ND, sorry about the family ... whatver it is. Hope you have a happy birthday. If possible, I'd send you some sleep for your birthday.
In high school, my mother insisted I take typing so I'd have "something to fall back on". My father insisted I take home ec in the hopes I'd learn how to cook. I learned to sew - made a fair amount of my own clothes in high school, although I was always really slow; I'd get tired of looking at something by the time it was finished.
But I still have my Betty Crocker Homemaker of the Future charm.
If it makes you feel any better, Tom's dad did a very similar thing over email regarding 1) death of a relative and b) his own issues with cancer. Hm, I don't think that makes anyone feel better.
Without malice doesn't make her a bad person, just clueless, eh?
Not speaking re: ND's sister specifically, but in general, I don't know if that's true. Often there's a willful selfishness involved that while I don't know if good/bad is the proper dichotomy, cluelessness does not often mean the absence of malice.
My mother going on and on and on about Weight Watchers points. I mean, hey, glad it's working for her (she's lost 10 lbs), but either follow it silently or abandon it for the week with... abandon. I don't want to know the number of points in her wine, and beer, and gumbo, and coffee, and Hubig's... FFS.
I have many feels on this subject (in general), but I will only say, yeah. New Orleans is not a town for that kind of thing, it will just drive you nuts, especially if you are visiting/on vacation. Just walk a lot and try not to eat to the point of discomfort (either from quantity or types of food) and one should be fine.
Tom and I have actually both lost weight since moving here (not anything significant in my case, but he's dropped about 10 pounds or so) although both our BPs have risen. Which is actually a health indicator I care about, rather than weight. I think Tom's has settled back doen, and the mild medication I'm on seems to have worked - I swear it was 90% stress related (tenant drama, etc.) and only like 10% fried food/muffaletta (damn you sodium high cured meats and olive salad!) related.
Well ... just watched the space shuttle on its last flight.
New Orleans is not a town for that kind of thing
My second favorite story from when I did TV news monitoring for New Orleans was when a healthy cooking chef showed up on one of the fluff news daytime shows. The chef was burbling about low-fat milk and lean meats and all that, and the hosts were watching her with growing disbelief. Then the chef said, "And never use butter, use low-fat margarine--or canola spread!" and you could hear the entire crew gasp in horror.
The chef looked startled and one of the hosts said, "But--don't you think you're taking this light cooking thing a little far?"
My favourite Two Fat Ladies ep saw them cooking a venison terrine. They explained that venison is a rather lean meat, so they'd need to do something about it. They encased the entire terrine on all sides in streaky bacon.
I love the Two Fat Ladies. Almost as much as I love streaky bacon!
Love the Two Fat Ladies as well. I miss them and wish that Clarissa would do a show of her own, I'd start watching the Cooking channel again! Clarissa taught me how to make a proper Bubble and Squeak. Yum!
One thing I would tell Bourdain if I met him is that he is never going to out-drink, or truly keep up with, a man like Zamir. But he always has to try, because he was a bad-ass at CBGB's or whatever-the-fuck(and, yes, I'm Buffista enough to worry about where I put those hyphens...obvious sign I'm not a bad-ass.
I've been typing since I was five, but I still look. I don't know if I need to, or if trying not to, throws off my poor damaged brain, but whatever.
I never had elective space to take typing (drama & Spanish, drama & choir, drama & choir & stagecraft) in high school, which turns out to be a good thing, because when I tried to learn as an adult I discovered that the nerve damage in my right shoulder makes it uncomfortable-verging-on-impossible to hold my right hand/wrist in the correct position. I would have been miserable trying it for an entire semester. So I continue to type one-handed, occasionally using the right hand for shifting, entering, and backspacing. When really flying, I can type 30ish wpm, but I'm not even going to try without looking.
