Posted on 08/05/2012 4:43:59 PM PDT by ConservativeStatement
"Unexpected Swallowing of a Knife" -- that's a grabbier title than most ones you see in medical journals.
The short item, a clinical image in this week's New England Journal of Medicine, explains that a 30-year-old woman with a history of bulimia had been bragging to friends that she no longer had a gag reflex. She put the knife into her mouth and then laughed -- at which point she swallowed the knife.
(Excerpt) Read more at sun-sentinel.com ...
I would make cinnamon rolls if I weren’t the only person around to eat them.
Of course, I’ll be visiting some friends some time this coming Spring, and if there are some “incentives,” I could bring my recipe and make a hugh batch.... That is, if anyone is interested...
Ohyah...I can help you make a starter if you want one. The critters in this valley are REALLY excellent for sourdough!
Oh, my. I am in prayer for this little one. I’d say the usual “I can’t imagine” sort of thing, except that I CAN imagine; I’ve lived worse. Prayers up, from my bunker.
I could get a starter from someone here within hours, I’m sure. People who have bread-starter are always wanting to give it away!
And the population here would eat all the cinnamon rolls to fill all the pans in the house!
On another subject...
I’ve always thought the words religious and philosophy should be differently ordered, if not kept apart, entirely. I’ve known many irreligious philosophies, and a few righteous philosophers. I’ve yet to meet a philosophy that was merely religious that was worth a tinker’s dam.
I think you meant, “WHAT’S DE PAWS WORD?”
“One Year Adventure Novel” or related? My eldest went through that, and then didn’t write the novel, because he found a gap in the story that — when fixed — created some gaps in the story that — when fixed — created lots of gaps in the story that — ... he decided not to fix on the argument that attempting to patch up Swiss cheese is a fool’s errand.
I gave him an “E” for effort, and insisted that he return to it and give it more “E.”
Thank you so much, HK. It means a lot to me to know that you can empathize. This baby is not related to me, but her GG-Ma and I grew up together. I have been “there” for each of her kids.
This little girl is the daughter of the toddler I saw “way back when” the daughter of my friend was in skinny jeans.
I almost feel guilty asking for prayers; Emberlie was saved once by surgery, chemo and radiation therapy. I have been asking for prayers but it may be my own selfishness...maybe Heavenly Father wants to bring her Home.
My heart hurts.
I agree. Religious and philosophy should not be in the same sentence, let alone the same genre.
A philosophy (to me) seems to be a personal thing, while a religion seems to be a community thing. I really don’t know how to explain it.
My philosophies are many and varied. My religion is close to my heart, and not apt to interpretation by outside forces.
(For what it’s worth, anyway.)
Yes, that’s it. I plan to have Elen write the novel even if it does end up with plot gaps, because she needs the practice in getting from outline to text, and this should be much more fun than outlining essays and rewriting them over and over ;-). I don’t think Anoreth ever finished the novel about the Swamp Critters Bluegrass Band that she was writing for “Write a Novel Month” one year.
I don’t know what Elen plans for her story to be about, because I haven’t looked at her Synopsis workbook page yet, but I think mine will be “middle-aged lady bank manager in the Wild West.” (I’ll have to sacrifice the “driving a truck” element, darn.) Maybe Anoreth will be in it, too.
We discussed, as part of our current lesson, how we can make changes during the outline phase, so as not to find that we’re six chapters into the novel and wishing it had gone totally differently.
Tinker’s mother? Tinker’s breeding mare?
The sourdough spores in this valley, as well as Pahrump Valley, are comparable to San Francisco’s. Pahrump has quite a few vinyards, and where there are vinyards, there are yummy yeast spoors!
*ahem*
I shall bring my recipe for sin-a-man rolls, but I ask humbly that chocolate frosting be available for those of us who love “Persian” rolls...I learned to love them as a kid in my home town...when my sibs and I would step into the bakery, and if asked if we wanted something, we would say, “No, thanks. We just want to smell!”
As we got older, the chocolate-frosted cinnamon rolls were so decadent, I thought I may need to go to confession.
Wellden...push comes to shove, you could ask how redhead managed to write her “Logan’s Gold,” novel. I read it every so often because I love it!
And I am amazed that I am related to such talent!
(Sorry, Red...going to bed now...)
I’ll have to include chocolate-frosted cinnamon rolls in my novel ;-).
I hope you sleeps!
I searched for “Logan’s Gold” on Amazon, and it pulls up but says “Out of Print, Limited Availability.” The weird thing is that although I put the exact title in the search line, the first item in the response is “Logan and the Magic Fish.”
We had a neighbor in Virginia Beachm, a Navy pilot’s wife who became a reasonbly successful novelist. She started out writing “Inspirational Romances,” with openly Christian characters, and then published some general historical romances. Now it looks, from what I found on Amazon, like she’s mostly writing regional (Tennessee) nonfiction.
Her first husband, the pilot, was a dog. He put the moves on me when I was babysitting their daughter once, when I was about 16 and he was drunk.
Check with redhead. She can tell you where to get it. If she doesn’t, let me know. I’ll send Ice Pick to visit her and he will coax the moose moms to teach their babies about redhead’s saplings...
*e-vil laughter*
I’ve an Uncle who lives in Minnesota; my father’s brother-in-law. I left California to go to a small college in Idaho. My roommate hailed from St. Louis. Roommate selection at the school was “luck o’th’ draw” unless you and another student in your matriculating class specifically requested to room together.
As we sat in college church that first Sunday — he pointed to one of the ushers and said, “Oh, hey; that’s my Uncle.” You may well imagine my amazement when I realized that the man he had pointed out was my Uncle’s brother!
Guys like that are a dime a dozen. I lost count of the ones who tried to make me believe they were God’s Gift to me. I had a tendency to talk to the wives and tell them to watch the idiots they were married to. And I gave them days, dates and times.
Somehow, I was seldom asked back to babysit...???..NOT!
And I can reply with:
Five years ago, when I was going to my class reunion, I got word that my niece’s grandfather had died. Since I was going to be in the same county, I took along black clothes, since my younger sister was the mother of said niece.
When I got to my friend’s house, she said that her BIL had died, and that she “should” go to the funeral. However, neither of us were feeling all that well (me afer a 400 + mile drive, and she, after a few days of stress.)
We sat for a while, catching up on the family news, and after a while, the funerals came up in conversation. I said that it was funny, because my niece’s grandfather had passed on, and she asked what his name was. When I told her, she said that he was her BIL, and we were both destined for the same funeral.
We have been friends since we were five, and the three of us were like sisters. Little did I know! Small world.
(This is the same person whose GG-Daughter is suffering from brain cancer.)
I was the oldest in the neighborhood, so I got a lot of babysitting work. (My dad was a senior officer on the carrier, and the squadron pilots were 15-20 years younger.) I was so clueless - I don’t think I realized older men were hitting on me until I was already married!
There was a time when I was 18 or 19, I went to the Officers’ Club with Dad, and he introduced me, with just my first name, to someone he knew from his staff. I heard the guy whisper, “I thought your wife’s name was Pat!”
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