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At one point during my stint in corporate h-e-double-hockey-sticks, my cube was set up so that I had to have my back to the main aisle in/out of the department's cube group, and oddly, I don't think anyone ever got the drop on me. Which is funny because it was pretty obvous, given the really toxic structure of that department, that they'd chosen that placement when they rearranged everything to ensure that they could be able to catch me slacking off. Every other cube was arranged so its occupant got privacy, and there were other options they could have chosen that I could have it, too, but I guess the fact that I spent more time on my actual work than socializing meant there must be something shady going on.
Pretty sure if I'd had a mirror, they would've just gotten more up my butt, but maybe an egg I could have passed off as decorative...
... up with a barfy young'un. Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome is every bit as fun as it sounds. Yesterday was extra stressful for him, and stress is a trigger, so today we pay the piper.
At least he's mostly good at using the bucket, if I get to it fast enough. And it's not an actual illness with all the other misery (and contageon) that goes with it.
But still... poor little dude.
So sorry, hope the little one will be feeling better today! And maybe you two will have a chance to catch up on some sleep during the day, seeing that it's sunday?
Ah, I feel for you and the little dude. Let him know that there is love for him from a grandmother in Denver. I think about you all at times.
It is not easy. Charlie, my Ginger is over his latest run of barf runs. He and his little brother are settled on my bed with their stuffed mice.
Thanks for the sympathy, and for keeping us in your thoughts. <3 He finally got some solid sleep (me not so much, on a hair trigger to grab the bucket if needed) and woke up and chugged a whole cup of water. It stayed where he put it, and yesterday it wouldn't have, so I think we're past the worst for this round.
We'll see what it does to his sleep schedule... he napped a lot yesterday in between rounds. If he sleeps, I will too, but if not, there's coffee.
@memcneil70 - hope Charlie has better luck with food today, too. Kitty barfs are not fun, either.
As a parent I was 'lucky'? Generally when my son was sick, so was I. Actually sicker than he was. It was not fun. But before him I was a dorm chief for over 175 women, and when one got sick enough to lose it in the public area of the dorm, I got one of our medics to take her to her room while I got the joy of cleaning up the mess. Not sure if having my own room to myself was worth that. Or having to ride herd on all of them during tornadoes, deal with angry boyfriends, break up fights, and try to keep everyone out of the commander's office. But it did give me training for him when he was a teen.
My eldest didn't get a lot of stomach bugs, at least compared to what I remember having as a kid (although likely homeschooling had something to do with that). The ones they got were always at 2 AM, and... shall we say... memorable. My ex- was worse than useless by choice, so it was always just me handling it. By comparison, I'm blessed now, because elder child is merciful and the best First Mate any captain could ask for to help keep the ship afloat. So I now have someone who offers to bring me coffee when I'm pinned, or sit with their brother while I deal with the bucket, or move the laundry from the wash to the dryer and up for me (I handle getting it in the washer, that hot mess is way too big of an ask for a sibling).
...creating the hair for the lead character Merida from Brave was a unique challenge for Pixar as well due to the "messy" rather than groomed nature of the character's hair. It took nearly three years of research just to develop the dynamics of that long curly hair of hers wuirng which Pixar had to create entirely new software and even hardware just to animate the hair.
Below is a link to an article from FXGuide on the making of that hair.
The scene in the last video where she pulls back her hood took two months alone to create.
https://www.fxguide.com/fxfeatured/brave-new-hair/
And Sully's fur in Monsters Inc. laid a lot of the groundwork that made Brave possible.
Great thing about an octopus: no hair. =P
...up with Little Dude again. After the massive chugging of water, he slept another six hours (yay!!) and then his stomach decided to be peeved off that it hadn't had food the day before, so back to the barfing (not yay!!), which makes his ARFID worse, which means actually getting food into him to solve the problem is nearly an exercise in futility.
I swear sometimes navigating his autism parfait is like one of those cartoons where the guy's in a leaky boat, and every hole he patches, another one (or more) pop up and start spraying water into the bottom.
Finally got some peanut butter in him, of all things, and got him another bath to clean him up from the previous food attempts, and now he's damp and sprawled sleeping across my legs... which have begun to lose circulation, and I have to pee, but no way on earth am I moving.
Thank you for posting that link. I found it educational and fascinating, especially when you put it into our historical events of the time. I have to track down and buy the DVD now.
IIRC they had to do a whole lot of research and come up with some new tools to get the tapestry to work right, too... I think that was covered in the bonus features on the disc?
Overall, Brave is a good one, and not just because Merida is spunky and has no desire to get married off. (And okay yeah I've done a lot of Scottish reenactments over the years, so I'm probably biased. But still.)
When you're done with it, look up the fan theory connecting Monsters Inc. and Brave. I'm not sure I buy it or not, but it's entertaining, anyway.
When I was 50 years younger and a fifteen-year-old newlywed, I was so proud to make homemade milkshakes. I started with an emptied jam jar. The trick was to leave a little jam around the sides and bottom, add milk, and shake shake shake!
There might have been a shotgun involved.
Yes to both of you. And it was indeed a story in itself. I called that memoir Stalked. He was 19 and about to teach high-school students older than me, in a far away barren, semi-remote part of Nfld, where the maternity wards were filled with dying miners (asbestos). I knew how to cook a can of soup and I knew how to feed a baby doll thanks to grade 8 home-ec class . . . resulting in divorce #1. That said that was a 7 year marraige whereas multiple others lasted 6 months, 1.75 years etc the list goes on and on and on and on and on . . .
