DIY Gel ice pack

​Protip: Make your own reusable gel ice pack. 


  • 2 parts dish soap 
  • 1 part alcohol 
  • Squish air out, then seal into plastic baggy. 
  • Freeze. 
  • Enjoy.

Civic duty

​We, as private citizens of the nation, possess a CIVIC DUTY to serve as the checks and balances to corrupt behavior. I learned this very young, both in middle school and at home.
The man I call my dad was a police officer. My ex husband was a police officer. I come from a family with large and broad range of military and police careers. I absolutely support my LEO’S and military. 
These men and women also instilled in me the deep conviction of standing up for right over wrong. When I see wrong, I speak up. I don’t criticize all cops. I question behavior that appears to go against the concept of being a “peace” officer. 
We are not at war. They are not soldiers, although a great many do end up in law enforcement after their service time. Therefore, they are supposed to keep the peace.
 EVERY person as the presumption of innocence, that’s why we have procedures in place called due process. Police are to be held to a higher standard, strictly because they do carry weapons daily, and they DO have immense power of authority. Theirs is the greater burden, not only of responsibility, but also morality, critical thinking, and behavior. 
If I witness a scene unfolding before me that appears civilly wrong, or excessive from the attending officer, yes I WILL speak up. And -unfortunately- in this day and age, will likely need to begin filming. I have a 100% duty as a witness and citizen to question behavior appearing gross, negligent, or abusive. 
ANY officer who is conducting himself in a manner befitting a public safety officer does have the onus of de-escalating potentially dangerous situations with the MINIMUM use of force and resources. Lately it seems the majority have it backwards. They START with the maximum use of force, and then play C.Y.A. afterwards.

The terrorists won 

Today is September 11th. 

It was 15 years ago that America was attacked, systematically, in three bold strikes, using airplanes. One hit the Pentagon, and the other 2 hit the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York City. 

Most any of us who were alive then can tell you where they were when “it” happened. My social media feeds are saturated with memories. In years past I’ve recounted my own remembrance of “where were you.” I, myself, have urged my fellow Americans to “Remember the Maine!” 

But here’s the thing, the unpopular opinion. 

The terrorists won. 

Hear me out before you nest my neck on the guillotine block. 

We vowed that day, and in the days that followed, to unify, to stand together as Americans, with one voice, as one nation, indivisible. Where are we now, as opposed to 15 years ago? We’re still fractured. We’re not unified. We’re terrified. 

That’s the very definition of terrorism. To instill terror in someone, and in such a way that they’ll always be afraid. That’s what we’ve become. We aren’t confident as a nation. We don’t stand together. We react with an irrational anger that’s born of fear. 

 We rip each other apart, on social media, in person, and like swarming piranhas, we feed off the dead or wounded until there isn’t even a bone left. 

Look at this presidential campaign, how it’s polarized people. We’ve got a man refusing to help a stranded woman, because her bumper sticker endorsed a person he’s against. He freely admitted it, and it just didn’t matter to him that this was a person, not just in need of help, but who was paying for it. All he saw was a political difference. 

We’ve got children who receive notes threatening them with lynching, because they wore a football jersey of someone whom their parents have told them is a worthless piece of unpatriotic shit when he used his freedom to silently protest against police brutality. 

Unity? You couldn’t put a Democrat and a Republican together in a life raft and expect either of them to survive. They’d be too busy trying to each figure out a way to be the ‘only’ survivor to ever work together to row themselves to safety. 

Don’t get me wrong. America’s great when it comes to tragedy. We will work together when crises happen. It’s the aftermath that tells the truth. We don’t keep seeing each other as human souls, we go right back to the same paranoid, suspicious, rabid pack of hyenas, looking to scavenge what we can from everyone else, and DAMNED if anyone speaks out against the status quo. 

We didn’t go back to flying confidently. We endure the embarrassing searches, humiliating as it can be. We don’t look out for each other’s kids. We film it and publicly shame them, and even when proven wrong, don’t you dare apologize. Oh no, you have no right to expect that. 

Al-Quaeda accomplished what they set out to do 15 years ago. They terrorized us. 

And we still react as if we’re afraid. 

I don’t know the solution. I just see what is going on around me. But sooner or later, we have got to stop reacting, and start living again. We need to look at a person and see just a person. Not a “black” person, or a “white” person, not assuming something negative about how they may have gotten here. 

What is, is. What exists, exists. Terry Goodkind wrote those words in one of his books. I keep reminding myself of that. It’s a good piece of wisdom. 

Remove the Mask — The Cracked Lens View

show me your insides with all of your faults and flaws fully on display and showing me the real you keep nothing hidden away so I can embrace and fall in love with the you that is fully you not just the mask that’s displayed portrayed to everyone else ~~~~ ©AC Elliott & The Cracked […]

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“We the p… corporations” — OurSundyBest

Hello America. How are you? Drew here. Trae is still super busy and Corey is still not super, so you’re stuck with me. Did yuns know I am a lawyer? Sure explains why I’m kinda an asshole, huh? Or is it the other way round? Well anyway, I am. I was licensed in three states […]

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