Just look at how different the story of the world could have been if the sons of Catherine of Aragon had been healthy. There is no record of what killed either of the three, partly because it was so normal to lose children.
The Vorlon, my house in the mountains is painted in bright colors, a strategy that’s very popular in that area as it “brings in the sun” in misty days; for this one, I plan on paler versions - still colors (and no, I don’t think “off white”, “eggshell” and “bone” count) but not rainbow-flag level. I’ve threatened Mom with painting Mondrians on the walls if she gives me anything “for the house” without consulting me first.
Took Littlest Miss to the pediatrician today (how can she be 3 already?!) and got two more shots - DTaP and Hib. Actually had a chance to talk to a new mom in the waiting room before the appointment, and play the Experienced, Informed Mom role, assuring her that vaccines are safe, and well-tested, and the very reason that we in the first world no longer have cemeteries half-full of tiny graves. Showed her pictures of my own kids - all happy and healthy and fully-vaccinated. Pointed out to her that her adorable little child is reasonably safe from life-threatening childhood illnesses like pertussis because my children, and the majority of their peers are vaccinated. The doctor thanked me for having that conversation, mother-to-mother. I enjoyed it.
And Littlest Miss was a trooper - two jabs, no tears. She did insist that two sticks meant that she got two stickers, but that was because she wanted one for herself and one for her sister. She was also very cute when she told the nurse “Widdle [little] pinch now, I not get sick later!” [/proud mommy]
Good job. Nursing a baby can also help make them feel better.
My girls get ice cream after shots.
I’m also fascinated by that as well. All that effort for a male heir and he got the female Elizabeth I – probably the greatest of all English monarchs. Ha.
The new theory that I’ve seen is that he may have had something called a Kell antigen:
Even by the standards of the day, the Tudors were just not good breeders. His father had eight kids but only three survived.
This guy is IMO the ultimate argument against inbreeding. Talk about a family tumbleweed!
When congenital syphilis is the first new genetic information in your family in four generations and all eight of your great-grandparents are descended from the same couple (who provide over 40% of your DNA, despite having lived over a century before your birth), you haven’t got a chance.
About the only good point here is that he didn’t reproduce (being too overall malformed to do so).
Ignorance fought! Thanks all. I’d guess the closest shoes I have to proper snow boots are my much loved Uggs. Wait, that’s not right. They are comfy and warm, but they get wet in the rain and don’t have thick cleats. OK, my riding boots. They have “aggressive” soles with thick cleats and they repel moisture. My feet have never gotten wet while riding in the rain. Oh, heck, they also have steel toes, I’ll bet those would get really cold in the snow.
Its a good thing that I won’t be living in an area that has snow, I’d probably freeze to death the first winter. (I know, never say never. I always thought that people who live in hurricane alley were totally nuts and I went crazy, quit my job, packed up my cats and moved there.)
(((**Lacunae Matata **))) I’m so sorry that upset you so much. I do wonder if he would have even noticed. The EBT cards here just look like bank cards, I certainly wouldn’t know what you were using.
If it matters what some internet stranger thinks…I’m happy that some of my tax dollars are going to feed people in need. I’m also happy that some of them go to supply medical care for people who need it. I’m glad that you are using the programs that are set up to help people, please don’t feel ashamed or humiliated because you have to do it.
Also, thanks to your advice when I was whining about my lack of cooking skills…I’m actually becoming a fairly competent cook. I can get the protein dish, the veggie dish and the carb dish to the table at the same time because I started making a list of what I needed to do and in what order.
Now to my rant. We need a bigger bed. Now that the dogs have gotten into the habit of sleeping with us, our bed is not big enough. They get on the bed and sprawl out when they see us getting ready to go to bed and manage to take up 3/4 of it. The cats take the rest. When we order everyone to vacate the bed, the dogs do with sad, hangdog eyes and the cats just ignore us. We relent and let the dogs back up and they jump between us and sprawl out again. We have to go to the guest room when we want to have happy fun time.
I needed that laugh, having to use the guest room!
The clinic manager just asked me to cover for a couple hours during their World Spay Day (which is Friday for some reason instead of the actual day, today). It’s not enough notice and I really don’t have time to take 4 hours out of my day to travel there and come back to finish my day here. I did it the last two years and they really didn’t need me - I suppose I was useful, but they really could have done without me, and I’m sure it’s the same this year. So I politely declined via email because I’m only effectively working 2 days this week with planned time off and I’m hoping it doesn’t bite me in the ass.
Sprouts - I get that you can’t just wave a magic wand and POOF your butcher isn’t blind anymore, but could you give him a proper knife anyway? I think he uses a broken beer bottle or the jagged edge of a soup can or something. Maybe change the label from “boneless skinless chicken breast” to “less skin less bone chicken lumps.”