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Edit: I am sitting here smelling like a can of raid (mosquito hater). I have finished my caddy shack 5 level interio condo (former dining room) for the cats and am building two lower level outdoor catios outside the dingimg room and kitchen winddows, joined by a maze to an upper 2nd story catio. Had to hire someone to build the 2nd story level and after 2 weeks he is still scratching his head thinking about the measurements. I toss and turn at night thinking about (regretting) the large downpayment I gave him two weeks ago and so far all I have on level two is masking tape flapping in the wind.
Oh wow, WOW, what a life you've had! Just reading the blurb was already flabbergasting. I'm downloading the book with KU atm.
I've only been married twice and am still happily being so with the second lovely person, but my first marriage basically shattered the moment we started to try to actually live together, and in the end lasted exactly the amount of time needed for the peremptory so-called separation year. Yes, that's right, in Germany you can't just get divorced whenever you feel like it, oh no no no. The state makes you sit on the naughty stairs for a whole YEAR and THINK about what you did wrong there, and if you couldn't possibly make it work regardless. That's what states are for after all. Right?
Anyways, just putting this up here kind of in support of you and generally of people with not-so-well-thought-through-and-quickly-divorced marriages.
Wow. That is horrific, and not just in an infringing on autonomy way.
My divorce took 8 months from the time I served papers to when the final stamp was on the paperwork, and most of that was because my ex- was dragging things out in retaliation. (Also, according to my lawyer, that particular judge was a lot slower to get things handled than the other ones... lucky me.) I was lucky that the kids and cats and I had a safe place to be living with my parents in the meantime. I can't imagine being in an abuse situation, finally have the ability to get out (because often it is not a simple thing) and then having the government be like "No, really, think this through... maybe being in danger is truly the best thing for you/your kids..."
As it was, I would've filed a lot sooner, but I wanted to make sure I had enough evidence to completely ensure there was no way he could get joint custody. Living in the same house was awful, but at least I could physically put myself between him and the kid(s). And he would've been so much worse if he'd known we were leaving.
Now that takes the cake hands-down! I love the term naught stairs. First time I heard it. I too found the right one eventually. It really is worth it to not settle for a wrong or unbearable choice, even though getting out of such things can be temporarily devasting and quite painful. I was convinced I was not marraige material when I met my soulmate in 2001. We got married in 2004.
Most of my exs and I remained respectful and friends after the marriage ended but there was one that made me walk away from everything and choose between two sons. That marriage lasted 8 months but took me over 8 years to get divorced. The ugliest relationship I ever had and the divorce (or attempt to get divorced I served him) was according to my lawyer the worst he'd ever seen. My lawyer said, "Go back. Just pretend you like him then get a restraining order on him. I couldn't. I told my lawyer I'd rather eat vomit. Initially my biggest mistake(aged 35) lived at home with his mother ("because she was a widow"). How sweet right? He called her by first name (never Mom) and was not very kind to her. At times he seemed belittling . . . first red flag ignored. People who knew me warned me not to marry him. More red flags everywhere, all ignored. I had a TV show, a business and owned two houses (one rented out). I also was suffering from a fresh severe-concussion and was a non-thinking idiot. When he went for half of my business I put a closed sign on the door, and threw everything, fresh plants-trees-flowers, silk displays, glass shelves, everything but the built in counter, into a huge semi-truck moving trailer (quite the mess) and told my lawyer he could have the shop. Main listens learned? never drink while taking a prescription, and pay more attention to how a person interacts with parents before getting married. Anyway today is my birthday. I am sixty-nine. YIKES!
@ArtAngel Happy birthday!!
...and there's a perverse satisfaction in impressing the professionals, isn't there? Like... ha! Yes! It really is/was that bad, I wasn't just overreacting! Especially when the culprit has put a lot of time and effort into trying to convince you that you are.
I think what blew my mind most was the people who lined up to defend mine. Seriously, using the common sense and critical thinking skills granted to a cashew puts holes in his stories big enough to drive a train through... but sure. He's all yours. Have fun with that. (Within nine months of the paperwork going through he had lost his job, lost his apartment, and moved into live-in rehab because he'd run out of couches to crash on, so one may presume that they got their eyes opened.)
I lucked out and got the right one the first time. We'll be married 50 years at the end of this month.
Congrats! Doing anything special for the milestone?
Always really nice to hear. I accidentally proposed 3 weeks after meeting the boss. We married after 8 months and 34 years later, couldn't be happier. Regards, Richard.
It was fast like that for us, too. We met near the end of January. He moved into my apartment with me in February. We got engaged in April. We bought and moved into a house in May. We married in August.
my parents barely knew each other, Mum had to transfer to teach in a country school because she was single (Australia 1950) Dad suggested they get married, 2wks later they were.
I was born 12 years later, they were married 22 years when Dad died
@ArtAngel, happy belated birthday from here, too!
@richardandtracy, @barbult, this is just amazing, congrats you guys! These are relationships one truly builds one's whole life on, right?
I can sort of chime in, my dear little one has before been my BFF, soulmate and life companion since we were both very small, I should think I was around 7 or 8. Am 50 this year, so ... Quite some time. Just took us an awfully long while, much trial and error und owning a literal house together to figure out that we were really REALLY meant to be together.
Edit: Also, yes, sleepless again for the better part of last night, but of my own fault really. I was so annoyed with having had to spend almost all of last week arranging appointments, doctor talk and researching around my illness that I was in sore need of some fun time, and so started playing some good old Sims 3 in the evening. Lasted till 3 am in the end, and my eyelids are like sandpaper now ... But man, was it fun. SO worth it