confused remarks from a member of venue staff who ended up standing next to me for the main set. Alice Gas was up first; for her set, I was maybe three or four rows from the stage, standing next to a brick wall. It was an all-ages show, and one filled quite obviously with teenagers, many of whom didn't know actual etiquette for a mosh pit, example one being that if someone is on the edge and obviously doesn't want to participate, you recede back into the crowd. The teenage boy in Hatsune Miku cosplay that continuously slammed me into said brick wall while attempting to film the entire set clearly didn't understand this, and it meant that I ended up against a far wall away from the main audience for the remainder of the show. I was alone, and I was lonely. I could have cried.

And then, like magic, I felt the music. High notes bounced off the top of my head like raindrops, and the hard drum and bass thundered into my marrow, encompassing everything I was in brutal, speeding, unrelenting noise. The strobes were so fast and stark and bright I could hardly make sense of the room in front of me, and the wails onstage from the following two acts coalesced into a static-filled film that draped itself heavy over my senses. For some, that might sound like a nightmare, and I'll be the first to say it's all an acquired taste.

For me, though, for my taste, it finally made sense. Everything was okay. I could turn off my brain, and I could once again let the artists on stage replace that in my veins and my lungs with whatever noises they could rip out of the tools at their disposal. I missed it. I missed it so bad I could hardly stand it.

I miss it so bad I can hardly stand it.

I'm not slated for another show until March. I'm supposed to see a couple hardcore bands in Dallas. The boy who captured my heart may or may not come with me. Between you and me, I hope he does. But even if he doesn't, and even if I'm all alone,

Once I can feel the air and the blood replaced by the bass, once I can feel the rain on my head and the bodies surrounding my own, I'll be just fine.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

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Church is traumatic and there's weapons.

5 CIA churches decided to let local police do a SWAT raid attack entrance into their churches.

They made a mistake.

Church going men grabbed up their children to hold them and protect them.

Women rushed to the ends of the aisles in their Easter best dresses and silk polyester pants and high heels, perfected like only God could do make-up, little pill box hats with the veil on the elders, and started shouting "NO" and grabbing hymnals (books with all the song words inside so everyone can sing along) and Some even the Bibles yelling, "God Forgive Me, we can't let this happen" at the same time.

I'm quite sure y'all are all forgiven for throwing a Bible or 20 during these trying times in order to protect your family.

They tried to explain why they were there, the Preachers, too. But them church folk overran thr church on override alert, got up on the pulpit stages behind the police in riot gear and marched them out.

Then (some) men (mostly white) :*/ finally joining in after the crowd past their row to keep pushing the police to and out the door.

Those straggler police got dragged by any limb grabble out to the door and tossed out.

Demographic the churches were about 45% African American and 50% white and 5% other mix. With extra CIA visiting of light appearing and assumed to be white skin color to protect anyone in the church. And yes in some cases the police. Just to fall over the police man so the church people stop attacking and kicking and punching the police. If it occurred. Which it did not and so they ended to only need to protect and soothe our church members.

So in 2008 we designed it so yesterday i didn't remember. But they told me this morning so. None of them will be in the mental hospital but 22 will be or will have been at the physical hospital for evaluation and treatment.

Hey i forgot and i told them to stay the Hell out... So definitely y'all should listened! Now you know when you need a back up force immediately -- you call the church!! Call the church.

They just need a stack of books them schools aren't using! No guns needed.

Out of 10256 church goers only 7 needed medical treatment. But 4 was for COVID-19.

Out of 731 police force 22 needed immediate medical care requiring a hospital transport via ambulance.

16 needed a helovac (helicopter ambulance) for broken ribs and such.

Y'all church people could done a little bit better. But i see Y'all was trying to be gentle. And that's okay because we do need our police force to live another day.

Now 100% of African American woman verbalized for them to leave by loudly stating so and/or physically letting them know they meant immediately.

18% not per church but overall did not make a physical attempt and most were single moms or attending church alone.

84% of white woman also did the same with 22% not making a physical attempt more so because their men did.

Now this is where it is sad and it reflects the slavery and bigotry and racism in our world.

Only 71% of African American men attempted to remove the police forces,

However 92% of white men did stand up to protect the church people. 3% did not physically respond.

Of the African American men, 22% of the 71% So math y'all. 51% did not physically respond to their church being raided by police force. 82% was due to fear.

51% of African American men did not physically respond to attack. 29% did not verbally ask them to leave.

Y'all that breaks my heart.

But i know with a Good Black Man comes good Wisdom and so they were protecting and shielding the children. And watching for any thing going awry, getting real weird.

It is predicted 93% of those men would had stood up and physically made themselves seen and shouted loud at least if anything real weird started going down that was preventable... Or like some One from the church fell or had a heart attack or was pulled to the side to be raped. And of those at least 2/3 would physically left their children to assist if they wete nearby.

Unfortunately for the police, the 5 churches had a good 15 minutes to discuss what if scenario if the church was invaded. So the church goers had a mental mind to fight.

If they hadn't its an estimated 20% more destruction from more people.

In every single of them 5 churches one person stood up and said "let's protect our black men. I know mine is so afraid all the time "what if the police do this or that?" I don't want him to fight, i will" one white woman but 3 black men and one white man stood up and said that the Black men were often the sole supporters financially of their families and and so they needed to protect the financial ability of the black men just in case they got arrested.

(The 2 whites were CIA and were directed to if no other church person said to protect them)

And so then the churches took hand rising polls with Their eyes closed and heads down about fears they didn't admit to anyone but God himself for extra prayers. Was the idea. Not an actual research project.

And the police force filled out the same exact questions on a piece of paper whether or not they attempted three event or not in order also for prayers -- no names were to be included except by choice.

When they handed in the forms, the leader or representative wrote the names on the forms of the person handing it in or who they were turning it in for.

To receive special training or help where the officers would admit to only God where they needed help in their personal and professional lives.

I requested it. Then I demanded it. Then it was done.

You all need to know that person you handed your paper to turn in, knew why and they did it because they love you and care. And more over they respect you. And they want the best in the world for you

I did NOT pay them money to do something you were not aware would occur, officers.

Mathematically, you were raiding a church. I think y'all might need some help or extra religion.

So in a different way, those police forces WILL, true to my word, get mental help.

And yes this was a boy of a family charged with the Challenge of going to church the very first time. And I specifically requested a video like this and the little boy is the Winner of $3,000!!!!

We also had a little girl who got swatted on the rear for standing in the seat to see better but pulled her dress up so unfortunately we couldn't show it, not only did she win a seat on her daddy's arm, she also got $3,000!!!

Then 3 more children who also suffered our child hood realities (gently) whom all got $3,000 each!

And that's not all!!! Each family got a specially built Motorcycle from Jesse James from our West Coast Chopper's shop with 3 interlocking side cars!!!

And enough gas for it to be loaded down and used as a primary vehicle for 15k miles per year for 15 years!!!

My Easter Dinner is ready and I must go!

Happy Easter!!!

Those churches have more treats coming up from their preacher's next week!!