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clevermanka) wrote2010-09-30 09:55 am
clevermanka) wrote2010-09-30 09:55 am
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A lot about very little
Color me unsurprised. A new survey of Americans' knowledge of religion found that atheists, agnostics, Jews and Mormons outperformed Protestants and Roman Catholics in answering questions about major religions, while many respondents could not correctly give the most basic tenets of their own faiths.
Another non-shocker that I discovered while researching the possibility of opening an Etsy shop for selling bloomers: Most people have no idea how to correctly wear a garter belt for daily wear. Ladies (and gentlemen): Your panties go on over the garter belt*. This way you don't have to adjust your stockings every time you visit the toilet. Ah! Suddenly the world makes a little more sense, doesn't it? Garter belts and stockings are a thing of beauty and practicality. Now you know why I wear pantyhose only under the most extreme circumstances.
I had a dream this morning that I was a terminally ill child (male) in a cartoonish futuristic world. The people were real-looking, but the environment was a combination of hand-drawn and computer-animation. I was a tiny, bald, pale thing and my mother was a short, plump black woman with giant eyes and amazing hair. She had a disease that made her get younger (like the daughter in Hyperion) but she was on drugs that kept her at a stable age (about mid-twenties). I was being removed from the treatment facility where I lived, but I could take all my medications with me if I hurried (I wasn't supposed to do so, but I had time and the opportunity). I scooped them all into giant glass jars and cups and carried them out to our van. The pills looked like black, gray, and white candies. Some of them were shaped liked sticks of gum. I gave one of the gum-shaped ones to a man who had been nice to me while I was in the facility to use for his own research. It was a drug that kept you from aging while you were ill, so your disease wouldn't progress until a cure was found.
I wish I remembered my dreams more often. I've tried every trick in the book. My problem is when I wake, I wake up completely and immediately. Like a light switch. I rarely have any recollection of even being asleep, much less in a dream.
Update: For those of you who don't already read Stuology's blog, please consider at least reading today's post. She's such a great person, and an amazing mother.
Food observations, one month post-Whole30:
I ate two apples yesterday (both very small, one before dance class, one after). No nausea, but I'm super bloated today and uncomfortable. I think no more bags of apples, no matter how delightful and locally-grown.
I enjoy coconut milk in my coffee as much as I did cow cream.
I didn't have a single food craving during my period**, despite spending time this week browsing recipe possibilities on TasteSpotting (warning: pastry trigger-alert!).
Once KCRF is over, I'm going to re-incorporate dairy in the form of kefir at breakfast and yogurt in my cooking. Time to repopulate that gut flora! Yes, I know cooking kills the bacteria, but I had to include the link for that chicken recipe because it looks amazing.
* Let us not even speak of the people who wear their garters, just dangling, on the outside with no stockings attached. *ugh*!
**My third period since the August Whole30.
Another non-shocker that I discovered while researching the possibility of opening an Etsy shop for selling bloomers: Most people have no idea how to correctly wear a garter belt for daily wear. Ladies (and gentlemen): Your panties go on over the garter belt*. This way you don't have to adjust your stockings every time you visit the toilet. Ah! Suddenly the world makes a little more sense, doesn't it? Garter belts and stockings are a thing of beauty and practicality. Now you know why I wear pantyhose only under the most extreme circumstances.
I had a dream this morning that I was a terminally ill child (male) in a cartoonish futuristic world. The people were real-looking, but the environment was a combination of hand-drawn and computer-animation. I was a tiny, bald, pale thing and my mother was a short, plump black woman with giant eyes and amazing hair. She had a disease that made her get younger (like the daughter in Hyperion) but she was on drugs that kept her at a stable age (about mid-twenties). I was being removed from the treatment facility where I lived, but I could take all my medications with me if I hurried (I wasn't supposed to do so, but I had time and the opportunity). I scooped them all into giant glass jars and cups and carried them out to our van. The pills looked like black, gray, and white candies. Some of them were shaped liked sticks of gum. I gave one of the gum-shaped ones to a man who had been nice to me while I was in the facility to use for his own research. It was a drug that kept you from aging while you were ill, so your disease wouldn't progress until a cure was found.
I wish I remembered my dreams more often. I've tried every trick in the book. My problem is when I wake, I wake up completely and immediately. Like a light switch. I rarely have any recollection of even being asleep, much less in a dream.
Update: For those of you who don't already read Stuology's blog, please consider at least reading today's post. She's such a great person, and an amazing mother.
