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donaldtoo
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donaldtoo
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Thank you so very much, as always, Minnie…!!!
Yep, definitely a bit scary, but when you’re in your 90’s, I guess things aren’t always gonna’ be perfect, from time to time…!!!
He had the quadruple bypass when he was 82.
But they scanned his heart 57 ways ‘til Sunday
and found no issues.Sometimes crazy stuff just happens.
We also had some fun, yesterday evening, joking about the fact that Pop is 92, I’m 62 and Matt is 32…all 3 of us about 30 years apart…!!!!!
Anyhoo, thanks again for your kind words and well wishes, Minnie…!!!
rshell68
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Sorry to hear Pop’s had a health hiccup!! Glad he is on the mend and headed home. My week started with a text from my 76 year old mother she was in hospital with double pneumonia. She has since been released but it’s always the dilemma if I fly up or not. I always have to double check with my brother knowing he will tell me the truth.OK, so I hadn’t posted about this ‘cause I was trying to distract myself from it a bit, without knowing how or even if it would be resolved, but Pop has been in the hospital for the last few days. Before I go any further, all is well.
He was having shortness of breath whenever he was moving about, and he was coughing up black stuff (my apologies for that graphic), so he finally told my Mom that he needed to see a doc. She took him to the ER.
His BP was through the roof.
They finally dialed in the right BP cocktail for him Friday evening, and he’s been doing fine ever since.
We visited them (Mom and Pop - she’s been sleeping on a nice “cot” next to him) at the hospital again this evening. While we were there, he sat on the side of his bed with the little hospital table in front of him, and completely demolished the salad and steak they gave him for dinner…!!!!!
Anyway, he’s now doing great, they’re springing him tomorrow morning, and I should look so good, if I ever even get near being 92 years old…!!!
ETA…
They’re springing him this morning, actually…I wasn’t paying attention to the time…!!!!!
Ps Once I knew all was well I teased her that she must not have worn her coat or went outside with wet hair. She used to nag my brother and I with that when we were kids.
rshell68
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JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
We are excited when we see $1.46.9 per LITRE!
Filled up today @ £1.52 a titer .
Songbird76
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I'm a kind of a weird sort of picky eater. I've always LOVED my vegetables. From the time I was eating solid foods, I ate broccoli, brussels sprouts, spinach, green beans, cauliflower, cooked cabbage, carrots, corn, whatever. And I ate most meats, like burgers, pork chops, steak, chicken. Just no game meat like dear or pronghorn. And I ate mashed potatos, baked potatoes....my mom never made boiled potatoes, but pretty much any kind of potato, I was fine with. I did not, and still do not like raw tomatoes, or cucumber, or raw bell pepper, though I will eat raw red bell peppers now. But the only cooked veggies I wouldn't eat were zucchini (which I love now) and bell pepper (which I still don't like.) My picky things were sauces/condiments. I still won't eat butter unless it's melted. So no butter on bread. I don't like cheese unless it's melted or in sauce form. I don't like cold sauces or condiments. No mustard, ketchup, mayo....even the smell of them will still make me gag. The only exception is ranch dressing....I like that. And when I was younger, I didn't like sauces....I wanted everything plain. No gravy, no cheese sauces. I would eat cheese on a grilled cheese or on pizza, but I wouldn't eat nachos, or a cheese sauce on vegetables or anything. Really, I don't consider it that picky....I ate the healthy stuff like veggies. And as far as sauces go, it's easy to just leave those off. The problem is that most people automatically add things before serving them. You go to McDonalds and they automatically put on ketchup and mustard, which is ridiculous because different people like different amounts. Just serve stuff plain and let everyone decide what they want to put on in which quantities. And they always put in cucumbers, tomatoes, and cheese on salads. Just give me plain lettuce with some ranch dressing on the side, and I'm a happy camper....don't try to dress it up for me. How hard is it to leave stuff OFF?? And my mom wouldn't make