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YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
This reminds me of when I moved to Charleston.If you have never lived in the deep south, but have lived in really big cities (NYC, Chi, LA, etc.) the freaking charm wears off pronto.
 
'SofaKings said:
'bentley said:
Great tailgate today. Taking a little break on my liver now before I punish it with tequila during the rangers game tonight.
You'll have to do two shots for every Tigers home run. Ron Washington will be back doing cocaine before this series is over.
:banned:
 
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
This reminds me of when I moved to Charleston.If you have never lived in the deep south, but have lived in really big cities (NYC, Chi, LA, etc.) the freaking charm wears off pronto.
:goodposting: From 1985 to 2009, I lived in Boston, New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago. Memphis seemed charming for a little while but has worn off very fast.
 
Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door. :lmao:

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

:lmao: I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.

 
That's a little scary, Sammy, sounds like a blood-sugar issue.**Not a doctor
:goodposting:Yeah, it could be a few different things. I guess her sister used to get light headed when she first got pregnant :unsure: :unsure: :doh: :unsure: :unsure:On the way back from Madison I was asking a lot of health questions and thought the same thing. She gets "ill" as she puts it, especially in the morning if she doesn't eat breakfast. We'll see what the doctor says.
 
That's a little scary, Sammy, sounds like a blood-sugar issue.**Not a doctor
:goodposting:Yeah, it could be a few different things. I guess her sister used to get light headed when she first got pregnant :unsure: :unsure: :doh: :unsure: :unsure:On the way back from Madison I was asking a lot of health questions and thought the same thing. She gets "ill" as she puts it, especially in the morning if she doesn't eat breakfast. We'll see what the doctor says.
I have a smilar story I'd mention but drrnk.
 
Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door. :lmao:

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

:lmao: I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.
sounds like a concussion. She should probably put the bloody mary and beer on hold.
 
Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door. :lmao:

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

:lmao: I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.
sounds like a concussion. She should probably put the bloody mary and beer on hold.
One of my first thoughts as well. I guess I didnt' mention it but I was trying to make sure she didn't fall asleep right after. She said she wasn't tired. She hasn't had any headaches. She was coherent the entire day, sharp as a tack, even busting everyone's balls around us during the game. She slept a bit on the way home but she always sleeps in the car when I'm driving home from somewhere. She never felt ill. All her pain was in her knee.I was :thisclose: to saying "Eff the game, we're going to the ER regardless." but after an hour or so she felt better, she was acting normal etc. I know my wife. When something is wrong, she will be the first one to tell me. We'll just have to wait for the doctor. I'm not letting her do anything Sunday, just in case. That's for sure

 
The next person that gives me crap about never moving away from home can move to Nashville and then Jacksonville and then back to Memphis and then to Buffalo and then Chicago and then back to Portland and then to Atlanta and then shack up with Lhucks in the Castro in SF and work their way back to Gig Harbor and then spend a week in Boring Oregon and then hop a Greyhound back to Jacksonlina and kiss my ###.

 
The next person that gives me crap about never moving away from home can move to Nashville and then Jacksonville and then back to Memphis and then to Buffalo and then Chicago and then back to Portland and then to Atlanta and then shack up with Lhucks in the Castro in SF and work their way back to Gig Harbor and then spend a week in Boring Oregon and then hop a Greyhound back to Jacksonlina and kiss my ###.
Why so angry, gb?
 
The next person that gives me crap about never moving away from home can move to Nashville and then Jacksonville and then back to Memphis and then to Buffalo and then Chicago and then back to Portland and then to Atlanta and then shack up with Lhucks in the Castro in SF and work their way back to Gig Harbor and then spend a week in Boring Oregon and then hop a Greyhound back to Jacksonlina and kiss my ###.
Why so angry, gb?
Tanner is feisty tonight
 
My parenting technique: wife is way sick with a 101 fever so I take the kids to my parents place (who are out of town). Since mealtime is the worst time I stop at KFC and get a large popcorn chicken. Put it on teh plate and just leave it in the living room all day. Kids just stop and grab a piece when hungry, avoiding the meal time aggravation, and they just eat when they're hungry from 12:30 orso until bedtime.

