I’ve always encouraged the boys to eat and enjoy as much junk food as possible while they are young enough to enjoy it without …Continue reading ‘Doughnuts for dinner’
Monthly Archive for March, 2009
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Our first-ever podcast/radio show. Completely improvised…Continue reading ‘Abbott-y Blogcast – Episode 1: Dancing’
It can be odd to open your mouth and not know what is coming out. I’m learning Chinese. The words can be problematic. As you may know, Chinese is a tonal language. Tones rule. In English, if we say “good”, it doesn’t matter what our accent is; we all understand what it means. This isn’t the case with a tonal language. The same word has countless meanings and it depends on its tone and the context.
Wednesday, March 11th, 2009. 6:22PM was an action-packed minute. I’ll get to my side of the story—and there’s video too—but to set the scene, here are some pictures, all taken between 6:33 and 6:54. (And, just to get it out of the way, nobody was hurt.)
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Reunion in Sweden. Reconnection lets the good times roll again.(*)
There’s no yin without a yang. Or to put it another way, everything comes with a price. Compassion is no different. As this is a ‘times of yore’ post, I’ll begin with the biographical underpinnings of this observation.
I was traveling through West Africa with my future (now previous) wife to be when I came down with hepatitis. That knocked the wind out of my sails enough to return to California to see my folks. Within the year I had recovered and she had returned to her home in Sweden.
You’re gaining credibility… but in the opposite direction.
—A frustrated Kyle, addressing Mama who had him walk from his computer to hers to help her find a computer file… which was right in front of her.
[Humor Alert: it's supposed to look like I'm banging my head against the wall!]
The challenge of helping the technologically challenged...
I loved to eat from an early age.
This blog is about weight. I have been slim, medium and fat in my life. Most of us have one addiction or another. Some of us are addicted to nicotine. I could have a cigarette and have no desire for another. I tried to smoke at a younger age but the desire just wasn’t there and I didn’t do it long enough for any real physical addiction. Some of us are addicted to alcohol. A glass of wine in the evening suits me fine and I stop right there. But food is a different story. You put anything rich in front of me like chips, French fries, pastry, lasagna and I can’t stop myself. It’s like the alcoholic who can’t stop at one glass. I want more and more.
Growing up, there was always plenty of food around. Veggies weren’t a big item on the menu. Breakfast was cornflakes or eggs, bacon and toast: dinner usually a pork chop or some other kind of meat, a salad and starch. No dessert. I used to be envious of my best friend because ice cream was waiting for her after dinner. I laugh now just to think about it because anytime I wanted I could have chips, salami, Oreos, or Sara Lee chocolate cake in the freezer that sliced off as easily as it went down. In my lunch bag my mom put a bologna sandwich (I’ll never forget that smell), a bag of potato chips and two packages of Hostess cupcakes (one for me and one for a friend). Bless her heart. I’m guessing my friend didn’t always get one. …Continue reading ‘Weighing In’
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