FRIDAY

I STILL LOVE FRIDAYS A LOT EVEN THOUGH I DONT WORK. USUALLY WEEKENDS END UP BEING BUSY MY LIL KIDDLES COMEOVER OR WE GO OVER THERE AND WE GO OUT TO LUNCH BREAKFAST OR DINNER .THIS MONTH IS SO HARD CUZ ALL OUR BIRTHDAYS ARE IN MARCH AND LENT IS ALWAYS IN MARCH AND THE KIDDLES PUNISH THEMSELVES WITH DEPRIVATION OF SOME SORT OR OTHER . MY SON DIDNT EAT CHEESE OR BEEF LAST YEAR HIS WIFE DIDNT EAT ANYTHING BUT VEGGIES. NO SUGAR NO BREAD NO CHOCOLATE NO FUN!!
WELL, IM A LAID BACK FALLEN CATHOLIC SO I EAT MOST EVERYTHING EXCEPT FISH WHICH CAN MAKE ME SO ILL I HAVE TO HAVE DRUGS TO RECOVER.

MY ALLERGY TO FISH BEGAN IN ABOUT 2002 I WENT TO MY GYM TO WORKOUT AFTER I HAD A TUNA SANDWICH AND I GOT THE MOST ITCHY RASH EVER AND WHEN I STARTED TO GET A WEIRD THROAT THING I WENT TO THE DOC I HAD AN ANAPHYLAXIS ATTACK.
ABOUT A FEW MONTHS BEFORE THAT DAD GOT SOME FRESH WATER FISH WHICH HE BROILED ON THE BBQ AND I ATE SOME OF THAT A SMALL AMOUNT, AND I WOKE UP WITH THESE HUGE BUBBLY THINGS ON MY LEGS. BUT BY MORNING THEY WERE GONE.
SO NOW IM ALLERGIC TO BOTH FRESH AND SEA FISH. MANY YEARS AGO I GOT A RASH ON MY CHEST AFTER EATING LOBSTER AND AGAIN LATER FROM LOBSTER. SO THIS THING HAD BEEN BUILDING UP OVER THE YEARS. I THINK IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY BEING A PISCES. IN AUSTRALIA THE ABORIGINES WONT EAT THEIR TOTEM ANIMALS AND I GUESS FISH ARE MY TOTEM ANIMALS .

ANYWAYS I DON'T EAST FISH ANYMORE. WHICH FITS INTO THE BAD CATHOLIC SYNDROME. HAHAHA
SINCE ON FRIDAYS THEY CANT EAT MEAT ONLY FISH.
WELP THE KIDDLES WONT BE OVER TOMORROW BUT PLAN TO COME NEXT WEEKEND BUT WE HAVE A COUPON FOR FOOD AT OUR FAVE RESTAUARANT NEEDS TO BE USED BY MARCH 8TH SO IM IN A DAZE ABOUT THAT. WE COULD GO FOR OUR BIRTHDAYS EARLY OR WE COULD GO TWICE. WHAT A BIG QUANDARY HAHHA.
THESE ARE THE PROBLEMS OF THE OLD AND RETIRED.

WHEN I WAS ABOUT ELEVEN AND/OR TWELVE I WENT TO GIRL SCOUT CAMP FOR 1 WEEK IN SUMMER. IT WAS IN THE ROCKY MOUNTIANS AND THEY ARE SO HIGH ITS REALLY COLD IN SUMMER. YOU NEED AN ELECTRIC BLANKET TO SURVIVE IN THOSE TENTS. WELL, WE ATE IN THE HALL TWICE A DAY AND OUT IN THE BUSH AT NOON WITH LUNCHES WE PACKED OR MADE ON THE TRAIL. ONE THING I REMEMBER IS A BIG POT COOKED OVER A FIRE THEY CALLED " BAGS OF GOLD" IT WAS TOMATO SOUP WITH BISCUITS THAT HAD CHEESE STUFFED IN THEM WHICH WE PUT TOGETHER OUT THERE . IT WASNT BAD BUT WE WERE HUNGRY ALMOST RIGHT AWAY AFTER.
WE WERE ALWAYS HUNGRY AT MEALTIMES THEY HIKED US OUT A LOT AND WE DID CRAFTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT AND WE TOOK SHOWERS IN AN OUT DOOR LEANTO SHOWER THAT WE HAD TO SHARE WITH ONE OTHER GIRL. IT WAS EMBARASSING FOR ME CUZ MOST OF THE GIRLS WERE GETTIGN BREASTS AND MIEN DIDNT SHOW AT ALL I THOUGHT I WAS WEIRD NO BOOBIES TIL I WAS ABOUT 14-15 THEN THEY CAME ON WITH A VENGEANCE. TODAY A BREAST REDUCTION WOULD HELP SO MUCH.
ANYWAYS THIS SHOWER WATER WAS HEATED IN THESE GIANT TANKS THAT HAD A FIRE BUILT UNDER THEM , WHICH CAME IN HANDY WHEN WE BUILT OUR CABIN IN THE WOODS CUZ WE DID THAT TO HEAT OUR WATER THERE FOR AWHILE.
ANYWAY TO GET BACK TO MY ORIGINAL THOUGHT ABOUT FOOD...
ONE NIGHT THEY SERVED LIVER AND ONIONS , I HAVE ALWAYS HATED THE TASTE OF LIVER AND THEY INSISTED I TAKE A BITE EVEN THOUGH I TOLD THEM I DIDNT LIKE IT I FORCED IT INTO MY MOUTH AND PROMPTLY THREW UP IN MY PLATE. SUCH A COMMOTION EVERYONE FELT LIKE THROWING UP AFTER THAT. BUT I TOLD THEM, I BEGGED THEM, THEY FORCED IT ON ME AND AS A CHILD I FOLLOWED ORDERS ONLY TO HAVE IT COME BACK ON ME AND THEM.
I THINK MAYBE THE CAMP COUNSELORS LEARNED A LESSON FROM THAT I HOPE.
NEVER FORCE FEED A CHILD IT WILL UPCHUCK ON YOU. THEY REALLY DO KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR THEM. A CHILD LEFT TO ITS OWN DEVICES WILL ALWAYS EAT WHAT IT NEEDS. LIKE WHEN I HAD TOO MUCH SWEETS AS A KID I READILY SOUGHT SOME REAL FOOD TO COUNTERACT THAT ICKY SWEET. EVEN NOW I CANT STAND TO HAVE A SWEET TASTE LEFT IN MY MOUTH DESSERTS FOR ME ARE BEST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MEAL.

MY MOTHER HAD DIABETES AND SHE LOVED SWEETS SO WE WERE NEVER DEPRIVED OF SWEETS SO TO THIS DAY I AM CAUTIOUS WITH SWEETS. THE ONLY ONE IM IN DANGER OF HAVING TOO MUCH OF IF IM NOT WATCHED IS ICE CREAM. DAD WATCHES ME LIKE A HAWK NOT TO BUY TOO MUCH OF IT I ONLY GET A PINT SIZE IF I GET IT AND I TRY TO EAT IT ALL BEFORE HE GETS IT CUZ HE IS A SWEET TOOTH HOUND AND WILL EAT SWEETS FROM ANYTHING LIKE HE MAKES FRIED CORN MEAL AND ADDS LOTSA MOLASSES TO IT. UGH.
WELL NUFF SAID.. EXCEPT THAT I GOT SO COLD AT CAMP I WET MY COT AND WAS HUMILAITED BY IT.