It is very cold outside but not that windy, so I didn't feel it as much.

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You know sj, you don't have to fiddle with fancy steel cut oats that you do in a slow cooker over night, or anything special you have to get at TJ's or anything like that.

Yeah, I don't even like steel-cut oats. They're too tiny. I like Quaker and I put in much less water they don't come out so glutinous, but with noticeable (and tasty!) grain. Five minutes and boom! Hit it with butter and maple syrup and life is good.

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Erika--My brothers and I were not only born in the same city, we were born in the same freaking hospital. One has lived all over the world, been married three times and is a huge science geek. One has had the same job since he graduated, been married forever, has never traveled anywhere but Florida and is very politically conservative. And then there's me. I love them, but sometimes it's hard to believe we share the same family tree.

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I love being an only child. Maybe that makes me a selfish ass. I dunno.

I was/am both. Only child of my parents and then middle child when my dad met the stepmom when I was sixish. Gotta say? I love being an only child. Suits my personality a lot better. But the sibs are good for making me an aunt, gotta give them props for that.

There are kids screaming outside. Can I beat them into silence?

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He said "I am not so attached to my DNA that I want to see it replicated."

This is a good point of view, considering how little regard our DNA shows for us--it slices and splices and recombines itself in every generation, so that the extended gene sequences that are "us" disappear as quickly as possible. That DNA is a user.

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Hit it with butter and maple syrup and life is good.

No butter, David. He's trying to lower his cholesterol. *stern glare*

He can put on sugar, or brown sugar (the granulated is good for this) or maple syrup, as David mentions. If he wants milk, he can add it. I don't cook them in milk, because I don't. Oh. I ran out of things to say about oatmeal, probably because I had so much oatmeal for lunch. It's wicked filling.

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I loved being a spoiled brat only. Even with that, I knew I wanted two kids. Heh.

The most frustrating question I get asked, even now, is about the 6.5 year age gap between the kids. I get asked if CJ was a surprise. If they have different fathers. Snarl. Um no - wanna hear all the icky details about infertility and miscarriages? Didn't think so - don't ask if you don't wanna know every gory detail.

Yes, Cass - beat the children. They must be cluesticked young to train them up right.

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how little regard our DNA shows for us--it slices and splices and recombines itself in every generation, so that the extended gene sequences that are "us" disappear as quickly as possible. That DNA is a user.

I think this knowledge is what makes me feel guilty about stopping it here. My mother's a biochemist who counts splicing DNA among the things she may do in a typical work day. When she asks about grandchildren she's a bare-souled slave to her DNA. It's a very compelling plea, since that genetic vehicle thing runs pretty strongly in me too.

I know I don't want kids because I'm selfish, and I know I want them because I'm selfish.

So...lazy wins.

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I like Cheerios, which are also supposed to be good for one's cholesterol. I'm weird about the texture of my food so oatmeal per se wigs me out.

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So...lazy wins.

According to vw's definition, this means you should make your own.

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