Oh, no, I understood. I know people who did that, although the color is usually white since that’s cheaper. It seems to be step one of the boarded-up look: first, paint the glasses white. Second, board up. Third, brick up. I have no idea how is the first one supposed to deter squatters, or even if it’s supposed to deter them or to act as an advert “hey guys, I’m not using this house and family infighting keeps us from selling it, just move in!”
Maybe we could take them and the flimsi-ers and put them in a deathbowl match? I’ll bring the popcorn.
Queen-size bed: big enough for two.
King-size bed: big enough for three.
Stable-size bed: big enough for all those pets, plus the human(s) who feed them.
Most nights, I end up sharing a bed with Tony (not a little fellow,) a couple of pre-schoolers who invade when I’m just too sleepy to make them go back to their own room, a Jack Russell terrier, and a great Pyr. Oddly, the 3-year-old and the JRT seem to hog the most real estate, and I have no clue how that can be. I’m seriously considering adding a Murphy bed to the adjacent office, just so that I can finally get a decent night’s sleep!
There’s nothing like waking up at 4:30 AM and writhing in excruciating pain for the next few hours, because you’re out of painkiller pills and the stores don’t open for another few hours.
Though the stores did open eventually and I did get new pills plus coffee, so I feel better now.
Isn’t it amazing how much space a toddler and a 9 pound cat can take up in a king sized bed?:smack: Or how LOUD the thudding of little cat paws can be when they romp from one end of the house to the other at 3 AM.:smack:
Welp, time to change my username on another message board again. I joined a board a long time ago to fill in my downtime at work and a coworker asked about it so I told her. She ended up joining too. Which is fine. My problem is that she knew my username and would comment out loud over the Cubeville wall about things I’d posted. I don’t know about you guys but I’d rather be anonymous on message boards, thankyouverymuch. So I left that board for a while (and joined this one) but I recently started looking at the other board again. When I went back I changed my username (unfortunately you can’t simply delete your membership, once you sign up your profile is there for life) but I made the mistake of posting something uniquely personal and she obviously figured out it’s me. Now when I post something she’s usually one of the first to comment and when I comment in a thread it seems like she comments right after me. She’s a very kind and nice person but also very nosy. I find it unnerving.
I have a friend that I go out to dinner with, usually about once a week. There is one restaurant that she always prefers… let’s call it Joe’s Place. Now, Joe’s Place has a varied menu and really good food and I’m pretty easygoing when it comes to food, so no problem. My friend REALLY prefer’s Joe’s Place and often acts as if there is no other restaurant in the NYC area.
So a few weeks ago during a snowstorm she surprises me by suggesting an alternate restaurant - one that is much easier to get to during snowstorm. Smart move and I was more than happy to try someplace else. The place she picked was a high-end burger joint.
She spent the entire meal comparing everything to Joe’s Place and everything fell short. But she ordered no beverage other than water and a quinoa burger wrapped in greens instead of a bun, no toppings, no sides. Now I know there’s NO WAY she’s going to like this place better than Joe’s place but at least give it a chance. But the clincher is after the meal she was complaining that she was still hungry and was going to have to make a snack when she got home. I was like, of course you’re still freaking hungry you managed to select a meal that was easily under 300 calories at one of the most caloric restaurants in the neighborhood - if you don’t want to be hungry at least get a sandwich with a bun or something. And YOU picked the restaurant, if you didn’t want a burger we could’ve gone somewhere else.
Hah!! Thankfully we haven’t had to resort to that; after a brief fling with trying to taper off his meds (which ended about as well as could be expected), he’s been surprisingly compliant. Probably because he’s been drugged to the gills, but hey- any port in the storm. We’ll get him in to see a neurologist next week to see what the long-term plan is; I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it’s good news. I will definitely keep your suggestion in my back pocket, just in case.
Walking on snow? Annoying but not the worst thing.
Walking on the sheets of ice that happen because people walked on the snow, packed it down, it melted in the sun slightly and then froze in the 5F temperature last night all because you were too damn lazy? Pretty godamn dangerous.
My boss wants us all to go to a comedy show on a Friday night that will benefit our organization. I am like, Hell, no! I don’t even think it’s right that she asked us to give up our Friday nights. There is no obligation at all on our parts. And there is no chance of promotion in this job, so it’s not as though I’d be missing out on some great opportunity.
What annoys me is how fast everyone else is to agree to go. I’m sorry, that’s my Friday night, and you think I am going to give it up? If I was going to go to this comedy show, I’d go with my SO.
I don’t understand why she wants to socialize with us anyway. I don’t dislike my coworkers, but I already see them for 40 hours or more in a week. That’s more than enough!
Expect more of this. Anti-vaxxers are desperately on the defensive and will lash out more and more wildly and desperately. They only removed this image because of some backlash, not because they had second thoughts. They will pull images out that are much worse than this before the year is out, mark my words.
Good job. 