Omnis- did you ask him if he had his funeral money set aside, because sometimes things happen unexpectedly? Much sooner?
beth_b, where were you when I needed you! That might have worked better than not making eye contact. I was politely trying to brush him off. Clearly it didn't work. Don't apologize for your NE ways. Sometimes I'm just too damned polite. And they wonder why folks with disabilities can be irritable. You crazy people push us to it!!! It just floors me how some people find it perfectly acceptable to just come up to a perfect stranger and start asking pointed questions like that. It's none of your business! It's one thing if I was doing some kind of inspirational speech or something. I dunno. Just seems a bit rude.
A bit rude? Way over the line. Seriously, that was a very personal question. I mean, I am sure it comes up in things like awkward doorway moments ( I can hear it now -- don't worry about me ,I've been practicing tricky maneuvers on these thing since I got my first pair), but in general -- the average joe/jane on the street needs to know nothing.
Oy omnis-- I might have hauled off and clocked him one. But then again, I'm not so much with the pacifist 'tude.
Ugh, omnis. I feel your pain. You should have at least accidentally tripped him with your crutch.
Seriously, omnis- that guy was an ass.
I just read the stupidest article ever..
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It is claiming that condiments make you fat. Because you tounge doesn't get board. Do you know why I caned 50 lbs in college? because I was looking for food that had flavor. Turns out that for me the first 'trick' is only eating food that taste really good. I ge that in a particular instantce -- adding a condiment might make you eat more of an item -- but I find over all , if my mouth is happy, I don't go looking for more food, unless I am actually hungry.
You guys, I'm laughing my ass off here. My dad just got back from visiting my brother, who apparently got Dad hooked on smoothies. Dad went out and bought a blender, and then called me wanting smoothie recipes.
I said, "I don't know -- I just throw frozen fruit and milk in a blender at a 1:1 ratio and then blend. If it's too thick, I add more milk and re-blend; if it's too liquidy, I add more frozen fruit and re-blend."
Dad: "I don't like milk. Can I use juice?"
Me: "Sure."
Dad: "How much?"
Me: "Uh, same as milk -- a 1:1 ratio."
Dad: "But I don't like milk."
Me: "..."
Me: "Just use a 1:1 ratio of frozen fruit and juice and you'll be fine."
Dad: "But I think I need recipes."
Me: "Any frozen fruit you like. Any juice you like. Just experiment!"
Dad: "Can't you look up recipes on the internet?"
Me: "..."
Me: "Okay. I'll look up some recipes for you and give them to you when I see you."
Dad: "Great! It's just a little confusing."
It reminded me of the long conversation we had here about smoothies, and P-C not wanting to learn how to use a blender while stoned on Vicodin. And now I'm wondering if P-C has since learned how to use a blender. (And if so, if he can send my dad some fucking smoothie recipes.)
Or maybe your dad needs some vicodin. To get to the right state of zen for the blender.
Or maybe your dad needs some vicodin. To get to the right state of zen for the blender.
He actually takes percoset for diabetic neuropathic pain. So I expected him to have the blender zen. Alas, no.
