13 Responses to Share Your World – Week 129

  1. I would love if someone would ask me #1 too :O) …and karma is a beach… my and and only try to go to school as a karma chameleon ended with an angry mom who picked me up and 14 …14!!!! days confinement… quasi my whole teenagertime…

  2. Thanks, E.S. for Sharing Your World! About the horror….(and you’ll note that I said suspense, not horror, although the bleed-over (no pun intentionally intended) these days may make that a moot point, but about the horror? I’d say you were provided plenty of that right in SCT…by Zeeba, but also by the gallant Buster, who dies gushing ‘blood’ at least once an episode (if not more times). I cringed at your cooking/egg story, but I understand too. My mother went to the same ‘cooking school’ as yours. The stuff was usually semi-cooked, but mostly uniformly awful. Thank goodness for Chef Boyardee and that Chinese food in a can stuff that was popular in the 70s. We might have starved if it weren’t for ‘open a can and heat it up’ food. And ‘they’ wonder why I have issues with food to this day. I am a fair cook (in my own mind), but I’ve had those kind of horror stories too, the turkey that I never lived down as long as hubby was alive is one such. I hope you do get your leg issues sorted out and I wonder if a trip to the doctor or ER isn’t in order. That sounds rather dangerous besides being painful. Take care!

  3. ghostmmnc says:

    Hope you feel better soon!
    Oh yeah I have to have my metal drinking glasses with a lid, because I like things to keep cold, and also I’m such a klutz that an open top container will always get spilled. 🙂

  4. Ally Bean says:

    Karma’s a bitch and knows where you live. Ever think about that! Just because you don’t believe in her doesn’t mean she can’t track you down.

  5. Thom says:

    Feel better LB

  6. Well phooey…hope you get better soon! And then have someone ask you if you’d like a wad of cash. 💵

  7. The Twilight zone was one of my favorites, too. It was so on the edge of this world and the unknown world.

  8. We use lidded coffee cups and drinking “glasses” (but they are plastic all the time because we are BOTH klutzes and can’t afford to replace the computers after we spill crap into the keyboards.

    I am so glad I’m not the only child to grow up with a mother who couldn’t cook. My mother’s eggs were disgusting. Either all runny (OH YUCK) or burned. Burned was better than loose, but neither was good and learning to cook was an absolute necessity to surviving childhood.

    When ever my mother offered to “start dinner,” the three of us gathered round and said, “No, thanks, we can take care of it!” and we did. A mother who can actually produce an edible meal can totally spoil children.

  9. draliman says:

    I reckon me and Zeeba would get on great. Is she… um… seeing anyone at the moment? Um.
    I hope you get your leg sorted out.

  10. The leg thing must be miserable…..hope that resolves SOON! Twilight Zone was one of my major favorite shows – gave me plenty of nightmare material back in those days. Guess what – I/we own ZERO plastic containers with lids…..it’s one of the biggest “giveaways” from companies and trade shows/pet shows – I always say “thanks but I have one already”….but I don’t (have one that is!). My Mom was not a good cook but she cooked. We had meatloaf FREQUENTLY (like twice a week) and always had mashed potatoes – like every night. Oh well….we survived!


  11. mydangblog says:

    Ooh, that egg story! I have a weird thing with eggs—I can eat them thoroughly mixed, like scrambled or in an omelette, but I can’t even look at them cooked separately! And for sharing me bizarre reason, my daughter loves eggs sunny side up, and when she makes them I literally run from the room! Hope you feel better soon!

  12. Kismet says:

    That woman ei===

    That woman in the last photo shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near a food store until she loses at least 250 pounds.

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