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An Open Letter to the Occupiers from Generation X
Published January 23, 2012 | I am very fascinated with the occupy movement and love hearing all the different viewpoints ~ explanations for why they are feeling this way…
Here is another interesting perspective on the Occupy Movement this time from a Generation X’er… Do you agree with her thoughts or disagree??
This article follows another post that we did on the occupy movement from a Mother Perspective http://www.wheresmydamnanswer.com/WP02/occupy-movement-from-a-mothers-perspective/
To the Occupy movement:
I know some of you mean well. I even share some of your concerns. The dismal economy has made it difficult to find a good job with benefits. Meanwhile, the government is bailing out the wealthy banks and mortgage lenders that helped precipitate this depressed economy.
I hear your frustrations about student loan debt. Generation X has a lot of student loan debt too, with little relief available. The older generations have indebted our generations for years down the road, and with the rising costs of school tuition, we have double the amount of debt. Social Security is expected to be insolvent by the time my generation reaches retirement age. We have been warned not to rely upon it. We are in the same boat as you. In some ways we are even worse off. Most of us have families, children and mortgages now. Losing a job hurts us much more than when we were 25 and single.
But where you are off base is demanding too much. There isn’t enough money to go around for government to solve all your problems. We live in the wealthiest nation in the world. We are overindulged, not deprived. Americans are fat – one-third are now obese – and suffering from an increasing number of illnesses because we live a sedentary lifestyle too lazy to cook, subsisting on unhealthy processed fast food as we drive instead of walk everywhere.
Your generation has been raised by helicopter parents who catered to your every whine, and praised you constantly in order to get you to be quiet instead of teaching you discipline. You have grown up thinking you are more accomplished than you really are. You expect to have it all at age 25 – what my generation has worked for 10-20 years longer to achieve. My generation worked in fast food restaurants and low-level jobs in high school, college and shortly thereafter when we were your age. Most of us didn’t have benefits and we didn’t complain, we were just grateful not to work hard labor in the fields.
Author of this article Rachel Alexander who is the editor of the Intellectual Conservative.
Filling your brain | What are you a student of?
Published January 11, 2012 | Over the holidays I took some time to fill my brain with good movies, books and of course basketball 
. In the evenings Ron, Zac and I have been snuggling up on the couch with blankets and popcorn to watch movies with hot cups of tea. That’s been awesome.
I believe that we are all students of something. There is something that interests us enough that we just can’t get enough of it. Sometimes it’s not present 100% of the time, but then it will show up again and pull our attention from everything else. It will make us want to have the emails, phone calls and text messages stop coming at us furiously so that we can just study … take in every bit of it … get lost in it.
Zac has been recording College Basketball games and I hear the constant drone of shoes on the floor, crowds chanting and then him pausing and rewinding to study a move that someone in the game performed. Then he tells me to watch as he performs it and adds it to his repertoire. He does this for hours at a time sometimes.
He is a student of the game of basketball … that’s for sure. he LOVES it and has high aspirations in it. (Which I believe he will achieve.)
I, on the other hand, am a student of people, learning and figuring things out. I love learning about people – why they do what they do … who they are … how they got that way. I do this in person, in reading books and in movies. I study life!
Over the holidays, I read two books about mental management that were awesome and made SO much sense to me. They specialize more in sports, but can easily transition over to business and life. I flew through those reading one completely over Christmas day in the car out loud to Ron and Zac on our marathon of driving.
The other book is a guilty pleasure that I decided to dive into. I haven’t read a fictional novel since early last year when I finished Steig Larsson’s trilogy of novels. I enjoyed those so much that I didn’t know what could possibly replace them in my mind – haha. I’ve been looking at books and wanted to find another series that I could try. Stumbled upon Hunger Games before Christmas and tried to buy it on iBooks, but they didn’t have it. I asked for an Amazon card so I could get it through the Kindle app. I started it less than a week ago and I’m already over 50% done with it. I know there is a movie coming out about it and as I turn each page, I can see how it would make a great movie. I truly hope they do it justice. So now I’m hooked and will read all three of the books in this series. Each morning I am trying to chisel out an hour (at least) to read more of this story. I find myself loving the words on the page and savoring them because I know that I’m already half way through the book and I don’t want it to truly end … but I do want to know what happens.
