Things you wish you could say

[NatJ]

Lol. My folks moved in next door to me for a while. Dad bought three rabbits with the intention of eating them. My kids were about 8 and 10. Mom insisted they not name them. I said of course we could name them: Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. Mom was not amused. Dad thought it was perfect.

I once had a lamb named "Dinner." Some months later, we had quite a few discussions about whether we were actually eating "Dinner" or whether this particular meal had come from the other lamb.

I was one of the people that thought it was fun, but there were a few othrs that did not

 

[Sally PB]

When I was about 5, a friend of the family got a deer, and brought over steaks for the grownups, and deer burger for the kids. The older kids were teasing me that it was Rudolph (I didn't know about Bambi). I was traumatized when I lifted the bun, and there was his red nose!

My dad put half a maraschino cherry on it...

 

[BarnyardChaos]

Mom insisted they not name them. I said of course we could name them: Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. Mom was not amused. Dad thought it was perfect.

In our pasture right now, behind the house, we have our breeder cattle with appropriate names - Corona (born at the beginning of the pandemic), Homer (bull named after a grandpa who had 12 children and uncounted numbers from his mistresses), Missy (my milk cow someday), and Salty Girl, Pepper and Sage (because they "season" the meat we will eat).
There's also the feeder calves with them right now: Ribeye and PotPie. Others in our freezer were Taco, Hamburger, Biscuit, T-Bone, Porter(house), Meatloaf, Chuck (roast), Sir Loin, and a few others I can't remember.

Don't tell the grandkids that their Dad just picked up "Angel" from the meat locker and took her home to their freezer. Angel had been a pet, but she was not fed properly as a calf and her growth was stunted. We could not breed her due to her diminutive size, and keeping Homer away from her had been a challenge. So she had to go. I told the kids she went to another farm; couldn't bear to tell them the truth.

 

[Nabiki]

This, exactly!

DH and I lived below our means. We retired "early," before 60. Don't look at me like I didn't work my @$$ for this. I did. And if you resent me for what I have, believe me, I didn't do anything you couldn't do. So go do it.

My business partner thinks I don't need anything because I'm frugal. I have my nice new house BECAUSE I'm frugal and saved for decades to afford it. It wasn't luck. It wasn't high paying jobs. It was work.

 

[BarnyardChaos]

I spent 7 months homeless last year, and you can't even stop eating out? F+"(U!

One of my most painful memories was from a difficult time in my life; I was employed, but as a single (divorced) mom I struggled to keep a roof over our heads and my son fed, and could barely manage bologna sandwiches for my lunch. One co-worker, "Emily" (her real name), always went to local restaurants for lunch and loved to brag about the vacation trips she'd taken, her new car and furniture, her new shoes, and so on. blah blah blah.... She leaned on my desk one day talking to other coworkers, her back turned to me, while I sat there with my sandwich. Her blather went something like this: "What sounds good for lunch today? I went to xxx yesterday and had the grilled salmon. So good! I was thinking maybe YYY today, to try their chicken parmigiana. Who wants to go with me?"

To this day I still want to tell her to "Shut the f--- up, you pompous b----!" or poke her in the butt with my pen, "Oops! Sorry... "

 

[sourland]

When I was about 5, a friend of the family got a deer, and brought over steaks for the grownups, and deer burger for the kids. The older kids were teasing me that it was Rudolph (I didn't know about Bambi). I was traumatized when I lifted the bun, and there was his red nose!

My dad put half a maraschino cherry on it...

I like your Dad's style !

 

[BigBlueHen53]

One of my most painful memories was from a difficult time in my life; I was employed, but as a single (divorced) mom I struggled to keep a roof over our heads and my son fed, and could barely manage bologna sandwiches for my lunch. One co-worker, "Emily" (her real name), always went to local restaurants for lunch and loved to brag about the vacation trips she'd taken, her new car and furniture, her new shoes, and so on. blah blah blah.... She leaned on my desk one day talking to other coworkers, her back turned to me, while I sat there with my sandwich. Her blather went something like this: "What sounds good for lunch today? I went to xxx yesterday and had the grilled salmon. So good! I was thinking maybe YYY today, to try their chicken parmigiana. Who wants to go with me?"

To this day I still want to tell her to "Shut the f--- up, you pompous b----!" or poke her in the butt with my pen, "Oops! Sorry... "

People's insensitivity can be so hurtful. I've been there, too. I just tell myself to forgive their ignorance. You never know, someday their extravagant ways may end them up in the poor house....

 

[BarnyardChaos]

People's insensitivity can be so hurtful. I've been there, too. I just tell myself to forgive their ignorance. You never know, someday their extravagant ways may end them up in the poor house....

She bragged that her husband covered all their expenses, and that her income was just hers to spend as she liked. No kids. I have no idea if she was telling the truth. But yes, I often remind myself not to judge anyone on appearances. There's no way to know the whole story or what struggles she's been through.

 

[sourland]

Control yourself. You can not control the behavior of others.

 

[tripletfeb]

Control yourself. You can not control the behavior of others.

Hard to remember sometimes but a good lesson