I grew up on whole, unpasteurized milk. Sometimes with extra cream.

Oh, that reminds me of this Jersey milk I used to drink in London that was a meal in a bottle. Damn this 3.25% crap here.

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What's wrong with the West Coast? Hmm?

The ocean is on the wrong side!

Seriously, it trips me out -- I never get used to it.

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Me. I grew up on whole, unpasteurized milk. Sometimes with extra cream.

Mmmmm. I so miss the milk from my cousin's dairy farm.

I cannot drink powdered milk. When I was a kid, my mother bought it once during lean times, to mix with regular milk, and it almost put me off milk. Then another time, after I'd been hospitalized for dehydration, she bought it to give me watered down milk for the first few times I had milk. I think I finally just said, "Can't I just skip it altoghter until my stomach can handle it full strength?"

I drank 2% milk as a young adult, and then 1% milk as a newlywed. But it was mostly a base for cereal, and I hardly ever had any milk otherwise. When I got pregnant, I knew I had to go back on whole milk, if I was going to be able to drink enough. That baby is going to turn ten years old, in a week's time, and I'm still drinking whole milk. But I actually drink it, as opposed to grimmacing and pouring it on my cereal.

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Portland is always at the top of my dream-cities list, but then the West-Coastiness of it comes and slaps me in the face.

There were cities that kept intriguing me but their lack of West-Coastiness slapped me in the face. So I get that.

The ocean is on the wrong side!

It is not! It is exactly where it should be for optimal sunset viewing.

Can I stay in a hot shower for the rest of the day?

Yes. I lived in mine when the drug-immune allergies hit me last week.

Yay! Enjoy, Cass.

I am showered, dressed, lipsticked (it translates to made up for me) and my hair is sort of dry-ish. Wheeee! Now to plink here and check email until she shows up.

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When I'm good low-carb girl I put half and half on my flax-based granola.

sooooooooo good

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It is not! It is exactly where it should be for optimal sunset viewing.

That's actually my theory as to why west-coasters are more mellow -- to see pretty colors over the ocean they don't have to get up at the crack of dawn and everything just falls into place after that.

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Yes. I lived in mine when the drug-immune allergies hit me last week.

Okay, you and Pamela come get Christopher, and pick up Ben and Julia and take them out with you, and I'll go in the shower for the rest of the day. I hope the hot water holds.

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I think powdered milk is okay, so long as you don't, y'know, add water to it. Eaten from a spoon? Fine and dandy.

Also, I like my milk creamtop. None of that weird homogenized BS.

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What's wrong with the West Coast? Hmm?

Yeah!?!? What's with the hatin'?

No hatin'. Just far far far far from family and all that has always been home. And the ocean the wrong way thing, and y'all can't sweet-talk me with any of your sunset shit, because it was that way in France too and it was just wrong. And also far from Jess and all other assorted East-Coasties, and why can't we all just live on Buffista Island anyway? And much more difficult and expensive to move to than, say, Baltimore due to great distances involved. And thus far completely impossible to persuade husband to do the same.

Closer to Godzilla

Actually, that might be a selling point, at least for that last one.

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Can I go home yet?

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