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Growing up with a pain in the bum

Paul and Veggies

Paul and Veggies

None of us like all veggies. As a matter of fact, Popeye only ate spinach, some only eat corn. Not to be outdone, I didn’t like every vegetable out there. For instance, I couldn’t stand turnip greens, even the smell would make me gag, and there were a few others too. Yet I ate almost all my vegetables because I wanted a desert, which was NOT a meat pie! I for one could not imagine a roast beef dinner without onions, carrots, potatoes, and other good vegetables.

But not everyone is like me. Take Paul for instance (pictured on the left). We had to eat our veggies before we could go out and play. Instead of eating those wholesome veggies, he would play with them. Nerve wracking to say the least. I wanted to go swimming or ride my bike, and be done with my meal, he was still playing with the veggies, determined to wear out his dad’s patience and send him away. Paul will eat something called mushy peas. Oh my gosh, mushy peas? Why not just regular rolly peas you eat with whipped potatoes?

Although Paul will sometimes eat normal peas, about the only other veggie he will eat is mushy peas. Mushy Peas recipe just nasty. Add that to the fact the English call just about everything a pie, except for pies. Their favorite is meat pies. Give me a break. They mix everything up in a bowl and pour whipped potatoes over it, so there is no flavor of anything. Because most English do not eat vegetables, there are none in it. They serve a side of mushy peas. If you ever visit England do NOT order anything that says Pie on the menu, you will be sorely disappointed.

When I saw the gif below I thought of Paul, I watch this gif a lot because it so reminds me of Paul and all English people. Why? Because I have seen him do this! I am sure some of them eat good veggies as I do, but I have my doubts.

Growing up with a best friend

Paul my best friend since I was twelve seemed a little, no a lot odd to me. Always talking about sex as most thirteen-year-olds do. I think he was trying to gauge how interested I was. hmm. Regardless one-day mom was in our bathroom and spotted this. Oh, my word I can’t believe he left it out. Since I was the only one around, she asked me about it. Of course, Paul was my best friend so I did the best I could.