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Does she also save and wash every plastic container that anything ever came in? My mom was the paper bag hoarder.

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Well, considering that my mom couldn't cook worth a shit I guess that is one sin I haven't done -- I was tossing the food but it certainly wasn't good. I remember once that my folks tried to get my older sister to clean her plate -- she promptly vomited all over the dinner table and thereafter there were never to be any food "issues" in our house. Well, there was an issue when we had that Jell-O fight while being watched after by our childless aunt and uncle while mom and dad were on vacation -- we were denied Jell-O for about a year after that and it took another 15 years before my aunt and uncle had a child of their own.

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Yep. My dad lived through the depression (as did all my grandparents), and he would never, ever throw anything out. It's certainly understandable. War-era rationing probably also contributed to this.* It was reinforced by the army mess-hall mantra of "take all you want, eat all you take."

*Except for the fact that his uncle was a butcher, and no one wanted to use their meat coupons on the best cuts (which took many more coupons), so they often ended up with the filets and sirloins.

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Oh, I understand the motivation behind it, but as you say it is different times, we have way too much food for the most part here in the US. My grandparents suffered through the depression, my parents didn't. But there is debating with it. I think it is a shame to waste good food. I think it is a bigger one to eat so much you risk your health.

So to no particular person, I say, for your future and present children. If you are carrying too much weight (which I am and I'm working on it) do something about it. If you have issues about food, figure out what they are and deal with them. It isn't easy, but it is worth it.

The alternative is that your children will get to sit at your funeral in shock after you die much too young and much too suddenly after years of carrying too much weight and having high blood pressure. I only wish my mom had learned that particular lesson before it was too late. I guess I should be thankful she taught it to me.

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Au contrair. The weakest attempt was the renaming of the Bullets. None on the choices had anything to do with DC being the freaking capital of the country and they were so underwhelming in their selection that Wizards was selected. There was a theory at the time that the names were intentionally bad and the owners wanted to go through another renaming down the road (more jackets and t-shirts to be purchased, more $$$). Also there was a huff about DC taking on a name that has been associated with the kkk (grand wizards or whatever).

Mainly I'm bitter because my suggestions -- the Potholes and the Incompetant Government Timecard Punchers -- were summarily rejected.

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Your grandparents/parents really should have more self control. How fat are they? That's disgusting. They can't figure out that it's calories in vs. calories out that determines weight gain, and adjust their eating and exercise habits accordingly? What fucking morons.

The NFL
 

Well, the "no change" option had a fair amount to do with DC's capital status.

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How did you get into a Denny's? I thought they didn't serve people of color.

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Bitch.
First of all, did anyone say my grandparents were fat you pigheaded name-calling hump?

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He never said the waiters served him. Which probably made it his lucky day.

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Grow a skin, missy.

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My ex-GF's mom basically took over a huge 5-BR house with the stuff she saved for theoretical future use. Piles of egg cartons 5 feet high. Boxes filled with plastic six-pack rings. Four Hefty bags full of dog hair (seriously -- every time they brushed the dog, they would save the hair, on the theory that someday they would get it spun into yarn). Plastic jugs and glass jars on virtually every surface, all ready for someone to reuse them, someday in the future.

She filled so many rooms with this crap that she let me and the GF sleep together when we visited -- something she normally would have objected to -- because she didn't want to clean out another room. We wanted to use the old pool table, and spent 15 minutes clearing crap off of it.

Perhaps needless to say, this visit to Mom was the beginning of the end for our relationship.



Edited to note that the part about "sleeping together" and the part about "wanting to use the old pool table" are distinct thoughts.

Edited again to note that I made the prior edit before seeing Gwinky's response.

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Oh, no dear. I'm from Roman Catholic stock (parents' food issues were developed from growing up in wartime Europe). Once a Roman Catholic mother uses the word "sin," there is no room for debate.

You do it or you don't, but you don't debate about it.

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Yes, it all tends to go downhill after the sex on the cluttered pool table.

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In Virginia, they arrest such people: Clicky