The Chit Chat Chit Chat Thread

Goofyernmost

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I'm not a fan of Halloween either. I mostly have a problem with costumes, icky. I did like Halloween in WDW, the party was really fun.
When I was a kid, from 2nd grade on, we lived basically in the outskirts of town. In order to go trick or treating, we had to go into the city where my grandmother, uncle, aunt and cousins lived. We were allowed to just cover our block. It seemed huge at the time, now it appears like it is only about five housed per quad. There was a good and a few bads about it. Number one "good" was candy. No worries about sickies putting razors in candy or preditors. Full sized candy bars as well, but also a lot of popcorn balls and bags of candy corn. "Bad" consistied of a number of things. We were always invited into everyones home. Since we lived on that same block for a while before we moved, they knew me from before I was school age. We had to let them guess who we were and then reveal at the end of the game by taking off our masks. Then there was 5 minutes or so of them (the older ones anyway) telling us how much we had grown and then sorting through a number of scenario's that we did comically when we were little. (fun). All we wanted to do was escape and get more candy. Also the masks were hot and hard to see out of so we many times did face plants when we hit an uneven surface while walking along. The full costumes were a waste of time and money because this was near the Canadian Border and this was the end of October. That meant a jacket and a hat, insisted on by parents. (geez, folks have a heart). At least buy a costume that was large enough to be worn over the jackets.

As soon as I was old enough to convincingly point out that I was old enough to be to old to "trick or treat" I stopped. The positive is that I still have almost all of my original teeth, the only losses were mostly accidental not cavityish. When my girls were TorT age I walked around our block with them. Many years my wife and father stayed in the house, drinking coffee and passing out candy. My Mother, myself and the girls did the sugar walk. My Mom, unlike myself still had a firm grasp on her inner child and had a mask for herself and a small pumpkin shaped bucket to collect candy with. Being only 4' 11" tall she was able to get away with it and she was in her seventies at that time. She kept the candy too. :D

One year I did get a little into it when the kids were young and used a black light, a small basket ball and a sheet and hung it with a hangman's noose inside the garage window with a fan blowing on it to make it sway back in forth. My kids thought is was lame and thus ended my joining in the Halloween participation. 👻👻
 
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Cesar R M

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I got called a "karen". I don't think this guy knows what a Karen is. I was posting on a vlog I follow, and I posted about how when I was in high school, a boy in my class was harassing me, snapping my bra, making vulgar comments about what he wanted to do to me, etc. It was happening in the hallways and in my Biology class where we had assigned seating and his seat was next to mine. I went to the Bio teacher and asked if he could move our seats apart and explained why. He told me that there were always going to be people I didn't like, but I had to find a way to get along, and that it was my fault because I would blush and kind of nervously giggle out of embarrassment, which was encouraging to him. He DID make a new seating arrangement, and put the boy right behind me, where he was even closer and had more access to snap my bra, mess with my hair, stick pencils in my ear, etc. I came home in tears every afternoon and my brother finally got angry and slammed the boy up against some lockers and a teacher heard the commotion and came to see what was going on. My brother told the story, the kid confirmed he HAD done and said those things and he just laughed about it, so she marched both of them to the principal's office. It did finally stop, because the boy was reminded that his family was fixing to move soon, and he wouldn't be allowed to leave the state if there was a lawsuit pending against him. So he stopped, and at the time, that's all I had wanted. I didn't want to make trouble for anyone, I just wanted him to stop, so I DIDN'T file a lawsuit, and that in hindsight, I probably should have, and also included the Bio teacher for not protecting me and not doing anything to stop it, and instead making it worse. And I also mentioned in my post that I had had numerous other experiences...a guy who grabbed my behind (who I promptly punched in the stomach) and various men who blocked my entrance to a bathroom, or a hallway, etc and made lewd suggestions. And for this, a guy said I was intent on thinking all men were evil, and he called me a Karen. :hilarious: :hilarious: :hilarious: "You keep using that word....I do not think it means what you think it means." -Inigo Montoya.
The guy who called you a Karen was probably one of those morons who did the things you described. aka constantly catbaiting, namecalling, try to block girls on hallways and bad touch them, harass them for "fun".
And he felt pointed at by your calls out and reactions.
 

Goofyernmost

Well-Known Member
At the 2 minute mark @Goofyernmost is famous

Finally, My almost 15 minutes of fame (closer to 1 minute). After giving it some thought I think I would be more then happy to supply autographs. Just send a pre-stamped envelope and $50.00 and I will return the signature as soon as I feel like it. When your famous you can determine when it is convenient.
 

Figgy1

Premium Member
Yummy! Do you have the recipe handy? What is top pic....that looks very good too!:D
Pork loin sliced thin marinated in white wine ginger and a bit of stevia. Stir fry separately bok choi, carrots, mushrooms,1 onion, and pork. Sauce stir fry a bit of minced ginger add veggie stock, a bit of orange juice, a bit of stevia to taste add a slurry of corn starch water and sesame oil.
 

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