Carbohydrates are essentially sugar so eating 500 calories of lean chicken is not the same as eating 500 calories of white bread. Chicken contains so few carbs that it will not alter the blood sugar much if at all. White bread is about a quarter carbohydrates which will convert to sugar, thus raising blood glucose. It isn’t healthy to eat a no carb diet, but different diabetics have different tolerances for the amount of carbs they can eat and still maintain healthy blood glucose numbers.
Two of my neighbors need to find a fucking retirement home community and be done with it.
They called the principle of the local elementary school to whine about the behavior of our children at the bus stop at 8:15 in the morning. Because kids being kids is just a horrible idea. Oh my. Yeah kids scream. They cry. They yell. They kick balls around. They (oh no!) play games on the sidewalk.
What they’re really supposed to do is stand quietly for ten minutes without making a peep like they did in her day. Yeah.
These are same fucking old bats who have no problem running leaf blowers for hours and hours and hours to make sure their lawns remain free from even the mere threat of a leaf. They can have adult children in their homes who have racous parties on a weeknight and drive down the street at 75 mph. But little kids are chattering for ten minutes in the morning before the bus shows up! Horrors of horrors! This must be stopped!
One of them has repeatedly tried to get bus service stopped altogether. Because when she was young they walked to school. I’m sure in her case she meant walked or took the horse and buggy.
Pheh, my local emementary school didn’t even have principles.
Yes, I just pitted your spelling. Get it right! What do you think this is, the internet??
I blame leafblowers.
Me, I’d warn them to leave my kids the fuck alone since they’re well within the noise ordinance and weeknight parties are not. Then if they didn’t back off;
1> Call the cops every fucking night they’re partying after the local noise ordinance kicks in.
2> Be standing out at the bus stop with my kids.
3> Video of the cars screaming down the street at ludicrous speed.
You let your kids stand at the bus stop? I thought all parents were required by law to either A. walk their children to school without ever letting go of a parent’s hand or 2. drive them in a large vehicle. That’s my mini-rant for the day - why do we have all these school and playground zones when a child’s foot never touches the ground without a parent with them? And what the holy fuck are we doing having school zones for junior high schools? Aren’t those kids 12 and up? If your kid can’t handle walking on a sidewalk by 12, something is wrong that can’t be fixed by everybody else driving 30 kph.
I think the technical term is codependency.
IANADiabetic, but having a dish of wholewheat (complex, partially indigestible carbs) pasta does not make me sleepy, having a dish of regular pasta al dente will make me heavy but not sleepy, having a dish of overcooked (i. e., even simpler carbs as they’ve been “predigested” during the extra cooking time) regular pasta will make me both heavy and sleepy. Been told here (thread in CG) that the sleepiness means spiking sugar.
Fat and proteins can be converted to carbs but it’s… inefficient, specially when proteins are used (getting that nitrogen in biologically-active form is difficult in the first place). In general and simplifying, converting an aminoacid to another, and storing/reusing fats as fats and carbs as glucogen (long chains of glucose) is easier and happens more. Converting other kinds of sugars to glucose is relatively easy.
…You’ll taste the difference or my name isn’t Orville Deadenbacher.
(Now thats a Zombie costume worthy of Halloween)
Okay, I can’t hold this in any longer.
Some of you Mini-Rant Thread denizens may remember this posting, wherein I tell the story of a Co-Worker who suckered me into attending a prayer meeting at work and wouldn’t take a polite “No” when they asked me to join them in prayer.
Well, I’m now livid about his current shenanigans.
After a cryptic statement on Friday about another co-worker, Freelancer, Monday Co-Worker invites me to lunch. He informs me that another colleague just “happened” to Google Freelancer’s name (right) and thus they found out a lot of stuff about him, including that he was into Satanism and voodoo and had written some books on those subjects. He told me he and another Christian colleague (a supervisor) had gone to Human Resources to tell them they were offended by this knowledge of Freelancer’s personal beliefs and practices and that they were uneasy with Freelancer being around them. Management, wisely, informed them that if Freelancer was not bringing any of his personal activities into the workplace there was nothing they could do.
