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Post by Jebediah on Dec 6, 2011 12:55:32 GMT -5
Hey, Salt. I like putting you on my dinner.
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Post by The_L on Dec 9, 2011 16:32:29 GMT -5
Hey, Salt. I like putting you on my dinner. Oh, the innuendo... Welcome, Salt! Enjoy the boards!
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Post by ironbite on Dec 9, 2011 20:44:30 GMT -5
I'LL GO INNUENDO WITH YOU L!
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Post by Tigger_the_Wing on Dec 28, 2011 4:19:53 GMT -5
Hi, just joined today. Who am I? Most of the time, I have trouble knowing that myself! I'm a gay granny, a (recently) ex-Roman Catholic atheist Pastafarian, a motorcyclist who can no longer ride, an ex-taxi driver, an autistic stay-at-home who has travelled across the world, a vegetarian carnivore, a wheelchair user who rides a bicycle (I tow the wheelchair), in a long and happy marriage but with a broken heart, a fan of comic fantasy (and some serious), an occasional TV watcher*, someone who loves being silly and hates discrimination in all its ugly forms. Ummm… If you want more, ask (or try Googling Tigger_the_Wing; I'm out there, somewhere…) *Yay Dr Who!
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Post by DeadpanDoubter on Dec 28, 2011 6:53:49 GMT -5
Welcome to the forums!
Now...tell me more about this...vegetarian carnivorism. I'm intrigued.
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Post by The_L on Dec 28, 2011 12:00:51 GMT -5
Indeed. Welcome, Tigger_the_Wing! Always good to have more mature people on here. It balances out the people like me.
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Post by Tigger_the_Wing on Dec 28, 2011 14:42:48 GMT -5
Welcome to the forums! Now...tell me more about this...vegetarian carnivorism. I'm intrigued. Thank you for the welcome! ;D I am a mass of contradictions already, so I suppose another one is just inevitable. An unfortunate side-effect of one of my auto-immune disorders is that an increasing proportion of my alimentary canal is becoming paralysed. Over the years I have had to adjust my diet to cope; I was diagnosed with a gluten enteropathy nearly twenty years ago. I discovered a few weeks ago, that I can no longer digest meat. So although I remain mentally a carnivore, I have had to transfer my flesh-eating habits to eggs, cheese and the occasional piece of fish. It doesn't help that I also have heart disorders and a few years ago my cardiologist banned all stimulant-containing foods, such as caffeinated coffee and chocolate. Oh, and thank you to The_L, too! ;D Mature? Moi?! Old, yes; I'll give you that. But just because I've been around for over half a century doesn't necessarily imply maturity!
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Post by Kali on Dec 28, 2011 22:26:10 GMT -5
Welcome, Tigger! Yay for Doctor Who! I keep waiting for that blue box to show up in my yard, hehe.
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Post by Shane for Wax on Dec 28, 2011 22:30:38 GMT -5
Maybe the problem is all the apples.
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Post by DeadpanDoubter on Dec 28, 2011 22:55:34 GMT -5
Welcome to the forums! Now...tell me more about this...vegetarian carnivorism. I'm intrigued. Thank you for the welcome! ;D I am a mass of contradictions already, so I suppose another one is just inevitable. An unfortunate side-effect of one of my auto-immune disorders is that an increasing proportion of my alimentary canal is becoming paralysed. Over the years I have had to adjust my diet to cope; I was diagnosed with a gluten enteropathy nearly twenty years ago. I discovered a few weeks ago, that I can no longer digest meat. So although I remain mentally a carnivore, I have had to transfer my flesh-eating habits to eggs, cheese and the occasional piece of fish. Holy geeze, that SUCKS. D: I would go mad if I couldn't eat the things I like (technically, I SHOULDN'T eat the things I like). And no chocolate? Dear gods.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Dec 28, 2011 23:15:56 GMT -5
Welcome, Tigger_the_Wing!
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Post by Tigger_the_Wing on Dec 29, 2011 3:21:55 GMT -5
Thanks all for the welcome, you are most kind! Yep, DeadpanDoubter, no chocolate. I tried to remember a list I made once upon a time of all my favourite things; I stopped when I realised I have had to give up, or have been separated from, every single one except for my husband and my two youngest children. I've had to find new favourites. But eggs aren't bacon; fish isn't steak; gluten-free bread isn't a real, crusty loaf; decaff doesn't do much beyond making my mouth warm and wet; Milky Bars aren't chocolate; an electric bicycle isn't a GoldWing; a wheelchair isn't a car. I miss my older kids and my grandkids, my siblings and their kids, my parents and in-laws. I missed our eldest son's wedding, my father-in-law's funeral and the births of my two youngest grandsons (who I may never meet). I miss my house in Ireland, which we were building when we came to Australia for six months, seven years ago; and which my daughter and son-out-law finished and have been living in. I miss my friends (telephones, Facebook and email are better than nothing, but not as much fun as a meatspace get-together). I miss my old pets (my daughter adopted them all). But I am still alive, still mobile, I have made new friends and have three new rescued pets. I have a roof over my head, food in my belly and clothes for my back. I have access to the internet and good healthcare. I am far, far luckier than most people on this planet. I don't dwell on what I miss if I can help it. Worse things happen at sea, as they say! ;D
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Post by The_L on Dec 29, 2011 9:28:23 GMT -5
I don't think I'd be able to survive without chicken, or tea, or chocolate. *bigs hugs* And congrats on the healthcare! I take it you don't live in the US right now.
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Post by Jebediah on Dec 29, 2011 12:06:10 GMT -5
Hey, Tigger! Welcome!
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Post by Tigger_the_Wing on Dec 29, 2011 15:57:52 GMT -5
Hi Jebediah, thank you! I don't think I'd be able to survive without chicken, or tea, or chocolate. *bigs hugs* And congrats on the healthcare! I take it you don't live in the US right now. That's right, I'm in Australia at the moment; and am likely to remain here unless I can persuade an airline and a travel insurance company that I'm not the huge risk that I might appear on paper… As for the not surviving thing, I used to say exactly the same as you (except my beverage was coffee rather than tea). It seemed that every time I've made a claim about something I wouldn't want to live without, I've had to go without it. It was enough to convince me at one point in my life that there is a really evil god playing with me. I'm sure there is a basis of truth to the story of Job; only the bit about God and Satan playing with him was an invention made up by people determined to find some logic, some reason, why such evil can happen to good people. The only thing that people hate more than lies about something, is having no explanation at all. All the things that made life fun, that I thought life wouldn't be worth living without, I have found replacements for. You'd cope, too. Because when push comes to shove we realise that this is the only life we get and we hang on to it, even if that means letting go of the things we most enjoy.
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