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Ick on the creepy crawlies, but glad the pain is better. Hopefully the rest will take the hint and exit the building as well.
Feel you on the shoulder thing.
Body: You need 8 hours of solid sleep!
Body: NO NOT LIKE THAT!!!
I think my free taco reward from Taco Bell expired before I could use it! Now to figure out what else I want for dinner.
Complaint: Internet Blues: My Internet connection, my new super fast fibre line, slowed to a crawl last night.
Getting access to Amazon and even DAZ was painfully slow. I was sure it was my equipment, but after a whole hour of testing with various devices (I'm out of practice
), I reluctantly came to the conclusion that the pipe was blocked farther down the line.
The thing is, my television was OK, except that a couple times it started buffering for about 10 seconds, so that was a clue I guess.
It's amazing how little of the fibre bandwidth that streaming 1080p TV actually takes.
Non-complaint: Internet's working fine this morning. Yay!
Complaint: It's Cold Out There: Yesterday morning was in the single digits (F) Brrrrrr.... By comparison, this morning is in the 20s(F) Snow is still there, unmelted since it fell before Thanksgiving. It's still untrampled, although it has compacted and sublimed, so it's not nice, even, fields of snow anymore, but more like lumpy frosting.
Non-complaint: Never did find my perfect White Elephant Gift to take to the party. So I have to find something else. The party is for about a dozen septuagenarian gay men, so what would be appropriate? Snicker, snicker, snicker.
Or more evilly, what would be more inappropriate?
I slept in a couple minutes too late. I missed my ride to work. Fortunately I called my friend who could help me get an uber. I still have my normal ride home despite missing my ride to work. I need to go to the bacK To get ready to clock in.
I totally forgot to check for the Christmas feebies at Daz until yesterday. I missed some. I didn't get yesterday's free option because it was a texture for an outfit I don't have and probably won't get.
That was so lovely. If Little Dude will accept it give him a hug and kiss on the head from me. Otherwise, just let him know he made me smile and feel really good.
SilverGirl, without knowing your finances, if you can find a Michaels or maybe a quilting store in your area, look for 100% cotton fabric or flannel in rainbow colors that are in the bins where they have leftovers (end pieces of bolts) or quarter yard pieces. Cut them into squares and triangles, and have a larger piece of white flannel to layout the pieces on for Little Dude. Wash all of it before you cut it of course. Or you could take coloring book characters and use them as a template to cut out their shapes for him to move around on the background fabric. Now depending on how much he took to this, you could use some fabric glue to 'pin' them in place, then sew them down if you have a sewing machine. A zigzag stich would be enough. Layer it with another soft fabric, before you stich and you made a quilt. Just need to add an edging. But I would plan on washing it by hand as if it was a inherited quilt from a grandmother.
Normally when I have made a quilt for a baby/child it is all machine sewn and quilted with the softest fabric I have. And I expect it to be thrown-up on and food spilled over it. And I tell the parents I don't want to hear it was turned into a decorator wall hanging.
My first quilt was great, until I washed it and the cotton batting went to all the corners. I had tied the quilt. But, it went to South Korea and onward with me and kept me and later my son warm. And I learned. Mostly by mistakes.
Mary
Little Dude is all about hugs and head smooches and quite liked the ones I bestowed on your behalf. <3
I love that quilting idea! Little Dude is huuuge on arranging things in patterns. (Most autistic kids are big on lines, which he does, but his are more often full on designs in all directions.) It would be cool to have one of his artworks permanent, and the sewing together end of things would be doable.... just a little tedious. (I've done historically accurate Reaissance corsets, so hopefully it won't be more of a rear-pain than that.) Thank you! There's a really cool fabric warehouse in the next suburb over, lots of affordable stuff even before it hits the discount remnant bins. Looks like I have a field trip to make!
Non-complaint: My dad very kindly came over to replace the light switch for our hall light, which had the slider break off a couple days ago (not on my bingo card for the day, but 40+ year old plastic gets brittle, so...) The kids had some awesome grandparent time: Teen Kiddo learned how to do the repair, and Little Dude had the pleasure of curling up on beloved feet while he worked. And when it was time for Dad to leave, Little Dude decided to help him down the steps, having apparently decided that since HE found it comforting to have someone hold his hand to help him through that transition, perhaps Grandpa would feel the same and also like an escort. And he was just the person to help!
My heart. He's not always great at reading emotions or making those abstract leaps, but once in a while...
Children, no matter how abled, make wonderful connections in small and great ways. You just had a lovely Christmas present today. From one generation to another to you.
I want to go home and find the bathroom. Hopefully no one moved it. It feels like a 2 hour trek to get home from work. It wasn't as about half an hour or so of the time was trying to wait for my ride to find me.
Mom teases me that I'm hard to shop for (in a loving way, as she knows she's even worse than I am).
This is why, though. Maybe it's cliche, but this is all I really want. My kids happy and thriving.
(Well, and for AM to make a set of cats like they did for the bunnies. And also a decent baby-character. And a fully functional holodeck. But other than that... yeah we see why I'm hard to shop for...)
ETA: oh my gosh, I just realized why I love this art form so much. It's the closest I can get to a holodeck.
Little Dude's Unconventional Day Brightener:
For anyone stressed today, Little Dude would like to suggest dumping an entire container of mixed dried beans over your head. They feel wonderful as they slide down over your hair, make a great noise as they hit the floor, and also you can then swoosh them around with your hands for even more fun (if you're clever enouh to do it over a smooth floor and not carpet). Also, when you're done, the vacuum will need to come out, which is just a whole extra level of awesome right there. And then they'll get dumped back in the bin, and you can put them over your head again.
(Full disclosure: Mama thinks this is pretty awesome too, because of all the things that could be all over the floor, beans are pretty easy to clean up. And they make him happy.)
I definitely want the holodeck. I would be in a stainless steel bra and panties with a giant sword.
And I didn't spill beans, but back when we had our robot vacuum, I watched it vacuum spilled dry cat food. It was quite a sonic event.
I'm assuming in a holodeck those wouldn't chafe or be cold as all get-out? :P
I'd probably be in my flannel pajamas with a giant sword LOL. But I hope your shiny, rustproof power armor helps you feel utterly fierce. :D
Party Report: Home safe from party. Freezing rain, making roads treacherous.
Seventeen in attendance. Harmless party games, White Elephant Gift exchange went well, I almost ended up with my own gift but one other guy also ended with his own, so we exchanged. And lots of "Food, glorious food" gay men can cook.
So out of curiosity, what did you get?
I have weird luck at those things... either I end up with the bizarrely quirky thing everyone is sort of aghast that I adore... or I get, like, scented candles, which give me migraines, and people think I'm crazy for not wanting. (Should add that all of these have been required events, usually for my work or the ex's, or one that was his friend group that was nobody I knew.) (and yes I gave the candles away. Heck no were those going in my car, let alone my house)