… so … my DAMN Question for you today is …
What are YOU a student of?
What makes you tune everything else out and just study it … practice it?
The meaning of the “Care Package” to those that serve…
Published January 11, 2012 | As most of you know, and for those that don’t know, I’m a vet of the USAF…proudly served my country during Desert Storm as an Air Defense Controller, but that’s a whole other Oprah. I endured a lot during those few years overseas – a lot of ups and downs with my comrades, colleagues and “family”.
Some of the things that I most enjoyed, outside of the travel, the different cultures and cuisines of other countries, were the care packages from home.
While I was stationed at my first duty station – NAS Keflavik, Iceland – I shared a dormitory with the 960 AWACS crews – so basically I lived with about 300 (only 8 other women in total) aircraft mechanics, crew chiefs, flight ops guys and a few other fancy technical types….with this many people in one living arrangement, someone was bound to have a birthday….that is to say that, boxes from home would arrive sometimes a few times a week, housing socks, underwear (THANKS MOM), other toiletries and 99% of the time, some type of baked good OR prepackaged treat from home. We were in HEAVEN…And during the holidays, at least once a day, someone would run into the Dayroom, ripping open a box, stuffed to the brim with potato chips, confections and goodies from the good ol’ US of A.
Just to give you an idea what it’s like to be stationed on what is considered a Remote Duty Station, as is a lot of the APO’s/FPO’s that are in the Middle East and Afghanistan, let me explain a few things to you….
We actually had a ration card that we had to carry and use at the PX/BX for “luxury” type items such as liquor, beer and the likes. Most people would barter or pay for rations that they hadn’t used by the end of the month. Funny stories ensue with these scenarios – trust me.
Fresh produce was only shipped in once a week for our base supplies…and with the number of active duty members on base….this didn’t always last….so we ate a lot of weird and wonderous combinations whether cooked in the dorms or at the base chow hall – which by the way, was run by Icelandic cooks. Because I worked with the F-15 Fighter Interception Squadron, I would sometimes sneak out to the FIS and eat at a normal chow hall – (read: USAF chow hall, specifically for the pilots) – always a treat, in more ways than one. You could nosh over great, hot food and recount that days scramble and intercept with the guys you talked to daily over the radio.
We didn’t have the luxury to have a lot of American type snacks – the comforts of home, so to speak – all the time either. You *could* buy these things in Reykjavik – however, you’d pay dearly for anything snack-like. A friend of mine paid $10.00 for a pack of M&M’s once off base….true story.
Again, if that weekly supply plane couldn’t get through due to weather, well, you were eating what you could for the time being….
Having said that – we always had food – it wasn’t that we were destitute or without….but just without the creature comforts of home. And you don’t always realize how much you love your crunchy Cheetos until you can’t get your hands on them.
The Marines – who usually don’t socialize so well in all situations (mix with booze, fueled by competition and really truly an elite group) – had their own little gig that would serve grilled cheese sandwiches, chili, burgers and the likes in their dorm – basement of their barracks. Great cheap, drunk food if you felt like you could deal with the jarheads for a few hours. Always comical.
The USO had a fish fry every Friday night – cheap plate of local fried Icelandic þorskur (Cod) and all the trimmings, which probably was tinned coleslaw that even my Grandpa Flood had eaten in the late 50′s while he was stationed there. And if I wasn’t working a 12-14 hour midshift, I would usually hit the USO.
But nothing says home more than brownies, cookies and the likes…it really does make you feel like you’re experiencing home, even if just for a few minutes, you can close your eyes and pretend you’re at your local church bake sale or school’s cake walk….you can almost smell it being baked….and you can definitely taste home, even if it is someone else’s family fudge or chocolate chip cookies. Until, you’re called into action for something nutso on base…and you’re back in the thick of it.
This happened at every single duty station and I can tell you….it is SO APPRECIATED…I don’t think you can ever know how hard some days are out there, when a lot of times all you see is destruction and sadness.