me something different because I didn't like stuff, but that also meant she wouldn't make me a sandwich without putting butter on it. She knew I didn't like butter, but she wouldn't just make me a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich without butter. And she would get mad at me for wanting to order my burger plain. She found it embarrassing if we were eating at someone's house and I wouldn't taste their gravy, or I didn't want coleslow or potato salad, which both have cold sauces, and I still find both ABSOLUTELY disgusting. She would force me to try them even though she knew I didn't like them. I couldn't just take the things I DID like, because it would hurt their feelings if I didn't try everything. I'm pretty sure most people would rather I said no thank you than make faces and gag as I choked down this thing they were so proud of. Yes, you eat what you are served, but if you KNOW you don't like potato salad, then you just don't take any of the potato salad....then you take an extra spoonful of broccoli instead. Or a dinner roll, or extra mashed potatoes. You take the things you DO like, and don't make a big deal out of the fact that you don't like coleslaw. You just don't take coleslaw. But with my mother, it was like she was putting on a show, making a big deal out of how picky I was so everyone could see I was picky, and she was going to make an example out of the fact that SHE was the boss and I had to do what she wanted, even if it humiliated me and made the person who made the food feel bad. I still have a lot of issues with trying new foods because of that trauma, so I don't do that with my kids. I know a lot of people disagree with it, but having lived it myself and still having trauma from it, I won't inflict that abuse on someone else. And I DO have a lot of things I didn't like that I do now. I HATED zucchini...so slimey and gross, but now it's a favorite. And I like gravy now. I still don't like cold sauces, but I can handle warm ones in most cases. But I have to feel safe to try things....I have to feel like I'm not going to be hurting anyone's feelings if I don't like it, and that I'm not going to be forced to keep eating it.Yea, I never regarded it as a southern thing when I was younger, as I thought everyone ate it, from time to time…plus, I’ve always LOVED gravy…especially pepper sausage gravy…!!!!!!!
On a side note…
I, and my youngest bro, ate everything our dear Mother ever put on the table…liver and onions, Lima beans, Brussels sprouts (when they weren’t so popular
My middle bro, however, was a picky eater.
But, no concessions were ever made for him…eat what your mother lovingly put on the table, or go hungry.
He went hungry more than once, but the funny thing is he now adoringly eats many of the things that repulsed him as a kid…!!!!!
Songbird76
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Our unleaded 95 is 2.179 per liter right now.
donaldtoo
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So very glad to hear she’s now doing well, and I hope she’s as good as new soon…!!!
Fortunately, my folks are only about 15 minutes down the road, so we see them often.
But, when you’re having to consider airfare, I know it gets a bit more dicey when deciding whether or not to pull the trigger. It’s great that your bro will be straight with you, regarding such involving your mother…!!!
donaldtoo
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Not too far from where we’re at.
If it’s gonna’ be 22F overnight, I gotta’ go out and drip the hose bibs that are already covered… busted pipes would definitely not be good…!!!
JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
Forgive me, but I’ve heard enough stories about your mom to say this - she was abusive. One doesn’t need to leave broken bones and bruises to be considered an abuser.
I am truly sorry that you endured that. You seem to be a better, kinder, stronger person for it. And now I understand why you indulge your husband’s and son’s picky eating.
donaldtoo
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Wow. That is a lot, and I’m sorry your mother treated you that way.
It was never a malicious thing with my folks, it was just what was on the menu for that night, and if you chose not to eat it, you went hungry. I chose to never go hungry, and was grateful for whatever was put on the table…!!!
We also tried many new things when growing up, especially when living in No Cal from ‘68-‘76…steamed artichokes with mayo for dipping, lasagna, eggplant parmesan, pepper steaks, stuffed bell peppers, etc….!!!!!
Just call me Remy…!!!!!
JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
My mom was raised in England after the war, while shortages and rations were still in effect. English food back then was pretty bland to start with - now factor in a dearth of fresh fruits and vegetables, with meat being the last food item to be de-rationed well into the 1950’s, and that would explain my mom’s extremely bland palette. I never had broccoli, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts, or zucchini until I was an adult.Wow. That is a lot, and I’m sorry your mother treated you that way.
It was never a malicious thing with my folks, it was just what was on the menu for that night, and if you chose not to eat it, you went hungry. I chose to never go hungry, and was grateful for whatever was put on the table…!!!
We also tried many new things when growing up, especially when living in No Cal from ‘68-‘76…steamed artichokes with mayo for dipping, lasagna, eggplant parmesan, pepper steaks, stuffed bell peppers, etc….!!!!!
Just call me Remy…!!!!!
She never forced us to eat anything we didn’t want to, but she also didn’t cater to our whims either. Here’s supper. Eat it, or make yourself a peanut butter sandwich.
Thankfully, my dad’s parents lived with us until I was 9, and then within blocks of us for the majority of their remaining lives. Baba was Polish. Dida was Ukrainian. The garden was about 50’ x 80’. And the eatin’ was good!
There’s not much I won’t eat in terms of vegetables - raw tomatoes and eggplant (no matter how it’s prepared) being the main exceptions.
Songbird76
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Yes, I've come to that conclusion in the last few years. I didn't consider it that way when I was younger, but the more I see, the more I learn, the more I experience with my own children, I don't see how she could do some of the things she did. I'm trying to break that cycle. I know my brother would never agree that she was abusive, but she also treated him very differently than she treated me. He was everything she wanted in her child and I think she kind of saw me as an inconvenience and she wanted to "break me of bad habits" like being picky. She had no patience, and anything that required her to have empathy or understanding, she just did not have the patience for. She took the easy way...blame everything on me and punish me for it. Now that I'm older, it's easier to SEE that it was abusive, but it's still hard to stop feeling the fear, shame, etc that I was conditioned to feel. And I'm noticing triggers more and more as an adult, so I guess that's healing.
Songbird76
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Yeah, it might have been fine if going hungry had been an option, but it wasn't. You ate whatever she put on your plate, and you ate it ALL. And you'd better not make faces or gag or she'd GIVE you something to cry about. It was absolutely abusive, looking back. But, having that insight makes me, I hope, a better mom. I know what it feels like. I understand the anxiety that comes with a new food, and I can do more to make it feel safe to try things. And my kids will never have to worry about being punished because they didn't like something.Wow. That is a lot, and I’m sorry your mother treated you that way.
It was never a malicious thing with my folks, it was just what was on the menu for that night, and if you chose not to eat it, you went hungry. I chose to never go hungry, and was grateful for whatever was put on the table…!!!
We also tried many new things when growing up, especially when living in No Cal from ‘68-‘76…steamed artichokes with mayo for dipping, lasagna, eggplant parmesan, pepper steaks, stuffed bell peppers, etc….!!!!!
Just call me Remy…!!!!!
It wasn't until after I was no longer in my mom's house that I could start to try new things without feeling panicked. My husband has been really good for me in that regard because he always encouraged me to order what sounded good on a menu, make moderations if necessary, and if I didn't like it, no biggie....order something else. I always had a hard time because the rule in my house was that you don't cause problems. You order it as is, and you eat it how it comes. If you don't like it, order something else next time, but this time, you WILL clean your plate, and we'll sit here until you do, and we're going to shame you for taking a long time, or for making a face, etc. You ordered it, you eat it, and you do so without complaining! So my husband has been really instrumental in kind of breaking those barriers, making it ok not to like everything. And I think in the last 20 years or so, things have kind of shifted in restaurants, too....it's more common to make modifications now, to ask about ingredients, because there are so many allergies, dietary restrictions, religious restrictions....there's no such thing as one size fits all in the food industry anymore. So that helps a lot.