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Nov. 17th, 2004 01:22 amI do not like pink meat. For crying out loud man, if you're going to cook hamburger, at least make sure it's done all the way through!!!!!!!
That's something I love about my family. Regardless of the fact that my step dad has lived with my mom and I for roughly 15 years, and he knows about my quirks when it comes to what I will and will not eat....he still undercooks the hamburger. Granted, it wasn't still bleeding or anything...but I still feel nauseated whenever I bite into any beef product and see pink. It makes it very hard to swallow. Even after nuking it (bun and all) for about a minute, I still am hesitant about eating it. Cause I can still see freaking pink!!!!!! (the nuking started to actually burn the ketchup that was on the plate) Obviously, dad doesn't quite know what constitutes my idea of a long time. I think a long time cooking for him is like.....15 minutes perhaps. Last time I made burgers (which was actually Sunday....) those burgers stayed in that pan until I saw no pink when I cut them open a little with the spatula.
I'm sort of the same way about chicken. If it's not boneless and skinless, chances are very good that I will not eat it. Cause if I see a vein, it's all over. Every bite will make me want to gag.
Don't ask me why I just started to rant about my eating habits. I have no idea. I'm weird like that. Just like my eating habits are kinda weird. I still get shit from people because I absolutely refuse to eat fish.
So, more good news. Danny went to the hospital in an ambulance on Saturday, cause he couldn't breathe. I could KILL my half-bros for not picking up the phone and calling their sister. It would have been nice to find out about it before yesterday, when he called my cell while I was at work. He sounded aboslutely horrible. I guess I should back up a bit and explain who Danny is. He's the biological father that I really didn't have anything to do with or have any contact with until this summer.
anyway, he still can't afford the antibiotics that will clear up whatever he's got. It started off as walking pneumonia, and has mutated into some form of bronchitis. apparently dad was thinking of getting the antibiotics for Danny before anything was said. Mom had suggested that they could get them using money they had socked away for X-Mas. So Danny's going to get those pills. *does a happy dance* that's good, cause I'd kinda like for him to stick around a little longer so I can actually get to know him.
And mom....*sigh* they did an ultrasound of her leg today. They think she's got a blood clot in her leg, which is why her leg hurts so damn bad and has been swelling up in placees. The pain has moved up from around her knee to her upper thigh. So if it is a clot, it's moving upward. NOT a good thing. Of course I didn't make her feel any better about it by spouting off some random bit of knowledge floating around in my head. Namely the one about blood clots in the leg can actually cause people to lose that leg. Or outright kill you. Yeah, real nice Heather. Tell her something she already knows and make her feel worse in the process. DOH!
That's something I love about my family. Regardless of the fact that my step dad has lived with my mom and I for roughly 15 years, and he knows about my quirks when it comes to what I will and will not eat....he still undercooks the hamburger. Granted, it wasn't still bleeding or anything...but I still feel nauseated whenever I bite into any beef product and see pink. It makes it very hard to swallow. Even after nuking it (bun and all) for about a minute, I still am hesitant about eating it. Cause I can still see freaking pink!!!!!! (the nuking started to actually burn the ketchup that was on the plate) Obviously, dad doesn't quite know what constitutes my idea of a long time. I think a long time cooking for him is like.....15 minutes perhaps. Last time I made burgers (which was actually Sunday....) those burgers stayed in that pan until I saw no pink when I cut them open a little with the spatula.
I'm sort of the same way about chicken. If it's not boneless and skinless, chances are very good that I will not eat it. Cause if I see a vein, it's all over. Every bite will make me want to gag.
Don't ask me why I just started to rant about my eating habits. I have no idea. I'm weird like that. Just like my eating habits are kinda weird. I still get shit from people because I absolutely refuse to eat fish.
So, more good news. Danny went to the hospital in an ambulance on Saturday, cause he couldn't breathe. I could KILL my half-bros for not picking up the phone and calling their sister. It would have been nice to find out about it before yesterday, when he called my cell while I was at work. He sounded aboslutely horrible. I guess I should back up a bit and explain who Danny is. He's the biological father that I really didn't have anything to do with or have any contact with until this summer.
anyway, he still can't afford the antibiotics that will clear up whatever he's got. It started off as walking pneumonia, and has mutated into some form of bronchitis. apparently dad was thinking of getting the antibiotics for Danny before anything was said. Mom had suggested that they could get them using money they had socked away for X-Mas. So Danny's going to get those pills. *does a happy dance* that's good, cause I'd kinda like for him to stick around a little longer so I can actually get to know him.
And mom....*sigh* they did an ultrasound of her leg today. They think she's got a blood clot in her leg, which is why her leg hurts so damn bad and has been swelling up in placees. The pain has moved up from around her knee to her upper thigh. So if it is a clot, it's moving upward. NOT a good thing. Of course I didn't make her feel any better about it by spouting off some random bit of knowledge floating around in my head. Namely the one about blood clots in the leg can actually cause people to lose that leg. Or outright kill you. Yeah, real nice Heather. Tell her something she already knows and make her feel worse in the process. DOH!
