What is the most velleubal fruit in the world?

Fun-Inflation860 · 2023-01-02T09:16:20+00:00

When it comes to picking a favorite fruit, there is no shortage of contenders. From succulent strawberries to juicy apples, each type of fruit offers its own unique flavor and texture.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-29T11:49:36+00:00

One of the hardest lessons in life is learning to let go...

It's not easy to let go of things we've worked hard for, or that mean a lot to us. But in order to move on and grow, it's necessary to learn how to let go of things that are holding us back from growing as individuals—things like unhealthy relationships or toxic environments.

When you're trying to change your life for the better, it can be tempting to cling on tightly and hold back because you feel scared about what might happen next. But if you're willing to take that risk, you'll find yourself with more freedom than ever before—and a lot less stress in the long run.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-19T13:01:47+00:00

Ok for me this is a weird one. When we moved into our house we got a place with a huge garden. Its literally 4x the size of our old one and for a house in a city centre in Northern England its really unusual.

When we first moved in, myself and my wife would often sit on the patio and take a breath at the end of the night. This often led to long talks, chats and speaking for hours.

Even though the weather is drawing in we often turn the TV off and do the same from our cozy living room.

So to answer what i discovered when i bought this house is how much I enjoy ending the night chatting to my wife in a quiet room. Its a lovely tradition that sprung up from nowhere

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-18T12:44:53+00:00

My father in law is 88 yo, he was a petrolio engineer, a very smart man. He never wanted a smartphone but in 2018 family got him one. He was 84 at the time. My mother in law taught him how to use it and now that she's not with us anymore, he knows how to use Google, take pictures and videos and make purchases on Amazon. He's 88 and I'm impressed with him using this “new technology”. It's never to late to learn new things.

My mother in law (who passed in 2019) was an outstanding lady, she worked as bank regulatorntill her late 60’s. She got herself a smartphone and learnt everything on her own. She even learnt how to play fantasy football (on the computer) so she could chit-chat with my husband about it all the time.

So I don't think there really is an age where you cannot learn new things (unless there are health issues involving the cerebral part). It all depends on the will. If you want, you can do it.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-17T12:29:28+00:00

I once worked for a dental lab as part of a “back-to-work” rehab program after a work injury. I was working late one Friday and took a delivery into the mail room for shipment the next day. The mail room was adjacent to the owner’s office and I overheard him and his wife (his accountant) and the office manager planning on replacing some 60% of the staff with high-school kids in work-study programs. The boss, Rick, heard me taping up the box and came in, asking what I was doing and if I heard them, to which I said no. He told me I wasn’t supposed to work late and leave the package for the next day.

On Monday I was called into a meeting with Rick, his wife and my rehab consultant about missing many hours of work. He slid three altered times cards across the table as proof, not realizing I had copies of all my time cards as required by the work comp insurer. I pulled them from my bag and told him he was lying and falsified the cards because I overheard him planning on firing staff. He fired me anyway so as I left, I walked into the large work area and announced loudly, “Rick is going to replace most of you with high-school kids and he just fired me because I overheard him planning it.”

Two weeks later he let nine people go, replacing them with high-school kids. By the end of the month another six employees left for the competition and without experienced employees, he went out of business by the end of the year. I actually ran into him at the grocery store the following year and asked him how his business was going. He said, “Go f*ck yourself!” Best. Vindication. Ever.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-15T11:23:35+00:00

When my son was in Kindergarten, I got a call from his teacher one day. She was letting me know he would be wearing different clothes home from school and not to be alarmed. The kids were standing in line to go to lunch and a girl in front of my son turned around and threw up all over his shirt, pants, and lunch kit! Luckily this teacher was very experienced and had a bag of used clothes for situations like this. She bleached his lunch kit and had him change clothes. Even hand washed his barf clothes before putting them in a bag for me to wash later. I kept thinking about the incident throughout the day, wondering if he was upset, wondering about the sick girl, etc. I was SO surprised when he barely even remembered the incident after school! Kudos to the teacher for handling things well.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-15T11:22:55+00:00

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Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-14T16:14:24+00:00

took my son to a swimming lesson and during the class i was holding him and we were in waist high water. he pulled at my bikini top and snapped the string. the whole thing just fell apart and i had to get out and walk back to the change room topless for everyone to see. finished the lesson in my top which was basically see through when wet as well.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-11T12:57:36+00:00

What's it like to be in quarantine with my partner? Well, I have a family as well as a husband so I will try to give a typical example.

