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After filling a bucket with water, I managed to carry the world's heaviest bucket downstairs. Then I sat and waited patiently for... hours.... years... who knows? Eventually I made a phone call and asked why the sump pump man had not arrived. They told me they had no record of there being an appointment. So I carried the world's heaviest bucket of water back upstairs and poured it out. There goes my excitement for the day.
Had this been Jack and Jill, I would have tumbled down the hill with a giant bucket of water tumbling after me. And there would have been either a wall or a cliff at the bottom.
At least I'm on a proper computer and I don't have to do <p>my own HTML</p>.
I'm so sorry. I've had that sort of thing happen a time or three, and it always makes one wonder what the blazes happened. Hopefully next time will be more fruitful for you.
At least you have a bucket. When I was young, we had to carry water in our cupped hands, no matter how many trips it took - and we liked it. People today have gotten soft.
Now get off my lawn!
You had actual water? Actual real premixed water! We just had raw Hydrogen and Oxygen and had to make our own.
I'm thinking of having Tyson Dino nuggets with lightly sautéed green beans for lunch. Apparently those nuggets taste just like chicken.
I went to the dentist today. They want me to brush and floss more often. Other than that, I have no cavities. For some reason, I never had any cavities. Never!
I wonder if I have a skillet that is not in the dishwasher that is full of dirty dishes. I'm almost home so I can check.
There was something else I need to put on my budget. What?
edit- Back home. I turned on my tv and was wondering why my Xumo box was not booting on the tv. Then I looked at the front hdmi port of the tv. Nothing was plugged into it. I plugged my Xumo Box´s hdmi cable into the tv and now it works.
Tech came out to upgrade the water meter box that sends the data to the city. Not sure why they had to replace the ones that were installed 10 years ago, but it's a citywide thing. 8 AM appointment, and the tech was 15 minutes late, but if that's the worst that happens today, I'm good. Little Dude didn't get to sleep until 3 AM, which was for the best... Teen Kiddo graciously took my spot in the bed (with their NES Switch for entertainment) to be a warm body so he wouldn't realize I was gone, and he slept right through it. Appointment only took an hour, but now I can't get back to sleep. Looks like it's a bold brew coffee day.
Cool thing: ahead of the appointment I got an email from the service company with the name and a photo of my incoming tech. I think this should be sandard practice.
...happy Cat-on a hot tin roof-urday.
Supposed to reach 103° here today after 100° yesterday.
Speaking of cats: While preparing lunch today and looking out the kitchen window, I noticed a feral yellow cat across the neighbor's lawn, walking down the hill, next to the ditch. I've noticed it over there for years. It lives somewhere in that area, in or around the ditch. There's a lady who walks to work at the town's grocery store who passes by that area around noon every day. She feeds the cat and it expects her, and waits in the bushes for her. I've seen that cat pregnant sometimes, and sometimes with a couple of kittens, almost every year. I don't know what happens to the kittens but eventually, the momma cat is alone again.
About eight or so years ago, an adult yellow cat used to come to my little porch, and I'd go out and sit with it on the steps. When winter came I thought about adopting it and letting it in the house, but that quickly became impossible because I, who love cats and have had many, seemed to be quite alergic to this one.
So after just a few hours, out it went again. I prepared a comfortable, electrically heated area under the porch, sheltered from the wind & big critters, but it never used it. I had always assumed that it was the yellow cat that my apartment-neighbors had, but had left behind when they moved away before winter.
Regardless, I continued to see a yellow cat haunting this area, and it apparently was more comfortable on its own. Skip forward 8 years and now the cat, once brisk, and healthy looking is now obviously old and tired. Life moves on. I've tried to go out and meet the cat again, but it will have nothing to do with me. But as I watched, the lady heading to work came by and the cat popped out of the bushes, ran between her legs and called for its daily meal.
Last night or maybe this morning, I had a dream that Thor found me and wanted to spend time with me. I was wondering if he was really Thor or what? Later in the dream, it turned out it was a homeless guy pretending to be Thor. Maybe to use the shower? 0_o
Oh, Richard, why am I still awake? It is past my bed time. Maybe I should get off the computer to go to bed?
non-complaint: Little Dude has a new word!!! "Leak"!!!
complaint: His new word was a bit of an understatement, given the situation that spawned it.
Human, I guess?
He's annoyingly between sizes for diapers, which means that when I put him in the smaller ones because they seal better, he can also exceed the thing's capacity in short order if he's had a lot to drink. Normally he brings his desire for a fresh one to my attention when it starts getting soggy, but this time, for some reason, he tore a hole in the front of the thing and excavated the stuffing all over. And the stuffing of a diaper is these tiny absorbant micro-pellets that clump, but also don't hang well together when you try to pick them up with a paper towel. And can cover an impressive amount of area.
Points for creativity, though! Hadn't checked off that particular mess on my bingo card yet!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soylent_Green
Also: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logan's_Run_(TV_series) , although Soylent Green is more environmentally conscious as it involves recycling, I guess
Oh help, can't have been nice. Worst I had was youngest daughter who evacuated what seemed like 3 babies worth of poo which filled the nappy, and escaped all up her back and into her hair. Fortunately that stopped after not too long. I really don't envy you, but I do sympathise. Regards, Richard.
