Because that’s more fun?
It’s been a while since we’ve had a good goat felching around here.
Dear Family,
STOP HIJACKING MY WEEKENDS!!!
That is all.
For the same reason everything is always other people’s faults.
We want to externalize everything.
No you don’t. First, beans and other mainly-protein foodstuffs are full of “whole proteins”: what you’ve heard about is mixing certain bean+grain pairs to get “the whole list of 20 (or 21 depending on who you ask) essential aminoacids in one sitting”.
Each food has a different aA (aminoacid) composition: same as the fat from butter, the fat from olive oil and the fat from hydrogenated coconut oil are different, the proteins from black beans, the proteins from a trout and the proteins from a T-bone are different. But eating beans as your main source of proteins is enough to give you the whole aA pack, so long as you’re varying which beans you eat, rather than eat the same ones every day (black beans, red beans, pinto beans, black eyed peas, kidney beans, chick peas, lentils…).
You do not need to have “everything you need” in every single meal, it just needs to average out over about one week or so.
I thought if I told the world my mom’s dying that people might care. Apparently not. Not a visit. Not a phone call. Not even a sympathy card from anyone. It sucks when you wake up and realize that the only people who care about you are your daughter and your husband. And no one else.
Well, I offer my condolences LavenderBlue. Even though we’re only connected through this board I wanted you to know that. I’ve dealt with the illness and loss of my father and I know how hard it is. I wish you strength and peace.
Thank you.
Three people called after my little temper tantrum so I feel much better now. I think a certain husband or co-author may have told my friends how I felt. I am grateful they did.
This is just so much fucking harder than I ever thought it would be. Oh god how I hated her and loved her and hated her and loved her and hated her and loved her all at the same time. And how sorry I feel for my nine year old daughter who will never see the granny who completely and utterly adored her ever again.
I just found out that a 19 year old killed Thursday in a drive-by was a school friend of my daughter’s. Horrible for his family, to be sure, but I do hate my daughter having to deal with something like this, too. Dammit. This happens too much.
(((((LavenderBlue)))))
My condolences. I lost my mother recently myself. PM me if you need to talk.
As long as I’m here, I might as well throw in a mini-rant of my own.
Dear left knee: My doctor told me I need to lose weight, and currently the only exercise I have time to do is walking. However, you decided, in all your wisdom, to crap out on me in the middle of a particularly busy month, and two weeks to go till the convention I want to attend, which will require a lot of walking. Fuck you very much.
I’m so sorry, LavenderBlue.
I went to see a good friend of mine yesterday. She has stage 4 breast cancer and just finished her last round of chemo. She’s finding out in the next week or so how much longer she has to live. I don’t know whether yesterday was the last time I’ll see her or not.
She was such an unlikely friend - when I first met her at work, I didn’t like her. She was the nicest person I’d ever met and I assumed that no one could actually be that nice and be real. I tried for weeks to figure out what her angle was. It took me nearly two months to realize that she didn’t have one. She never did.
overlyverbose and** LavenderBlue **I am sorry for both of you. Your pain is very real and I wish I could do more than post here to offer up sympathy.
MOA, I would be frothing at the mouth if one of my dead friends started sending me spam. I can’t imagine how much that hurt.
Wow. That might be even lower than the malware writers taking advantage of an exhausted pregnant woman. Just when you think the spammers and malware writers have scraped bottom, something like this comes along, and you realize they’ve broken out the earthmoving equipment.
It’s been almost six years since I’ve given birth, so the memory’s not too fresh in my mind, but it still took me a good long while to figure out what the best thing about giving birth is. Anyway, I concur on the importance of good snacks in the hospital bag.
That sounds quite a bit like my NiceSweetCoworker. There really are a few people like that out there in the world … and I’m sorry we’re set to lose one. 
Thanks for the sympathies. Everything about her situation just feels…wrong. Not that something like this could feel good. But it just shouldn’t happen to her.
I’m also in a bear of a mood. Not that that matters. I’m depressed because of my friend. And I hate that I’m still job searching. Not really falling into a depression, per se, but certainly having trouble maintaining my typical optimism. Like I said, I knew what I was getting into when I voluntarily quit the shit job I was in, but fuck…I hate not working. I hate it, hate it, hate it.
I also hate everything else. I hate the quiet that I used to crave. I hate having to referee my children’s bickering. Why the fuck must they argue over such stupid things as who put their hand in whose space? Christ on a cracker! I hate feeling so fucking aimless and I hate seeking out networking events (that I hate to go to) to talk to people who I should be talking to anyway, whether or not I’m trying to get a job. I hate job sites and recruiters. I hate the stupid articles online about getting a job because they all say the same damn thing and end with some cheesy shit like, “but each situation is unique.” It sounds like me and I now hate what I sound like.
And I hate Hallmark holidays because they only end in tears, like yesterday. We had a great breakfast in bed for my husband, but for some reason the kids just short-circuited right before we were going to leave the house for lunch. All our plans imploded and my son was crying, my husband was yelling, my daughter was shrieking and I, out of frustration, began crying, too. What a fucking mess.
I also hate that my mom keeps getting on me about being concerned about how much I spend. I mean, shit, every time I mention, “Yeah, we’re waiting on that until I get a job,” she gets mad at me and tells me to spend money anyway. Seriously?? I don’t spend money I don’t have, lady! You can spend on whatever the hell you want, but you have extra cash. I don’t.
I should be looking for a job, but all opportunities tend to dry up in the summer as hiring slows and people gear up for end-of-year planning. I think I might go for a hike or a walk or something so I don’t have to stare at my phone or my computer or think about my friend and feel like shit.
I think everybody hates that stuff. I certainly do. Maybe there are some weird people who like networking, but we’re not among them. It sucks and we know it.
When I have to do stuff like networking, that I hate, I tell myself, “You don’t have to like it, you just have to do it”. It’s OK to hate doing stuff that you have to do. Everybody has to do stuff that they hate doing.
I quit reading online articles about getting a job. Because they suck and, 99 times out of 100, they don’t have any useful information in them. If you don’t enjoy reading them and don’t get any useful information from them, what’s the point of reading them?
Stupid rabbit ate my lupin. Little bastard.
I’d let the cat out to eat the rabbit, but the rabbit is bigger than the cat. It’s a big freaking rabbit.
Sigh. I was so proud of my lupin.
Fuck Father’s Day.
My dad died unexpectedly when I was in college. My father-in-law is an asshole. Due to timing, facilities, etc., my husband and I end up hosting both Father’s Day and his dad’s birthday at our house. I normally don’t miss my dad much any longer, but days like those are tough - especially since my dad’s death was around the same time of year as my FIL’s birthday - and this year was no exception.
Plus my FIL decided to take a swipe at my housekeeping and choice of pets (indoor rabbits) by making a big deal out of asking in front of the entire group whether those dark little things all around the outside back steps and in the back hall were rabbit poop. No, they are mulberries (shriveled due to the drought) from the mulberry tree, which have been a problem at this time every year since we moved in, and thus a problem every Father’s Day. Of course he refused to concede the point. At least everyone knew he was ridiculous, but still.