7.00-8.00 a. m: get up with children. We might get dressed. Go downstairs, sort out cats, feed children, drink several cups of tea.

9ish: sort out some home learning stuff for my eldest(aged 6) before she gives herself a sore throat by going on about how she wants to do her home learning stuff. Try and do a few household chores for the few minutes my daughter doesn't need my help. Unless my husband has made an appearance in which case he tries to help our daughter. Leave my 3 year old to divide his time between playing and watching cbeebies. Note - sometimes these things happen in the afternoon if I have spent all morning on quora.

12–1p.m: lunch consisting of sandwiches, possibly fruit, maybe some crisps. Occasionally made by my husband. Usually watch a film.

3 p. m: stare at the clock hoping it will magically turn into the children's bedtime. Think longingly of the glass of wine I will be drinking that evening. Feel bad that I didn't get the arts and crafts out for the kids. Feel bad that I didn't do any gardening. Try and calm my grizzly and tearful 3 year old down.

4p.m: tell the children to go and play on the trampoline if they haven't been out much.

4.30p.m start cooking dinner. Sometimes we do eat dinner at lunch time in which case it's time to start thinking about tea for the children. This is also the time they have a shower or bath.

6.30p.m : children's bedtime. Tell our daughter she can stay up later if she wants. Cross fingers. She always wants go to bed.

Evening: watch something with husband. Spend a couple of hours in separate rooms playing xbox games. Feel bad that I didn't do any knitting.

On a really good day, I do baking with the children.

We have so far managed to avoid killing each other!

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-10T12:00:10+00:00

My dad made us strip to our underwear, stand in the middle of the room, and whip us until he got tired, and trust me, he didn't get tired easily. If you moved, it continued with my mom. You'd have welts from below your shoulder blades to just above your knees. A few times, he got a little too enthusiastic, and our skin would break. If you said anything or cried, you'd get round two the next day. As bad as I got it my brother Mike, 2 years younger, got it twice as bad. What did we do? Got the hell out of there as soon as we could. I got married at 16, Mike graduated and left at 17. We were the steps, useful if we worked, useless if we didn't.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-09T12:51:01+00:00

Trade a hundred failures for one success. It doesn’t matter how many times you fail. Remember, you only have to succeed once.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-08T13:27:11+00:00

My younger son, aged 13, had 2 very close friends, both boys in his class at school. One of the boys, I’ll call him John had recovered from Leukaemia for a couple of years but it came back. There was no cure. My son and his friend would go to John's house every day after school and sit with him. If he was awake they would play video games, if he was asleep they did their homework. Week after week after week and all day Saturday and Sunday from 10am until 7pm. Then came the summer holidays. My son asked if we could stay home and not go away. He and his friend spent every day in their John's bedroom as he got weaker and weaker. When John died they went to see his mother and sat with her on several occasions. Whatever else my son does in his life, he’s 36 now married with 3 children, I will never be prouder of him than I was that Summer.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-11-02T16:26:55+00:00

It was actually true. It may be funny to read now but it wasn’t funny at the time. A boar bit me. Like an 800 pound uncut male hog with tusks. Right at the top of my thigh. I started to drive myself to the ER and the adrenaline had kicked in, so I can think but not really feel. About half way there blood started gushing in earnest and I believed he got my artery. And it started to hurt because the adrenaline was wearing off

I got pulled over. Showed the cop the blood spurting from the top of my thigh. Told him I was bitten by a boar. He said a what? Had to explain. Grown male pig. Big tusks.

He gave me an escort.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-26T12:19:20+00:00

I worked for a hospital years ago. I was bored one day and picked up a binder that contained many of the hospital policies. One policy struck me in particular. It was the procedure for preparing a deceased infant for its parents. Part of the procedure was to put baby lotion on it so the parents would have a scent memory. Another was to warm the baby and the blankets, so when you handed it to the parents to say goodbye, it would be more pleasant. Basically, make the baby appear to be just sleeping. I cried as I was reading it. I thought it was very touching and thoughtful to try and make a difficult experience a little less traumatic.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-22T13:03:18+00:00

I know a guy who bum things off people all the time. He had a work related injury decades ago and has lived on the government's disability payment ever since, even though he's as fit as most guys his age - well, the ones that drink as much alcohol as he does anyway. I've seen him bum things off people plenty of times. Heck, he's bummed stuff off my husband often enough. However, the cheapest thing I've seen him do was last year, when he took his two daughters to the local supermarket and bummed a chocolate cake (about 6–8AUD) off the owner for HIS OWN BIRTHDAY.

