I don’t eat chips that often but it’s a tie between these All Dressed Ruffles I’ve had in America and the Tatos in Ireland.
Apparently, the All Dressed is really popular in Canada.
Well, apparently the word never meant anything bad when it was originally put to that phrase, but now I have to edit it out because it means something else these days.
Trust me, I would have rather been in the business of flipping ducks, as some kind of duck farmer, than feeling like Book of Job and losing everything after my husband flipped his life and everything he owned to his friends.
Since my husband vanished and apparently left his ID to his friends, I guess I should just tell everyone that my life flipped a d_ck. I could say it made a u-turn, but it sounds too much like the slogan on the sign of a local church. It was down the street from the church we used to attend together. Maybe their “God allows u-turns” sign was just their congregation’s way of telling me to flip a d_ck before it was too late.
When you go through the divorce process sometimes you flip a house, sometimes you flip a car, …and sometimes, well, you know…
I tried to hire a lawyer when it happened. I called a law firm that same day. I don’t have the money to fight it. Also, how do you fight it without money and a lawyer? File a report with local law enforcement? That isn’t going to work. I actually filed a report online with the FBI office over corruption amongst local law enforcement. I doubt anyone will care. Then again, my dad’s cousin was former president Jimmy Carter. If he had been any closer of a relative our family would probably already be in some federal protection program meant to shield families of politicians from harm. But nope. I’m just some poor distant cousin of someone who mattered, so I don’t matter. It’s sad that things like these events can happen to women in America, or anyone, and no one cares unless they’re someone “important”.
You think that’s bad? The sheriff’s office in my county will pull you over on the freeway, make you park on a side street after instructing you to exit the freeway, ask you to step out of your vehicle, and then tell you that you’re going to a different location to be strip searched even though you aren’t wanted for a crime and are not in the process of having committed a crime. They can literally pull over anyone they choose, say that someone was just concerned (usually they’ll name a family member that hasn’t even contacted them) and then proceed to tell you that they need to strip search you. This happened to me in 2017. I returned to ask for a copy of the report, and my ex boyfriend opened the door to the records department. That’s right. This unscrupulous place hired my bitter ex-boyfriend.
This is not the ex that I dated for 3.5 years and planned to marry/discussed a wedding and a family together. This was the ex boyfriend that I dated briefly during high school, with whom I NEVER had sex. An ex boyfriend that had never seen me naked. There are pictures of us together at formal dances between 2005 and 2006, with the exception of prom. Why not prom? He had a mental breakdown the day of prom, and began cussing about all women ruining his life like his mother. All of this happened because he COULDN’T AFFORD PAINTBALL SUPPLIES. Yep. Paintball supplies. My family heard him cuss me out through the phone because he couldn’t afford paintball supplies for his extracurricular activities. This is also the ex who said he wanted to shoot his exes, and told me this while we were together. He later tried to backpedal and say he was just talking about paintball.
This video looks bad, but it is nowhere near as bad as what the local sheriff’s department did to me years ago. Oh, and why did he wait until then? He took that long to realize I had changed my last name, apparently, after getting married. He must have realized I had two children, as well. All I can imagine is that someone was jealous. I can’t even file a report about what he did because he was wearing a different man’s name badge (first name only) when he answered the door of the records’ department. He smiled as he handed the record over to me. It wasn’t a friendly smile either. We aren’t even related where someone can try to justify this strange attachment and behavior he has towards me after such a short relationship. The guy is mentally insane. Law enforcement hired a mentally insane guy to work in their facility.
“Starting with schools”. Some school age boys will probably develop some type of severe male guilt due to this, while some will probably make fun of the attempts to educate against violence towards women.