Was going to say this too. I describe the reacher books as Harlequin romance novels for men- escapist fantasy all of us desk jockeys wish we could be. Stroll into town, kick some asses, bang a hottie or two, right some wrongs, then move on no strings attached.
As a Minnesota resident for the last 16+ years (and next 16 months), all I can say is fuck the cold and fuck Seasonal Affective Disorder.
I think I could do the off grid life in a warm place, but damn if I could handle what you do. Maybe I'll buy a cabin in Alaska for the summer and one in Costa Rica for the winter, but after I leave here the only ice I want to see is in my tea.
I just realized this week is my 5th anniversary of getting a bidet. So to whomever it was (lukeduke?) on the other site that started that thread- thank you, you changed my life.
I'm planning to do some RV travel in the near future and my single biggest priority is how to get a bidet set up. I'm thinking of just threading the bidet supply line into one of those gallon sized pump sprayers. Fill it with water, give it a couple of pumps, turn bidet on, clean ass. As long as I can fit the bidet on the RV toilet seat I should be good to go.
I went in house almost 19 years ago after a few mind numbing years as a big law associate. Best move I ever made.
I'm sure there are some good law firm environments that are better than a shitty in house gig, but as a general rule, in house is way better for work life balance and just general sanity. The really shitty in house gigs tend to be the ones where you have a former hard charging big law partner hired as GC who tries to run it like a law firm.
I'm assuming you've only been in the market 2 years because you're a young buck. If so, this is the best damn thing that could happen to you. Just keep shoveling money in on autopilot (not an advisor, not investment advice, yada yada yada).
I didn't have money to invest until 1998 and by 2009 I was wondering why the fuck I'd spent 11 years automatically investing religiously. In hindsight, those 2 brutal bears were the best thing that ever happened for my retirement.
"Her daughter, Bonner Acker, is an avid equestrian and works in interior design."
She seems pretty low maintenance.
Edit- Not sure why the hell that spoilered.
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And everyone acted like all of them together have no chance against Icarus, when the Flashette did a pretty good job of beating his ass for a bit. Hell, I've always wondered how anyone beats the flash or quicksilver.
“To date, this is the largest treasure trove of Roman coins found in a cave in northern Spain,”
Odd qualifiers there.
I mean we found a shitload of Greek coins in a cave in northern Spain, a bunch of roman coins in a cave in central Spain, and even more Roman coins in a bog in northern Spain. But this is pretty cool, too. So far...
Miguel's dad is going to be the head cartel enforcer that instead of guns uses... wait for it... karate to keep people in line.
Johnny, Daniel and Asian Gilbert Gottfried team up to take down the cartel in a winner take all karate match. Meanwhile, back at home, a random karate fight breaks out at west valley high.
Marty almost got arrested by the feds or whacked by the mob or Mexican cartel but fortunately at the last second some miracle happens and they live to launder another day. But in doing so, the seeds of the next catastrophe are planted.
I completed my backdoor Roth for the full 7,000 (I'm an old) on Tuesday. Great timing.
Funny thing about psychology, I spent last night lamenting that I got that 7k in right before a sharp drop. Didn't think twice about the far larger amount already in the Roth that was hit by the same downturn. I guess in my mind somehow the funds were different.