PRgal

I forgot what my FIRST handle was on TwoP, but that one was banned. Circa 2005 or so because I was too opinionated on one of the boards. Came back a few years later and moved here when they shut. I was active on a miscellaneous board about diversity, SATC, Gilmore Girls and likely Desperate Housewives as well.

Breached baby? I was breached. My mom was supposed to have a c-section but I decided to appear on Labour Day weekend, so the doctor who was supposed to deliver was away. That wasn't when I was SUPPOSED to appear. But hey, most of us decide to show up at a different day anyway. The subbing doctor was younger and said he could get me out without a c-section. And yeah, in another era, my mom wouldn't have survived either. And I might not have. Also happened (almost) 45 years ago.

If it's what I think it is, then it depends on the store. The one near me is a small, independently owned franchise of said chain and doesn't have close to the kind of security other people mention. Locking cart wheels isn't unusual for downtown Toronto - Whole Foods has had it as long as I could remember. And the first WF came to town 20 years ago!

Had a follow-up mammo today because they thought they saw something on one of my breasts post-MRI. The mammo was immediately followed with a breast u/s. Thank goodness things were normal (so I'm proceeding with my usual mammograms later this year). Things are getting really stressful for me, health-wise. I'm having surgery next month to remove something that is related to my genetic condition which could require a two month recovery process for full recovery. I've been to nothing but medical appointments since March.

Parents buying their daughters fancy communion dresses was the very reason why they put us all in ugly white choir gowns for ours. And this was in 1987.

It wasn't anti-bacterial soap I had issues with. It was that specific brand of HAND SOAP. I guess they use different ingredients for their shower gel. I had issues with some of their shampoos as well (gave me bad dandruff).

This should probably go on the family thread, but to me, it's more of a happy thing (while the family forum is more about complaining - LOL). I found my own baby book, the one my parents bought when I was born. Like most families, it was never completely filled out until I started school. But anyway, I asked my dad to phonetically sound out my great grandparents' names (as well as my paternal grandmother's, since I never knew it either. I only knew her maiden name). Happy I was able to do that. None of my great-grandfathers' names were written down for some reason. I also don't have my paternal grandmother's mother's name. Even my dad doesn't know much about her.

Bought an oven-ready lasagna for dinner tonight. It was vegetarian and yes, both my husband and son inhaled it. They - especially my husband - don't really like vegetables that much (my son is improving A LOT on the vegetable front. I packed carrot sticks last week and he ate all of it (they aren't allowed to trade food at school due to allergies)). Still a carbs and cheese kind of guy, but I don't see that disappearing.

For months during the fall and winter, my hands were peeling and were chronically dry. Even the prescription cream I got wasn't working. I thought about it, switched soaps and BINGO, things began to get better! Funny thing is this: My shower gel is from the same brand as the hand soap and it hasn't affected me. Must be something specifically in the foaming soap that was giving me issues!

Have fun, @Anduin!

I've wondered about some posters too. There's one who used to be around here a lot, but she disappeared some time in the new year. I hope she's okay.

There are Auntie Karens in all cultures. With apologies to people who have Aunt Karens they absolutely love.

Finally reading the books (okay, I’m listening to the audiobook) and can only picture the actors in the roles rather than using my imagination. I can’t be alone in this right?

Maybe an ice cream float with orange pop/soda? Or blend orange juice and vanilla ice cream together? Or do you want something that isn't thick? This creamsicle mocktail recipe notes that either lemon/lime soda OR orange can be used.

The craziness and stress was one of the reasons why my parents never entertained at home when I was younger. They'd do it once in a while, usually in the summer, having people over for a barbecue. And of course, my birthday parties (though it wasn't every year. Some years, my parties were held at Pizza Hut, McDonald's or Chuck E. Cheese). Otherwise, we'd just go out. Prix fixe menus at Chinese restaurants were fairly reasonable - even at the nice ones back in the 80s and 90s (not so much today!!), and we'd do Thanksgiving and Christmas there.

I'd record the rerun and then delete the first recording.

Same with China. And you can only trace the male line. Unless you want to go through a billion books to find out about the women.

This reminds me of the day we lost our internet. Our internet runs everything - our cable, our landline and we didn't even have data for our cell phones. Basically, all we had was electricity. And the entire family had Covid so we couldn't go out. We read, I went on the exercise bike (since I couldn't do any of my workout videos) and listened to music on my old boom box from 1991.

Women of Asian heritage who've been on the show so far: Lisa Ling, Ann Curry and Jamie Chung.

My current peeve is with Facebook, which has way, way, too many recommended pages and posts as of late. It's to the point that I took the app off my phone (well, it's technically hidden since I didn't outright delete it). I found that I was just mindlessly scrolling for zero reason and it was taking too much time out of my day. Peeve 2: Substack support! I'm trying to edit the wordmark I uploaded on my site, but the ability to do so has disappeared. I logged in and back out, tried different browsers, even logged myself out of Chrome and did it as a guest. Nope, nothing. It's a glitch on their end and they're of no help. Their chatbot is quite intelligent, but there's no support email address to contact.

Didn’t they tell David Chang (did you hear about his controversy? Let’s not get into that here) they were able to trace back thousands of years in Korea?

I hope they'd do this again. I don't know how far they can trace back, but my last name at birth (i.e. my maiden name) has aristocratic roots. I have a kinship book, but it doesn't go THAT far back. Don't know if you can even trace back like 3,000 years.

It's hard for me to set boundaries with them. They feel that they will help encourage my son to eat more (they think he's too skinny, but that's just how he's built. He's a bony kid. And just because he's a bony kid at 5 1/2 doesn't mean he will when he's 15. I don't know why they forget that). If I told them they can't come more than once or twice a week, then they'll say that I'm disrespectful. They have help cooking their meals. I'm in the middle of putting together a recipe binder for her and since I'm involved with communicating with her as well, I'm going to be telling her which recipes to make each week once the binder is done. In the mean time, I just have to deal. p.s. my dad claims that I'm anxious because I don't eat like he does/his idea of "balanced." He also thinks I need to put on weight prior to my surgery (all my doctors tell me I should just be my normal). Truthfully, my mom gives me more stress than my dad. She's turning into my grandmother, who was the Queen of Fake News when she was in her 70s. Now I'm worried I'd be that way 30 years from now.

My parents STILL don't understand (and are extremely critical) of how I eat. They kept on telling me that my son's baby teeth aren't ready for raw carrots, but in reality, he gets baby carrots at school as part of his school meal plan (seriously, this kid will eat them plain, no hummus or (blech!) ranch). He eats them. I've seen him eat them. I know that he doesn't eat it as much when my parents are around, probably because he's so influenced (fearful, maybe?) by the grands when they're here. To them, I eat like a foreigner (or "hip white girl"). Well, I KIND OF AM a foreigner. I mean, I was born in Canada. To an immigrant family, yes, and yes, their cuisine very much influences my home cooking, but I'm not them. Anyone else have this experience. It's to the point that they stress me out, but I can't end our several times a week family dinners (they live in the same building and will eat with us). They want my son to eat the food they bring and not my stuff. I swear they think it's puke.

Two pics taken from my kitchen! This was just before totality.