neomachino

Huh I wonder how many Fair Trade items I bought thinking they were Fairtrade. Thanks.

People genuinely don't understand this and it's scary.

I feel like I'm going crazy explaining what a tariff is to people over and over who have never heard the word before but are praising it as a way to make everything cheaper and boost our economy

I fucking love Cauliflower, I thought I didn't like it because I grew up poor and didn't really get fancy veggies

My toddler and I have been bringing a trash bag to the park and cleaning the place up. It's always a mess and it makes me sad to see because it's my sons favorite park.

Did they send in actual coupons? Or is coupons some lingo that I'm out of the loop on? What instructions? Buy one bag of chips and get one 50%?

I have so many questions.

My wife and I were once at a day long event a few hours north and it snowed pretty heavy. Didn't even think about the car until we walked up to see the tires almost completely covered. It was late and the whole town pretty much shut down, so all I had to use was a window scraper.

Definitely keep a shovel in the car.

I see stories like this a lot and can't believe it. My wife was in a similar situation and had to get an emergency dnc, and still came close to dying from sepsis.

The doctors were so on it, we waited in the ER for a while because they were packed but as soon as they took her blood and realized what was going on she was in surgery within the hour.

Our son want even 2 at the time. If we were 30 minutes west she would've died. It's absolutely fucking wild.

How could anyone think this is right?

For the longest time I thought people who had solar panels had a battery on their property somewhere, they're panels would charge battery and they would only switch to the grid if their battery ran out.

I don't know much about it, but this seems like a pretty viable solution and I still can't believe this isn't how it works.

I have a couple pear trees in my back yard that I planted for my son when we was a baby. When my wife and I had a miscarriage on our 2nd and 3rd try we burried what we could with the pear trees, when out best cat died we burried him there, when my lizard that I've had for 12 years and went through hell with me died we burried her there, when my grandma died I burried some of her trinkets there.

I don't mow much back there and let the grass grow, just keeping the base of the trees clean. Sometimes I like to go sit in that overgrown grass under the trees. It feels safe and comforting, the bugs keep me company, one time I had a garden snake sliver over my shoes and just sit there for a while.

I've never thought about it but I keep my phone in my left pocket. It stays on dnd most of the time and I hardly use it especially when I'm out. The right pocket it for the stuff I'm likely to pull out and use.

I would love even a dumbed down wonderbot from that movie robots. Even something just to load the dishwasher would be amazing.

But we have to prioritize here, if it can't fuck there's no point, throw it in the trash.

I feel like I need this /s although I wish it was obvious.

Fun Little Story.

I'm not big on the whole internet thing so I didn't know about the whole Ivermectin thing until way later.

Around the time that craze was really I was hospitalized for what turned out to be a tropical parasite (strongyloides) which the only place I had gone was deep in the mountains in a cold region so it was a big shocker when the test came back.

They told me I needed Ivermectin and they were just waiting for approval, all the while I'm almost certain I'm dying, agonizing pain, at this point I was throwing up blood.

After a while of "waiting for approval" I couldn't take it anymore, like 2 weeks had passed and all they were doing was pumping me with morphine, which as a recovering addict I loved in the worst way. So I left the hospital I was at and went to another one. Went into the ER and told them the whole shibang, tropical parasite, I was told I need Ivermectin etc. And the second hospital basically told me to fuck off.

Out of frustration I gave up, I called the first hospital and asked if they got approval and they said they were still waiting and would call me back.

So I went home and basically waited to die, taking basically any opiod I could get my hands on. My neighbor who got me some stuff hung out with me one night and I told her the story, later on she brought me more stuff only this time she had 'something else' for me. I didn't question it, just popped it back, never thought about it again until recently.

I still don't know what it was but I ended up recovering, the pills were harder to kick but I did it.

I don't know why the first hospital was so hesitant to give me the medication, if they didn't have it or were worried about how it would look prescribing it. But fuck that place.

I do wonder if they're still in there and I'll just drop dead one day but I'm off medicade now so doctor visits are out of the question.