Posted on 10/01/2008 10:32:53 AM PDT by PJ-Comix
Wasn't that the pickled, pigeon eggs?
The only memory I have is someone yelling "Yes", "Yes", "Yes", "Yes" oh my God, "Yes".....
How about tuna tushies? BTW, they also ate the heads of those tunas...raw.
Back to the DUmmies....
Obviously the relive every day in the womb. Leave Mommy’s basement? Never. The cellar stairs are the umbilical cords.
Keep that pizza coming, Ma!
Yeah, I also remember planning my life. It's been wonderful. But, just to add a little challenge, I planned for my mother to die soon after childbirth, for me to be born with a hole in my ventricular septum -vsd-, and three aortic valve prostheses over a little under sixty years. But, it's made it so much more rewarding. Of course an unsatiable friskinesss just added a little spice.
] Smell-a-vision not needed. Zimmern told us it smelled horrible.
“the small green one with big ears”
Laughing out loud, I am.
My first memories are of Galveston Bay at about 21/2, maybe there is something about your first look at a large body of water.
[You want me to believe that Helen Thomas had a choice of bodies? Ha!]
EEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! At least I had a light lunch.
[Too bad for the ones that got aborted. No sweetness and light for them.]
Go toward the light. Go toward the light.
[Your confinement to the rubber room is yet to happen.]
Becoming a DUmmie was forseen before you were born???
[Another way of saying, "I wish I was never born."]
Bizarre world of the DUmmies. No wonder they are so messed up.
[Too bad your brain still remains stuck in that birth canal.]
Got stuck in the birth canal???
DUmmies live on the dark side too.
I give. Please no more.(retch)
Bizarre Foods is one of my favorite shows of all time. I LOVE exotic foods. Okay, Iguana is not on my list but I sure get jealous of Zimmern’s job. I wish I had it. Oh, and no bats for ol’ PJ either.
This is one of the strangest issues of DUFU I’ve ever seen. See, there are risks to surfing the “calmer” side of DU.
No thanks, I'm saving room for the Casu Marzu.
It was pretty bad that day. I screamed and kicked. I still got free meals and a place to shack up for a couple of years after that tho....and she always tells me that she still loves me.
The WORST food experience I ever had was in L.A.. I saw an ad in the recycler newspaper for a word processor. So I show up at this apartment. I step in and the men are wearing towels on their heads, the women bathrobes. On the floor is a throw carpet and on top of it is a tray of what looked like diarrhea. Not only that it even smelled like diarrhea. I try not to barf and look at the word processor. Oh yeah, it was very warm and humid in there. Then the guy pointed at a plate next to the tray and offered me some of that crap. That’s when I lost it. I ran out the door and heaved up my guts on the stairway. Then I continued on down the stairs, not wanting to return. I still have nightmares of that. And was that really crap they were eating? Ugh!
The phenomenon of pre-birth memories is still subject to speculation; however, there is actually a scientific root for it.
True story: at a Thanksgiving dinner about 10 years ago, we were discussing my parent's former house in a neighboring town. They had been pressured to move out of that home a few months before I was born because they were, quite simply, the wrong color. The blockbusters had come through and snapped up homes, resulting in "white flight." My parents chose to remain behind for several years because they didn't want to leave their home town. When my brothers started school, they were getting beaten up on the playground frequently because they were white. Finally, my parents gave up and sold the house.
As we discussed the home and what had happened to the community since then, I remarked that I missed going sleighing in the park by our home. I recanted how I was riding on the back of the sleigh with my brother in front, and remember when we hit that tree?
My mother politely interrupted me and assured me I couldn't possibly have been on the sleigh with my brother, as I wasn't born yet.
"Yes, Mom. I remember it specially. J was wearing a blue coat and a red cap!"
At that point, several people looked surprised. My brother had crashed into a tree, wearing a blue coat and red cap, but I was still in my mother's womb at the time. He'd been hurt and it upset my mother tremendously.
Being a very logical person by nature, I presumed there had to be a logical explanation for all this. Had I heard the story when I was younger and "fabricated" the memory? It seemed so very real to me.
Then, when I was pregnant, I read an article about how women can actually experience brain shrinkage. During the baby's development process, brain stem cells are used from the mother's brain to help build the baby's brain. Conversely, brain stem cells from the child are subsequently transferred to the mother.
This also would help explain the phenomenon known as the "invisible umbilical cord," where mothers instinctively know that their children are in danger or ill, even if they are not in the same physical location as their offspring or their children are not showing any real symptoms of illness. Many mothers (irregardless of politics, religious beliefs, socioeconomic backgrounds, etc) have experienced this.
The latest round of studies focusing on infants in the womb has revealed that they are able to hear, respond to their environment, and exhibit emotion at stages much earlier than previously believed. Perhaps the most stunning and heartbreaking of these captured on film is "Silent Scream," which shows a baby squirming away from the saline needle that starts the abortion process.
This response is certainly longer than I thought it would be, but the end result is....don't discount the potential message because you dislike the messenger. Encouraging discussion of pre-birth memories will, in a small way, work to help change minds when it comes to abortion.
The “reality-based” community. Heh.
I'll take mine with extra maggots!
Here’s a completely unrelated thread from the other week, showing a typical DUmmies’s business acumen and level of interpersonal skills.
This thread is a gem:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x8111214
“You spend nine months trying to get out, and the rest of your life trying to get back in.”
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