ExiledTyrant
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Joined: 12/9/2013 From: Exiled Status: offline
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Okay, this is my personal OCD hell. My mother is terminal, her ticker is a time bomb with an invisible timer. 13 stints, triple bypass, and her arterial walls are like cellophane. It all comes back to those lovely Midwestern good eating habits... Most Midwesterners think gravy is a beverage, jus sayin. She didn't want to stay in the hospital, didn't want to go to hospice, refuses the nursing home, and I don't blame her one bit. So she came to live with me til the timer goes off. I am meticulously clean, eat very healthy, go to the gym every morning, and eat my vitamins and minerals every day. Mom is the antithesis of me. We are both staunchly German SS (not that SS, we're Stubborn and Stupid), and it seems that it has turned into a competition: Mom: I can clutter faster than you can clean. Me: yeah, but your old and sleep a lot (before I go to the gym, the house is once again clean) Me: you know, there are more preservatives listed on this than actual ingredients, right? Mom: those are flavors, not preservatives. Mom: do you know what would be really good on that rice? Me: this chicken stir fry. Mom: and gravy. Life is good Exiled
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Gnothi Seauton To lead, first follow: Aurelius, Epictetus, Descartes, Sun Tzu, to name a few. Semper fidelis (which sometimes feels like a burden)
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