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Re: Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable, pt B
Aimless:
Johnny C:
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--- Quote from: wikipedia ---Throughout the coastal South, eating Hoppin' John on New Year's Day is thought to bring a year filled with luck, and it's eaten by everyone.
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whoa
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toss a "citation needed" onto the end of that and, for extra fun, click that link
tania:
allrecipes.com is a perfectly legitimate venue for knowledge on american culture
KvP:
I'm with you on the new year, tania. I think "under a rock" is my preferred place to be at the present time.
Emaline:
Guys, I've posted about my special needs sister before, right?
She was three. Her name was Eleanore. While in the womb, she and my sister Clara, her twin, suffered from Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome. Its a disease suffer by indentical twins. One twin is the donor twin, and one is the recipiant twin. The donor twin, in this case Eleanore, gives all its nutrients to the recipiant twin, Clara. In most cases, the donor twin does not survive.
Eleanore had a lot of problems. At three, she was basically still in the state of being an infant. When I saw her on Christmas, she seemed to be really aware and awake. She was looking around, she was making a lot of noise. She actually looked like she was doing a lot better.
Yesterday morning, I got a call from my mom. It was 4:30am. She said she had woke up and Eleanore wasn't breathing. The ambulance had just left, and had taken Eleanore and my father to the hospital. At 5:13, they annouced her dead.
Its been really hard. If I don't keep myself moving and thinking and doing other things, I think about her, and I just break down. My roommate and I have continued to fix up the house, and its really keeping my mind off of things, but as more and more people find out and everybody wants me to talk about it, I jsut can't handle it. My best friend wanted to pick up some games, so we stopped by my work, and as soon as I got there, everybody gave me hugs, and wanted me to talk about it. I just can't. I hadn't cried about it since first hearing, but as soon as everybody started saying things, I just broke down, and started crying. I can't handle it. She was three, you know? it so fucking unfair.
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