Homer J Simpson
I don't push
You say this like it's bad.I'm just assuming to create the least amount of dishes possible. Can opener and a spoon. Bet you he just licks the spoon clean, wipes it on his shirt and puts it back in the drawer.
You say this like it's bad.I'm just assuming to create the least amount of dishes possible. Can opener and a spoon. Bet you he just licks the spoon clean, wipes it on his shirt and puts it back in the drawer.
You realize they're all now imagining it's your underwear drawer. And that there's a reason it takes you six months to find it.I do think he eats them unheated sometimes. More likely the spoon just gets thrown, dirty, into a drawer somewhere where I'll find it six months later.
I have so much sexy underwear it's well hidden?You realize they're all now imagining it's your underwear drawer. And that there's a reason it takes you six months to find it.
I feel a dinner party brewing.proninja said:I don't think I've ever had spaghetti o's, but dinty moore beef stew is divine
Can I try?I have so much sexy underwear it's well hidden?
I'm so fat that the underwear in the drawer envelopes it and it's lost forever?
I don't change my underwear more than every six months?
Most of my ideas here aren't so good.
One time I had dinty moore at work for lunch and i realized it had been in my drawer for months and then I thought wait this is meat and vegetables and it's not refrigerated and how does this not go bad and then i thought wait all the stuff i eat at work is just sitting around at room temperraure forever and I still eat it and it must be just full of chemicals and i should not eat this stuff. I still do though.proninja said:I don't think I've ever had spaghetti o's, but dinty moore beef stew is divine
My super-snobby, classically trained French chef husband eats Spaghetti-Os when I go out of town. Guilty pleasures, guys.
ETA: Also Dinty(?) Moore beef stew.
me too. still not from oakland though. just yesterday, i had the "what's your favorite pop tart?" question. i had to shrug and say i had no ####### idea.I have never had SpagettiOs and no more than 2-3 poptarts my entire life.
My mom knew how to cook
And she loved me
I refuse to acknowledge that unfrosted pop tarts exist.How does someone ask 82 questions about Pop-Tarts and not ask if they were frosted or plain. That's like, the whole thing.
Gonna have to get into that 7-year-old Flor di Cana in her honor.Actually actually Happy Birthday to K4.
Man, that's some good hoochGonna have to get into that 7-year-old Flor di Cana in her honor.
Hey Uruk, I'm semi-negotiating a 3 month lease on the Galveston house beginning Oct., so if you still want to come down, consider this month.Man, that's some good hooch
My mom made orange spaghetti.My mother cooked broccoli until it was grey.
Ooooo, that's a good point.I refuse to acknowledge that unfrosted pop tarts exist.
Thanks for the actual, actual bday wishes, GBs.Gonna have to get into that 7-year-old Flor di Cana in her honor.
Does no one add cheese to the O's? I haven't had them in many years, bu when I did, I always added some shredded sheeseYou should try Ronald Silks's famous recipe for those Spaghetti Os.
My super-snobby, classically trained French chef husband eats Spaghetti-Os when I go out of town. Guilty pleasures, guys.
ETA: Also Dinty(?) Moore beef stew.
This is my go to sodium fix.proninja said:I don't think I've ever had spaghetti o's, but dinty moore beef stew is divine
Spaghettios:
Meatballs or sans meatballs?
Stovetop or microwave?
What kind of pan or microwave-safe bowl?
Spoon or fork?
Manual can opener or electric?
Franco-American or store brand?
Add seasoning or au natural?
Just ring shaped or like Star Wars or Minions and ####?
Bread or anything else to go along with it?
Pop Tarts:
Toasted or raw?
Which flavor?
One or the whole envelope?
Kelloggs or off brand?
Start at the corners or middle?
Portrait or landscape?
Answer all so I can judge you.
Don't make her eat pop tarts and spaghetti OsI think I'm becoming quite sentimental in my old age. Watched The Little Prince tonight and I teared up pretty good. Makes me want to do whatever I can to make life magical for my daughter.
Stop it.I think I'm becoming quite sentimental in my old age. Watched The Little Prince tonight and I teared up pretty good. Makes me want to do whatever I can to make life magical for my daughter.
...unless she really wants to.Don't make her eat pop tarts and spaghetti Os
The one with Gene Wilder?I think I'm becoming quite sentimental in my old age. Watched The Little Prince tonight and I teared up pretty good. Makes me want to do whatever I can to make life magical for my daughter.
No, the 2015 animated version.The one with Gene Wilder?
Don't know how to respond to this other than to say if I could, I'd give you an awkward man hug and order another round of beers.No, the 2015 animated version.
I've been struggling with a lot of anxiety lately about what life is going to look like for my daughter. With her auditory processing disorder, I don't know what adulthood looks like for her. She's 7 and has no friends for a variety of reasons mostly related to her APD and I don't know if she'll ever really have friends. She's not dumb, but it takes her a lot longer to learn and understand things. So I worry about not only whether she'd even be able to go to college (seems unlikely), but what kind of job she could even do. I'm not even sure she'll be able to live on her own independently. If she can, I'm not sure that I want her to if she's just going to be totally alone.
