I need to sell jewelry
This is not an insightful post, just a question: I have some jewelry from my evil mother-in-law. I can't even look at it (it is both ugly and I hate her). I want to sell it but I don't know where. Any suggestions?

This is not an insightful post, just a question: I have some jewelry from my evil mother-in-law. I can't even look at it (it is both ugly and I hate her). I want to sell it but I don't know where. Any suggestions?
BBC says: "A woman from the governing party in Ecuador has proposed that a woman's right to enjoy sexual happiness should be enshrined in the country's law."
I am all for it. Make him pay for lame sex!
The last time I went to Jazz Fest, I was 9 months pregnant with Katerina. Will Kelleher took us there but, not being a father back then, he did not realize that pregnant ladies don't like to walk in brutal heat. Pregnant ladies don't like to walk. And they don't like heat either. Anyway, despite his best efforts to park close, we walked miles and miles to get back to the car. Ashley thought it would be so great to have the baby right there at Jazz Fest. I did not.
Thanks to my friends, I was able to go to Jazz Fest again this year. I took the kids and my mom. They all need to be more New Orleanian. We parked miles and miles away and set on the journey. We walked past the cemetery. I have not been there since the funeral but Katerina wanted to go. So we did and we cried a lot and we talked to daddy. Finally, we left to continue our journey (I have to call it a journey because it took so long). We got there and saw Rebirth and Wild Magnolias. We walked past Santana but there was no way we would get anywhere close so what's the point. We got very muddy and had some excellent cochon de lait po'boy. We met a few rollergirls and a few bloggers but you can't really go anywhere in this town and not meet someone you know.
The last time I saw Rebirth, we were exiled in Chicago and they played somewhere there. We went and ALL of the exiled New Orleanians did too. It was so cool - we met so many people we knew. It was a little piece of home in the frozen, apathetic city of money. We talked in our funky accent, talked about places we hoped were still there, made plans to have crawfish boils back home.
He should be here. He should see Rebirth and Wild Magnolias. He should hug his kids and smoke cigars. I found his Che Guevara watch and I though that he really was the Che of New Orleans. Fighting for what he believed was right. If that makes things any better, he became the person he wanted to be.
We stopped at the cemetery on the way back too and said bye. Big Rey was saying the whole time he was missing daddy. We made the horrid journey back. My feet and arms hurt (from carrying Rey from Jazz Fest to Storyland in the City Park). The "first times" are going to be hard. He should be here. He loved his city so much and I guess the only way to keep him here is to bring his kids up to be true New Orleanians. By the way, Katerina has a new drum.
Something funky happened to this computer. Anybody knows Mac?
Thanks
This is too bad. I liked her. She had guts. D. C. Madam found dead
By the way, it is one month today since Ashley died.
Can someone explain to me why after turning off A/C for a month and turning lights on as little as possible, my electricity usage is HIGHER than previous month?
Seriously, we had A/C or heat on all the time and there were at least 3 lights on all night long, sometimes even all day long. In March we supposedly used 690 kWh and in April (without A/C and lights) we used 744 kWh. I tried to talk to the customer service idiot who read me the bill (ehm, I can read) and tried to explain to me that the cost of electricity is higher. By the way, in April it was actually lower but never mind.
I wonder if the electricity usage is somehow an inverse phenomenon - the less you use, the more you get charged. Maybe if I run the A/C on 68 I will use only 400 kWh.
My head hurts now
This is a nice summary by John Barry Who should protect New Orleans?
Like Ash said, no coffee till we get levees. I know that at least I would end up in one of those dams in Yankton, S.D. if I had no coffee. Thinking about it, if I had to live in Yankton, SC, I would probably ended up in there anyway.
Somebody sent me this and she was very appalled. I hate to admit it but I find some of them really funny. Sorry if that offends anybody.
So the Bridge House got Ashley's dad's old van. The thing had no steering or A/C and Ash kept it only because of his dad. I did not know his dad. It smelled the same as all of Ashley's cars - sea salt, mold, and beer. I need to go to Pensacola and get a bunch of beach sand for my van. Crap.
Bridge House was a good choice.
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