Having said that, PLEASE, join in for a HUGE cause for JUST THAT….Valentines For Soldiers – January 16th, 6:00-9:00 PM
A friend of mine and highly notable food blogger, Nishta Mehra, began this as a smaller scaled project about 5 years ago and I can’t tell you how much it means to me personally, as I know how much it will mean to all the soldiers receiving these care packages. The goodies are a huge treat, but the little hand made notes and valentines, I can assure you, will put more than one smile on someone’s face that day….
With a $10 donation, you can join in to craft Valentines, sample treats from a pay-what-you-can bake sale, enjoy locally-brewed beer, and take a Saint Arnold souvenir glass home!
If you’d like to participate - PLEASE check out this link for more information….you can stop by St. Arnold’s Brewery on Monday, January 16th to participate in the bake sale, making valentines, dropping off goodies/non-perishables….this is all for a GREAT cause. All unused proceeds will also be donated to the Wounded Warrior Project.
p.s. One day, I’d like to explain how I smuggled 6 dozen, partial cooked Quarter Pounders & Big Macs into country in my luggage to share with my comrades…
Please Note: I joke about the other branches of service, but I would stand up for every single man and woman that I served alongside….period.
Happy 2012
Published January 9, 2012 | Happy 2012 everyone!~ I know that many people at the first of every new year feverishly write down resolutions for the year.. Personally I am not a resolution person, I look at the new year with huge excitement as an opportunity for change!
So here is my DAMN question: What opportunities for change are in your 2012 Future???
Occupy Movement From a Mothers Perspective
Published December 19, 2011 | I have very mixed emotions about the whole occupy movement. A lot I totally agree with and some I do not – But whatever your political affiliation or feeling on the movement this article and perspective was and is like no other one that I had heard. My friend sent this too me and it really stuck with me and I wanted to pass it along and get your opinion not only on the article but on the whole movement???
WOW~~~~~~ Hitting The Nail On The Head
Article written by Marybeth Hicks.
Call it an occupational hazard, but I can’t look at the Occupy Wall Street protesters without thinking, “Who parented these people?”
As a culture columnist, I’ve commented on the social and political ramifications of the “movement” – now known as “OWS” – whose fairyland agenda can be summarized by one of their placards: “Everything for everybody.”
Thanks to their pipe-dream platform, it’s clear there are people with serious designs on “transformational” change in America who are using the protesters like bedsprings in a brothel.
Yet it’s not my role as a commentator that prompts my parenting question, but rather the fact that I’m the mother of four teens and young adults. There are some crucial life lessons that the protesters’ moms clearly have not passed along.
Here, then, are five things the OWS protesters’ mothers should have taught their children but obviously didn’t, so I will:
* Life isn’t fair.The concept of justice – that everyone should be treated fairly – is a worthy and worthwhile moral imperative on which our nation was founded. But justice and economic equality are not the same. Or, as Mick Jagger said, “You can’t always get what you want.”
No matter how you try to “level the playing field,” some people have better luck, skills, talents or connections that land them in better places. Some seem to have all the advantages in life but squander them, others play the modest hand they’re dealt and make up the difference in hard work and perseverance, and some find jobs on Wall Street and eventually buy houses in the Hamptons. Is it fair? Stupid question.
* Nothing is “free.” Protesting with signs that seek “free” college degrees and “free” health care make you look like idiots, because colleges and hospitals don’t operate on rainbows and sunshine. There is no magic money machine to tap for your meandering educational careers and “slow paths” to adulthood, and the 53 percent of taxpaying Americans owe you neither a degree nor an annual physical.
While I’m pointing out this obvious fact, here are a few other things that are not free: overtime for police officers and municipal workers, trash hauling, repairs to fixtures and property, condoms, Band-Aids and the food that inexplicably appears on the tables in your makeshift protest kitchens. Real people with real dollars are underwriting your civic temper tantrum.
* Your word is your bond. When you demonstrate to eliminate student loan debt, you are advocating precisely the lack of integrity you decry in others. Loans are made based on solemn promises to repay them. No one forces you to borrow money; you are free to choose educational pursuits that don’t require loans, or to seek technical or vocational training that allows you to support yourself and your ongoing educational goals. Also, for the record, being a college student is not a state of victimization. It’s a privilege that billions of young people around the globe would die for - literally.
