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Jul 27, 2009 04:44PM
awesome. they had stuff like that in england, we had like roast beef chips one night. they don't have any of that here, its kind of annoying cause they are so tasty and we have all kinds of other junk food, i don't know why they discriminate against the awesome roast chicken and pickle chips, you could put them between bread and make a roast chicken pickle sandwich.
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You want to know what's scary? I know people who make sandwiches with chips. Why bother with the bread? Honestly, you only need the chips.
i put chips in my tuna sandwich if i don't have pickles and alfalfa sprouts.jeff puts lays potato chips in his peanut butter and jelly, it makes me sick thinking about it.
That's pretty darn gross. The PB & J thing. I can handle the tuna and chips, although pickles are da bomb on a tuna sandwich. I found that lovely concoction when I was pregnant with Courtney.
I was so deprived for so long. We thought mustard sandwiches were brilliant when we were kids. **shivers** I don't know how we ate that.
um... eww. but i hate mustard in pretty much all its forms so that would just be an adult food induced form of torture.
Yeah, I like mustard just not that much. We ate wierd stuff as kids. Bread with milk and sugar. Disgusting, the texture I can't even begin to explain. My brother loved it. We also ate fried bologna and ketchup. I can't even look at it now. Gross.Court eats everything with ranch dressing. If its meat, it gets the ranch. So do fries, veggies(okay), tacos, and much more. I can't complain. She used to dip her food in whatever she was drinking. I mean all of her food. It was the worst. Milk, pop, juice, water, whatever it was she dipped her food in it.
bread with peanut butter and sugar is awesome. i used to put ranch on my mom's spaghetti.
um... the dipping thing is weird, maybe she has a salivary issue and it was too dry for her.
weirdest growing up food. hot rice with milk and sugar, or hot rice with a raw egg cracked into it, the rice cooks the egg, when you are sick. oh silly japanese mommy.
There is a crisp(chip) company here called Walkers and they do some weird flavours - Builders Breakfast(egg,bacon,sausage) - Ploughmans Lunch - Cajan Squirel...
I think there was one called Roadkill (just meaty flavour)
My personal favourite used to be Gammon made by Tudor Crisps - fantastic!
I think there was one called Roadkill (just meaty flavour)
My personal favourite used to be Gammon made by Tudor Crisps - fantastic!
i love that my cubi turned into fat kid central, from homo central.
What's really strange about that is I was a fat kid. Up until about 9 or 10 I couldn't run very well because my thighs rubbed together and used to trip me up. Ahh..childhood. It was so great. Why do parents buy the fat kid a bikini? I don't understand that. Did they think they were funny?
i think that they dont think about it. there are some pictures of me as a kid, and i look healthy i think, i'm in a bikini at the beach in the sad and i look really long and lean, and i remember being told i was fat my whole life by my family and being put on diets and i look at pictures like that and it totally confuses me. i mean i am not skinny by anymeans right now, i am down right pudgy, but i definitely have some body dysmorphia from childhood. thanks dad.
Lauren wrote: "OK, so I still have one more page to write for today, which I fully plan on doing when I go to work in two hours, but I have to tell you all something.i just started going back to college, and am..."
Lauren, good story (referring to the one that you mentioned back at the beginning). Only it is waaaaaay too true. You should talk to my husband. His stories about college are just plain awful.
My parents were the opposite. I think it was a good thing too. I believed I was the hottest little thing. I was gorgeous in my mind even if I was a butterball. And i really was chubby. I have confidence today that i don't think I would have had if I hadn't heard their praise everyday. It wasn't just appearance either. My mom used to listen to the longest stories from me, I'd swear they were true, and she'd say I was so smart for making up such wonderful stories. I'd get mad and run away. Really, in my mind the unicorns were waiting to take over the world.
thats kind of fantastic. my father thinks i'm too idealistic which i find ironic since he is a visual artist.
