Bits and Bites
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susandennisI'm pretty sure that my new health insurance company uses the same online drug place as the old one! There's a chance my stuff will just slide right on over to my new account but even if it doesn't it will be a lot easier to break in than a net new one. Nice.
I discovered last night that some fool emptied the last of the coffee into the counter cannister without so much noting on the Costco list that we needed more, much less getting more. Jake? Betty? Someone needs a time out for this. No excuse. So... I had to make a Costco run this morning. Coffee and trash bags only. It was a quickie.
Pancakes? How did I get to be nearly 58 years old before I ever heard that Fat Tuesday somehow dictates pancakes? I still don't get it. We didn't do Fat Tuesday in North Carolina in the 50's. We were way too non-episcopalian protestant. We saved it all for Easter.
My brother posted a bunch of pictures from his bit re-wedding family get together 'do' of last weekend. It's funny to see his now very large family and not really recognized one of them. I've only met 4 of the 15 that were in the group pictures. I last saw my brother about 6 years ago, and I haven't seen his wife or two children for 8 years. The reality is that I do not know my brother's family which is weird but very ok. It was nice of him to upload the photos so quickly complete with who's who.
I stopped on the way home from Costco and drove through Burger King. It's probably been 25 years since I last ate at Burger King. I think I'm ok now for another 25.
That's about it for the round up so far and I need to get back to work. I'll add this one additional photo from my brother's upload. It's cracking me up.
I discovered last night that some fool emptied the last of the coffee into the counter cannister without so much noting on the Costco list that we needed more, much less getting more. Jake? Betty? Someone needs a time out for this. No excuse. So... I had to make a Costco run this morning. Coffee and trash bags only. It was a quickie.
Pancakes? How did I get to be nearly 58 years old before I ever heard that Fat Tuesday somehow dictates pancakes? I still don't get it. We didn't do Fat Tuesday in North Carolina in the 50's. We were way too non-episcopalian protestant. We saved it all for Easter.
My brother posted a bunch of pictures from his bit re-wedding family get together 'do' of last weekend. It's funny to see his now very large family and not really recognized one of them. I've only met 4 of the 15 that were in the group pictures. I last saw my brother about 6 years ago, and I haven't seen his wife or two children for 8 years. The reality is that I do not know my brother's family which is weird but very ok. It was nice of him to upload the photos so quickly complete with who's who.
I stopped on the way home from Costco and drove through Burger King. It's probably been 25 years since I last ate at Burger King. I think I'm ok now for another 25.
That's about it for the round up so far and I need to get back to work. I'll add this one additional photo from my brother's upload. It's cracking me up.
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Date: 2007-02-20 09:45 pm (UTC)Supposed to abstain from earthly pleasures during Lent (Catlick and Anglican versions; other denominations' mileage may vary). The default is no sugar, eggs, flour and/or butter: many add meat, alcohol or *gasp* sex. But not many the last one. But basically refined or sweet food. To be closer to Jaysus when he gets nailed. As it were.
So on Shrove Tuesday you cook up da sugar and butter in the house: which makes pancakes the perfect meal! The theological issues around margarine, Splenda™ and unrefined flour I'll leave to someone whose shirt is on backwards.
HMMG
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Date: 2007-02-20 09:55 pm (UTC)Wonder what else I don't know??!!
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Date: 2007-02-20 10:02 pm (UTC)On a related note: At the end of Lent, you can have sugar again. Thus all the chocolate on Easter.
My roommate Michele's father owned a candy factory (a smaller operation than the word "factory" implies -- the first floor of a building) in Atlantic City New Jersey -- he supplied a lot of the candy to the boardwalk candy stores. There's quite a catholic population in New Jersey. The chocolate sold for Easter paid for the college education of his kids -- each year's Easter profit would be designated as tuition money for a particular child.
People would come to the store the day before Easter and buy everything in sight. Much more chocolate was sold for Easter than for Christmas or Valentine's day. They literally sold out of all they could make nearly every year.
The flip side of the pancake thing.
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Date: 2007-02-20 10:14 pm (UTC)And we totally signed up for the Easter candy thing - early and often.
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Date: 2007-02-21 05:49 pm (UTC)To be accurate, I should note that Michele hasn't been my roommate since 1981, but as I noted in my own journal I like to think of "Steven's Roommate" as being a lifetime title.
Michele's dad really was Willy Wonka-ish. For private consumption and amusement he would make pornographic candy canes, and hard candy/lollipops in the shape of hands he would bend while soft so that they were giving the finger (I loooved those!). And he seriously liked making candy, so that even after he closed the candy factory and store he still made candy for the neighbors on a regular basis.
He closed the factory (the last place to make hand-dipped chocolates in the city) because gambling came to Atlantic City and within a few years the building he owned became worth more as real estate than as an active business. Actually he owned two buildings (before gambling buildings in Atlantic City were not exactly valuable), and first he sold one then he rented the other.
Sad as it was (for me, anyway) for Michele's father Martin to close down the candy factory, there is a happy ending here. Martin had gone to work for his own father (whose store it was) as a teenager, so he was still quite a young man when he "retired" (somewhere in his 40s). He then went to college, after which he became an instructor (in psychology) at the local community college, for which it turns out he had a knack and a gift and a calling.
Martin died last year, from I think pancreatic cancer -- which meant he had a definite diagnosis and time to put his affairs in order while he was still lucid (for seven months or so). The death was premature and tragic (he was still in his sixties), but he had gone on in the last twenty years of his life to live out a sort of dream that he had been unable to pursue when he was younger. There were no regrets, except of course for the shortness of time.
Willy Wonka, yes. And then a second life.
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Date: 2007-02-21 06:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-20 10:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-20 10:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-21 05:51 pm (UTC)Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow
Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?
Wouldn't washing white clothing in blood tend to stain it rather than bleach it?
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Date: 2007-02-21 06:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-21 07:50 pm (UTC)Were I a different person, at this point I would write up the infomercial.
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Date: 2007-02-21 12:39 am (UTC)See, the advantage of living with another person is that there's always someone else to blame for stuff like that.
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Date: 2007-02-21 01:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-21 01:44 am (UTC)I love it.