ANNOYING conversations!
So my dad and I had 'THE' vegetarian talk tonight... I had already already told him I'd made the desicion to be vegetarian but we had never really talked about it.
Conversation:
dad: well, you still eat fish, right?
me: no, don't eat fish.
dad: WHAT! fish isn't an animal! fish are stupid, they have a pea for a brain! how can you not eat fish?!
me: um....as fore mentioned...vegetarian.
dad: well fish is good for you, you should still eat fish....where do you get your omegas...blah blah blah
dad: well, you're getting enough vitamins arn't you. how will you stay healthy. i'm concerned for your health....
I love my dad. He is honeslty one of my most favorite people on the planet :)>>> But if conversations like this become frequent... I'm going to go crazy :-\
A lady at work said my yesterday's lunch looked like something her cat would bring up. :-\ And kinda forced me to laugh 'with' her about it. MEH!! I'm not the sort of person to say rude comebacks that come to mind, but I was *this close* to saying "If you can't think of any nice comments, keep your trap shut!" ::)
Zing her. Tell her, "That's the sort of thing you think, but don't say. Unless you really don't mind looking ignorant." Or tell her what her lunch smells like, or where it came from.
Yes, I know. If you go down to her level, you'd have to climb 5 flights to get to the sewer.
Yeah. :-\ It's kind of tricky when it's someone you want to get on well with - since there are enough people at work who make you feel bad (okay, mostly it's one particular person, but hey.) that you don't want to offend someone else. Even if she was making an arse of herself. ::) I think the comment wouldn't have got me so riled if I hadn't been having such a crappy Monday. I can get over things like that. It's when someone who matters says something dumb, like Dad, that bugs me. He once said a batch of cookies looked like turds(!) and laughed uproariously. I made major sad faces to guilt-trip him. :whatever:
Try going to a steakhouse with your family and asking if there are any vegetarian items on the menu... that was fun! Of course there wasn't so I had to ask them to make me something special that was not on the menu.... I'm convinced the waitress thought I was certifiably insane ::)
Yabbit, this so makes me want to see a picture of you...not the mushroom!
At least they don't call her "the guy."
This morning someone just called me a gentleman again. I am now 46 and quite obviously female. I have been called "laddy," "Sir", "fella" etc. ever since I moved here. Yes, I have short hair. No, I don't wear makeup. Yes, I wear trousers. But I also have McGuffies, thank you very much--don't they show?
Haha! ;D
when my sweet grandmother came we were cooking something and she kept saying stuff like, "its a lot of work to be a vegetarian" and "its so expensive to be a vegetarian". what? i dont have to spend money on meat, nor worry about meat contaminating my kitchen. no work, no $
stop it gramma!
"Never argue with an idiot. They bring you down to their level and then beat you with experience."
A coworker said that to me once after I'd had a VERY frustrating customer. It's true, but so hard to put into practice sometimes. ::)
so a few weeks ago i was having drinks with some friends - this is when i was 1-2 weeks into becoming vegetarian.
When I told my friend I had stopped eating meat, she replied "you're not going to eat bacon!" -
That reminded me of the Simpsons where Lisa becomes veg.
Homer: What, you're not going to eat pork?
Lisa: No.
H: No ham?
L: No.
H: No bacon?
L: Dad, those all come from the same animal!
H: Sure, Lisa, one magical animal...
A lady at work said my yesterday's lunch looked like something her cat would bring up. :-\ And kinda forced me to laugh 'with' her about it. MEH!! I'm not the sort of person to say rude comebacks that come to mind, but I was *this close* to saying "If you can't think of any nice comments, keep your trap shut!" ::)
Zing her. Tell her, "That's the sort of thing you think, but don't say. Unless you really don't mind looking ignorant." Or tell her what her lunch smells like, or where it came from.
Yes, I know. If you go down to her level, you'd have to climb 5 flights to get to the sewer.
Yeah. :-\ It's kind of tricky when it's someone you want to get on well with - since there are enough people at work who make you feel bad (okay, mostly it's one particular person, but hey.) that you don't want to offend someone else. Even if she was making an arse of herself. ::) I think the comment wouldn't have got me so riled if I hadn't been having such a crappy Monday. I can get over things like that. It's when someone who matters says something dumb, like Dad, that bugs me. He once said a batch of cookies looked like turds(!) and laughed uproariously. I made major sad faces to guilt-trip him. :whatever:
This reminds me of my last summer term in college. At my uni, in summer they had sports camps for little kids, like 6-10. Nothing like getting a bunch of boys at your table saying, "Eeewww...you know what that looks like? You know what that smells like?" This was compounded by the fact that I was "adopted" by a group of Mexican exchange students, from age 15 to a greying physician, who of course didn't speak much English. When the stupid "jokes" and jibes from the little brats got to be too much, I simply offered them a dip into my bottle of jalapeños...which at that time were little known and appreciated in Iowa. True to little-boy behaviour, they each took one, and of course did not reveal to the others how terribly hot they were. (I made my own, using fresh homegrown jalapeños and vinegar.) Silence ensued.
They found themselves another table.
Revenge tastes of Mexican food to this day.
This reminds me of my last summer term in college. At my uni, in summer they had sports camps for little kids, like 6-10. Nothing like getting a bunch of boys at your table saying, "Eeewww...you know what that looks like? You know what that smells like?" This was compounded by the fact that I was "adopted" by a group of Mexican exchange students, from age 15 to a greying physician, who of course didn't speak much English. When the stupid "jokes" and jibes from the little brats got to be too much, I simply offered them a dip into my bottle of jalapeños...which at that time were little known and appreciated in Iowa. True to little-boy behaviour, they each took one, and of course did not reveal to the others how terribly hot they were. (I made my own, using fresh homegrown jalapeños and vinegar.) Silence ensued.
They found themselves another table.
Revenge tastes of Mexican food to this day.
That's....... wonderully evil, yabbit. >:D 8) ;D ;)b ^-^
Makes me wish I had a handy jar o' chiles ready to hand out to workmates, etc. who suffer from foot-in-mouth disease.
Something not a conversation, but in the same vein happened today. There were multiple sources of free food, and I couldn't eat any of it. ::) :( So, I was sitting at the bus exchange in town this morning, and some Nestle sales rep just walked in and started handing out free packs of soup mix to everyone. Most people were just taking them, but I felt like asking whether it had dairy in it, when she came to me. She didn't know! - pffft, some rep. And then she said I could find someone else to give it to if it did. Gee, thanks for a free nothing-for-me. It was only after she'd walked away that I realised she'd given me chicken soup. Arrrrrgh. And it did have dairy innit. And flavour enhancers. And I wouldn't eat anything from that company anyway, but heyeeey! I wanted a freebie! >:( :P
Then at work, from 11am to 3pm there was this chatty chick doing a demo/sampling of the grapes which were on special in the produce department, and she'd set up her stand right next to my flower display. She was making up this WW strawberry mousse and giving people a bit of that with a couple of grapes in it. Of course it had dairy... and aspartame... yeesh. No mousse for Anna. And I couldn't even try a grape, 'cause we're not allowed to eat while we're working. Blerg. In retaliation against this injustice, I decided to talk to the nice lady about being vegan (when she tried to offer me a sample, before she knew I wasn't allowed to). Told her about my awesome coconut custard, which would be really nice in place of the mousse. Ha. :P
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