And if that's how it plays out, I'm perfectly fine with her living with us. But somewhere down the road, I'm going to get old. And we wouldn't be able to look after her. And I don't know what would happen to her. And that terrifies me.
So when I watch or read something about childhood and life being magical, it's been hitting me pretty hard because I know that life is hard and cynical and that's why we need to remind ourselves of the beauty and magic in the world. When I think about how hard life could be for her, it kind of crushes me.
:blowsout:
You're a good dude and a good dad.No, the 2015 animated version.
I've been struggling with a lot of anxiety lately about what life is going to look like for my daughter. With her auditory processing disorder, I don't know what adulthood looks like for her. She's 7 and has no friends for a variety of reasons mostly related to her APD and I don't know if she'll ever really have friends. She's not dumb, but it takes her a lot longer to learn and understand things. So I worry about not only whether she'd even be able to go to college (seems unlikely), but what kind of job she could even do. I'm not even sure she'll be able to live on her own independently. If she can, I'm not sure that I want her to if she's just going to be totally alone.
And if that's how it plays out, I'm perfectly fine with her living with us. But somewhere down the road, I'm going to get old. And we wouldn't be able to look after her. And I don't know what would happen to her. And that terrifies me.
So when I watch or read something about childhood and life being magical, it's been hitting me pretty hard because I know that life is hard and cynical and that's why we need to remind ourselves of the beauty and magic in the world. When I think about how hard life could be for her, it kind of crushes me.
:blowsout:
Wow. I was unaware of all this. Add to it you MIL and other ####. Ugh. Sucks.\
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You're a mensch.I appreciate the kind thoughts guys. I'm not sure why all this hit me this week and got me all emotional. Probably because she's heading back to school this week and I know that school's a struggle for her.
I'm not sure I'm always the best dad and Lord knows there's too many times I pay more attention to my phone or email than my daughter, but I certainly am always trying to be better and help make the best life we can for her.
It's funny how much kids change your life. I get frustrated at times, but ultimately I don't give a crap what happens to me other than the negative effects it has in my wife and kid. Before her I was one of those guys who balked at "participation" trophies. Now, when I saw how much that participation trophy meant to her in t-ball and 1st/2nd grade basketball, and knowing that she'll never be on a championship team, I'm pretty disgusted with my former self. She worked really hard on always being there and learning the skills, and she is so tremendously proud of those trophies.
Being a parent is way harder than I ever thought. I think I was prepared to help a kid deal with the issues I always dealt with as a kid. I feel totally inadequate in dealing with issues that I never had.
Next week, she'll tell you it's a foot too long. Trust me.I've spent the bulk of the day building a farmhouses style dining room table. I guess they cost a rack or two to buy and I'm doing it for about $100.
Of course now that's I'm almost done the wife thinks maybe it should be a foot longer. So instead of being finished and getting to go get drunk at a party I have to wait for her to decide, probably run up to home Depot to get new wood, and then spend like another hour finishing this thing
I've been going through this myself since one of the issues my 7 yo daughter has is APD. Things that have helped her are speech therapy (they work on listening as well as producing sounds) and having an aide in the classroom. Recently I've been listening to audiobooks (Magic Treehouse series) with her at night to help her practice comprehending what she hears. The stories are read by the author and about 40 minutes so they are short enough to hear an entire story before she goes to sleep.No, the 2015 animated version.
I've been struggling with a lot of anxiety lately about what life is going to look like for my daughter. With her auditory processing disorder, I don't know what adulthood looks like for her. She's 7 and has no friends for a variety of reasons mostly related to her APD and I don't know if she'll ever really have friends. She's not dumb, but it takes her a lot longer to learn and understand things. So I worry about not only whether she'd even be able to go to college (seems unlikely), but what kind of job she could even do. I'm not even sure she'll be able to live on her own independently. If she can, I'm not sure that I want her to if she's just going to be totally alone.
And if that's how it plays out, I'm perfectly fine with her living with us. But somewhere down the road, I'm going to get old. And we wouldn't be able to look after her. And I don't know what would happen to her. And that terrifies me.
So when I watch or read something about childhood and life being magical, it's been hitting me pretty hard because I know that life is hard and cynical and that's why we need to remind ourselves of the beauty and magic in the world. When I think about how hard life could be for her, it kind of crushes me.
:blowsout:
You live in a farmhouse?I've spent the bulk of the day building a farmhouses style dining room table. I guess they cost a rack or two to buy and I'm doing it for about $100.
Of course now that's I'm almost done the wife thinks maybe it should be a foot longer. So instead of being finished and getting to go get drunk at a party I have to wait for her to decide, probably run up to home Depot to get new wood, and then spend like another hour finishing this thing
Next week, she'll tell you it's a foot too long. she never wanted it in the first place. Trust me.
Tell her to #### offI've spent the bulk of the day building a farmhouses style dining room table. I guess they cost a rack or two to buy and I'm doing it for about $100.
Of course now that's I'm almost done the wife thinks maybe it should be a foot longer. So instead of being finished and getting to go get drunk at a party I have to wait for her to decide, probably run up to home Depot to get new wood, and then spend like another hour finishing this thing