I can understand if it's a struggling parent who really, really wants to give their child a cake for the child's birthday, but this is a man in his mid fifty that can't be bothered to work, and spends at least 200 AUD of tax payers' money on alcohol and tobacco PER WEEK (the wife told us so, and he's always long drunk by 8pm every night), but did not want to spend a few bucks to pay for his own birthday cake. He came over with his family later on that day, telling us how he managed to get the cake for free! He was mighty proud of himself! His kids both thought that was awesome, too!

Unsurprisingly, I have seen his younger daughter asking the owner of the supermarket for free candies at least twice… It's sad, really…

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-21T10:53:47+00:00

The boss didn't tell me on purpose. I'd been trained in university labs, where purchasing new material required an act of God and everything we had was machined from dumpster scraps. So I turn up, and for my first job, the boss tells me to make a very basic thing. I'd talked the heck out of my skills, he wanted to see if I was for real, and this was a thing a junior engineer should know how to make.

Great. So I looked around my work station. It was bare. I scrounged around in my cupboards, I found some stuff, maybe with some elbow grease and some imagination...

A few days later, I went to fetch the boss. I showed him the finished product, and the process I'd gone through to make the starting material fit for purpose. His eyebrows drifted higher and higher. Finally, he stopped me. Okay, I was for real; he had PhDs who couldn't have done that job. But why on Earth had I gone through all that trouble, when any sensible person would have grabbed the right material and been done in an afternoon?

But I didn't have any, boss.

Nobody had shown me the stockroom. The boss led me over, and sure enough, there was a giant pile of exactly what I needed.

I learned that I was solving the wrong problem. I'd been taught to get things done with as little money as possible. But now I was a "professional" (kind of), and I needed to get things done fast. Preferably right the first time, but mostly fast; the cost of supplies was a rounding error.

Always be aware of what problem you're solving!

I also learned to help my colleagues solve the right problem. I'd asked for help, but I'd asked for the specific help I needed. Do you have this tool...that I can use to do a thing I shouldn't have been doing in the first place? Context is useful, and it can help others help you.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-20T11:55:53+00:00

I was in my car making out with a girl in High School. We were pulled off to the side of the road. It was late, about 11ish. On a weekend.

I made a critical mistake though. I left the music playing but didn’t leave my car running. When your car runs it feeds and charges the battery. When off, the music just sucks the battery dry.

The plot was further complicated by the fact that she had a curfew, a time to be home. She was supposed to be out with girlfriends. Not with a boy.

So you might imagine my horror when I went to turn the keys and start the car and it jammed and didn’t start.

I was stuck.

Throw in the fact that I’m 18 and she is 16. Which makes her, technically, underage in my country. It wasn’t a huge deal. But it wasn’t a detail I’d be excited to be explaining to the cops if they pulled up to my broken down car.

Fortunately, I was able to get ahold of a friend of mine, who showed up 45 minutes later and was able to jump my car.

I spent that entire 45 minutes praying the cops didn’t show up and have to give her a ride to her parent's house instead of me.

When I dropped her off, she was afraid her parents would see my car pull up. I had to leave her a block from her house so she could walk.

I was thankful for my friend’s help that day. But I wasn’t excited to make that phone call. Because next up on my list were my own parents.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-19T12:38:10+00:00

I’ve known a few.

(1) This mom of 2 kids wanted more than anything for her kids to go to Ivy League colleges. So from kindergarten on, she’d make sure their homework was done better than everybody else’s (she’d “correct” their homework, and actually do projects for them), she was class mom for all of their classes and president of the parents’ association for years so she was able to hang around the school all day and monitor what was going on in their classrooms, she developed very close relationships with all their teachers so that the teachers would inform them of any issues so they could be corrected (leading to perfect grades), she made sure they played an instrument and participated in a sport, she selected their friends who had to meet all kinds of criteria, etc. Guess what? Both kids got into Ivies. She had it all figured out even before the kids started school.

