An Alton Brown book? Myth busters new book?
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I personally find oyster mushrooms yummy.
me too and that kit is neato!
Interesting side note- when highlighting Typo Boy's quote I accidentally clicked the 'search google' option and that kit was the second result!
That kit looks cool, oyster mushrooms are tasty.
Mom was always worried about her weight when I was growing up (although looking back she wasn't heavy) but I think part of the problem stems from my Dad.
My Dad does not like fat women at all. Maybe he doesn't like fat men either, I'm not sure. I don't know how much he obsesses about his own weight, but I know he has always ahd this thing about eating right (whatever that means at the time) and when I was growing up one of this things was only 1 starch at a meal, period.
When my parents met Mom was tall and skinny, then she had kids and life happened and she gained some weight. When they divorced she wasn't fat, maybe a little overweight but not fat.
He would occasionally say things about my weight, but in an "I'm encouraging you to exercise way" although after I put on weight due to medicine he stopped that.
And even though he's never said it, deep down I think he thinks I'm ugly and is disappointed in me.
That mushroom thing looks neat.
Askye, that's so tough.
askye, I'm sorry if your dad doesn't realize how beautiful you are. That's a really hard thing for you to be carrying around. I don't know your dad, so I can't say I'm sure it's not true, but I really hope it's not.
I've always liked my breasts, though I'm not so fond of having to buy spendy bras to accommodate them. But I think they're pretty awesome. I once dated a guy who thought they were too big. He would tell me that a perfectly sized breast should fit into a martini glass; anything bigger than that was a waste. He was a total asshole, in case you hadn't picked up on that already.
He would tell me that a perfectly sized breast should fit into a martini glass; anything bigger than that was a waste. He was a total asshole, in case you hadn't picked up on that already.
I've heard "more than a mouthful is a waste." (Actually, the first time I heard that was when I was about 15, and the person speaking was an adult who was the music teacher at the performing arts camp I attended, and he was talking to a bunch of teenage girls who all had crushes on him, and we were just listening to anything he'd say as long as it meant he was paying attention to us, and somehow his rambling got to that topic. I really wonder whether he realized how inappropriate that was.)
I'm with Kate, askye. Parents need to be so careful about the judgey voices they can put in your head.
anything bigger than that was a waste
There's nothing like admitting up front that you have no sexual imagination. Any part of your lover's body is a waste, it highlights that you don't know what to do with it.
I would like my boobs a lot better if they didn't need pricey bras to make sure they don't look inappropriate, uncomfortable, or dowdy. Also if I had any idea of when I'm crossing the line into "too little support/restraint". But that's absolutely not a question my family will give candid feedback on. It turns into an "I can't do that with my boobs!" conversation.
Which, you know what? There are a lot of hangups that come from inside and out, and it's not like mammary anxiety is inherently a genetic issue, or something that springs up independently amongst a bunch of women who weren't raised in similar environments.
I'm not blaming the world, or blaming the menfolk, just...bodies are charged, women's bodies are charged, and secondary sexual characteristics are super charged. The groundwork is well-laid, and the soil is very fertile, where the slightest windblown seed can take root.
I know what that's like...it sucks.
Myth busters new book?
Oh, that's a good one for my son.
I am hanging with Mom waiting for step-dad to have hernia surgery. He had them repaired in the 60s, but it didn't hold. He is way more concerned about being a burden to my mom than he is about himself. We are sitting outside and she is walking around the building to stretch her legs. I am so grateful for her good health. 91 looks good on her.