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I had a ton of cherry tomatoes from my garden that I needed to do something with. I figured today would be a perfect day to make some spaghetti sauce and homemade noodles. When I went to the local grocery store my son works at to pick up the rest of the goods and told him the plan, the biggest smile emerged on his face (nothing better than making my son happy).

When I got home, I roasted the tomatoes with some olive oil garlic cloves, salt, pepper, and thyme.
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When finished, I cooked down the tomatoes and garlic with some onion, oregano, basil, and of course, more thyme.
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I took an immersion blender to the mix and my “crushed tomatoes” were complete.

I browned a pound of beef and a half pound of pork with a large onion, added my crushed tomatoes, salt, two cups of water, a cup of tomato paste, and a dash of red pepper flakes and brown sugar. I let it simmer on low for three and a half hours.
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In the interim, I made my noodles. I haven’t quite mastered these yet, but I’m getting better. I kneaded the dough for ten minutes, let it rest for 30, and used my pasta maker I inherited from my grandma. Cranked that baby out! \o
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I put the pasta noodles in for 1.5 minutes right before I was ready to serve.
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I started this venture at 1pm and we just finished eating, but I made a ton of sauce and will have lots of leftovers that I will freeze. The noodles? I may have to used boxed next time, but the homemade are a million times better and tastier! My young man was extremely happy and so was I :)

So me, my wife and kids were traveling and decided to stop off at a Buffalo Wild Wings to eat. We usually pack our own stuff but this time we just had to because we weren't prepared. So we get seated and our waitress comes out. She's may be 20-21 or so. She has long black hair, a smoking body but she has some tats and a bull nose ring or whatever they're called. This bitch kept gazing into my eyes every time she came to our table but was quick with everyone else. She was giving me those "come fuck me" eyes right in front of my wife! She wasn'tfishing for a big tip, either because I thought that at first. From where I was sitting I could see the kitchen entrance and after the 10th time checking if I needed anything she walked to the kitchen, turned around and motioned me to come to her. I shook my head no. Hell-to-the-fuck-no sir. I think she was gonna give me her number or address. This bitch is in heat and she wants some HonkyMcNiggerSpic deep dick pizza with my special sauce & extry cheeeese put in her brick oven. It was so obvious my sons were laughing. I would look at them and smirk. I told them that while it makes you feel good when you get attention like that, that I would never betray their mom and that my word means something to me. Its my job to steer them every little chance I get.

Finally, my wife stopped ignoring it and said "I'll rip that bitch's nose ring out". I'm like oh god no. I told her not to. Its just some dumb, young bitch and she doesn't have a chance with me and you know this, -I told her convincingly. She brought our check and before she walked away she looked directly into my blue eyes and said "I hope you come back again, I usually work evenings all week. byeeee" then skipped away with that tight ass and firm C tiddys. My wife snarled her lip while my sons were giggling and said no we won't be back ever. I made sure and lead everyone to the vehicle, got them in then I got in and we left crisis avoided. The universe always throws me some crazy shit and IDK why.

I will say this: Had I been single I would've rocked her like a hurricane. She'd have to enter into therapy after I got done with her.

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I do not support the (((banker))) wars.

My theory about why they so openly promoted fags in the military. They wanted to make the white Protestant true patriotic fighters who would defend the nation leave the military leaving only people that would do whatever they wanted which will eventually be go after the white Protestant patriotic people of this country.

See I really think my white people no longer wanting to join the military while white people think for a minute that oh will show them we're not going to show up and fight for the country and do their bidding what's really maybe happening is exactly what they want which is there aren't going to be any armed white patriotic people in control of the massive weapons of the military that otherwise might resist using them on the population of the United States when the cabal says okay we're just going to start killing everybody and we're just going to start throwing everybody in the gulag like we did in the Soviet Union and there aren't going to be any white people in the military to say oh no instead of pointing the tank at the civilians in the city I'm going to turn the tank around and point the turret at the cabal who's telling us to shoot the civilians. And so all they're going to have in the military is a bunch of imbalanced facts and trannies and mercenaries coming from other countries who joined the military so they can get citizenship and they actually probably hate all the white Protestant Christian Patriots who originally founded the country and would be more than happy to shoot us all.

That's what I think is really going on.

Dogs should be low maintenance animals that serve a purpose. Dogs exist at our convenience and are not there for emotionally sensitive fucks to tether to them.

Do not bring your dog to costco.

Do not bring your dog to the fuckin bar.

Keep your dog out of the car.

Walk your dog.

Bring your dog to the dog park.

But keep your fuckin dog to yourself literally any other time.

Thanks

Figured I'd share this on a Sunday morning if it helps motivate those of you who believe your life could benefit from quitting. Drinking was a habit I picked up at the end of high school. At first, I loved that it brought people together and always worked as a powerful stimulant (to me), made me feel confident, and brought out my passions. A lot of things failed to materialize in my young adult years which I attribute to a lack of guidance and help from parental figures. I certainly had passion and drive, but no good outlets on which to apply them. I did become quite adept at getting all the lost and drunken youth together and became king of the losers. I know to this day, if I head over to the local hole-in-the-wall taverns, I can still expect to see many of those familiar faces.

