You can freeze them if you plan on cooking with them. I ended up with an obscene amount of tomatoes one year that were amazingly tasty and I was so sad that I couldn’t process them before they went bad. My aunt told me to freeze them - it was perfect! They also make for great weapons when frozen, and when you thaw them the skins come right off!
What if you’re the jetpack but your partner is gassy? Damn lactose intolerance.
I appreciate the sentiment, but it still leaves some of that “no need to be depressed! Just eat organic home made meals, get 8hrs uninterrupted sleep on schedule, and take a couple hours a day to walk in the woods - it’s free so anyone can do it!” taste in my mouth.
Seriously, I was raised with so much propaganda.
Up until my late twenties I had believed basically everything I was taught in school. I never had reason to question it, as I was basically living in a bubble. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that when the colonists arrived to this country, it wasn’t just big empty open spaces that the native Americans gladly shared with us. Funny enough, that’s roughly when I gained access to the internet.
Please don’t include X with the boomers. Since we stepped into the real world and realized it functions completely differently than what we were raised to believe, life’s just been a neverending string of “wait, that was wrong too?” We just want to survive another day under the radar.
Sorry fellow X’rs for publicly acknowledging our existence. Hopefully this post doesn’t get any upvotes. *Pulls blanket back over my head.
The hospital I work at had installed some kind of wipe catcher in most of the publicly accessable toilets. All you can see is a metal ring at the opening at the bottom of the toilet with a sign warning not to put your hand in there or you WILL get shredded. Apparently it has sharp bits that will snag wipes if you attempt to flush them.
I think the problem is that one side is making a statement as an absolute, and the other one is making a statement which they quantify as “most”.
One single occurrence disqualifies the person claiming the absolute.
“Most” would mean more than half, which may be a big ask but we don’t know their entire experience, culture, environment, and all the other factors involved.
For the record, as a very fair skinned 53yo woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, I’ve spent my entire adult life hiding from the sun and wearing sun screen year round (I live in the Chicago area.) I regularly get mistaken for my early-mid 30s, and if I look really close I can see some fine crows feet when I smile. I dare say 10 years ago they’d have been hard to find lol.
Interesting. All it shows me are cats, hair cut/dying, coffee, animals being silly, and comedic videos.
I work in hospice, everyone’s journey is different. As you hear things (some people share stories intending to be well meaning) try to let it slide off. Focus on your families and your needs, and know that there are resources available for assistance and support (social workers, spiritual needs, etc.)
I’d imagine Sprite being more refreshing rushing through my sinuses.
Crematoriums hate this one trick!
Should I be calling it a foot speculum or heel speculum? Which sounds worse?
Achilles speculum? Tarsal speculum?
Having volunteered at a church’s food distribution for over 25 years, I can say that some food banks are pretty special with how they do things. We purchase food from a large food bank for distribution once a month. If the food bank has a lot of produce or something they haven’t been able to move, sometimes they’ll throw a pallet or two extra on the trailer when we pick it up, so that they can get rid of it. When we get the trailer, sometimes it’s just a surprise what we end up with.
In general, we have some people that come that have extended families or neighbors that they give some of the surplus to. Then there’s the church that were hosted at. There’s some things that they’re able to keep for the next day to offer to the parishioners. Beyond that, there’s the occasional phone call to other churches to see if anybody could use it. In the end, the pastor knows a pig farmer where if we have a surplus of a surplus, some stuff will go to.