Chicken amost all gone, kids in bed full and happy, I didn't have to deal with ####ty ####. winner.

 
My parenting technique: wife is way sick with a 101 fever so I take the kids to my parents place (who are out of town). Since mealtime is the worst time I stop at KFC and get a large popcorn chicken. Put it on teh plate and just leave it in the living room all day. Kids just stop and grab a piece when hungry, avoiding the meal time aggravation, and they just eat when they're hungry from 12:30 orso until bedtime. Chicken amost all gone, kids in bed full and happy, I didn't have to deal with ####ty ####. winner.
Will you adopt me? And add a case of beer tot he chicken?
 
The next person that gives me crap about never moving away from home can move to Nashville and then Jacksonville and then back to Memphis and then to Buffalo and then Chicago and then back to Portland and then to Atlanta and then shack up with Lhucks in the Castro in SF and work their way back to Gig Harbor and then spend a week in Boring Oregon and then hop a Greyhound back to Jacksonlina and kiss my ###.
Sounds like an epic cornholing road trip :shrug:
 
She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap: :lmao: I love my wife!PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.
Congrats on the baby!! Good thing she didn't drink too much or else it might end up like Peens
 
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(

I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:

I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!

On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
That's the kind of stuff I think about when I think of Memphis. The place is supposed to be REAL bad. Get the effe out of there, girl. If not the palace in the tropics then I'm sure a capable lady like you can land a gig in a town of her choosing. It might not pay as much, but it sure would make you safer and happier for a few years before you make the move (is this move years away? I'm confused on that).
 
Dreamed last night that I sharted during a taping of SNL. Swedish meatballs came rolling out of my pants leg. Had to enlist Horatio Sanz to get me some pants so I could walk home. Horatio came through for me, then I sharted again. More meatballs. When I finally got home, the door to my bathroom had shrunk down to a mouse hole, like on Tom and Jerry.

I think I watch too much TV...

 
I got home at 4:30am to a locked house. Sat on the deck watching planes go by (why are there so many planes at that hour?) comtemplating how to break in. Opted instead for phone sex and peeing on the driveway. I hope the neighbours are sound sleepers.

 
I got home at 4:30am to a locked house. Sat on the deck watching planes go by (why are there so many planes at that hour?) comtemplating how to break in. Opted instead for phone sex and peeing on the driveway. I hope the neighbours are sound sleepers.
This is beautiful. :banned: to E10
 
Here's how boring my life is:

I get off on watching the various critters act that come into my yard. I have a bunch of bird feeders hanging off of my deck that is about 12' off the ground. Even though I'm in the mountains, we have a gang (gaggle/herd/flock) of ducks that hang around and the previous owner of my house used to feed the quackers. I stopped doing that, but they still wander up out of habit. Well, this friggin chickadee lights on one of the feeders and throws bird seend off the side (think: Animal House and people throwing beers to everyone). The damned ducks act like Carl Lewis running into my yard to eat when Mr Chickadee does his "FREEDOM" act. I actually have bare spots down there from those suckers.

Then, there's the squirrel. That MFer goes across the street to a walnut tree. He then brings the nut back and either a) buries it in my newly-mulched plant bed, or b) sits on my deck rail and eats it while looking me dead in the eye. I know I'm projecting, but I hear him singing "No More Mr Nice Guy" when he's doing it.

YSR: good luck. If the marriage is worth it, hopefully you guys can get through the next several months. If not, cut your losses. Sucks, but I hung in way too long in both of mine ( :bag: ) when there were issues that couldn't be resolved.

Krista: sorry Memphis isn't your thing. I recently lived in an insulated area (think: a square block or two) of Baltimore and got tired of hearing sirens all night. You've always seemed like a big city gal to me, so maybe you could buy Chicago.

Early: congrats?

Tecumseh: best wishes to you and Horatio.

Truck: UConn going ACC?

