For the smokers trying to be non-smokers. I went cold turkey on the nicotine but used lollipops to try and deal with the hand to mouth and associated movements that I seemed to crave more than the smoking itself.
If you're really bad, try for a low/non sugar version, because 100 of those a day will be rough on the teeth. You can also crunch them in the really frustrating moments.
Today was squat/deadlift day. I met a milestone I have been trying to reach for a month now. I'm exceptionally pleased it arrived right after Thanksgiving. Not quite at 100lb for stiff-legged deadlifts, but one day... one day.
But gosh darn
it, if there do exist some people who just can't handle the uniqueness
of your snowflake... - Mathonwy
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Today has been awesome. First the baby hedgepigs....amazingly adorable. Then a cashier struck up a lengthy conversation with me about comic books and Harry Potter. Then it started to snow, I love snow.
When I got home my husband had put out my slippers.
Lady at the pet store snuck me into the backroom to show me 1 day old hedgehogs. :x
Is that what they call it these days? Sheesh, I need to get with the times.
Not sure how I feel about those slippers... I feel like they should be stained in chicken blood. (from the chickens they used to finger-paint the chicken coop with)
During one of my rest cycles, my consciousness drifted to a alternate mutable thought-reality - I believe you humans call these phenomena 'dreams'. I was apparently thrust in the middle of a form of self-inflicted termination, where the accused was to inject oneself with a needle of fast-acting, yet painless toxin. I believe the scenario was that I was a high-value target and that attempts to abscond me from my would-be captors were doomed to failure. Upon injecting said toxin into my pseudopod, I felt a powerful lethargy overpower my senses. As perception of the world faded, I simply shut of my senses to let the finality set in.
However, just as it finally ended, a powerful flash of light invaded my senses, as I found myself in a room lined with red carpet-like designs. Glass doors, three in number, were affixed to separate walls, which allowed me to perceive the rooms that those led to. The first door, labeled 'Hell', contained a rather lively crimson dance hall. A sharply-dressed male with hair that was subtly styled to look like horns coming from his head was acting as a bartender while dancing humans were dancing to a beat that could be heard from the other side of the door. The second door, labeled, 'Purgatory', showed a rather calm looking blue room, with small tables where humans sat down to drink coffee and wine, while a stage and podium would occasionally play host to light music performances and poetry reading. The final door, labeled 'Heaven', simply led to an outdoors monorail station with an unknown destination. I selected that door for reasons I will state later.
Riding the half-empty monorail, I was able to appreciate the eldritch scenery outside. Waterfalls would segue into barren deserts into lush greenery into urban cityscapes into outer space back into waterfalls. Eventually, I found myself in front of a massive gaming hub, with eternal access to cutting-edge video games, gaming consoles and systems.
It was during this revelation that I realized one thing: I really, really, really don't like alcohol.
After three months of just a hole in the wall and using it as a glorified dish rack, I finally found time to install our brand new oven. Now I might be be able to bake again and have some variety in cooking. Need to think of a recipe to break it in. Lasagne might be too much in case something goes wrong. Pasties maybe?
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
After three months of just a hole in the wall and using it as a glorified dish rack, I finally found time to install our brand new oven. Now I might be be able to bake again and have some variety in cooking. Need to think of a recipe to break it in. Lasagne might be too much in case something goes wrong. Pasties maybe?
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
Just nerded out after having just watched the Dr Who: Day of the Doctor online (yay iView). That, and noticing all the eggs in there.
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
Today was a good reminder of why I do what I do. I had a scheduled program that I nearly canceled due to weather. I'm so glad I didn't. I only had one kid show up (despite full registration). This kid is into birds. He ran into the classroom with a smile and was excited about the items I had put out. He giggled, smiled, clapped his hands. He was thrilled throughout the class. We played bird games, made pine cone bird feeders, and went bird watching. I even let him play with the mealworms when we started talking about bird food. It really mattered to him.
What makes me even happier is that everything we do here is free to the public. Anyone that can get here can attend any of our free programs. I'm thankful that parents and other guardians care enough to bring their children.
@Jozlyn do you not get excited when adults come in half-drunk and want to only learn about different waterfowl? Cause if you get excited, I'm gonna get on a plane, liquored up, and amaze you with an obsession of mine that only shows when I'm good and cheap airline liquored up.
@Daslin that would be a grand time. We can talk all about waterfowl. Can't be any worse than the lady who showed up for one of my owl hikes, drunk as all get out and dressed in victorian clothing.
I picked up all the fixings today for ginger spice shortbread, triple chocolate chip cookies, dipped oreo pops, sugar cookie candy canes, and cocoa/chocolate cubes that (should) melt in hot milk to make hot chocolate.
My kitchen is going to be a glorious mess this next week as I pick and tweak my favourite recipes.
The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "I want you to know, the Garden reaction to that one is: What?" The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
While I no longer have a working laptop, I am succeeding in my new job and recently landed a consistent 40 hours a week there. New laptop soon! And maybe, just maybe, not an eMachine. Gasp!
Congrats @Jovolo! Good to hear you're doing well (especially in this time of year where most office type work dies in December). Also, eMachine no.
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
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Spinner of Truths, Fen Trismegistus, Noctuabundus 5 On Serpent
1 serpent present, of those 0 are dragons.
2742h, 2940m, 12610e, 13600w cexkdb-
Brb, taking over.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
My kitchen is going to be a glorious mess this next week as I pick and tweak my favourite recipes.
The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."