After 23 and a half years of saying "no thanks, I don't want any of that," or "I don't like (fill in the blank)," I realize I have been wasting my time. Saying these things regarding foods I don't want to eat only launches myself into this argument of "Oh, you HAVE to at least TRY it!" "What is wrong with you?" "Gosh, you are SO PICKY!"
Instead, since I really just want to be left alone to eat what I KNOW is good, I have decided on a new strategy. "I'm allergic."
Two simple words that could have saved me from 23 and a half years of picking at crappy food. "I'm allergic." Two magic words that suddenly makes it okay for me to NOT eat something, and could even have someone consider making me something different altogether.
It may be the best and brightest idea I've ever come up with. (Remind me to make a top 30 list of my best and brightest ideas... suggestions are also welcome)
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The little old lady and her ice chipper
My neighbor is approximately 78 years old, and just a very kind, little old lady. She's very active, so we don't get to see much of her, but we do share a sidewalk, and steps leading up to the garage.
Our neighborhood "does" the snow removal for us, which leads to about three inches of packed snow on the sidewalk, and very very icy steps and pathways. I always end up worrying a little bit about our little old neighbor, so a few times I've gone out and done what I could with a plastic shovel (metal blade, of course) to clear things off.
One day, she caught me doing it
Our neighborhood "does" the snow removal for us, which leads to about three inches of packed snow on the sidewalk, and very very icy steps and pathways. I always end up worrying a little bit about our little old neighbor, so a few times I've gone out and done what I could with a plastic shovel (metal blade, of course) to clear things off.
One day, she caught me doing it
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