 
The next person that gives me crap about never moving away from home can move to Nashville and then Jacksonville and then back to Memphis and then to Buffalo and then Chicago and then back to Portland and then to Atlanta and then shack up with Lhucks in the Castro in SF and work their way back to Gig Harbor and then spend a week in Boring Oregon and then hop a Greyhound back to Jacksonlina and kiss my ###.
Why so angry, gb?
:lmao: No idea what I was doing last night. Went to my nephew's JuCo game last night. Wife and I tailgated with an old friend of mine and his wife. Went back out at halftime for a couple of more beers. Buddy and I never made it back in. :bag:
 
YSR>I don't understand subtlety or women. are you suggesting by your use of italics that your husband set up the renter and job offer somehow? what's wrong,exactly, with knoxville? why do you want to be in SC?

talk to me like I'm shuke and this isn't about a sandwich.

also, I have a hangover that's approaching a coma. speak quietly. thanks.

 
I got home at 4:30am to a locked house. Sat on the deck watching planes go by (why are there so many planes at that hour?) comtemplating how to break in. Opted instead for phone sex and peeing on the driveway. I hope the neighbours are sound sleepers.
I need to give you my number.
 
Just popped up in my spam:

Hello, what weather? I am very glad that I can write to you! If you not against we could learn each other more close. I think that we could have relations, what you think of it? Please, write to me your Mariya

I'm assuming it's a Sarah Palin alias given the command of the English language, but what's my risk if I respond?

 
Just popped up in my spam:

Hello, what weather? I am very glad that I can write to you! If you not against we could learn each other more close. I think that we could have relations, what you think of it? Please, write to me your Mariya

I'm assuming it's a Sarah Palin alias given the command of the English language, but what's my risk if I respond?
Gotta be more entertaining than the Birdhouse Chronicles.
 
Just popped up in my spam:

Hello, what weather? I am very glad that I can write to you! If you not against we could learn each other more close. I think that we could have relations, what you think of it? Please, write to me your Mariya

I'm assuming it's a Sarah Palin alias given the command of the English language, but what's my risk if I respond?
Gotta be more entertaining than the Birdhouse Chronicles.
:lmao: Yeah, I guess. Ravens play at 4, so I'm bored. Any Girl Scount meetings today?
 
Just popped up in my spam:

Hello, what weather? I am very glad that I can write to you! If you not against we could learn each other more close. I think that we could have relations, what you think of it? Please, write to me your Mariya

I'm assuming it's a Sarah Palin alias given the command of the English language, but what's my risk if I respond?
Gotta be more entertaining than the Birdhouse Chronicles.
:lmao: Yeah, I guess. Ravens play at 4, so I'm bored. Any Girl Scount meetings today?
Still with the birds! :wall:
 
on top of all my other ongoing stupidity, last night I received the first ever drunken call from the ex-wife asking if I'd come over. thank god that one just went straight to voicemail.

 
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(

I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:

I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!

On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
That's the kind of stuff I think about when I think of Memphis. The place is supposed to be REAL bad. Get the effe out of there, girl. If not the palace in the tropics then I'm sure a capable lady like you can land a gig in a town of her choosing. It might not pay as much, but it sure would make you safer and happier for a few years before you make the move (is this move years away? I'm confused on that).
:shock: I have lived in NYC for 25 years and even during the deep, dark wild-west days of the late 80s, only feared for having my Nikes stolen, not getting shot in head over them.

move. now.

 
YSR- so it sounds like the passive-aggressive gene didn't fall far from the tree. as one of them myself, your husband's non-plan, plan to not move to SC sounds exactly like something I'd pull on my wife; rather than just tell her- 'oh hey, I don't want to move to SC. but I know you want to get out of here, so lets figure somethign else out", I'd back into some kind of elaborate non-plan that involves not following up on pretty much anything that had to with SC, but did have to do with just about any alternate move. I'm aware of this #### (especially when called out on it by wifey) and don't like that I do it, but I still do it (unintentionally... kinda sorta)- how aware of his passive-aggressiveness do you think he is?

 
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(

I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:

I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!

