Lisa P.

@CoffindafferFBI Thank you for the truth.

@LisaAtThePort Thank you for your trust. So glad to have you here.

Nancy Guthrie Take 2 tweet 1 - According to Sheriff Nanos, no one was detained last night in Nancy's case despite some people in social media reporting this. 2 - People have been asking about those originally detained, including delivery driver Carlos Palazuelos. Some were asking why anyone was detained and released. The FBI and LE must follow-up on all reports about men who resemble Porch Guy. That is the only reason people and their associates have been detained. No one has been detained since February on the case. The only current updates are that: *DNA has been sent to the FBI Lab. *There was a hair recovered from Nancy's house that they are testing. *5 labs are working to analyze DNA from Nancy's house. #NancyGuthrie

@G_celloman5th @PolkCoSheriff I speak from experience smartass. Get back to being a troll.

@LisaAtThePort @PolkCoSheriff The minute I saw a cat picture, I knew it would be a Karen spewing her opinion about a kid she doesn't even know. Cheers, enjoy your kids, i mean cats. Woops

On Wednesday, April 15th, at around 4 pm, a PCSO deputy conducted a traffic stop on a white Toyota SUV that was traveling on I-4 near Davenport. The driver of the Toyota was identified as 19-year old Rolando Juliuz Pichardo, Jr. of Palm Bay (Brevard County). The deputy discovered that Pichardo was driving on a suspended driver's license. Records showed that the license was suspended on March 30, 2026, because Pichardo failed to pay for a speeding citation in Brevard County. The deputy provided Pichardo a Notice to Appear for Driving While License Suspended/Revoked, and informed him that he should phone a friend to pick him up, because he was not allowed to drive. The traffic stop was concluded. About ten minutes later, Pichardo was pulled over by a different deputy about two miles down the road. Hearing the description of the vehicle over the radio for the traffic stop, the first deputy drove to the scene and confirmed that it was the same person he pulled over earlier. Upon seeing this, the deputy from the first traffic stop told Rolando Pichardo he was being #ArrestedByThePolkCountySheriffsOffice for Driving While License Suspended/Revoked. And for whatever reason, Pichardo told the arresting deputy that he was, "too pretty to go to jail." Despite that, Pichardo was taken to the Sheriff's Processing Center and booked-in and had his pretty face photographed. #PCSO #PolkSheriff

@eatinerni @_we_love_food No I haven’t! What is it?

@LisaAtThePort @_we_love_food You ever had a Polish boy before?

Do you like Fish Taco?

@Michaeljos92972 Wow….. I understand this way more than I want to.

NEGOTIATING DEATH AND GRIEF AT 70. by Michael Whelan For thirty days, I have not had a single hour untouched by Rebecca. Not a moment where her absence did not sit beside me like an uninvited philosopher, asking questions I cannot answer. Questions that feel less like thoughts and more like cross-examinations of my soul. What is a life when its witness is gone? What is love when it no longer has a place to land? I used to believe grief was an emotion. Something that rose and fell, like weather passing through. But this—this is not weather. This is climate. It is constant. It reshapes the terrain of my days, erodes the edges of who I once was. If Socrates were sitting across from me now, he wouldn’t offer comfort. He would ask me why I believe my suffering is unique. And I would answer him plainly: Because it is happening to me. And yet, he would press further. Is it the loss that wounds you, or the meaning you have attached to it? Is your pain rooted in her absence, or in the life you can no longer live? And here is where I would falter. Because at seventy, grief is not theoretical. It is not an idea to be debated in a courtyard. It is a lived, breathing thing. It wakes up with me. It follows me into every quiet room. It sits beside me when I stare at nothing, trying to remember what purpose used to feel like. At thirty, I imagine grief still negotiates with the future. It argues, bargains, reshapes itself into something survivable. There are still places to go, people to meet, roles to play. But at seventy, grief does not negotiate. It declares. It says: This was your life. This was your love. And now it is over. I rarely do not think about her. About the tragedy of her ending. About the slow, cruel unraveling that led us here. And in the silence that follows those thoughts, another question rises—quieter, but more dangerous: What now? Not in the practical sense. Not the tasks, the paperwork, the obligations that come with death. But in the deeper, more unsettling sense—what is the purpose of a life that has already fulfilled its greatest meaning? Socrates might say that to examine life is to find truth. But what if the truth is unbearable? What if the examination reveals that I am not just grieving Rebecca… I am grieving the man I was when she was alive? Because without her, I am unrecognized even to myself. And yet, somewhere in this relentless questioning, there is a thin thread of clarity. Not hope—no, not yet. But something quieter. An understanding that grief, at this age, is not a problem to be solved. It is a truth to be endured. A final, profound lesson in love’s cost. And perhaps that is the last dialogue I will ever have— not with Socrates, not with the world— but with the echo of a life that once made perfect sense, and now asks me, every day, to go on without it.

