A few months ago I sent my friend a message with this picture and said something like, “Hey…could you use some copper?” Because…you know…that’s a completely normal question to ask someone, right? You see…my Dad grew up in a large family that didn’t have a lot and he was VERY MUCH of the No Waste, … Continue reading I Win The Battle Of The Necklaces.
Today is (would be?) my Dad’s birthday. I thought about doing a “Dear Dad” entry like I’ve done before, but that always rings a little false since I don’t believe in any sort of afterlife. I used to pray a lot back when I was a believer, and I miss that feeling of just talking … Continue reading Birthday
My Dad was NOT a cook by any means. He actually often discussed his confusion over why people would “slave away” in the kitchen for hours, just to create a meal that is eaten in 15 minutes. He once sat in the kitchen while I was cooking something and said, “So, where do you think … Continue reading Roast and Turkey.
My Dad worked in the biomedical engineering department of a hospital for my entire pre-adult life. That department was responsible for A LOT of things relating to hospital equipment and tools, but one of the “perks” was that they also tended to be privy to the waste from the hospital because there’s tons of tools/equipment … Continue reading Who needs a/c when you have fake hips?
I’ve found myself a little sad these last couple days because I seem to be missing my Dad a little more than usual. I’m dealing with the sads by eating all of the vegan foods in all of the land. I’m going to be the first morbidly obese vegan in the history of the planet. … Continue reading The Sadz Demand To Be Felt.