Co-Worker then mentions that he thinks Freelancer is getting a lot of overtime because he is manipulating management through voodoo or something and he doesn’t like it. He casually asks me if I was mad because he had known about this for almost two months and hadn’t told me although I had sat next to Freelancer for several weeks. I told him no, just disappointed because I had been trying to tell Co-Worker that I thought Freelancer was a little strange but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
After I had time to think about all of this overnight, I finally put two and two together. While Freelancer is a little strange and I don’t really like him, I’ll be damned if I’ll take part in a cabal to get him fired based on that, which is what it appears Co-Worker is trying to manipulate me into doing.
I go to Co-Worker on Tuesday morning to tell him I need to have a follow-up conversation with him about this stuff, but he keeps blowing me off; I think because he knows I’ve put it together and what I’m going to say, which is:
- Dude, you’re always telling me you’re a Christian, yet you are:
(i) pretty much telling me you believe in Magic (although the religious part of you alone indicated that but I try to respect individual beliefs); and
(ii) willing to cost someone their livelihood because of this belief in Magic and the fact that they have beliefs that are different from yours.
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Did you really think you would manipulate me into participating in a witch hunt, given I’ve always indicated at every turn how I’m a live-and-let-live type of person, unless you do something to me (or, depending, someone else) personally?
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Did you really not make the connection between what Human Resources told you about bringing personal practices into the workplace and what you did when you tricked me into coming to a prayer meeting? People here and friends suggested I take it to HR at the time, but I didn’t; I just might now.
There, I feel a little better.
Please just do it. Inlcude the part where you feel that Co-Worker has been trying to manipulate you into participaing in the witch hunt.
And, of course, come back and let us know how it works out. 
If you let your kids scream, you’re a terrible mother and I hope I never live in a 50 mile radius of you or your disgustingly poorly raised offspring.
*Yelling *is fine. Kids can be loud outside. *Screaming *is piercing and carries a lot farther. It should be *100% reserved *for emergency situations: someone is bleeding, a limb has developed a new joint, a guy in a van is trying to entice you in with candy.
This asshole is trying to start a conspiracy to get someone else fired. Start documenting all this shit (dates, times, subjects of conversations, as much content as you can remember) and save emails, IMs, and voicemails if the idiot is stupid enough to send you any. Go to HR now, like you fucking should have when the asshole dragged you into a prayer meeting. If you don’t, and he succeeds in getting the other guy fired by lying about him, it’ll be partly your responsibility, because you could have prevented it.
Christians (especially conservative ones) have no problem believing in “magic,” i.e., powers gained from Satan. When you think the dude in the sky is real, you probably think the one in the basement is, too.
Ahh, someone with some real insight into how corporate America really works.
FYI, Freelancer appears to weigh more than a duck.
Please tell me this is a whoosh. If it isn’t fuck you, you santimonious, arrogant asshole who has no children and knows nothing about them.
Kids make noise. Sometimes that noise is loud. It isn’t a question of letting them. That’s simply what they do once in a while. They express emotion and sometimes that emotion takes the form of the occasional scream. If you can’t deal with it, go live in a retirement home with all the other whiny assed old farts. We’ll keep the grandkids away from you lest they make too much noise.
If you ever said such nonsense to my face I’d urge all the neighborhood kids to gather in front of your house and deliberately scream for a few minutes just to annoy the hell out of you for being such a prick. I am sick to god of people who can’t tolerate normal human behavior in other people. Babies cry. Children scream. Get the fuck over it.
Don’t step foot near a playground or public park ever again. Don’t visit an elementary school, a local beach or any place where there might be kids. You’d probably die from shock.
Did you miss the distinction made between yelling and screaming, and how the former is okay? Because I thoroughly get behind that sentiment - screaming is for danger/terror/roller coasters, and not for anything that should be happening while waiting at the bus stop unless someone nearly got run over.
Fuck, fuckity fuck. There goes my day off. So, I was supposed to enjoy a pleasant early fall day - my first true vacation day for almost a year - when it becomes clear at work that I really shouldn’t take a day off because our fucking systems group stops development in its tracks every fucking single time they have a question. They refuse to proceed without my approval, even though I have expressly indicated to them, “You can listen to J - she’s the user, she knows what they need better than I do. I’ve provided you the basic parameters, but she uses the application every day and knows all the ins and outs and can tell you what details to adjust. If you have any questions, call, but J can definitely handle it.”
