tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post4863523895952241762..comments2024-03-11T00:26:35.303-07:00Comments on The Many Banes of My Existence by Alexis: Burger King, Dr. Sanjay Gupta, Elvis Impersonators [Is the correct plural actually Elvi?], and the Justice System Hard at WorkAlexisARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09797016673203467911noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-85682520044328404602015-03-01T08:10:15.155-08:002015-03-01T08:10:15.155-08:00PS; I completely forgot about bacon!! Thanks for ...PS; I completely forgot about bacon!! Thanks for sharing your last meal order.Beccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-30009182146866455952015-03-01T08:03:31.397-08:002015-03-01T08:03:31.397-08:00I've sent him photos before... one time when I...I've sent him photos before... one time when I was inpatient my abdomen was extremely distended, so much so that I could easily have passed for someone 7 months pregnant. I had taken a photo to show Dr. B and for actual proof that this sort of thing happens to me. It seems like most patient claims are viewed as hyperbole until proven otherwise, and when I told my home health care nurse about it, she sort of scoffed and didn't believe me until I showed her the actual photo. And then she wanted a copy to use for a class that she teaches. I found the idea interesting, so I told Judge Alex about it. I don't remember exactly if he asked to see the photo, or if my original message wasn't descriptive enough... however he told me that "at least I know that I'll look cute pregnant." The photo wasn't explicit, I was in hospital PJ's. <br /><br />If you just randomly sent him the photo without an explanation (which is so out of your character), then it might be some what weird... though, he understands your reason for sharing the image. I also see him as a paternal figure, so I recognize your intentions, especially because body image is something that you often write about. Beccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-66509650115557442692015-03-01T01:13:43.241-08:002015-03-01T01:13:43.241-08:00Wow. Judge Alex is the bomb, isn't he?Wow. Judge Alex is the bomb, isn't he? knottyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10127277724751832329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-73390821331550967342015-02-28T17:50:48.660-08:002015-02-28T17:50:48.660-08:00You, Becca, have a most interesting perspective on...You, Becca, have a most interesting perspective on the whole last meal thing..<br /><br />I've decided I would have four strips of crisply fried bacon, a very small chicken breast fried according to Bobby Flay's recipe, and a sonic cherry limeade. That much food is pushing it for me, and I'd ordinarily not eat so much at once, but if i were dying anyway, I'd take my chances. With the stuff the lady was requesting, however, there's no way I could come close. i'd barf for hours if I took one or two bites of each item she requested.<br /><br />My mom is irked with me because I sent three pictures of myself to hizzoner to show him that I am actually beefing up a bit. I think what really freaked her out was that in the first picture I was wearing a swimsuit. it wasn't even a bare midriff suit. When i posted it, I offered the disclaimer that inly a swimsuit shot showed just how truly pathetic I looked in the "before" days and that i had confidence his wife wouldn't think i was hitting on him because what woman in her right mind would send such a pathetic-looking picture in hopes of impressing any man, whether he be my own age or my parents' age? In the other two pictures, the ones where I've fattened up, i'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt. really sexy stuff, huh? <br /><br />I don't know why I bother telling my mom anything. She just freaks out. it's like she thinks I sent child porn over the Internet and am going to be charged. I hate to be the one to tell her this, but I'm not legally a child anymore. Even if I'd (which I would NEVER in a million years send to anyone, much less to the judge; I wouldn't even take or allow one to be taken, much less send it anywhere or keep it on a cell phone where it could be found and sent by anyone else) sent a nudie photo of myself, it wouldn't be the distribution of child porn, because I'm a legal adult.<br /><br />The judge was his typical cool self about it and said it's perfectly fine to send him pictures. I'm no competition for Mrs. Ferrer even if I wanted to be. I could probably fit my entire body into one of her bras if i tried. The judge is more of a father/uncle figure than anyone about whom I would ever have romantic notions. I'm pretty sure he understands this. I think my mom even understands it, but worries about the perceptions of the judge. She isn't giving him enough credit.