Husband sent me this pic that he found on the site formerly known as Twitter. I'm impressed that they either found sock yarn/#10 thread in dayglo yellow, or that they used basic cotton thread and found dayglo yellow fabric dye.
And here I sit with a laser pointer in my lap. Crazy cat lady by day, cyberpunk by night.
Surprisingly, yes. The holy grail of magnet fishing enthusiasts are weapons (that are then usually turned over to police).
Do you make it on the stove, in a crock pot, or outside in a big pot over a fire? Where I grew up, everyone did the latter, the old fashioned way. Would turn it into a big friends & family get together and take turns stirring.
"Stop messing around, Groot."
I haven't tried metal detecting, but we went magnet fishing once. Caught lots of fish hooks and one mostly rusted but still intact shock absorber.
Dad let me watch Poltergeist when I was 6 and Mom let me watch The Shining when I was 7. I was also 7 when the Thriller video came out, and I think that scared me more.
They already have our email addresses and our mobile numbers. They should be sending us calendar invites, not some scrap of cardstock I'm gonna lose. My therapist has a system that sends text reminders. Why is my doctor not up to speed.
The tightest end dump pile is still a fat line.
This is an amusing sentence out of context.
Scavengers Reign. So so good.
Car started doing weird things at a red light last week. I got the turn arrow as power steering was failing, but managed to get out of the main road and into a service road before the remaining battery completely expired. My alternator had died. I was glad not to have to manually push the car out of the road. It was raining.
Called a friend to see if they could come help us get it the rest of the way into a parking lot. Their parents had the kids and they were pondering what to do for their date night. They came to our rescue. Heart them the most.
We turned it into a double date and treated them to dinner. They called AAA for us and gave us a tow to the repair shop.
Maybe it wanted to turn around. Busch Gardens is just 40 miles back.
...The semi was headed west when its raised bed slammed into the overhead sign near mile marker 200 as it approached the I-64/I-295 split.
Virginia State Police said the crash happened shortly after 9:30 a.m.
"The cab continued on and then stopped, obviously, because it had separated from the bed of the tractor-trailer," Matt Demlein, a spokesperson for Virginia State Police, said. "We're still investigating as to what led up to it actually hitting the sign. It was empty at the time."
Troopers do not know why the bed was raised or how long it was up before the crash. But officials said the truck had stopped at a weigh station about a mile earlier, which is equipped with cameras...
Imagine a moonshiner so notorious, so untouchable, that even the law couldn’t haul her in. Picture a whiskey queen who ruled from a rugged fortress in rural Tennessee, and that’s where history buffs will learn of the legendary Mahala Mullins.
Catch-able, But Not Fetch-able Mahala Mullins wasn’t your average moonshiner. In fact, through the mid-1800s she was one of the most notorious bootleggers and sellers of illicit whiskey in Tennessee. It wasn’t that the government didn’t know about her. They did. It’s just that, whenever they came to arrest her, they couldn’t quite get her out of the house and down the rugged Appalachian Mountains.
Records report that she had a dozen warrants for her arrest, and numerous treks by officers were made through the 16 miles of remote Hancock County backwoods to her cabin. So even if the revenue agents made it all the way up to her house, they’d never be able to lug her back down. Because of this, lawmen would say she’s “Catch-able, but not Fetch-able” due to her tipping the scales at more than 600 pounds. Mullins would even taunt them by saying, “Take me if you can.”
Working from Home Sometime after giving birth to her 19th child, Mahala was infected with elephantiasis, which permanently enlarged her. Eventually, she grew too large to move from bed. And from her bedside, she’d pour and sell whiskey in large quantities to locals, confident in her immunity from any sort of punishment. At the time, moonshine was noted as a way to “let loose,” medicinal, a cleaning agent, or a preservative. Mahala’s famous pear brandy brought in customers from all across the mountains.
Mullins was too large to be moving around the home. So, she took on the entrepreneurial mountain woman spirit of conducting operations that supported her large family from her bedside. She was often open in saying that it was not wrong for her to make a living in that manner. Mahala’s cabin was a special reserve for her, as her husband and sons had lost their lives in mountain fights and were buried in the backyard so that she could gaze at their gravesites from her bedside.
Mullins always seemed to be confined to the mountaintop ridge in which she lived, having spent her childhood and adult life within a three-mile radius, never venturing to town or seeing a railway train. However, she delighted in visitors and conversations, having been known for telling a great story and offering cookies and milk to her guests.
Around age 75, Mullins passed away and was removed from her cabin through a hole that is now occupied by a chimney. She was buried in her four-poster bed beside her late husband and sons along the ridge on the homestead.
Melungeons in Appalachia Mullins was also noted as one of the most famous Melungeons of her time. Melungeon is a term that first appeared in print in the 19th century, used in Virginia, Tennessee, and North Carolina to describe people of mixed ancestry. The Hancock Couny area was known to host one of the largest populations of Melungeon people in the country. Melungeons were considered to have a mixture of European, Native American, and African ancestry. And, Mahala Mullins was just as about as mysterious as her heritage.
Mahala Mullins Cabin The cabin has been relocated to town and into a museum that tells the story of Mahala and the area. Vardy Community Historical Society 3845 Vardy Blackwater Road Sneedville, TN 37869
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Ebay reports income if you sell over $20,000 [edit: earned in 1 calendar year], and then once you're on their 1099 list, you don't come off it even if you sell less. The actual IRS 1099 reporting threshold is just $600 per year. Ebay is appealing to the IRS to try to limit their reporting burden. They will eventually have to report all sellers that exceed $600, but they keep getting that pushed back.
FB also issues 1099s now for sellers. I am not sure what their made up threshold is, but Marketplace has asked me for my tax info. I just took my things down and told it that I hadn't sold them through Marketplace. And I just noticed what linearchaos suggested... list the item as 'ask for price'. That may cut down on potential customers though. I know I scroll past items that want me to ask for price.
Do not worry if you sell enough to be issued a 1099. As mentioned before, you can subtract the cost you paid for the items, all ebay and paypal fees, and even shipping costs if you don't charge separately for it, likely resulting in an overall loss. So no tax likely. Tax is only calculated on net income. If you start flipping obscure items of value from thrift stores, then you might get into taxable net income territory.
Finally, to your question on does it count against your unemployment benefits. Likely. However, Ebay/FB don't report their 1099 vendors until mid- to late- January 2025 for annual 2024 payments. The reporting deadline is Jan 31. So you don't have to worry about it until then, and again only if you exceed their made up thresholds for sales.