OMG, I love avocado toast and especially guacamole. I mix up a batch and will have it with protein chips instead of tortilla chips. It's really filling so I find I am not hungry the rest of the day. Most days I have a protein shake for breakfast. But unfortunately, I love to cook a nice dinner for the family so that is where I fall down. You're not doing anything wrong. It takes a lot of exercise to burn a few calories. A 2 mile walk might equal out to a candy bar. I just try to think of it as good for my overall health and maintaining muscle as I age. I often wonder what all to believe in relation to health. Today eggs, coffee, chocolate and wine are all good for you, when in the past they weren't. Makes me wonder who is paying for these so called "studies." Are we being manipulated?
I don't mind beans, but they don't like me. *oog* I've have a few recipes for a good vegan pasta. My favourite is a simple fettuccine, tomato-and-carrot sauce, and grilled garlic mushrooms (again, very simple: mushrooms cut into a "tic-tac-toe" pattern, i.e. three slices lengthwise and width-wise, with powdered garlic). Throw them all together and presto-change-o-rearrange-o. I'm only a concerned (and haven't made that in ages) because according to "Dr. Google", fettuccine is supposed to be bad for cholesterol, and my LDL levels are a tiny bit high. Nothing to worry about, I just need to watch it. Maybe I'm wrong about fettuccine being bad for me? Maybe "Dr. Google" is wrong? I don't know. ================= Anyway, a totally random and useless thought (and fact) occurred to me this morning, while brushing my teeth: The tune of the Oscar Mayer "My hotdog has a first name" jingle is shamelessly stolen from the instrumental beginnings of "Yellow Rose of Texas" (originally written by a certain John Kelly, though now -- wrongly? -- associated with Stephen Foster and Mitch Miller, but rightly with Stan Freberg).
Right now, I'd be thankful to even be able to swallow. No naughty thoughts now. Green tea helps. I can't really have any honey, especially not raw honey (it's an infection risk for people like me) so I'm gonna need to get some ginger. Sadly, I don't think ginger cookies count.
Whoops. Sorry, I had no idea you couldn't have honey, Naomasa; that bites. =( Hopefully the ginger helps. I've had ginger cookies before too, especially when sick, and they helped. (They weren't sugar-free, but they still helped). But yeah, raw ginger is probably best.
Just realized that if you reverse the "i" and the "t" in united you get untied, which is sort of its opposite. Too much Scrabble, I'm guessing.
Never too much Scrabble. BTW, I won again yesterday. I always get better letters than my brother. I don't know what that is.
I wrote an essay in college with like 5 instances of "Untied States." Not sure how that happened. Prof thought it was hilarious.
When I was new working in government, I don't think I appreciated the need to check and double check. Everything we wrote was pretty much posted on the government website. In government lots of use of public - public hearing, public record, open to the public...etc. In one of my first documents, spell check didn't catch that I'd left the "L" out in public numerous times.
History degree with focus on Holocaust studies and 20th century Europe. My thesis was on the role of Radio Free Europe in the 1956 Hungarian uprising. As for pertaining to career, not applicable. I didn't go to school until my early 20s and did it more to study what I enjoy and what I liked to write about than anything occupational. I kicked the tires on getting a PhD, going so far as to almost book a flight to check out the University of Texas Austin, but not really. My hospitality career was already in full swing and it was pretty clear I was going to go further in that than the academic world, so... college for college's sake in my case.
Impressive degree. You and I more alike than not, though it might not seem the same at first glance. I went to college at 18, dropped out because, well, the sixties hit me full on, and finally picked up my BA in philosophy after 10 years, because the U wouldn't let me hang around much longer. After a few years of trying to make a go of that degree, and having given up on anything chemically mind-altering, I decided to go to the local law school to make my parents proud. I got my JD, loved being a law clerk but hated the practice of law, and ended up my career editing law books. At least you seem to have found a career you love, or at least find fulfilling.
I knew a girl my age in high school who was born in Hungary; her parents bugged out to the US in '56.
I hit the jackpot on primary source material for the topic, which was underrepresented in the historiography, so I was able to make a relatively original argument. The big thing with academic historical research is originality and viable sources to back it up. I would have loved to write something about Nazis or Russian commies, but those are overloaded and there's very little left to cover that hasn't been done. The department had to approve your topics and sources. I came with a couple of ideas and the prof was like, yeah, write about this. He called it a walk-in touchdown, I think, the path from primary to secondary, to argument. Any idea where your friends parents emigrated to? I found a massive study from Columbia University that interviewed several hundred emigres in 1958. Thousands of pages of material. If they settled in the New York area, they may have been interviewed for it.
She was a toddler, so didn't remember anything about it. I knew her younger brother more - he was in orchestra with me. They wound up in Amarillo, TX. Her father was a well-known optometrist here. Her brother is also an optometrist and took over his father's business.
I work in accounts, and I also always charge more after doing exercise. Also, here's a fun random thought. The next time you're on the phone with the bank or someone, and some call centre person asks you, "Can you identify yourself?" ... you can say: "Sure!" And that's that. If they ask again, you can chant (to the tune of "I Love You, You Love Me" by Barney the Dinosaur): "I am me. You are you. Let's move on and not say 'boo.' Let's get on with it and not worry who is who, I am me and you are––" *the phone line explodes. Or you can play a short YouTube clip of a nuclear explosion* Or, as Daffy Duck would say: "Hmm. Pronoun Trouble." (This will never get old)
You are reminding me of my husband years ago when our land line, which we don't have anymore, was two numbers transposed from the AAA Awesome Ladies phone number. This "business" was touted as an escort service. We would get calls in the middle of the night from young men seeking a "escort" for the evening. My husband would usually play along, "Sure, what do you want. Blonde, Brunette, Redhead? Okay, expect her in about an hour. And he would go back to sleep. When no one showed up we assumed they then called the correct number and gave them what for, but sometimes we got a call back. "She's not here yet." My husband would say, "She's on the way. Be patient." This always scared me. I was like, "Babe, they got out number. They could be really mad when no one shows up, figure out our address from our phone number, and come over here looking for trouble." He ignored me. He was having fun.
We had a two digit transposition from a local dentist. Most people were understanding (once we figured out what was happening) but when I told one caller "sorry, this is xxx-6018, a private residence, you need xxx-6081 for Dr. Smith," they replied, "Oh, sorry, but I can still make an appointment, right?" Yeah...sure.
