Becky Koenig
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Becky Koenig
@BeckyKoenig4
Mommy,sister,aunt,friend,nurse,Catholic,dog lover,
Indianapolis, IN Katılım Kasım 2016
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@MrsErikaKirk Your attempt to be a political influencer feels so disingenuous
You didn’t tweet this much when Charlie was alive
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@TootyTracksuit @MrsErikaKirk LOL!!!! Your reply was there! I didn't look for you either!
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@BeckyKoenig4 @MrsErikaKirk The algorithm forces her shit in our faces. You think I went to her page to see this? 😂 You could say the same for yourself being in my comment that you don't like. Hypocrite bitch much?
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Regardless of the outcome of Spencer Pratt’s race, what he’s doing is authentically American. See a problem, become a part of the solution. His campaign ads are unconventional, but that’s the point; it’s refreshing. Instead of speaking like a career politician, he’s speaking as an American who sees and deeply understands how fragile the simple things in life are when leadership fails.
This is what this country is all about. Citizens willing to step into the political arena, unafraid, and challenge a failing system, much like the one that has destroyed Los Angeles. I hope moments like this inspire more Americans to throw their names into the mix, run for office, get involved and stand up for what makes this country exceptional.
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@LeahRain77 You did the right thing! Mom acts like a petulant child when departing the plane
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This woman purchased a window seat on an airplane months in advance, and she did so because she sometimes gets Air sick and looking out the window helps with that. A family comes to sit on the other side of the aisle from her.. A mom and dad and small baby girl . The baby starts crying as she wants the window seat. The father asks this passenger. Would she mind getting up? She explains. I don’t want to do that because I do get Air sick and I specifically purchased the seat for that reason..
She held her ground and did not give up her seat. Of course the family was aggravated and giving her dirty looks, and had some things to say about her as they were leaving the plane..
My question is do you think she was right to hold her ground? I do I think it’s very insensitive of parents to put out other people because their child is not well behaved.
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@MaryamF12389 OK so what's the correct answer ? My first guess and answer was Iowa
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@TrumpsHurricane Tall fences, and a lot of acres. They wouldn't want to live around you either
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So in December 2025 my daughter told us she had melanoma and it had metastasized to her lung, left breast and colon, needless to say we were devastated. She had surgery for the cancer in her colon and it was successful. She started treatment for the cancer in her lung and breast and after 2 treatments the cancer shrunk from 6cm to 4cm, so we had a ray of hope. She began having issues with her hemoglobin dropping after treatments. She had to start blood transfusion to bring her numbers up, this happened after every treatment. This began to take its toll on Natalie. She would visit me at the coffee shop and began to cry and it broke my heart. We have had our church people all praying for her along with hundreds more, including friends and family. Tonight my daughter face timed me (something she never does) and she was crying, my heart almost stopped beating, I was afraid that she was about to tell us the cancer had spread. She wiped her eyes and said the doctor had sent an email to Eddy (her husband) and said he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to tell him that Natalie was 100% cancer FREE. This was incredible news. I made this post just to testify to the glory of God that miracles still happen. We give God all the glory. During the call with my daughter I could see that twinkle back in her eyes, it had not been there for several months. I am beside myself with joy and look forward to seeing her beautiful smile. I want everyone to celebrate with us and give God the glory.
Credit: Ronnie Echols via FB

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@Mappy6984 WTF??? Is she supposed to be funny? Because she's not
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@Sofia50020Sofia Security cameras and keep watching my dog. Oh and prayers for their neighbors
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@adamcarolla Yep, he is. Just making sure he's in the news. Tough times for him. Isn't Caroline Kennedy Schlossburg his mother?
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@Geniustechw Not enough staff, some may be reserved. Tell them the truth!!!!
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@RealJamesWoods I don't like the "B" word. It really seems to lower the comments. Other than that I agree 💯
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14 months actually.
Between the Botox and the madness don’t these bitches always look like their faces don’t fit?
Libs of TikTok@libsoftiktok
BREAKING UPDATE: Desiree Segari, the Florida woman who called for Trump supporters to be SHOT, has been sentenced to 13 months in prison.
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@KatTimpf There are simply no words. I feel your loss. I so wanted my parents, and new born granddaughter to spend time together. My Dad never saw his 2 great- grandchildren be born. My Mom only saw them for a few months. It's been so difficult. Praying for you and your family
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My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.
It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.
The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.
The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.
In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.
The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.
I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.
That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.
I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.
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