Simon ,'Jaynestown'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
They could have used another term and lost nothing from the message. I felt gross every time it was said. That said, I loved last night so much.
Same. (The Texas rep.'s speech included something similar -- but her story about Harris and the photo op was awesome.)
DH's vocally anti-marriage aunt
I read that as anti-mirangue and was SO intrigued!
Last time I needed one, we noticed my mother never signed it(Too busy almost dying and all.) I used it for 40 years without anyone noticing.
When I was working as a passport acceptance agent a dude handed me a birth certificate that listed his first name as Rfank. Apparently it had never been an issue before but I warned him he should consider getting it fixed.
In my genealogical explorations I've come across anecdotes of people who had to invent middle names (or at least middle initials) in order to enlist in the Army. It gets really awkward when birth records, military records, and Social Security records don't match up.
My dad legally added a middle name when he was 18, I know he had been using it informally before that but I don't know if it was on any official paperwork. Probably was. He had been working, so social security is likely. And I think I've mentioned before that my mom filed their joint tax returns using her married name for years (maybe decades) before someone noticed that it didn't match her social security records which she had never changed from her maiden name. She was so tickled to have an alias.
All, if you're not watching the live roll call of states at the DNC, it's a PARTY! I'm loving all the women of color acting as spokespeople, too.
it totally is a party!
music is good too! so many women of color!
Yes! It was such a celebration. Excited to see the Obamas speak later.
I watched as late as I could. Sadly, I couldn’t stay up for Obama, but I’m sure it’ll be posted somewhere.
I know where my birth certificate is because I needed it to get “real ID” the last time my drivers license expired. So now it’s in a plastic bag, along with my passport and social security card, in my important papers space, along with euros and Canadian money from my travels. It’s not quite a to-go bag, but if a tornado was heading my way it would be easy enough to grab and stuff in my bra as I headed for the one windowless room in the apartment.