Happy Birthday, CaBil!
I got spanked a few times, but nothing actually painful - pants up, open handed. I got sent to my room a lot (well, not a lot...) Oh, the ignominy. I used to draw on walls. And the carpet once... in my room, where I had been sent as punishment. Just sayin'...
Miserable day. Bleh. Sleep soon.
Query for the hivemind:
Beans--freeze well or no? The dish in question is a stew with pinto beans, chicken thighs, salsa, chipotles, bell pepper, and onion.
That should freeze fine, Susan.
My parents couldn't use "sent to my room" as a punishment after I was about four, because my room had books. It was more "go outside!" or "do chores!"
That said, they were definitely into the spanking. Or rather, my dad's belt. More for my brother than me, but it didn't make it feel right either.
But I don't think I'll rule out spanking for my kids....but no belts, man.
I used to hate being sent to my room... though I would often choose to go there on my own to play. It was the forced relocation that got me, mang.
Should freeze fine, Susan.
CaBil! Happy birthday, sweetie!
I'm pretty proud of having shaved off 10 pounds since Oct. 16. Unfortunately, I found out today that my co-workers are resolved to torture me when we go to Chicago for NAEYC. They're planning a pizza party for either Friday or Saturday night, and ordering from some iconic überpizzeria.
My parents weren't big on the spanking stuff. Once my older brother was about 3 or 4 and unbuckled his safety belt in the car while it was in traffic. Mom pulled him over and popped him once on the butt but it makes sense.
Our next door neighbor growing up used to keep a wooden spoon in the glove compartment so she could turn around and whack the crap out of her kids. Good ole Mrs Cox...
Well, Matt, at least you know ahead of time, so you can make a plan. Be that strictly limiting yourself to a certain number of slices, or trying ot make sure there's an alternate meal for you, or eating ahead of time so you're not as hungry/tempted, or whatever works for you. You can do it! (says the girl who moved to Seattle a month ago and has yet to look into a gym, much less actually join one)