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  • I eat sweet potato skins. Not sure how well they would shred.
    Primal since 9/24/2010
    "Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within." Miguel de Cervantes

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    • I peel my sweet potatoes. Never tried the skins. I've heard they should be peeled (maybe on nomnompaleo?) as they contain... (sorry brain fart) I think maybe the same as the green potato stuff that's not good for ya. Anyways, try it cause I'm all for short cuts when cooking from scratch all the freaking time!!! I spend WAY too much time in the kitchen, but it must be done to avoid the processed crap... wanders off mumbling that there must be a better way...

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      • I will try making a freezing shredded potatoes for hashbrowns and give a report on it later.

        Caitlyn and I had lunch with her dad today. Had a really good time. Went shopping afterward. She got a cute tee that says "horror movie" on it and has a pig and a chick looking at a plate of bacon & eggs. Too cute. I didn't find the raspberry cardigan but I did get a navy blue short sleeved cardigan with a lt blue v-neck tee a necklace, earrings and a bracelet to go with it for $25. Not a bad day. Oh, and I didn't get anymore emails delaying the start of my job so its a go for Monday!
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        • Got my google monkey out (AKA me) and found this link on how to freeze hashbrowns. Will try this out later and report.
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          • I was talking with a friend earlier about starting the job Monday and he said it seems that I am just unlucky. He confirmed where my head is at for years. I'm one unlucky person. I have only held 5 jobs for longer than a year. Been fired more times than I care to think about; affected by downsizings; companies falling apart; and just sheer boredom. Then it seems like its transferred to my personal life as well. Bankruptcy, my relationships, everything. I wonder if luck ever changes or do you just keep being dealt the same hand?
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            • Hands are random... what you do with them is your choice...

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              • During my latest bouts of agnostic rambling, I realized that every chance in life comes up much like a poker hand. You get 3 cards and they're most likely shit to begin. You go around and bluff, hoping to scare up some opportunity. You get another card, and have either something almost worthwhile or the beginning of something good. You go around and bluff again, this time putting in more effort and staring down your opponents. Then you get your fifth card, and your hand is either completely shit, mostly shitty, or the best hand you've seen that night. That's when you decide on how much you think you can bluff. The best poker players in my group have taken it all on a nothing hand. I've seen people fold a full house they could've won on. It's all in how you make your hand and yourself out to be. It's all in faking that you have the best damn hand on the face of the fucking planet until you stare the fuckers down.
                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                  During my latest bouts of agnostic rambling, I realized that every chance in life comes up much like a poker hand. You get 3 cards and they're most likely shit to begin. You go around and bluff, hoping to scare up some opportunity. You get another card, and have either something almost worthwhile or the beginning of something good. You go around and bluff again, this time putting in more effort and staring down your opponents. Then you get your fifth card, and your hand is either completely shit, mostly shitty, or the best hand you've seen that night. That's when you decide on how much you think you can bluff. The best poker players in my group have taken it all on a nothing hand. I've seen people fold a full house they could've won on. It's all in how you make your hand and yourself out to be. It's all in faking that you have the best damn hand on the face of the fucking planet until you stare the fuckers down.
                  Maybe. I've never played poker but I somewhat understand what you're talking about. I'm one of those people that will take on too much to make others happy and put my wants back. Like taking on a promotion right after my mom died. My head was telling me to wait for it, but my boss at the time and my heart said go for it. Should've waited. I probably would still be working for the company. Oh well, shit happens.
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                  • You bluffed without feeling out your competition. Shit happens. Get back in the game and look hard at the cards you've been handed recently to see if they're salvagable or if it'll hafta be all bluff.
                    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                    • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                      You bluffed without feeling out your competition. Shit happens. Get back in the game and look hard at the cards you've been handed recently to see if they're salvagable or if it'll hafta be all bluff.
                      For a person who knows jack shit about poker, I'm lost.
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                      • Originally posted by geostump View Post
                        For a person who knows jack shit about poker, I'm lost.
                        I know just enough to be dangerous to myself.
                        Translation: You spread yourself too thin without knowing enough about management and what you were getting yourself into, and not letting your intuition have a say. Look at what's come to you recently and see if you can make something happen with them, or if God has ideas that you're not privy to. If it looks like God has better ideas, I'm not the person to ask.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • Hope your 1st day at work was good.
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                          "Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within." Miguel de Cervantes

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                          • Work went well. I know one of our trainers so that was pretty cool.

                            I am so upset that I want to go up to Heather's school and start going off on a bunch of snobby ass fifth graders. Fucking bulies, I hate them. I get a text from Clint while at work saying that $30 was missing from his wallet and he wanted to know if I took it. Told him no. Told him when I got home, I would check the pants he wore yesterday and if they weren't there, I would talk to the girls. I ended up having to talk to the girls. It took about 10 minutes before someone fessed up and Heather said she did it. Apparently some brats at school have been bullying her about packing her lunch since second grade and she said she just couldn't take it anymore and took the money out of her dad's wallet. The kids were saying that we are "poor" and "don't have any money". I so want to go up to the school and beat those kids asses in along with their parents. Such a nice set of beliefs those people have. I'm writing a letter for Heather to take to school tomorrow and Clint is going to call the school as well. I'm going to ask that she not be punished at school for this as she feels bad enough about it as is.
                            Georgette

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                            • That really is a horrible way to end what should have been a great day. SO tough as throwing money at the problem to "prove them wrong" is such a waste of time and against your beliefs. I hope the teacher or principal has a talk with those kids about bullying and what it really says about them!

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                              • Originally posted by geostump View Post
                                *snip* bullying
                                I went through the same bullying. I was "poor" and Oak Cliff trailer trash" because I took my lunch. I'd like to say I unleashed one of my epic smackdowns on the bully or ignored them. I didn't. I asked my folks for lunch money and was told "no." The idea of stealing money from my folks didn't cross my mind. I told my folks about the bullying and was told "get over it. THere're bullies throughout your life. Learn to stand up to them now." I didn't. I just ate in secrecy and hid outside to read.
                                That's not what I recommend. Have her do what I did much later in my HS career: challenge them to a taste test between leftovers and school food. They'll laugh and try to keep at the bullying. Issue the challenge each time, saying they're obviously chicken because they know they're wrong. They eventually left me alone, because I wouldn't take their bait.
                                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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