We have mice under our porch and under our deck during the winter. As long as they don’t come into the house I’m OK with them in both places…
We’ve had a bunny explosion in my neighborhood the last couple of years. There’s a mama bunny living in my neighbor’s garden. I suspect there’s also one under our deck stairs because our dogs tend to be verrrrrrrrry interested in snuffling around it when they go out to potty. The only evidence I’ve seen are bunny tracks going from the under the deck to the fence separating the front and back yards. The bunny tracks stop there. My younger dog is still trying to figure out how they get into the front yard when there’s no bunny hole and the gap between the fence and house seems too small for a bunny…
The universities here very rarely call off because of weather. As a matter of fact, I’ve worked here over 22 years and I can only recall one, maybe two, times they called off because of weather. When I went to college, I think they only called off once. And that was a different school than the one I currently work at.
When the cat we had growing up decided he didn’t like a food, my parents’ attitude was, “he’ll eat when he gets hungry enough.” It was dry food, so it just stayed in the dish, and he did, eventually, eat it.
I suggest a close reading of All My Patients are Under the Bed, by Louis Camutti (sp?). There’s a whole chapter in there about a woman whose (also Siamese) cat ate ONLY Japanese crab meat. This became a problem after Pearl Harbor was bombed.
Yeah… It’s due to the rural location. The main university is business as normal, but not our mini campus. Plus the fact that no-one is in any way prepared for snow here. The main road was shut half the night, and we literally got about 2 inches. Even at the other end of England, this wouldn’t have been an issue; my primary school stayed open with more.
It’s all gone and no more in the forecast at least, and it’s only one class to reschedule, plus a study group thing. Was all prepped and ready for it though.
Dog#1 (yorkie) went to the vet, no worms. I don’t know what the groomer thought she saw. UGH!, $60. nothing. I oughta charge the groomer.
Got new cat foods (yes, plural). We shall see how this goes. My life sucks lemons.
“Oh, well…Johnny is taking pre-AP level classes, you know. In middle school. In fact, he’s going to be bussed over to the high school to learn algebra! And how’s your son doing in school? Of course, Johnny is taking advanced science, too. What about overlyboy? Hmmmm? If he’s not in advanced math and science, it’s nothing to worry about, I’m sure.”
Seriously? We’re playing this game now? What the fuck kind of catty bullshit is this? Jesus Christ on a cracker, we’re talking about middle schoolers for fuck’s sake.
Yeah, I’d be proud as hell if my kids were in AP everything and advanced everything. Overlygirl is several years ahead of her peers and I think it’s fucking awesome. Overlyboy? He has to try really hard to get good grades in 6th and he works his ass off for A’s and B’s. And I’m proud as hell of him for putting in the work to get there. So please, go fuck yourself and your son’s pre-AP classes. Yeah, it’s awesome - I’m not begrudging you that. I’d be proud, too. But competitive parenting is a steaming pile of horseshit. So shut the fuck up about it. Thanks.
I spent two hours yesterday trying to convince a seventeen year old girl to not kill herself. She was raped by a family member not very long ago. When her father found out he kicked her out of the house and called her a lying whore. She came to me because I’m friends with her sister, and she she knew I used to be into heroin. She was looking for a lethal dose. I refused to hook her up, and tried my best convincing her to keep fighting and live.
They found her body this morning. She hung herself.
I keep replaying that conversation, wondering if I could have said something that would have changed the outcome. I haven’t craved H for a long time, but right now I want a hit more than anything else in the world. Instead, I’m just going to go drink until I puke, and then I’ll go drink some more.
console yourself with the likelihood that “Johnny” won’t know what to do for himself in college once he doesn’t have mommy and daddy planning out his daily schedule down to the minute. That’s a recipe for a total tailspin.
Boy I really hate that crap. My child is perfect in every respect, but I don’t go around rubbing your nose in it. I joke, I love her and whatever she does I have been and will be proud of her. But I know exactly what you’re talking about. It’s like these parents are keeping score how many sports can they do and keep 4.0 average. These are the kids that burn out in college. I want nothing but for my children to be happy and productive. Heck, kids put so much pressure on themselves, you add peer pressure and parental pressure, something is gonna blow.
Sounds like a good place DIY breakfast burritos. Some scrambled eggs. A little bacon or sausage. Diced bell peppers or onions if that’s your thing. Make em up and freeze a week’s worth. Unlike most breads, flour tortillas freeze and defrost really well.
I can’t think of what to say to you but feel somehow I want to say something; “sorry” seems pretty petty but I am truly sorry for your friend’s sister and for you. You feel like you failed but you really did do something and that is more than any of the others in her life did. Try not to get so drunk that you hurt yourself.
Yeah, I work for a financial institution, and got two very pushy CopterMommies today. It was a battle to get them to shut up long enough to get through the required authentication with the kiddos (one male, one female), let alone let kiddo participate in conversation about kiddo’s account.
Helicopter parenting does NOT do Baby any favors, since Baby will be completely unable to function as an adult human being out from under the rotors.
God, Crazy Canuck. That poor girl just had too much pain to bear. She wasn’t open to hearing what you had to say. Not your fault. You tried. I’m so sorry.