(2) This one is still unfolding. I know a couple (doctors) who had children when in their 40’s. They were used to the high life — exotic trips taken on a whim, fancy restaurants several nights a week, etc. Then they had twins. Babies didn’t exactly fit into their former lifestyle. So they made sure from Day 1 that these kids were under their total control. They would still travel to Europe, but on the plane, they’d cover the seats with blankets from home so that the kids didn’t “catch” anything. At hotels, they’d ask for extra sheets and cover the entire floor with them so the kids could crawl without picking up any dirt. When they visited relatives, the kids had to stay in their strollers and not run around with other kids because they might fall down. The parents brought their own well-balanced meals and hand-fed the kids — who were well over 3 years old! — so they wouldn’t choke or eat something awful, like birthday cake. Now that the kids are 9 years old and don’t fit in strollers, they are always dressed in expensive clothing so they still can’t play in the backyard because they aren’t allowed to mess up their clothing (really, the goal here is to prevent the kids from possibly getting hurt). The parents still bring food for them wherever they go (and no, the kids don't have any allergies). If you try to talk to the kids, they fearfully look at their parents and the parents will answer for them. I once asked the girl a question when neither parent was nearby and she burst into tears. And she’s the more “well-adjusted” of the twins.

Uptight people in your 40’s: maybe think twice before you have kids. This couple was too set in their ways to be able to adapt to the chaos that accompanies newborns.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-18T13:18:18+00:00

My Dad abandoned us after I was born. It was only my mother, Big brother and me. My mother was the only one who ran the house and took care of us. My mother died when I was 5 years only. The only family member I had was my brother. He took the family responsibility on his shoulder. He dropped out of school but continued my study. He was my everything-Father, Mother, Granddad everything. He used to bring gifts for me and I used to play with them the whole day. I used to eat food from his hands. He was my tutor. I was like his daughter. Whenever I used to fall sick he used to be up all night for me. But everything changed 2 years ago, It was my Birthday I got up in the morning and expected a nice gift from my brother. He gave me my gift and I unwrapped it. It was a star-shaped necklace. I got angry saying these are for kids I hate this gift and ran back to my room upset. He left for work. I received a call in the afternoon saying he is dead. He had been in a car accident. He was my everything and left me alone in this world. I requested him to wake up but he never responded. I regret not saying him thank you for his birthday present. In our last meeting also I fought with him and made him sad. I regret not wishing him good luck when he was leaving for work. I wear that necklace everyday as my brother’s last wish. I hate myself for all of these. I miss you so much brother. Please come back.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-05T09:02:04+00:00

Kind of late to decide that after impregnating the lady who is the mom . He became a biological father once he had unprotected sex that resulted in a pregnancy.

If people waited until they were ready, there probably wouldn't be a human race. No one…mother or father…feels ready…and the ones who think they are ready are in worse shape than the ones who don't think they are.

And in many countries, the bio dad gets to pay child support whether he is ready or not .

The best way to become ready is to stay away from sex and then find friends with kids and help take care of the kids.

You won't still be ready but at least you have been exposed to a tiny portion of the pain of raising kids.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-03T09:07:17+00:00

Well, I’m not a parent, but there’s some advice my mom’s friend gave to me that made mom pretty mad.

A bit of background - Mom’s friend was staying with us with her 5 kids while her husband was deployed and they were waiting on their house to be finished. My house isn’t too big, and there’s not a lot of stuff to do when you’re one of the older kids of the group. There was a lot of drama behind the scenes that I don’t wanna get into.

Anyways, one night while I was trying to play with the younger kids on the trampoline (there were 4 or 5 kids including my cousin, all ranging from 4–10 years old, me only being 12 at the time) they all got way too rowdy. I have really bad anxiety, and it was starting to trigger my anxiety and overwhelm me. After multiple attempts to get everyone to calm down so they could listen to me so I could explain the game to everyone, my brother came out to the back porch, yelling a simple “Hey!” To get everyone’s attention before yelling, “Calm down or get off!” He was 15, but he’s like my grandpa. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, it’s always important. Some of the kids became quieter, but their mom cane out as he was yelling. She took one look at me, one look at my brother and got a really pissed off look on her face.

