@boogers mcgee Ditto. Although your screen name would suggest snot doesn't bother you all that much...
Ugh, timely. I have about 9 months left on my F1 student visa and while I'm hopeful about the possibility of getting an employment-related visa after my studies (or moving to a country where I won't need one!) the marriage-as-path-to-green-card route seems increasingly like a possibility. Except that, like J, I don't really want to get married... ever. And the idea that I might one day have to do so in order to appease the US government really bums me out :( Bureaucracy!
I don't think any of my grandparents graduated from highschool (my dad's dad went to work at age 11, after his own dad died) and all of their children (8 between them) have graduate degrees. Baby boomers! For most part the subsequent generation (i.e. me and my siblings and cousins) also have post-graduate degrees (a lawyer, a couple of PhDs, some Masters degrees) except for the kids of richest one, who didn't bother to go to university. Go figure...
As a vegetarian for the last 20 years I would like to voice the highly controversial opinion that the Chicago Diner is awful. A vegan restaurant that doesn't focus on vegetables but instead tries to imitate meat (and does so poorly IMO) has somehow managed to usurp the title of 'best Chicago vegetarian restaurant' that should belong to Mana, Green Zebra, or any one of the Karyn's...//end rant
@Derbel McDillet And TV! When I was really little (<10) the TV was up in the attic and you had to decide which *one* show you wanted to watch (although I seem to remember watching my sister and brother's show with them too, so maybe 3 shows?) Now the TV is on any time I'm home (mostly for background noise, but still).
I'm now a very sensible adult and only have the occasional can with pizza or something equally appropriate.
Oh man we never really had 'bad for you' foods in my house growing up either- we would sometimes get Dunkaroos or Fruit [Froot?] Roll Ups in our lunch boxes but no pop, sugar cereals etc. ever graced our shelves. Result: when I first moved out I became addicted to coke. The drink, not the drug! I worked at a restaurant and could get it for freeee. Sweet, sweet cola.
@Cup of T And we were right on the beach! Like candelit table on the sand with the waves lapping (almost) at our feet! So worth it.
@Cup of T Also my most pricey meal was probably when I took my boyfriend for dinner on the beach in Grenada. We both had a couple of ridiculously good cocktails, he got an appetizer of conch [sea snail, he loves all seafood and had never got the chance to try it], a main of lobster, and a passionfruit cheesecake dessert. I don't remember what I got because I don't eat seafood and seeing how excited/in food heaven he was was far more delicious than anything I could have eaten (maybe I got like pasta? Vegetarianism is hard in the non-rastafarian parts of the Caribbean). It cost something like $100.
Relevant to Ellen Cushing's post, I present you one of the most excellent lines from the Michelle Pfeiffer classic "Dangerous Minds": Student Ms. Pfeiffer is treating to dinner as a reward for something: "I'll have the chicken? A whole one?" Pfeiffer: "And I'll have the same."