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I gagged a little at our electric bill last month.HVAC.

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I gagged a little at our electric bill last month.HVAC.
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Ice cream with blueberries, peaches, whipped cream, and caramel
I really like your BIL...he expected to be obeyed but did it in a manner that wasn't abusive if that makes sense...and stood by his word.My youngest nephew (Buck, if anyone saw the farm boy pic) was a picky eater ... with a capital PICK. My BIL had no patience with complaints about food. He comes from a long line of farmers, and he grew up knowing that someone worked very hard to create that food. Others worked hard to prepare it. His boys would eat what was in front of them, just as he and his brother had. To top it all off, when he and his brother were kids, every time they complained about the food, their father would add another spoonful to their plates. The method had worked fine for his own first and second-born boys, so he saw no reason to change it for the third.
He hadn't figured on Buck. Despite being given just a small portion, he wouldn't touch it. Every time he was encouraged to eat "just a bit," Buck would fuss. Now, this was a boy who would only eat burgers plain - and by plain, I mean Meat. Bun. Period. We all know that a good meatloaf combines many wonderful tastes ... but foreign objects in his dinner was anathema to Buck. Specks made it "icky" and Buck did not do Icky.
Knowing that his youngest was picky did not change the rule, so every time Ben complained, he got another spoonful of meatloaf on his plate, which he, of course, refused to touch. My BIL got so fed up with Buck's refusal to try even one bite that he declared that dinner wasn't over for him until he had cleaned his plate. While everyone else finished and left, Buck remained alone at the huge farm table, staring at a plate of cold meatloaf ... for nearly four hours.
Right about bedtime, the boys were allowed one show, if they were completely ready for bed. Ben heard the TV go on and asked if he could get ready for bed, too. To which his father replied, when you're finished dinner. Finally, Buck took a very small bite. Then he took another. In total shock, he looked up at his mother and said, "Hey, This is GOOD!" He polished off the entire pile ... and had seconds.
All was instantly forgiven. There was no anger. It simply was what it was and life moved on. My BIL simply told him. "Next time, don't take all day." She bit her tongue, but my sister could have KILLED the kid.
Twenty years later, Buck's favorite home-cooked meal is ... you guessed it ... his mother's meatloaf!
Might I recommend somewhere in the Mid-West - you know, MD, VA, WV, PA?I'm not, really. It makes me physically and emotionally sick.
Seriously, it's not good for me. We are moving North first chance we get.. shhh.. don't tell my parents.
I do it because I feel more confident about myself, not for anyone else.I have the philosophy of "if a guy dont like me without makeup he dont deserve me", lol! That and I don't have the time nor money or deserve to put that much work into my appearance. But if others want to do it go for it...
You wouldn't want to see mine during hatching and brooding season. I am sure that it costs me at least $100 a month to keep the well pump running 24/7.I gagged a little at our electric bill last month.![]()
I hope not! I'm available but apparently not for sale LOL!!! not that I want to be but anyways... I feel more confident cause I got a mask on 99 percent of the time in public...dont need makeup cause it hides all the stupid pimples. I do need more confidence though in myself...but makeup ain't gonna do it for me. It ain't gonna change the way I look anyway, cause the shape of my face is still the same and I still am chunky. Ah well...to each their own...what works for one doesnt work for all.I do it because I feel more confident about myself, not for anyone else.
Anyways, I ain't looking for a mans anytime soon
I'm sorry for ya. I can imagine yours... Something near College Station???I gagged a little at our electric bill last month.![]()
That's our Uncle Bob. He's a wonderful man ... true salt-of-the-earth. I only hope there's one just like him out there for my daughter. It's just a darned shame that his sons are all her cousins ... society does seem to frown on that ...I really like your BIL...he expected to be obeyed but did it in a manner that wasn't abusive if that makes sense...and stood by his word.
I'm not, really. It makes me physically and emotionally sick.
Seriously, it's not good for me. We are moving North first chance we get.. shhh.. don't tell my parents.