Food observations, one month post-Whole30:
I ate two apples yesterday (both very small, one before dance class, one after). No nausea, but I'm super bloated today and uncomfortable. I think no more bags of apples, no matter how delightful and locally-grown.
I enjoy coconut milk in my coffee as much as I did cow cream.
I didn't have a single food craving during my period**, despite spending time this week browsing recipe possibilities on TasteSpotting (warning: pastry trigger-alert!).
Once KCRF is over, I'm going to re-incorporate dairy in the form of kefir at breakfast and yogurt in my cooking. Time to repopulate that gut flora! Yes, I know cooking kills the bacteria, but I had to include the link for that chicken recipe because it looks amazing.
* Let us not even speak of the people who wear their garters, just dangling, on the outside with no stockings attached. *ugh*!
**My third period since the August Whole30.
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I took the test and missed the last question, although I knew it wasn't Billy Graham. Mum got a full 100%, I am so proud of her! She said she had to guess at one, but she made "an educated guess".
Heehee, I think the Unfortunately Ignorant Dressers took their garterbelt cues from strippers.
Your dream is awesome!
Apples are a No Go for me too, and that makes me Very Sad.
MMM.. masala chicken.. tell me again what those wonderful spices were that you had me sniff the other day?
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The spices I had you sniff were the Ras El Hanout and the Chermoula. I ordered them from Zamouri Spices (http://www.zamourispices.com/). They're in Olathe, but I don't think they have a walk-in store. You have to order. Fast shipping, though!
the Unfortunately Ignorant Dressers took their garterbelt cues from strippers.
More likely, from Victoria's Secret catalogs.
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It was the First Great Awakening that stumped me also, and that mum guessed. It sounds more to me like the First Great Squashing of Personal Religious Values.
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And I think this is what led to the big trend of garter belt over panties. Oy.
I prefer stockings to pantyhose, but pantyhose rarely fit me. If they're long enough for my legs, they assume I have a much bigger ass and thicker legs than I have, and I end up with elephant ankles and baggy knees. Or the legs aren't long enough, and I end up with MC Hammer nylons. Ack.
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I agree.
I mean, how could this sort of thing happen if you wore your garter belt on top?
And what sort of world would this be if such an event were impossible? I ask you, what sort of world? Not a world I want to live in, sister. No way.
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I'm trying to work out how panties would go on over a garter belt. I actually wore a garter belt in high school, once my parents begrudgingly conceded that I should be allowed to move on from knee socks. It was, alas, an old limp handmedown from my mother, and far from Victoria's Secret-y. It caused me much humiliation, as the other girls did not think it was hip or kinky, but just weird. I think the belt rode rather high, and the panties were lower on the hips, so the problem of re-adjustment didn't come into it. TMI? I hope not. ; ) In retrospect, I think a nice garter belt would be much less confining and sweaty than pantyhose, as well as more decorative. As long as one avoided wearing one's mother's.
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Victoria's Secret garter belts are crap. This is the kind of garter belt I wear (http://www.shopnational.com/product.cfm/wc/303500/sgid/8293_?nwid=103801&mr:trackingCode=0CAA9D92-4CC7-DF11-92F8-0019B9C04BE4&mr:referralID=NA). I very much like the look of this one (http://www.shopnational.com/product.cfm/wc/303500/sgid/8577_?nwid=103801&mr:trackingCode=F4AC9D92-4CC7-DF11-92F8-0019B9C04BE4&mr:referralID=NA), though, and might buy that style since my old one is starting to fray.
Unless I'm bellydancing, I wear fairly high-waisted undies. I admit to being a granny panty lover and wearer.
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It's my default. Otherwise I would have picked it purposefully. Like now. ;D
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I took the quiz a couple of days ago and got all of them correct. (Thanks Catholic U for the answer to the last one.) I think that I am sick of followers of religions (even those that follow what I follow) who refuse to look outside their own beliefs to even have a basic understanding of others. Once upon a time I threw a temper tantrum about this type of thing. It didn't work- a majority of the people are still disrespect ignorant a-holes. Now I just want to punch them, but I don't think that will help either.
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If Only!!!
Love the Arlo dream. And I seriously need to get you the baby gift. Augh! Maybe I could give it to Tom, Kelly, or Rachel at faire and they could pass it along?
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The only possible way that I could have forgiven the garters-outside-the-clothing in that photo was if she had attached something to the ends - pistols, scissors, cases for pens and goggles - anything, really, that implied she understood they were more than decoration.
Alas!
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Any JW question you might have, feel free to ask me!
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This spurred quite a discussion tonight at Free State.
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