<br /><br />The judge said I looked "adorable" in all three photos. He's a good liar. I look like either an anorexic or an albino Somalian refugee in the swimsuit shot. I'll try to pm them to you on the twitter tonight. AlexisARhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09797016673203467911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-71372593340508848272015-02-28T17:24:41.361-08:002015-02-28T17:24:41.361-08:00Do they have to eat it all at once, or can they br...Do they have to eat it all at once, or can they break and return? You'd think the extraordinary amount of calories (specifically the ones from fat) would make her vomit... that's not what I would want to spend doing my last few hours/ minutes of existence. <br /><br />Here's a question, what would you choose to eat for your last meal? Would a Friendly's Clown Sundae be on that list? <br /><br />As for myself, that's hard to imagine... actually, I know the last thing I ate. I was annoyed and ate half a cookie at a Christmas party over the holidays. Worst choice ever for me. Cookies taste so much better before they've sat in your stomach for 12+ hours. My last meal that wasn't for testing purposes was toast and scrambled eggs on the day my bowel obstruction got really bad. Actually it was eating that which initiated the full symptoms. Over the last five years I've eaten two scrambled eggs with radioactive tracer for two gastric emptying scans 2 years apart, chicken fingers and fries for manometry testing (that I didn't want to eat) and vanilla yogurt for an EGG that wouldn't have been that bad if I didn't only have 10 minutes to choke the whole thing down. <br /><br />I'm not sure what I'd pick for a last meal mostly because I am never hungry, and that's an important part of desire. It's hard to choose something to put in your gut when you're not hungry (as you probably know quite well). Tonight, I think I'd go for some of my Nana's homemade blueberry muffins with some oatmeal with brown sugar (not anything from a paper package, either), made by my Nana. She is the essence of comfort food. If it was lunch, I might go for a Ruben with extra thousand island and two pickles (if I crave anything now, it's pickles.) <br /><br />Beccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-39398669140898686702015-02-28T16:38:06.429-08:002015-02-28T16:38:06.429-08:00I just wonder how clear the streets need to be for...I just wonder how clear the streets need to be for a few emergency vehicles to get to the state facility so that the essential personnel can be present. They could have pulled the event off as scheduled without every morbidly curious onlooker who wanted to be there if they really wanted to get the job done. As far as the gawkers (I understand that there's usually a lottery for tickets for unrelated bystanders to observe executions) and revenge-seekers, screw 'em. if they're insistent upon killing this woman and aren't to be deterred, delaying it and leaving her hanging is the cruelest thing they could do. If the weather is truly making the execution impossible, maybe it's a sign and her life should be spared.AlexisARhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09797016673203467911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-52794520716112365992015-02-28T13:17:38.351-08:002015-02-28T13:17:38.351-08:00Thanks so much, Donna. Knotty, I'll have a loo...Thanks so much, Donna. Knotty, I'll have a look.AlexisARhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09797016673203467911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-84966336948735236232015-02-28T07:51:17.217-08:002015-02-28T07:51:17.217-08:00Good point, Knotty. When we lived in Dallas a good...Good point, Knotty. When we lived in Dallas a good ice storm would shut down the city. The city can't afford to spring for the equipment to clear the streets since it's rarely needed.<br /><br />Alexis, this is a very funny post about capital punishment. It takes talent to pull that off! Donna Bantahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01271377907141866718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-32959829867720115862015-02-28T06:47:39.973-08:002015-02-28T06:47:39.973-08:00BTW... Do me a favor and have a look at this...htt...BTW... Do me a favor and have a look at this...http://theovereducatedhousewife.blogspot.de/2015/02/mcdonalds-broken-legs-vienna-and-people.html<br /><br />I'd love to get your thoughts on the musical folks I featured at the end.knottyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10127277724751832329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-79607013689313575822015-02-28T05:00:10.752-08:002015-02-28T05:00:10.752-08:00Are you sure she actually got her last meal? Beca...Are you sure she actually got her last meal? Because I don't think prisoners get them until right before the execution (in states that still offer last meal requests). I'd be surprised anyone would have an appetite.<br /><br />As for the weather delay, it may help to remember that it rarely snows in Georgia and the lightest dusting causes the state to shut down. I lived in Georgia for about 18 months and, believe it or not, that was where I had my very first white Christmas. But snow is very much an anomaly there (though not as much as it is in Texas).knottyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10127277724751832329noreply@blogger.com