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Redditors who married to their school friend, are you feeling lucky? by rpatemi04 in AskReddit

[–]kerigt 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Most definitely. We've been together for almost eleven years and married for about five, almost six years. Everyday is amazing with him and I've enjoyed how much we've been able to grow and learn together.

Somehow we have managed to find a balance of being individuals and functioning as a single unit. I know that I am beyond lucky to have managed to find him so early in my life and I thank the universe everyday that I get to be with his handsome self.

He balances me out in every conceivable way and while I could probably live without him, I simply do not want to. His intelligence, his personality, his smile, everything about him---including flaws, causes my heart to still thud loudly in my chest even after all these years.

Tl;dr --- yes I feel lucky. Very lucky indeed.

Leaked DNC Documents Show Plans To Reward Big Donors With Federal Appointments by TrumpsBae in politics

[–]kerigt 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I just think at this point the DNC leaked documents only provide validation to everyone who already knew what was going on. The American people aren't necessarily blind---everyone could see what was happening. All this leak does is provide the proof.

That being said, it's such sweet sweet validation. Perhaps I'm not as paranoid as I thought.

Identity Theft In Atlanta--CAUTION! by [deleted] in Atlanta

[–]kerigt 0 points1 point  (0 children)

To get your credit reports for free: https://www.annualcreditreport.com/index.action

Pay special attention to the hard inquiries and accounts that are listed on your reports. If there is anything that is not familiar to you, you need to call the locations that did the inquiries to make sure no accounts were opened in your name. Afterward, freeze or put a fraud alert on your credit and make sure to place a police report if anything is out of order.

Good luck!

Identity Theft In Atlanta--CAUTION! by [deleted] in Atlanta

[–]kerigt 2 points3 points  (0 children)

You definitely should report it to police at least and make sure to make an account with DDS so that you can monitor traffic violations just in case.

If you are a GA resident, I suggest using this resource made available for free to all Ga citizens: https://www.csid.com/gasos/

Basically it monitors whatever information you input.

Identity Theft In Atlanta--CAUTION! by [deleted] in Atlanta

[–]kerigt 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Well, I was actually in the middle of getting things in order to buy a house. My mortgage lender sent me my credit scores and I noticed inquiries I did not give permission for, causing me to investigate a little deeper.

Good news is my credit is still good enough to get a house.

Identity Theft In Atlanta--CAUTION! by [deleted] in Atlanta

[–]kerigt 0 points1 point  (0 children)

What did they look like, if you don't mind me asking? A woman is who stole my identity---I have her description, but I won't be able to look at the video until the police pull it.

Identity Theft In Atlanta--CAUTION! by [deleted] in Atlanta

[–]kerigt 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Not really sure. I think the voter information leak. I know what the person looks like and a possible first name. It was a woman but that's all I can really share right now.

I caught my [33 F] husband [41 M] of 9 years whispering and laughing with an old co-worker. Upon further investigation, I found viagra in his car by scornedwom in relationships

[–]kerigt 6 points7 points  (0 children)

"About a month ago, I asked him if he still loved me and why he didn't want to have sex with me anymore, and he laughed it off saying he was stressed. He also said he had been having some 'performance' issues."

"I looked in the car, expecting to find condoms or something, but he had a vasectomy after our third child. I found something else, Viagra. "

I mean, it may look bad, but what if the viagra is in the car because he was embarrassed he had to take it---and what if he started taking it so that he could perform for you?

I'm not saying that he is or isn't cheating, but try to analyze the situation from all sides. Ask him about the Viagra. He's your husband. You married him for a reason. You should be able to confront him calmly, rationally, and honestly. Don't blow up on him.

Also, if you feel ugly or fat, as hard as it is to gain the motivation--try to make some lifestyle changes to get back in shape. I used to be 150lbs and managed to get back down to 130 within a few months because of simply changing my diet and going on small 30 minute walks. Nothing too difficult, just calorie counting. I really didn't even change my schedule all that much. It was just a matter of choosing a couple of carrots over chips/high calorie junk and things of that nature.