@CoffindafferFBI Wow….. He was caught off guard but by his reaction he knew what he had done.

And to think Chad Allen Carr was a mayor... So many charges involving sexual crimes against minors. He is being held without bail: "To ensure safety of children in the community." Yuck. #chadallencarr #Pennsylvania

@r0ck3t23 Haven’t felt that way since I was a kid. Wow…. but you haven’t had the tragedy in your life that I’ve had in mine.

Elon Musk just diagnosed the disease no one admits they have. Life has become a triage ward. Pay the bill. Dodge the crisis. Survive the week. Repeat until dead. Musk: “Life cannot just be about solving one miserable problem after another. That can’t be the only thing.” Most people can name every problem they are running from. They cannot name a single thing they are running toward. That is the disease. You did not lose your purpose. You replaced it with maintenance. Musk: “There need to be things that inspire you. That make you glad to wake up in the morning and be part of humanity.” Glad to be part of humanity. When was the last time you felt that. Not relief. Not distraction. Not the dull numbness of a weekend burning down to Sunday night. Actual gladness that you exist. Most people cannot answer that question. Not because the answer is painful. Because they have never been asked. We have spent decades staring at the floor. Sweeping the same dirt into the same corner of the same room. Musk quotes Tsiolkovsky: “Earth is the cradle of humanity, but you cannot stay in the cradle forever.” The cradle is warm. The cradle is safe. The cradle is small. And a species that refuses to leave it is not being cautious. It is dying slowly in the only room it has ever known. Musk: “It is time to go forth, become a starfaring civilization… and expand the scope and scale of human consciousness.” Look up tonight. Billions of galaxies. Trillions of stars. An ocean of light stretching 93 billion light years in every direction. And one tiny wet rock figured out how to wonder why it exists. We are not passengers on this planet. We are the universe waking up. And right now the only conscious thing in the universe is trapped in one room arguing about the electricity bill. The problems will never end. There will always be another fire. But you were not built to fight fires. The universe was dark for 13.8 billion years. Then it opened one eye. You.

@CoffindafferFBI I just don’t understand. When did it become common place for people to be a murderer?!?

More on the arrest of D4vd. May justice be served for Celeste Rivas. #CelesteRivas #D4vd

@slater57649 Damn, she’s a badass!!! Go Grandma!!!

Da faq going on here. I just almost fell over puttin on me jeans

@ThatEricAlper Our only popcorn machine was my Mom. Just saying….

@jvbt82hhs Those blasted fried chicken livers!!! My Mom always made the pan cream gravy, over rice. The rice and gravy I could eat always, the liver? Forget about it!!!

#QOTD What is/was your father’s favorite food? My father loved to eat & these were his favorites, from top to bottom. Please comment or gif as you wish…

@jvbt82hhs I hope you’re sharing.

What’s for supper?

@Matt_Pinner Thank you.

if someone tells you, "you're weird," what would you reply with ???

@davidsupercat Goodnight you handsome whiskered kitty.🐾❤️

Goodnight everyone! 😸 #Benji

@hwinkler4real Most everyone that has struggled through the video says the same…..

Stop TALKING

@MikeBales My Dad taught me basic car repairs. To always be respectful because I was representing his name. To love my Mom and take care of my siblings. He didn’t tell me very often that he loved me. But I knew he did. He was and will always be my hero.

Man to man: You should know how to change a tire, restart a hot water heater, fix a leaking faucet, love unconditionally, treat others with respect, change an air filter, possess firearm skills, give an amazing hug, mow the lawn, and shake hands firmly.

@LASHYBILLS I’m just hoping the guy lived…..

Dude may have deserved everything he got depending on what he did but posting this.......Stupid AF

@Smitty68WF2 We would grab a map, draw a line, and hit the road to flow it. I miss those days.

Have a Good Friday everyone.

@catshealdeprsn My cat would have flung that foam all over the room….

So that's where all the soap went!

@LASHYBILLS What I wouldn’t do just to give my Dad one more hug. 💔

A daughter shows affection to her father on her birthday