* A protest is not a party. On Saturday in New York, while making a mad dash from my cab to the door of my hotel to avoid you, I saw what isn’t evident in the newsreel footage of your demonstrations: Most of you are doing this only for attention and fun. Serious people in a sober pursuit of social and political change don’t dance jigs down Sixth Avenue like attendees of a Renaissance festival. You look foolish, you smell gross, you are clearly high and you don’t seem to realize that all around you are people who deem you irrelevant.
* There are reasons you haven’t found jobs. The truth? Your tattooed necks, gauged ears, facial piercings and dirty dreadlocks are off-putting. Nonconformity for the sake of nonconformity isn’t a virtue. Occupy reality: Only 4 percent of college graduates are out of work. If you are among that 4 percent, find a mirror and face the problem. It’s not them. It’s you.
Christmas Poem by a US MARINE ~
Published December 15, 2011 | My friends Daughter has just deployed to Afghanistan and she sent this too my self and many others in hopes that we would spread the word and share this wonderful Marines words. As the Wife of a Marine things like this just strike me to my core!
Christmas Poem
~ TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I’D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN’T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
‘SANTA DON’T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON’T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.’
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN’T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT’S CHILL.
I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, ‘CARRY ON SANTA,
IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.’
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
‘MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.’
This poem was written by a Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable…..
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men,women, and Canadian Forces for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed
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Leave a commentWhat’s the backstory, dude?
Published December 14, 2011 | Gosh, how time flies, right? ToughGuy has officially been home six months and sometimes it feels like he’s always been here, always been a part of our family. Other times I wonder how this alien being took a wrong turn and wandered into my house.
But tonight, I find myself physically aching over the loss of his first five years. The years that make him feel alien. Because I don’t know my ToughGuy’s story. The story of all his other days. His other steps, his other falls, his other excitements and his other tears. Kids need to hear their story, they crave it and ask for the stories over and over.
Because I’ve been so focused on the all consuming task of assimilating a new little dude into our home, I haven’t had time to even think about the years that we’ve missed. It’s a part of adopting an older child that I knew about with my head, but hadn’t felt with my heart.
I’ve been able to dismiss it with hardly a thought up to this point because we’ve been working on, ya know, important stuff like chewing with your mouth closed and that all the glue should really stay in the bottle. Oh, and learning a new language and starting school and not wiping my kisses off his mouth with the back of his hand.
Then, tonight while snuggling in bed with Monkey and ToughGuy on either side of me, we read a story about a little girl who hurt her leg and had to go to the hospital. I know, but I like a little light reading before I send my kids off to sleep and perchance have a nightmare or two. Monkey said ‘I don’t ever want to go to the hospital.’ Which brought up the story about how he’s already had to go to the hospital to get stitches in his chin when he was two years old and how the doctor had to strap him down to a papoose board, which made him look at Hubunit and I and scream at the top of his lungs (a considerable amount of lung power, that kid) ‘I’M STUCK DADDY, I’M STUCKI’MSTUCKSTUCKSTUCKSTUCKSTUCKSTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!‘ At which point the doctor frowned at the noise I was making so I had to leave the room because I was crying so hard. But telling him that story tonight was cute and funny and he loved hearing it.
Then ToughGuy quietly said ‘I’ve been in the hospital Mom.‘ And I stopped laughing and remembered reading in his medical history that he had been in the hospital for bronchitis at some point in his four years without me and I didn’t have any of the details, I couldn’t share that story with him and even though I asked him about it, he wasn’t really able to tell me much because he’s already forgotten so much of his history and I felt like someone had gut punched me. My little dude was in the hospital alone, without me. It hit Monkey pretty hard too. As it slowly sank in that ToughGuy had been in the hospital without us, he immediately got tears in his eyes and crawled over me to give his brother a hug and tell him that he has us and he’ll never be alone again.
Yeah.
About a month ago, while brushing his teeth before going to bed, ToughGuy and I had this conversation:
ToughGuy: I don’t want to go live back over there, Mommy. (waving his finger and pointing in a direction to indicate that other continent which includes the country of Hungary)
Me: Does that mean you like living here with us, ToughGuy?
ToughGuy: Oh yes Mom. I very much like being part of your family. If someone came and took me back there, I would be sad. But if you came and found me and brought me back here, I would be happy.