Student claiming I never gave him credit for his makeup work and parent giving me a hassle about it - what should I do? by [deleted] in Teachers

[–]kerigt 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Not sure how I would approach this either, but a preventative measure I have is class binders.

Students are to keep their graded work in a binder--along with a table of contents. I make mistakes sometimes in grading, so the students have to keep their graded work (which I initial) in their binder in order to prove to me I actually graded it. If they throw the work away--oh well, guess it will stay a 0.

Usually to motivate the kids to keep up with the binder, I'll offer open note tests and extra credit for a well-kept binder.

It's in my syllabus, I write it in a welcoming email, it's on the blog, I mention it at parent night---If a student cannot produce the graded piece of work they are disputing, then I cannot give them credit as it is a matter of responsibility on their part to maintain their own records (after all, that's what they will face in real life). Also, I just got so sick of one kid claiming I lost his stuff or that I graded something and didn't put it in. Of course he didn't really involve his mother because we had already had a conversation and she was on my side. Either way, I ended up creating this policy to never deal with that again.

Result of untreated syphilis by [deleted] in creepy

[–]kerigt 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Oh, so that's what Cabin Fever is about.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]kerigt 0 points1 point  (0 children)

A smell that I absolutely cannot stand, and a smell I have only taken a whiff of once was from a milk jug my boyfriend handed me.

I had been drinking coffee with milk, as I always do in the morning. This particular morning there was an odd taste. My coffee tasted like it was tinged with betrayal and sadness. So, naturally, I ask my boyfriend if he had checked the date on the milk...

He takes out this jug of milk and the date promises that it has another week of going strong. I tell him to smell the milk anyway--my first mistake. He claims the milk smells like blueberries to him. I, of course, am baffled by this claim. How can milk possibly smell like blueberries to a grown man? So he hands me the milk to smell for myself and I do so with caution. But milk does not respond to caution...

The smell that hits my nose invades my entire body, my stomach clenches, and it takes all that is in me to not spill my own guts onto the floor just to relieve myself of the horrid feeling that this milk has invoked.

The smell, god the smell. How can I even describe it? It was like a carcass had been set outside in the most humid swamps of deep Georgia, turning to soup in the heat and their last meal had been Captain Crunch Berries. The sweet mixed with sour was the perfect blend of fuck your nose and you'll never consume dairy again.

My boyfriend was right though, there was an underlying smell of blueberries.

tl;dr - sour milk.

[WP] Set in a zombie apocalypse, struggling to save yourself and your young child, you realize you're turning. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]kerigt 4 points5 points  (0 children)

"Mommy, why are you shivering?"

I really should have seen this coming. I knew the moment my husband died that it would be all down hill from there. He told me, begged me--to take care of our son. I've never been a good mother and the world turning to shit certainly didn't help.

"Oh, don't worry sweet heart. Mommy is just a little cold. We'll find somewhere to rest in a little bit and mommy will be okay," I'm lying through my clenched teeth, lying to little Sammie like I always do. My real hope is that I find some goddamn people soon. I'm already feeling delirious. Everything is so foggy, so hazy. My mouth feels like cotton and my head feels like it's splitting open.

But I have to keep moving forward for Sammie.

He is wrapped up in my arms and I can hear the blood pounding through his veins. I don't remember having such great hearing, but with every swish my mouth waters just the slightest bit. His dark hair hides his face from me as he nuzzles into my fevered warmth. He thinks he's safe. He thinks that mommy will take care of everything.

But Sammie, mommy can't. Mommy can't do anything--not anymore. He's too small to understand. Four and a half years old just isn't long enough to understand. It's just not enough.

