Am I the only one for whom this god damn question keeps getting bumped?! It was first posted on February 24th, so why the hell does it keep getting moved up?! I didn't like the question the first time around. I certainly don't like it the 5th time around! WTF?!

Oh, and to save you the suspense... gods don't exists. Get a new fixation.

Keys, cards (driver's license, concealed carry license, debit card), gun, cellphone, sunglasses.

And I never leave home without telling my husband I love him. =)

We have 2 dogs, Trigger and Tesla. They would raid the refrigerator. =/ They know that's where the yummy food is. Meats, eggs, heavy cream, cheese, butter... They get that stuff for snacks but they would eat it ALL. 

Tie. The day I became Mrs. Hutchison and the day Isaac returned from Iraq for the last time and I knew he was finally safe. =) 

Absolutely not. To think otherwise is absurdly naive or perhaps just a failure to grasp what love is.

Love is not just getting butterflies, missing someone when they're away, thinking about them all the time, doing nice things for them, smiling until your cheeks hurt and wanting to spend your life with them. Yes, all those things are a part of love ( Read more... )

Lol. Silly theists, deities are delusions.


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Our best quality, by far, is our ability to reason. Our worst would be our ability to completely and utterly ignore reason. =/

That's reason as a verb, not a noun. 
Think, understand, and form judgments by a process of logic. To form conclusions, judgments, or inferances from facts or premises. The power of comprehending, inferring, or thinking ( Read more... )

Insane. It's 9 in the morning and it's been snowing on and off all morning. 10 minutes ago it was snowing like mad and now it's clear and the super bright sunshine is quickly melting the accumulated snow. =/ I live in the Willamette Valley so we don't really get snow. Or sunshine very much for that matter. Anyway, here's a picture from my back deck ( Read more... )

There was a meatball incident a couple years ago when Isaac and I made spaghetti together. I, being my normal nitpicking self, weighed each meatball in exact grams and then passed them off to my frustrated, but amused, husband to be rolled into flawless spheres and arranged on the baking sheet in exact rows and columns. Isaac teased me, took a ( Read more... )