My mom is someone who doesn't like to be too optimistic, she fears disappointment. but she never passed that on to us. I've always hoped for the best and I really try to see the funny in any situation. When there is no funny I try to make the best of it. That attitude has gotten me through some really tough situations.
totally, i like to think i'm a realist, a where the hell is the other half of my drink kind of person but i tend to bend toward optimism.
I think I'm a realist, I don't go chasing rainbows or anything. Goodness, who has the energy for that? But I like to make the best of things. It could get really depressing if you couldn't find one good thing about each day.
So the only real writing i have done today that wasn't day job related was rewriting Carlos' blurb in On Fiction.
I didn't write either lauren. I made my 50,000 words yesterday, and I just took a break. I did some editing though. That was fun-not.
i kind of dont mind editing, now huge rewrite thats another story, no comment on the progression or lack there of on the mary vs. moses rewrite. oh and don't get me started on the prologue possibility, i have to decide if i am going to take a swing and hinduism, buddhism, egyptian paganism, nordic paganism, celtic lore and other possible dieties including the greeks and romans before i can actually do the prologue.
Certainly have a pop at them all. Fair game,in a fictional and educational kind of way.
Renee wrote: "Yes, do it all. You must."in my sleepy just woke up state i read that with no context, and heard yoda's voice.
I've been mistaken for Yoda often. Often have I been mistaken.
That's it. You know your yoda. I keep wanting to type yada. Weird.
its ok at first i typed yogurt because of spaceballs.
so i went to the gym after work under the guise that it would continue my tiredness and i would come home and pass out. nope wide awake full of jack in the box and still in my bathing suit. i want to go to sleep so i can wake up early and go swimming again before work like i planned today but i don't think that is going to happen. maybe i will read my book, that put me to sleep yesterday, unfortunately it was in the middle of the day and i was at work on my lunch break, but it may be just the sedative i need.
Read a technical manual for anykind. That'll send you right off to Noddy Land.
sadly still awake, 3am here and i am planning on being at the gym by 930.
I get the funny feeling that you won't be firing on all cylinders today, eh?
well... i um... yeah just woke up. guess i'm going after work again. whatever.
Saying hello, I am. Funny to read, you are.
Welcome, are you, to space of my brain.you're yoda was way better.
More practiced, am I.Lucas fans, my boys are.
Ok, so far this month my cubi has gone from super gay, to fat kid, to yoda.it's kind of exciting.
Are you still confused, but going with it?
i think that's kind of the status of my existence. i'm a single heterosexual woman married to a gay man, with a part time job who is going back to school and has a mortgage. who switched majors to creative writing because she couldn't justify finishing her degree in musical theater when she is a member of aftra and sag and has written a musical that she is prepping to take to producers and hopes to open on broadway by 2012.
I just want to quit this daycare shit. But I'm not going back to school.
I'm at my work on my lunch break. Want to walk out and not come back. Same old monotonous grind. 1 to 2 hours in her and the same back home. How do some of these people get a driving licence. I'd say I've done enough school, but I've just finished a course on advanced Internet skills. We always have courses to go on. Some useful, some not.
Where I worked before I had Kennedy we did a lot of courses. It was a hardware store/building center. I worked in the office, I had so many seminars on credit and collections, most of it was repetitive. The courses on windows, painting, building, and such were fascinating. I'm being sarcastic. Oddly enough, the accounting and inventory stuff, I enjoyed. Me, the most disorganized person on the planet loved the very stuff that hinged on organization and accuracy.
I figure if I work really hard then I'll be able to quit my job in about... fourty years or when I die. Whichever comes first.Maybe if this writing thing takes off then I could hire someone to weed with me. THen I'd work just as much, but maybe you could see a difference more.
THe garden is 6 acres. By the time I get back around to where I have already weeded, it's been a couple weeks and the weeds are already well under way.
TO help you know how big an acre is, it is about the same size as a football field.so put 6 of those and you've got the part that is my job.
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