OT leaving home

What did you have for breakfast and lunch?

 

Interesting priorities.

 

I can, and do cook, frequently. But if I get home late, or have had a
shitty day and just don't feel like it, or simply want something in
minutes rather than in half an hours time, there's plenty of choice too.

Much better than a cheese sandwich, anyhow.

 

The 'bunker mentality' makes me want to reply, 'what's it to you, ****?',
but I really do have to ask why they're 'interesting'. Would it have been
better to not eat, and to pay my ISP ?

D.

 

You must be wasting away to nothing if that's your "diet".

 

He's spent too much time with Merkins.

 

Ben didn't tell us how big the cheese sarnie was after all.

Isn't every second Outlet a food Outlet in that town then? I've never had
to even consider *making* food in the USofA

 

It says a lot that you take a simple statement and feel the need to
react against it. Like I was on the offensive and that you needed to

If I had been in that situation (and I've actually been reasonably
close) I'd have been more worried about paying my rent and being able
to eat, than having my internet cut off.

No, it might have been better for you to cancel the internet service
until you had a method of paying them and being able to eat properly.

Of course, this is just my perspective - YMMV.

 

Hey...

Leaving home ain't easy,
But may be the only way...

 

Uni at 20 was when I started leaving - obviously, there were regular trips
back home at end of term, and very occasional weekends during term. My first
year was full board (yuk!) and after that it was curry, kebabs, and own
cooking - teach him to make spag bol and he'll never go hungry! After uni,
the thought of going back "home" made my blood run cold and I took turned
down a job close to home in favour of a lower paying job elsewhere.

During uni my money management could have been better (didn't have the
discipline to stick to the budget I'd worked out), I never went hungry and
enjoyed my food too much to be satisfied with crap cooking - I therefore
taught myself to cook and eat better(one of the parents of a flat-mate was
amazed to see a student eating fresh salad at lunch followed later in the
day by home-made lasagne with fresh vegetables!). After uni, I shared a
house with friends for a few months until SWMBO and I bought a house
together (it was in Tamworth, but after 20 years the psychological scars
have now healed for both of us).

 

<Homer Simpson mode>

Hmmmm. 64 slices of american cheese.

</hsm>

 

Please tell me it's not Velveta.

 

I have no idea, it is a quote from the cartoon.

 

Because they are still your children. No matter what they do you worry
about them.

Fortunately neither of my kids have gone off the rails (yet).
--
Dan L

http://thebikeshed.spaces.live.com/
1996 Kawasaki ZR1100 Zephyr

BOTAFOT #140 (KotL 2005/6/7)
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After 21 years of marriage, my mother is still not convinced that SWMBO
is the right person for me.

--
Dan L

http://thebikeshed.spaces.live.com/
1996 Kawasaki ZR1100 Zephyr

BOTAFOT #140 (KotL 2005/6/7)
X-FOT#000
DIAABTCOD #26
BOMB#18 (slow)
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Sorry. When 99% of a newsgroup is launching vicious, unprovoked and wholly
illegitimate attacks, it's too easy to forget that there's still a 1%.

I was, and thought that that was obvious from my words, i.e. I _hadn't_
paid them. Rent was still getting paid (sporadically), but food was the
primary concern.

Indeed.

D.

 

Went to uni first. That was enough to pretty much break the ties.

Got back home afterwards and spent six months thinking "I can't live
here anymore". So I got a job that was decent enough to pay a
mortgage and bought my first flat on my own.

I managed the finances by going horrendously into debt and spending a
few years getting out of it. Nothing like learning the hard way.

 

Joined the army at 16 - left after 6 months. My parents picked my kit
up in the car and just as we were leaving I asked them to drop it
round to my sister's flat. They thought I'd be returning home but I'd
arranged to stay at sis's until I got a place of my own. Within 3
weeks of getting back to Bedford I'd got a job and found a bedsit in
the same block my sister lived in. My sister advised me on how to
survive until my gilfriend of 6 years joined me just after her 16th
birthday, which is about when we moved next door into a tiny flat
rather than a bedsit - she was catching a bus to school to complete
her O levels or I'd run her in on the back of the bike. Luckily I had
a bit of spare cash come my way at 16 1/2 so I could afford an RD and
I worked part-time jobs as well as full-time to make extra cash -
buying and selling bikes helped pay bills too.

At 18 I joined the mob again and left Caron, who was now working for
the Post Office, to live in 'our' place but when I came home on leave
one weekend I got pissed and decided that the flat Caron and I lived
in was no longer my own place with her sharing, it had become her
place with me allowed to stay - a big argument started and I told her
to **** off back to her mum's, which she did. What I didn't know was
that she was 4 months pregnant, and I didn't find out until just
before I became a dad as by this time her parents had moved back to
their home town of Leicester. Within a few weeks of Caron leaving I
started looking for a place to buy and eventually struck lucky with a
nice 3 bed semi whose owners had died in a car crash on holiday in
Spain. Paying for it was easy as I installed a mate as a lodger and he
paid half the mortgage and the new burd paid the other half. What
little money I made paid for some other bills and the voluntary
maintenance agreement for Caz. It's all downhill from there on.

 

Runs a thriving cobbling course too, I understand.

 

DING DING DING DING DING CLATTER



--
Dan L

http://thebikeshed.spaces.live.com/
1996 Kawasaki ZR1100 Zephyr

BOTAFOT #140 (KotL 2005/6/7)
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