I married a great woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes, with a wonderful and supportive family. She tolerated my drinking and never picked it up herself. (Thank God) As the years went on, many great things happened. We got a house, got married. However, I still felt stuck. I still wasn't happy with my line of work. She came home one day and I was drunk off my butt in front of the computer. She didn't understand why I stayed in a profession that I found spiritually unfulfilling, and it began to upset her. My early adult years, I had developed a bad habit of using alcohol as a coping mechanism. But why was I coping now? I have so many blessings and a foundation on which to finally grow. Two things had occurred to me: First, I didn't want to settle for an average life by wasting away my free time drinking. And secondly, my wife deserved better than a loser alcoholic husband.

Something I liked about AA is that it brought people together and it felt good to connect with other people. However, I hated that those sessions only lasted an hour - and that these hour-long spurts of time were compartmentalized and would never amount to anything long-term. Nothing good got planned or built in AA. I needed to keep busy to secure a steady stream of dopamine. After all, that's what the alcohol gave me. I was the kind of guy who would start drinking and then wake up in strange places. It always fulfilled a deep-rooted need for adventure.

I joined a church per the advice of some friends. Started volunteering. Was happy to help those old fuckers because I had the time and the energy. Started hanging out with the pastor who introduced me to many of his affluent friends. Some of which were business owners. Having hung out with losers much of my life, it was really cool to meet good hard-working people who genuinely wanted to best for one another. I became a trustee to the church, a formal non-profit organization. Still, I could not stand the speed at which that counsel made decisions. I also found many of the Christian messages to be soft and repetitive. (But that's a topic for a different post). I had always been more of the atheist/agnostic type so it came as a shock to people to hear that I had become a part of a church.

I hated my job. I felt like I was worth more. However, if I was actually worth more, then I would indeed be making more. My feelings about the matter were irrelevant and I knew my actions would speak leaps and bounds. How could I be in my 'career' but still be living almost paycheck-to-paycheck? I took on two part-time jobs. One of which was a serving job in a high-end restaurant. I had a lot of fun here being around people again and was making some decent buckaroos. I quickly paid down any debts I still had. Keeping the dopamine party flowing, I put my resume together and began applying for similar jobs that paid way more. Eventually, I was offered a job that paid substantially more. Unlike my boring friends with their 401ks and craft beers, I told myself I would never be boring if I had money.

In that time, I started reading a lot of books. Non-fiction. I figured there's men out there older, wiser, and more successful than me. I shared all my newfound information with my best friend. Him and I had many long discussions about what we wanted in life. We also had great credit, which we had both completely destroyed in our youth. We planned to start a small business. Researched how to form the LLC and studied the heck out of how taxes worked. Today we are reaching our third year and a good chunk of our business debt is paid off. There's a nice amount of cashflow (Considering we've never done anything like this before and grew up poor as heck). but so much of it goes toward the loan which will soon be paid off. Once that debt is paid, we'll be able to expand and there’s no telling what the future will bring. Neither of us want to take money from the business. We’re two guys who grew up with nothing now watching their tree begin to grow fruit and water itself.

It had occurred to me that I only ever got into my profession because I needed to get out of poverty. I had finally gained some traction in life and two things became apparent: I have found success in areas of my life in which I applied myself. And secondly: this shit takes a long time. Anyway, I had contemplated a return to school over the years and have finally done that. This time, I am easily able to pay for my classes (Unlike when I was a broke misguided youth working for minimum wage). Unlike before, this time I am going after a profession that will pay well and best utilize my talents. Whereas before, I went to school to get into the most-easily obtained skilled profession that would get me out of poverty. Fuck my free-time. What am I gonna do, play video games and watch Nova? I already enjoy reading so going through the course material and textbooks comes naturally.

In a few short years after quitting drinking, my life went from throwing shit at a wall as fast as possible and seeing what stuck – to being so incredibly busy that my time has become valuable and it’s forced me to learn to better schedule and triage my responsibilities. But I’d rather have the problem of being too busy than be faced with the death and decay that is boredom.

My wife and I are finally talking about having children and I cannot wait. Although I do want to move us into a better neighborhood. I’ve learned life is not a bunch of front-loaded work and then you relax. No, life is a constant stream of learning and development. We strive for work and fulfillment and we don’t want to corrupt that drive with drugs and alcohol. Anyway, thank you for reading and letting me share. Typing this up has revitalized my spirits and reminded me why I keep working.

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The effects of the clot-shot are now putting hospitals under more strain than they EVER were during the "plandemic".

The "cure" is proving to be 100x worse than the "disease" ever was.

There was a video recently of a nurse saying that she was one of only 3 unvaccinated nurse at the hospital, and what she was observing there.

We’re approaching the time when they won’t have any choice but to come clean.

Which means we're also about due for another (real or faked) false flag mass casualty event to distract us from hanging them all.