On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
That's the kind of stuff I think about when I think of Memphis. The place is supposed to be REAL bad. Get the effe out of there, girl. If not the palace in the tropics then I'm sure a capable lady like you can land a gig in a town of her choosing. It might not pay as much, but it sure would make you safer and happier for a few years before you make the move (is this move years away? I'm confused on that).
:shock: I have lived in NYC for 25 years and even during the deep, dark wild-west days of the late 80s, only feared for having my Nikes stolen, not getting shot in head over them.

move. now.
Meh.... I've been in Memphis for about 20 of my last 25 years and have never been a victim of a crime. Hell, of all my friends I hardly even know anyone who's been a victim of a violent crime. IMO the bad #### is heavily concentrated in certain areas that most white folks just don't go (if they know any better). Not saying the city is safe.... it's rep is well earned. However it's easily avoidable if you have a decent head on your shoulders.
 
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(

I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:

I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!

On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
That's the kind of stuff I think about when I think of Memphis. The place is supposed to be REAL bad. Get the effe out of there, girl. If not the palace in the tropics then I'm sure a capable lady like you can land a gig in a town of her choosing. It might not pay as much, but it sure would make you safer and happier for a few years before you make the move (is this move years away? I'm confused on that).
:shock: I have lived in NYC for 25 years and even during the deep, dark wild-west days of the late 80s, only feared for having my Nikes stolen, not getting shot in head over them.

move. now.
Meh.... I've been in Memphis for about 20 of my last 25 years and have never been a victim of a crime. Hell, of all my friends I hardly even know anyone who's been a victim of a violent crime. IMO the bad #### is heavily concentrated in certain areas that most white folks just don't go (if they know any better). Not saying the city is safe.... it's rep is well earned. However it's easily avoidable if you have a decent head on your shoulders.
ok then. that sounds more like... well... everywhere. including NYC.
 
YSR, I'm sorry again to hear about your situation. You're a saint for agreeing to go near the hoarders for any length of time. :(

I have not made my anti-Memphis list, but this might make it... I regularly go through the semi-hood to get from downtown (where I live) to midtown (where a lot of good restaurants are). Last night someone sitting at a stoplight on this route, about 2 miles from my house, was shot in the head in an attempted carjacking. I had been sitting at that light about 1/2 hour before the shooting. :scared:

I'm down to fewer than 46 million seconds until I hope to leave!

On another front, about a week ago I started drinking less and eating healthier in an attempt to lose weight. So far I've gained two pounds. :thumbup:
That's the kind of stuff I think about when I think of Memphis. The place is supposed to be REAL bad. Get the effe out of there, girl. If not the palace in the tropics then I'm sure a capable lady like you can land a gig in a town of her choosing. It might not pay as much, but it sure would make you safer and happier for a few years before you make the move (is this move years away? I'm confused on that).
:shock: I have lived in NYC for 25 years and even during the deep, dark wild-west days of the late 80s, only feared for having my Nikes stolen, not getting shot in head over them.

move. now.
Meh.... I've been in Memphis for about 20 of my last 25 years and have never been a victim of a crime. Hell, of all my friends I hardly even know anyone who's been a victim of a violent crime. IMO the bad #### is heavily concentrated in certain areas that most white folks just don't go (if they know any better). Not saying the city is safe.... it's rep is well earned. However it's easily avoidable if you have a decent head on your shoulders.
Same way it is here in New Orleans. You avoid the shady areas and your fine. I only know of one person who has ever been a victim, and he even admitted that he parked in a sketchy area.
 
Knoxville Chronicles: Day 1, Entry 1:

Husband leaves an hour ahead of me and drives straight to storage unit. I drive straight to sister's condo. Now, I'm a clean freak and a minimalist, and there is SO. MUCH. STUFF. Also, the entire condo is decorated for Halloween. Flags in the yard, stickers on windows, accent pillows in couch, orange lights all around the fireplace, scarecrows hovering over the bed, etc.

Husband calls from storage unit to check in and alert me that they (husband + hoarders) are heading here soon. I tell him I am a little creeped out living in someone else's space and he says that the condo is ours to do with as we please.

"Okay, so I can take down all of the Halloween decorations?"

"Yes, you can do whatever"

<crazy-### MIL in background> "Why does she want that stuff taken down? Halloween is in a couple of weeks and the place looks great!" So now, I'm probably the bad guy for taking down all of their hard work.

Le sigh.

-fish- > I'll get a response to you a little later. On phone now.

 
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