Oh yeah, the sleeper-fillers were always an adventure. At least with those, though, you can just put the entire child in the tub and hose them off. Teen Kiddo never did the New Food Diaper thing, so it took me by surprise when Little Dude showed no such mercy. I was visiting friends when I discovered that while he had decided that peaches were good... perhaps fewer peaches to start would've been better.
This... well, not fun, but it wasn't raw egg, so it could've been worse. I got what I could with paper towels and took after the rest with the portable steam cleaner. Seriously one of the best investments I've made. And at this point I figure if it makes a good parenting war story later, it's all square in the end.
That which doesn't kill us makes good stories someday.
Oh, Richard, I slept well last night. Sorry for double posting yesterday. I think I need to be more careful about that.
Or for parents to remember and keep quiet about because the internet remembers. At least no one revealed names. But I feel for kids whose parents post their images all over doing stuff everyone did or did the equivalent of when they were small. When I left my working life, we had one person on staff who took delight in researching folks on the internet. Especially new hires. And he wasn't in HR.
Where is the famous Richard I am talking about?
Two complaints on the way.
One is that my housemate threatened to cuss me out some time ago. But I have yet to be cussed out (which is not the complaint). The complaint is why have I not learned that she makes empty threats. I don`t want to be cussed out, but it is better than someone threatening me and never cussing me out. The other day, she threaten to tell our landlady something I assumed was that I didn´t pick up a mess. After talking with the landlady, I figured out that my housemate can´t hurt me.
Another complaint is that why do people assume I said something I didn´t say. If I said that Oscar thinks he is a cat, I did not mention what he is. I just am saying he acts just like a cat so it seems he thinks he is a cat. (His vet identifies him as an angry cat who hates her (his vet). I am pretty sure it isn´t anything personal. He just doen´t like vets. Especially after my mum took him to a vet to get neutered. Apparently the vet didn´t notice the clipped left ear until the damage was done to Oscar. That is creating a fear of vets.
Also a bonus complaint. Why am I confusing letters on the keyboard? I type _ instead of ? and things like that
Oh there's absolutely a reason I keep my kids' names off the internet, and don't post private pictures. Well, several reasons. But that's one.
I think it is more that I am not using the keyboard layout that the keyboard was made in mind. The keys are not labeled correctly due to the use of a different keyboard layout or remapping.
I don’t like how the internet lets people crowdsource information about people.
I mean I can have a fake name, fake picture, and fake everything not only on social networks but also in my phone. But I remember Facebook telling me a lady had marked me as one of her co-workers. Apparently if you told them your workplace, it would invite you to tag everybody else who worked there with you. Then Facebook asked me to confirm that I really worked at that place. That is insane even if your employer isn’t an agency that will “burn” you if your identity gets compromised.
And even though I did not put my picture or real name in my phone, basically everybody who has my number has added me to their contacts with my real name, a real picture of me, my birthday, address, and whatever else they could come up with. Without me doing anything, Google and Apple both know all my contact information and have twelve pictures of me.
I don’t fancy the thought of putting pictures of babies on the internet. All babies look the same to me. This is regardless of race or ethnicity. I really think somebody could just keep reposting the same picture of the same baby every time somebody has a new baby and we could just say that’s the baby. If I have to pick up my own baby from some place, somebody had better come with me.
I am fine.
I am so annoyed at Microsoft. I spent the last week earning enough reward points to be able to enroll in their stupid Extended Security Updates program, because I CANNOT afford to buy a whole new computer right now. But no. Oh no, no. According to Microsoft's PC Health Check "app" I can't. And not because my computer doesnt have the stupid tpm module, but because my CPU is an i7.
I have a laptop. I can't upgrade the CPU on a laptop. I freaking HATE the chokehold Microsoft has on the PC industry.
Heh... at some point within the first week of having Little Dude home, his elder sibling (at that point, 6.5 years old) came over to ask me something while I was holding him. And I was so, so sleep deprived and exhausted that briefly I had the weirdest Twilight Zone feeling because I was pretty sure I was holding them as a baby, and yet talking to them as a kid.
It's a good thing we stayed with my parents those first couple weeks, because there needed to be some adults around who had their poo together, and clearly that was not me at that point.
The Rockies have been eliminated from the postseason, and it's not even September.
When I was young (3? 4?) I decided I wanted to make soup for my family for dinner. Mom took me to the store, and I picked out all my favorite things to go in it. The only thing I remember picking was those wafer cookies with the frosting in the middle -- the kind that come in a variety pack of strawberry/vanilla/chocolate -- but I assume the rest was just as illogical. I put it all in a big pot of water (supervised, of course), and I remember when Dad came home from work, Mom informed him that I'd made dinner for us. She handed him a bowl, and I was so excited. He dutifully took a bite.
"Best soup you've ever had, isn't it?" I remember Mom saying.
"Absolutely." Dad replied.
I didn't eat any. I'd made it for them, after all. But it must've been so, so vile.
One of these days I'm going to have to ask her how she managed to discretely dispose of it, as I have no memory of anything beyond how proud I was that they'd liked my soup.
I am happy to report that my cooking has gotten better since then.... even if as a teen I did have a minor repeat when I'd decided to surprise them all with seafood chowder and didn't realize that when the recipe said "1 cup bullion" it meant prepared, not granules. (We did not, for the record, eat that food and like it. We all decided it was beyond saving and ordered pizza, I learned an important fact about meal prep, and Mom learned not to assume that instructions on her recipe cards were obvious just because they were obvious to her.)