Instead, they suggested that they wait until I get back. Are you fucking kidding me? You’re really, truly going to halt all work on a major product because I’m not there to babysit you?
As a bonus, my fridge died two weeks ago, and I could only get it fixed today. Then last night my dishwasher died, too. So, here I sit with the fridge repair guy, working. Goddammit. There is a silver lining, though - at least to my personal appliance issue - the fridge repair guy also knows how to repair a dishwasher and is giving me a significant discount since he’s already here.
But this work thing? It’s fucking bullshit. I’ve talked to systems about this before and now I have to talk to the fucking director. I get wanting to cover your ass, but this is beyond stupid.
Oh, look at that–you are a terrible mother. Good job raising a bunch of entitled brats, you dumb bitch.
Kids don’t *need *to scream. You know how I know this? Because somehow, *my *mother was magically able to teach us that screaming was reserved for emergencies. Being loud? Fine. Yelling? Fine. Screaming? Not fine, unless something is wrong and you need an adult right now. If you let your kids scream, I’d love to know how *you *can tell when there’s a problem and when they’re just having fun.
You’re a selfish retard and your kids are growing up to turn into you. Never move into my neighborhood.
OK, **SFG **is being a right bitch about it, as usual, but, yeah, this. I don’t know why **Lavender **got her blue panties up in such a twist - honey, it’s Guns, you know how she phrases herself - but there is no excuse on earth for kids just standing around screaming. Not yelling; screaming. (Get it through your head that there’s a difference, and then get it through your kids’ heads, too.)
That goes double, triple, for early in the mornings, which is I believe when the school bus usually rolls around.
And if you rounded up the neighbors to stand around deliberately screaming at my house, you better believe I’d call the cops. That’s such a childish move to even consider that I’d wonder, too, at your fitness as a mother. As a thought expermint in the Pit, fine. In real life, though?
Then can y’all come around and lecture the parents of every little girl I have ever seen, or more appropriately, HEARD?
Because girls SCREAM and SCREECH and make horrible loud noises at the slightest provocation. Noise that physically hurts my ears. Noise that kills small animals at 30 paces. Because their friend just told them a joke, or they saw something cool, or because they’re gossiping, or because they were surprised by something, or just to fucking make noise.
And you damn betcha their mothers will defend to the death their right to make that noise at every opportunity.
It’s a bullshit distinction made by a schmuck. Kids scream once in a while. Calling someone a bad parent because their kids do this is absurd. I’m not telling my daughter to scream but if she and her friends scream or shriek every so often while playing outside I will tell them to cool it down. But I’m not going to call someone a bad parent or throw a hissy fit over it.
That is what many kids do. They’re seven and eight year olds. They’re not adults. You cannot expect them not to make the occasional really loud noise.
Oh piss off.
You have no children and you have no fucking idea what you’re talking about as usual. It’s not a question of “letting” my daughter and her friends scream. It’s that they sometimes do yell or scream or shriek and I’m not about to stand there and read them the riot act if they let out the occasional loud noise.
You’re one of the nastiest people on the board. You have a rude opinion about everything and everyone. It gets tiresome after a while. Do all us a favor and don’t have any children or live in a neighborhood with halfway good schools.
Because enough is enough already. They’re kids. They do things kids do. This includes making loud noises. If you can’t deal with that then spend your entire life in a retirement home and be done with it.
Contrary to what SF implied I do not let my daughter stand around screaming. None of our children do that. But she’s seven and so are her friends. When she and her friends let out the occasional scream I’m not about to punish them because the local old farts can’t deal with the sounds that normal children make. No parent would.
FYI, I did indeed encourage my daughter to stand in front of a neighbor’s house and scream once for about five minutes. But only because said asshole neighbor was running the fucking leaf blower for the dozenth time that week. Go join my neighbor in calling the cops over it. Do you really think they’ll show up because the neighborhood kids are being kids?
The only reason that houses are worth anything over here is because of us. No old fart needs a house with five bedrooms and three full bathrooms. Were it not for parents buying into a good school district the houses around here would be worth hardly anything at all.
I’d like to see the asshole neighbors finance their retirement on no housing equity because they can’t sell their homes. Enough already.