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Two Truths, One Lie.
I’m working on something to post in the story contest. I couldn’t come up with anything, so I’m typing up a few days from an old diary--a sort of slice of my life--throwing in just enough background information for the reader to put the action in context.
Unplugging the phone sounds like something my sister would do...
You can turn off a cell phone, but our old phones have to be unplugged or they’ll ring when somebody calls.
Yup. My dad did that once so no one would call during a movie.
I need to get an answering machine that says, “I’m sorry. The lights are on, but nobody’s home . . .”
My friend used to have one that said, "Welcome to the Russian government," in a terrible accent.1. I eat plain tomato paste.
2. I still write letters.
3. I make loose-leaf tea.
Lol. Once, for a very short amount of time, our answering machine went something like, "No don't answer it! ...We don't want to talk to them." We couldn't keep it though because my dad was using it as a business line at the time.Number 1? And if I'm wrong, than I'm sorry, Edward, but that is just gross. My jaw literally dropped when I read that.
Well, everyone has their quirky tastes, but I agree with you. I eat virtually nothing (outside of dairy and fruit) without spices, and I usually thin the paste first.
I just threw that in there to be funny. I’ve never tried plain tomato paste, but I love tomatoes! Maybe I’ll try it and see if I like it.
Wait, so you have ate plain tomato paste???
I ate it once or twice. I don't eat it regularly.
Why not? I didn't know it was so awful until after I tried it.
But that's just one of those things you just know taste disgusting without actually eating it.
Edward wrote: "Why not? I didn't know it was so awful until after I tried it."Oh, I can’t quit laughing at this!
M wrote: "Edward wrote: "Why not? I didn't know it was so awful until after I tried it."Oh, I can’t quit laughing at this!"
I'm glad ... but it's true.
Oh it is true! I had canned asparagus several years ago and it was disgusting, I couldn't even choke it down (no one could-not even my mom-my dad could but there is no explanation behind that ability). Now, just the other night we had fresh asparagus and, even though I could at least choke it down, it was still gross. I knew it would be disgusting all those years ago just like I knew fresh asparagus would be gross too.
Counterpoint: Liver. Sounds disgusting, doesn't look to good, but is very delicious.
Ack! Gross. I can think of several other things that also apply to this conversation which I will refrain from bringing up.
I love asparagus out of a can!I can’t stand liver but would probably have learned to like it if it weren’t so unhealthy. My grandfather loved it.
I don't think it's unhealthy. I'm not entirely certain what is healthy, but I do know that the USDA's definition is based in absolutely zero science.
Lol.M, one of my little brothers ran around the kitchen table screaming before he even had the asparagus in his mouth. The memory still makes me laugh.
Ew, asparagus is gross. Deep fried asparagus? Yum. Anyways...I have a friend who:
1. aspires to be a photographer and made me do a photo shoot
2. will be a music major but hates choir because most everyone can't sing
3. is deaf and is painstakingly teaching me the ways of sign language
I'm guessing number 1. Lots of aspiring photographers keep taking pictures of inanimate objects. *shakes head
Liver is loaded with the fat that clogs your arteries when you get older. Everyone has to throw a clot sometime, though, and it might as well be from eating what you like.You’re beautiful, Cheyenne! I hope it’s #1. Someday, when you have gray hairs and wrinkles, you’ll come across an old snapshot of yourself and exclaim, “Did I ever look like that?”
M wrote: "fat that clogs your arteries"That is exactly the phrase that the USDA insists on that I'm suspicious of. Ancel Key's "six" country study is bogus (he actually researched twenty-two countries, that showed no trend line) and "research" that showed saturated fat is bad for us started showing up once the research was tied to the funding that was put out there to discover exactly that. After the McGovern Administration established the USDA, they looked around for a scientist that agreed, or pretended to agree, ignoring their first choice since he basically told them the guidelines were nonsense.
Eh, this is my mother's obsession, not mine; I don't have every name and date straight in my head. But nutritional science before the USDA had pretty much been heading in the opposite direction before the McGovern campaign. Then every researcher had to tell the government what they already believe or they'd lose their research grants.
Wow! Everyone guessed 1. It was three. I do not have any deaf friends. My godniece is deaf, and her mother and my brother's wife are teaching me sign language.She actually did make me to a photo shoot. Called me up while I'm being a bum reading with some old swim shorts on and a big summer camp T-shirt, hair hadn't been brushed since the day before.
Friend: HEY! Cheyenne I'm coming to pick you up like...now to take pictures so can you get ready?
Me: Errrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm I don't know....? Clothes??
Friend: Oh just put on a dress or something. Just make yourself look pretty
Me: *thinking* dress.... ooooof course.. GRRRRR how dare you interrupt my reading D: *saying* Suuuuurrree
And let me tell you, it was painful. "Here crouch right there... No not like that I just wait your face on it" -_-
1. I like kiwis2. I like peaches
3. I like blueberries
This should be easy for those of you who've read the ramblings between me and Albert.
Albert: Albert and I.
Me: That's incorrect. If anything it would be Albert and me.
Albert: ....
AGH!!! There are too many ramblings!!!...I'll go with one, though.
LOL I forgot where that particular rambling was. Did you actually go looking for them? *smiles*
Kyra wrote: AGH!!! "There are too many ramblings!!!..."True.
Cheyenne, I'm going to go with 2.
That particular rambling was on page 19 of the popcorn thread. Oh and it was three. See?Albert: C'mon share with me!
Me: NO! Get your blueberries away from me.
Albert: Why? They're delicious! (He fills his mouth with a large handful of blueberries.)
Me: No they're not. They taste like rancid... rancid... Well I don't know, but they taste like rancid SOMETHING.
Albert: What is it with you and the word rancid? Rancid yogurt, rancid milk, water at summer camp that tasted like rancid--
Me: OKAY! We get it. And rancid is . . . a very accurate word for many of the things I consume.
Albert: (Laughs.) Well don't mind me, I'm just going to finish that slice of pizza in the fridge. And smother it in ranch. And eat it cold.
Me: EWW!!!! That's--
Albert: What? Rancid?
Kyra, kiwis are actually my favorite fruit :p
LOL, I couldn't find that rambling anywhere!!! Thanks for showing moi. XD
The clutter in my room consists of...1. a LEGO recreation of Fallingwater
2. a miniature skateboard the size of my thumb
3. a plastic ring that came with my second-grade Halloween costume
2, unless you have a large thumb.(I'm assuming that there aren't many miniature skateboards besides teck-decks, and those are larger than MY thumb at least. Though I do have small hands.)
1. I've solved a rubix cube.2. My face is not on a book cover.
3. I used to color my nails with a sharpie.
Bwahahahaha
Cheyenne, if it's one, I can show you how. Maybe.
Nope. Not one :) I've known how to solve a rubix cube since I was 11. :p
My dad solves every new one that comes out within four hours maximum. It's quite annoying.
LOL. I haven't solved any of the random special ones; haven't gotten a hold of any. I have two regular ones, one with weird colors, and I used to have a mini one but it broke.
I met Leonard Nemoy at a Barnes & Noble in Shreveport. He was signing books. He wasn’t very nice. I called Mildred Benson, the first of the ghost writers to work on the Nancy Drew series, one night in the late 1990’s, when I read about her in a People Magazine. She was quite elderly and living in Toledo, Ohio.
I like to get up early, when the world is quiet. I’m usually asleep by 8 p.m.