<p>I love my silicone spatulas but I threw away the basting brush the “hairs” were too wiggly. It made a mess.</p>
<p>There’s something I just don’t trust about silicone. We’ve got 'em too but I keep thinking they must leach poison somehow.</p>
<p>mathmom, if it is any consolation, the only friends from my childhood who still live in my hometown were the ones who peaked at 17, 18 years old. Since at 17 I was still a DEEP GEEK, they were not my pals. Most of my pals scattered to the four winds!!</p>
<p>Alu, the sole was had at Restaurant Gervais, on Big Basin in Saratoga. We walked in off the street, without a reservation, and had a massively excellent meal, with a server who was quite obviously a native French speaker. Yumbo.</p>
<p>(/me apologizes for the local restaurant chat, sorry!!)</p>
<p>Local restaurant chat can always come in handy.</p>
<p>True confessions in re wisdom teeth extraction and the associated “happy pills.” DS had wisdom teeth out right after senior (jr.? - how time flies, but I digress) year. 6 oxycodone prescribed and purchased, but never taken; he never felt the need. Fast forward to DS having minor something surgery; more oxycodone prescribed and purchased (gotta have it fresh, right?); again never taken. THEN, DH has something or other done and got more oxycodone handed to him in the ER; again never taken.</p>
<p>jmmom, flouting all good housekeeping and safe medication rules, stockpiled said wonder drugs in the medicine cabinet “just in case.” </p>
<p>Okay, so, a couple of weeks ago in the throes of a major killer migraine that would not die, I took one. Go ahead, shoot me. End result: pretty much dimmed down the migraine; nothing magic but a big help. But as to fun and games or desirable buzz? Nada, zip, zilch. Maybe they were too old. But it sure made me wonder why people are all over this stuff as a “drug of choice.” I think they might have upset my stomach, too.</p>
<p><em>please don’t turn me in</em></p>
<p>jmmom, you have the right to remain silent.</p>
<p>;)</p>
<p>Nah, there’s no high if you take it when you’re actually hurting. It’s when you take it without the migrane… </p>
<p>Weren’t you paying attention in the '70’s?</p>
<p>In the 70’s I was dealing with meadows and winter weather rather than prescriptions.</p>
<p>Is that sufficiently cryptic to keep my wholesome image intact?</p>
<p>Jmmom, we appreciate your attempt to walk on the wild side but honey, you are going to have to work a LITTLE harder to get wicked:)</p>
<p>I get most of my endorphins here in Sinner’s Alley, alu. That’s as wild as it gets. 
What’s up with that? </p>
<p>You were a GEEK SB? Sheesh.</p>
<p>Well, I wasn’t. I was in the ‘cool’ gang–both in primary and secondary school. The primary school gang was even called ‘The ___ Gang’ by children and parents alike. I belonged to the secondary school gang as a ‘daytime’ member. I enjoyed the stories at the lunch table but didn’t risk my safety too much.</p>
<p>I weedled my way into the gangs out of curiousity and as a sort of personal challenge. Once in, the dysfunctional chaos was fascinating for a creative-brain kid who loved to read fiction. There were kids smoking hash in 7th grade. Most of the gang kids smoked pot in 8th grade. It was the trickle down effect of growing up next to a private university which was rolling in social upheaval. I was able to keep my non-gang and neighborhood friends throught both school expereinces. </p>
<p>Anyway, I survived the wild side intact (many did not) and I crossed over to the more sedate side of the tracks in university when the drug and sex choices became too dangerous to even watch as a bystander. </p>
<p>I have few friends from primary or secondary school days. It was an interesting experience and I wouldn’t trade it, but my trajectory took a hard left. Thank goodness.</p>
<p>I’ve gotta quit reading these posts backwards (ie from the bottom up). You can imagine what I thought when I read
before I realized SBmom was talking about SPATULAS! I wouldn’t have considered you a geek after my first thought at what I thought you were talking about! :)</p>
<p>And jmmom-- true confesions, eh?? Where’s the cyber DEA?</p>
<p>LOL jym… ^^^ just made my night 
Just purge those thoughts about SBmom and her silicone right out of your dirty mind!</p>
<p>thanks, astrophysicsmom!<br>
We are even, then, as I have been enjoying your posts in the “getting rid of the weird characters” thread! I think it should be a rule here that no one should use words with more than 10 letters or 3 syllables in them. If a word requires a run to the dictionary, then the poster should be booted. Really… are we supposed to have to THINK when we read or post here?? :D</p>
<p>I don’t have ANYTHING silicone. Hehee. </p>
<p>And I have some stockpiled Vicodan cause the docs here are so free with it. “You might have a little pain for the next day or so–here.” </p>
<p>It was always a tiny little pain and I’d rather have a “little pain” than be in a fog. My kids are like that too, fortunately.</p>
<p>mommusic-
Your post reminded me that I had a prescription for vicoden in my wallet after a root canal. Wonder what I ever did with that prescription… Never filled it. Hmmmm…
But, when my s was dischharged fromthe hospital a month or so ago after his broken leg/surgery, they sent him home with a prescription for EIGHTY vicoden! I’ll bet hes a popular guy on camous right about now…</p>
<p>jym that is funny about the silicone. If you ever saw me IRL you’d know how funny. </p>
<p>Lets just say that I breastfed two kids, for multiple years each, and it “took something out of me.”</p>
<p>You guys are completely cracking me up. I come in here for a depressive cyber-booze and instead I’m cackling on my sofa. What’s a girl to do when she wants to be miserable and the people in the bar are too funny?</p>
<p>Just ask them to move over, sit herself down, and think he he he he for a while.</p>
<p>Whazzup Alu? Why feeling miserable???</p>
<p>jym, sometimes one just wants to pout, no? It does wonderful things for the lower lip…</p>
<p>No reason. No one ever needs to a reason to walk into Sinner’s Alley miserable. But. They cannot walk out miserable. They will be forcibly restrained, dunked in the hot top, and made to keep company with BHappy Mom’s Funny Fairy.</p>
<p>OK–today’s cartoon discovery which I have been sending to all my friends:</p>
<p>DH is (was) working on the laptop (sound familiar?) and wifey dear is pointing a gun at him & saying, “OK, put down the laptop and hold up your end of the conversation!”</p>
<p>It just hits so close to HOME at our house. 
Except for the gun part.</p>
<p>Mommusic,</p>
<p>That joke sounds all too familiar…</p>
<p>As he types onto his laptop.</p>
<p>We have silicon scrapers and pie pans. And what spectacular pie pans they are, holding there shape in extreme conditions and over time!</p>