I pilfered the rest of their Hawaiian rolls and sliced up some cheddar jack. Hardly dinner but I’m not starving anymore. I’m going to get some boxes of pasta and other stuff sometime this week.
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There’s probably a lot to unpack at my psychological aversion to eating soup under most circumstances.
I was a pretty sick kid. I was in and out of hospitals quite a bit between infancy and about the age of 8. I strongly believe I had cyclic vomiting syndrome, which sounds extremely similar to my experiences but wasn’t a common diagnosis when I was a kid.
So when I was a kid, soup=sickness and sick days=soup.
And now the thought of eating soup outside of being sick is just…no. If someone suggests it, I get annoyed, like dude, that’s sick people food. Do I look sick to you? Why do you want me to eat that?
The only exception is broccoli cheese soup. Partially because when it’s good it’s fucking delicious, and partially because it is way too rich for me to tolerate when I’m nauseated, so I’d never think of using it as sick people food.
I am so fucking hungry.
You can’t tell me not to bring my supply of non-perishables with me then proceed to not feed me.
Like I’m being facetious but seriously, I can’t not eat regularly. It’s bad for my broken brain.
I swear I need a stash of pasta so I can make some up with butter or olive oil and parmesan when they decided to not tell me they’re skipping dinner completely.
They ate all the leftovers and there’s not any of the pulled pork they made left so there’s literally nothing to eat for dinner here. And they told me I should put all the food I had for There’s Nothing to Eat type occasions in storage.
I cannot overstate how important eating regularly is for my mental stability.
You can’t tell me not to bring my supply of non-perishables with me then proceed to not feed me.
Like I’m being facetious but seriously, I can’t not eat regularly. It’s bad for my broken brain.
I swear I need a stash of pasta so I can make some up with butter or olive oil and parmesan when they decided to not tell me they’re skipping dinner completely.
You can’t tell me not to bring my supply of non-perishables with me then proceed to not feed me.
Like I’m being facetious but seriously, I can’t not eat regularly. It’s bad for my broken brain.
Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.
THIS IS IMPORTANT
When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).
I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.
Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable – ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.
Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.
DO NOT SCROLL PAST THAT.
Off topic, but very important! I was taught to yell “this is not my mom/dad.” A young kid freaking out in public is likely to be ignored out of embarrassment, but a kid telling you right out that they don’t know who is messing with them? That will turn heads.
VERY IMPORTANT!!
It’s a growlithe
if my growlithe ain’t that big i don’t want it
^ tbh
*grabs her arm* “I could eat you,”
*lets go of her arm* “but I won’t.” 😋
We’ve got a thunderstorm going and it thundered so hard that someone’s car alarm went off.
Like damn Thor slow your roll.
Happy Birthday Carrie Fisher!
[B. October 21st, 1956-∞]“When I love, I love for miles and miles. A love so big it should either be outlawed or it should have a capital and its own currency.” – Carrie Fisher
The Paradox Machine 