Me: No one is EVER going to take you away ToughGuy. This is home forever and ever and ever. Until you go to college. Then your little ass is out of here.
Installing Husband 1.0
Published December 12, 2011 | I typically do not do the whole forward email funnies thing – BUT when I got this one was it was too good not to share, not only did I send out a mass email but thought it was worth sharing with our WMDA peeps!
***The best part of this funny is that MY HUSBAND was the one who sent it to me!
INSTALLING HUSBAND 1.0
Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slowdown
in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications,
which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0 .
In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as:
· Romance 9.5 and
· Personal Attention 6.5,
and then installed undesirable programs such as :
· FISHING 5.0,
· RUGBY 3.0 and
· Golf Clubs 4.1 .
Also Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.
· Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.
What can I do?
Signed,
Desperate.
DEAR DESPERATE ,
First, keep in mind,
· Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while
· Husband 1.0 is an Operating system.
Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme.HTML and try to download Tears 6.2
and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. · If that application works as designed ,
Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.
However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to
Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1.
· Please note that Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download Farting and Snoring Loudly Beta.
Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0
(it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)
In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 -program.
These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0 .
In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and
cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve
memory and performance. We recommend
· Cooking 3.0 and
· HOT LINGERIE 7.7.
Good Luck!
Tech Support
Posted in Check This Out, No clue where this fits, Prozac & the Padded Cell | funny, husband, Relationships | 1 CommentCoo Coo Clocks … where’s the DAMN snooze button on this thing?
Published December 1, 2011 | 
So last Spring out of the blue, we got this little yellow bird that started visiting us. Each morning before the sun came up, he’d start hitting the window and then he’d fly up the window beating his lil wings against the window all the way up. He’d do this for about 5 – 10 minutes .. and then go into the tree for a bit and start over.
He seemed pissed … really pissed. We couldn’t figure out what the heck he was mad about. We have our very own ANGRY BIRD!!
So we decided to really piss him off and give all the trees a HUGE cut back. Not just a trim either … there was trunks exposed in the back yard and we could actually see all the neighbors.
Mr. Yellow Bird left shortly thereafter. That was 8 months ago.
… and now that the trees have grown back in … he’s back and even more pissed off. Now he chirps as he beats the windows. Not sure what we did … but he’s definitely NOT happy.
Check out the video we took from our bedroom window.
… so today my DAMN question is this …
Why is this Mr. Yellow Bird targeting us with his hate crimes? … and why so DAMN early and often?
Any ideas?
… help Mr. Yellow Bird find his DAMN answer already so he’ll leave us alone.
Fun Foodie Sayings
Published November 28, 2011 | I am a huge FOODIE and WINO and I always get a kick out of fun Food sayings. I was playing around the internet and here are a few fun ones that I found!
The only time to eat diet food is while you’re waiting for the steak to cook. ~Julia Child
Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food-frequently there must be a beverage. ~Woody Allen
I’m at the age where food has taken the place of sex. In fact, I just had a mirror put over my kitchen table. ~Rodney Dangerfield
I eat merely to put food out of my mind. ~N.F. Simpson
We are living in a world today where lemonade is made from artificial flavors and furniture polish is made from real lemons.
Alfred E. Newman
Our toaster has two settings: too soon or too late.
Sam Levenson
Vegetarian: an old Indian word for bad hunter
Author unknown
It’s so beautifully arranged on the plate – you know someone’s fingers have been all over it.
Julia Child
In Mexico, we have a word for sushi: bait.
José Simons
I’ve been on a diet for two weeks and all I’ve lost is two weeks.
Totie Fields
Most turkeys taste better the day after; my mother’s tasted better the day before.
Rita Rudner
I love Thanksgiving turkey…it’s the only time in Los Angeles that you see natural breasts. ~ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Ever wonder about those people who spend $2 apiece on those little bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backward. ~George Carlin
Soup is just a way of screwing you out of a meal. ~ Jay Leno
We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police. ~ Jeff Mander
Food has replaced”sex” in my life, Now I can’t even get into my own “Pants”
Butter vs. Margarine ? I trust cows over scientists.” “Can it be a mistake that STRESSED is DESSERTS spelled backwards ??”
“There’s nothing like good food, good wine, and a bad girl.”
Please add your favorite FOODIE Saying!
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