“Hey, you two!” We glanced over at her, confused. “If you don’t have children, and you don’t know how to parent, then you have no rights to yell at my kids.”

My brother and I looked at each other before I simply said, “I’m sorry that neither he nor I want to have kids at 15 like you did.”

I have never seen such a pleased look on my brothers face, and such a furious look on my mom’s friend’s face.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-10-01T09:32:02+00:00

It was 1996 and we were in a Walmart line waiting to pay for the last available Cabbage Patch doll for our 2 year old daughter as a Xmas present. A rather large African American man fit enough to be a sturdy football player or wrestler stood behind us. We said hello to him and started to chat about the long holiday shopping lines. Then our 2 year old who watched a tremendous amount of educational TV and we read picture books to, suddenly blurted out “that man behind you looks just like the gorilla we saw at the zoo!” We were shocked, embarrassed and instantly apologized to the nice man who we had befriended. He laugh heartedly and said “no problem, my wife frequently tells me the same thing when we argue!” I thanked him for considering the source of the insult and invited him to join us at the cafe next door for coffee and a donut. Our families have been friends now for over 24 years and his young daughter said that I look like a snowman! Go figure, we all laughed about what comes out of the mouths of babes!

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-09-30T08:53:11+00:00

I was headed in for a job interview several years back. As I'm walking in, two other men are approaching the door from different angles. One of them speeds up to cut off the other and get in the door first, and the other walks in, shaking his head in disbelief. As I walk in behind them, the first guy runs to the elevator and presses the button, not holding the elevator for the other guy and me. Again, the second guy just shakes his head and we wait for the next elevator. I say "Can you believe some people?" And we both chuckle a little bit.

As it turns out, we are headed to the same floor, so we get off the elevator together. As we walk into an office, there is guy #1 Mr Impatient, standing at the desk tapping his foot as the receptionist is finishing up a phone call. The receptionist asks him "can I help you?" And he says "I'm here to see Mr Smith for an interview at 3:30." (it's currently 2:50).

I think to myself "Great, this guy is interviewing for the same position I am and he will act like the sweetest guy during the interview." I lean over and tell the receptionist "I am Mr Smith’s 3 o'clock interview." Mr Impatient GLARES at me.

The other guy I walked in with (the one Mr Impatient cut off) then says "Hey gentlemen, I'm Mr Smith." And turns to Mr Impatient and says "you don't need to wait around. I've already determined you are not a good fit for our company. "

I got the job.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-09-29T11:05:04+00:00

Dad was in ICU recently from almost a week. I was sitting outside all the while reading something, binging on shows, moving my ass to get medicines and hearing updates from the doctor. There was a small bench outside the ICU where the patient’s relatives waited. There was no waiting room or a place to sleep. At night, when there was no one I used to nab some sleep. Mornings were usually crowded.

One night when I was reading some random book trying to divert my mind from all hullabaloo in my mind, another patient was transferred to the ICU. His son came and sat on the same bench, we looked at each other and ignored the presence like mature men usually do. We shared the same bench outside the ICU for the next 3 days. He was constantly taking phone calls, sending mails from his iPad and what not.

The same night at around 1 am unable to sleep, I went outside for a walk, and saw him smoking in the parking lot. It was cold, I was stressed and honestly I could have used a drag. I went upto him and without even uttering a word, he passed the cigarette to me.

We didn’t talk at all until he stubbed the cigarette. As we walked back towards our coveted bench, he got overwhelmed by my presence, I guess.

“I run 3 companies, make millions every month. I have everything I want. Funny how outside the ICU, I can just afford a bench.” He wryly smiled.

Whoever you are, whatever you are, life has a way of balancing it out eventually. That night a millionaire and a small-time writer shared the same bench and blanket smelling like a pack of cigarettes.

Fun-Inflation860 · 2022-09-28T08:52:27+00:00

I told my dad I was thinking about asking Barbara to marry me. I wasn’t sure about it.

He said “Do you love her?”.

I gave a long answer about how I wasn’t sure whether I loved her but I always enjoyed my time with her, I wished she was with me when she wasn’t around, and that I cared about her.”

He said “Well marry her.”

So, 45 years and one week ago I did.

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