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Now in my old life, when I had horses, and they had babies, we had to save the placenta in a big five gallon bucket for the vet to inspect. Luckily, the babies were born in early spring, and the vet was prompt in arriving for the check up.
Then we buried it.
Well, the SOFA KING made me laugh once more, so nice work and thank you!
Isn't that weird, though? I always think I want to live out in the countryside. In the PNW, it's often the islands, like Whidbey, or some of the little San Juans, that I yearn after. Then I spend some time there and even while loving it, think, "Huh. Do I really want to live in a place with survivalists camping in the backwoods?" I go to the Utah desert to go rock-hunting, and spend half my time thinking how stunning that desert is and the other half downright amazed by the amount of trash, beer cans, broken bottles, and signs full of bullet holes.
Not that the city is any more sane, come to think of it.
I wouldn't go back. At least the view is nice and I can run out to my truck naked if I feel like it. Quicky, though. To get something I forgot.
Yeah, SOFA KING is good!
I was in Jamaica, in a small town on the NE coast, working for about 2 months a few years ago. I was so grateful to get back to Chicago where it's quiet and the streets are clean. Big city life. I couldn't swim in the ocean every day, but neither was I breathing burning garbage and listening to a cacaphony of roosters/raggae/yelling/horns/church services 24/7.
I live in a pretty quiet neighborhood except for the one building across the street. Grrrrr. I wish I had a noise disabler ray gun to turn off their radios/car horns/yelling. No gun shots (I don't think), but they're still blowing up things from the 4th.
The plan today was to swim train. First thought: Ride bike to lake and swim in wet suit. Nixed. Too tired. Second thought: Ride bike to neighborhood park district pool, swim outdoors. Not in wet suit (too wierd). Nixed. Too chilly. Third thought: Ride bike to YMCA, swim indoors. Just nixed that one. I am too danged tired. I've eaten my bowl of cereal, I think I'll watch Napolean Dynamite, and go to bed.
Tomorrow is a longer training run. Then, if I'm feeling energetic, I can pack up the wetsuit and ride down to the lake and give it a shot. No dates, nada this weekend. Fine with me. Got a fundraiser for a sick nurse at work tomorrow night, 3 yr old niece coming over for a playdate Sunday, then start a 24 hr call Sunday night.
Oh well. I'm not much of a triathlete in training, but I'm all I've got! :o :p
Lise - the whole concept of the placenta thing (not mentioning it directly so as to not upset you ;)) came not from me, but from a thread on TE a while back. I think we were trying to flush out male lurkers or something. I don't now, but someone mentioned that and then they discussed it and it grossed me out so bad that any time I here about pl, that's what I think of. Sorry :)
Nanci - that must have been a mess! I just remember the look of the lab tech that came in to check my blood sugar after having FishJr (I had gest. diabetes) and he caught sight of "the tray" at the door. The look on his face was priceless!
What is the CC thing you eat?
Chicken Chow Mein.
http://www.subservientchicken.com/
I actually saw this guy on a recent BK commercial, and thought I was going to die!! He and The King are two of the most remarkable marketing ideas ever.
Oh, fish, I'm sorry. :o I was just playing around. No offense at all! Although I did read an article about eating them many years ago, and still feel pukey at the thought. You know, as I typed that, I thought, "I hope fish knows I'm kidding". See, lacking tone and facial expression...argh. My bad. Now, have all the male lurkers been thoroughly scared away?Quote:
Originally Posted by fishdr
What's it called when you eat yourself? Is that still cannibalism?
Nope, autophagy. I advise against googling this...
Interesting fact: Endocannibalism is the term for eating someone you know. Exocannibalism is the term for eating a stranger.
Good grief, as I re-read my post about not talking about placentas, I sound downright cranky! Not my intent. Sorry I gave you some bad moments there, fishdr. Some things that sound funny in my head do not translate well to the page. :(
Nanci, that is a good question. And, regarding placentas, of whom is it, really? The mom? The baby? The union of sperm and egg produce both baby and placenta, so it can't really be said to be of the mom alone. Makes me think of some animals who very neatly clean up the scene after the babies are born.
Well whose DNA is in the placenta cells?Quote:
Originally Posted by Lise
This is really, really, really creepy-wierd. On TV you say? :eek: Between this and the discussions of ____-phagy, I may just turn vegetarian again! :pQuote:
Originally Posted by Nanci
Baby. Therefore, the placenta isn't "of" the mom any more (or less, I suppose) than the baby is "of" the mom.Quote:
Originally Posted by Grog