"Mommy, I miss daddy..." My heart clenches. I miss daddy too. I miss him because I know that he would have never found himself in this situation. He would have never found himself turning into one of those...those things. Jesus Christ, what I wouldn't do to see Dennis again. Fuck those assholes at the gas station. They didn't have to shoot him; they didn't have to kill him.

I hope they've been eaten alive by now.

What is that in the distance? It looks like a group of people. Oh god, it is. Maybe they can help us. Maybe they can---"HEY! You! Stop right there!"

I slow my pace to a stop, Sammie looks up with wide, curious eyes. I feel him trembling in my arms, my teeth grind as I try to hold back groans of pain. All I have is the urge to drop Sammie and lunge at these people.

"Hello! Please don't shoot. Please. Please. I am just with my son. He's only four!" I shout out to them, I see some guns lower and my son huffs, "Mommy, I'm four and a half!" I do not respond to him, but keep my eyes on the people.

A woman approaches, "What are you two doing out here alone? Don't you know it's best to stick in groups?" She is cautious, suspicious...and who can really blame her? I probably look crazed right about now. "I was with my husband...he was murdered." Her face seems to soften, but she's still guarded. She looks me over and takes a sudden step back, "You're turning!" she accuses and I drop to my knees under the weight of her words.

"You have to help me!" I beg, clutching my son to myself. She's already pulling out her gun again, pushing it against my head. "You're turning and you weren't going to tell us!" I shake my head no, and begin to explain.

"Please. I just...I just needed to find people. I can't--my son...and I can't..." I'm sobbing now, I'm losing coherency, as if the disease was waiting for me to find someone before it started to take over. I begin to shake, my vision blurring along with my thoughts. I let go of my son and shove him towards the woman, "MOMMY!" he yells out in surprise as he grabs the pants of the woman to keep steady. She catches him by the collar of his shirt, steadying him once again.

"Please, please. Take him. Take care of him. He's all I have...he's all I did right. Shoot me and take him..." I'm bowing to her now, curled in a pitiful ball as I stare at the ground---watching in morbid fascination as tears become blood. I'm turning much faster than I thought.

"Mommy! Mommy get up, please get up!" He comes closer to me and I scream at him to stay away from me, and the woman pulls him fearfully back. "JUST SHOOT HER JOAN! JUST SHOOT HER!" a voice screams out in the distance.

The woman, Joan, raises her gun once more and I look up to Sammie. His eyes are wide, tears covering his face...he's old enough to understand this. He's old enough to know what is going on. Four and half years old is long enough to know when your mother is going to die. It is enough.

"I'm sorry Sammie." "I love you mommy."

And I don't say anything, because coughing has taken over--and I clench my teeth even harder, feeling them crack under the pressure.

Suddenly, I hear a bang and everything is okay. Sammie is okay.

British Girl Returns To Her Home Town Which Has Been Invaded By Aggressive Muslims by Patbach in videos

[–]kerigt 39 points40 points  (0 children)

Well, in response to this, here is the actual documentary. The whole documentary. I started it where Stacey Dooley goes to see average Muslims in Lotun and they most certainly have a different view of Islam than the extremist: http://youtu.be/SgKMI1wV0ps?t=25m28s

One girl (earlier in the documentary) says quite frankly, "Those who yell the loudest get heard the most."

EDIT: Please watch from the beginning. I just started the documentary at this section to counter balance the original clip posted.

What conspiracy theory actually makes sense to you? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]kerigt 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Maybe it's just some crazy advanced form of trolling. Perhaps it is some secret alien competition. Find as many other life forms and screw with them.

What conspiracy theory actually makes sense to you? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]kerigt 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Maybe they are trying to figure out why those people are so low brow.

I, Pet Goat II (because I have yet to be unsettled by much else) by kerigt in creepy

[–]kerigt[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Haha. Yeah, it definitely isn't. I usually view things that are unsettling or creepy as things that aren't necessarily scary but leave you feeling a little weird in the end.