I recently acquired a Chromebook (a friend was given one as part of the training for a new job, but didn’t need it because she already had one, so she passed the new one on to me). So after setting it up, which included telling it that I did not ant to sync it to my phone or other computers, I decided to try to import the bookmarks from the Firefox I use on my other laptop. I looked up the procedure and tried to follow it, but nothing worked. I had a copy of the json file on my Google Drive, but for some reason when I opened the “import bookmarks” section it can’t access that part of my Google Drive.
I tried installing the Firefox app on the Chromebook, thinking that I could import the json file onto that, and then import the bookmarks from Firefox to Chrome, but I can’t get the Firfox app to import the json file either. Apparently the Firefox app doesn’t work the same way as the Firefox program on my PCs.
Until I can gett this straightened out, the Chromebook is essentially useless to me, except for playing one of my games (Midnight Castle).
I’m sick again. Currently not sleeping great because of anxiety for the future plus a cold that is making it difficult to breathe at night (I have asthma.)
Sr. Weasel and I had a bit of a tiff today because I’m so tired of taking care of a child while I’m sick and he had to work today, again. We never really get to take time off because we always have to make it up somehow in the future, and I hate that.
I’m worried about my upcoming meeting with the psychologist about our son. I’m sure it will be fine, but I can’t seem to stop thinking about it.
I told Sr. Weasel I’ve been sick so often my self-care scaffolding has just collapsed. When I was getting up early every morning to run and meditate and cooking dinner every night, I was happy. Right now I’m mostly laid up eating garbage food and I haven’t trained properly in at least two months. I get a day or two in during the brief periods I’m not sick but I can never seen to get any momentum before I’m knocked flat again.
The clocks changed, but our dogs didn’t. We were at a reggae concert at a brewery until the wee hours. Our oldest dog, Loki, woke me up just as the sun was thinking about coming up. I let her outside and she took off.
Our dogs wear Fi collars, so I pulled up the app and saw that she was about a mile away, in our neighbor’s peach orchard. I put shoes on and tracked her down. Fi collars are pretty cool.
We got home before anyone else was awake, so I continued the reggae vibe with a wake&bake.
So, mental health issues again plague me. I have been acting a bit out of character. The weekend before last, I was so overcome with anger and frustration that I put my fist through a wall. Then, during the week, I starting feeling just everything turned up to 11. It felt like I was coming out of my skin. Looking back on it, I can see how not normal it was. Now, I’m depressed. I see my psychiatrist today to discuss medication. I already messaged him about it. I just want to be done. Why am I like this.
Had bought her a nice gift, tickets to Phantom for last week. The good news is I called in advance of the show & they refunded my money, the bad news is that any type of replacement tickets are at least $150 (& that’s for crappy seats) more per ticket. After 35 years it’s closing next month; between all of the travel & affiliated costs from last week I don’t know that we’re gonna spring for it.
Someone sent me something; I didn’t get it. Amazon sent a picture of a box on a porch; mebbe I didn’t get it because the picture was of another house!
Could be. It’s not that unusual for packages delivered to my apartment complex to wind up at the wrong door. I have a quite distinctive doormat, which does help me identify whether the package is at my door or it’s time for a scavenger hunt.
That has happened to me multiple times. The frustrating thing is that it can be hard at times to get through to a real person at Amazon, and the automated thing is pretty dumb.
“Have you checked everywhere outside your home?”
You didn’t deliver it to my home, you moron. You sent me photographic proof that you didn’t.
“We may have told you that it was delivered prematurely, if it hasn’t arrived in a couple of days, contact us again.”
What, did you send me a random photo that had nothing to do with my package?!
Two minutes on the phone to a real person would clear this up. Yes, I know what my house looks like and that’s not it. I don’t recognize the house you sent me a photo of. I don’t have a demonic ninja clown gnome thing leering at people from the side of the door. If I ever saw anything like that in person I would remember, and probably have trouble sleeping. You clearly delivered to the wrong house, most likely the wrong neighborhood.
I realized earlier today that I have a real issue with people who say proverbial when they mean metaphorical. And it happens constantly.
I can’t remember what I was watching earlier, but I heard someone say “a drop in the proverbial bucket,” and my mind immediately went to “but that’s not a proverb.”
My wife, who has chosen to divorce me, just asked if I could have the two dogs, as well as the children this weekend.
Its fucking Tuesday. I booked my AirBnB weeks ago. Does AirBnB even handle dogs? And my kids are young, 7 and 5. They are energetic, and I hate being in someone else’s property with them because I fear (particularly in the case of my 5 yr old) they will break things.
So I usually take them out for entertainment, whatever catches my eye… water slides, ice skating, obstacle courses, trampoline parks, mainly so they have fun with me, but partly so they don’t danage the AirBnB
So I am asked to host two energetic children, and two energetic dogs* at the same time at a total stranger’s house with 4 days notice. My one dog is a cat killer, she has 7 to her name, so I am loath to take her anywhere unknown in case I have to walk around the neighborhood asking “do you own a ginger cat about ‘this’ size?”
So on the one hand, the dogs will be bored when I am out (even if the AirBnB allows them to be there), and on the other, my dog is a murderer who should not be allowed out, and the local cats do not know this yet.
* a Weimeraner cross German Short Haired Pointer, and a GSP cross … a dog of extremely mixed origin. She is the cat killer.
Why not just reschedule the AirBnB and spend the weekend at home instead? Seems simple enough. Any opportunity for non-custodial dad to spend extra time with his kids is a bonus. Your cat killing dog worries me though.
I rent a flat, which is not suitable for dogs (property is unfenced, neighbours own cats) and it is 3 hours away from where the mother and kids live, so AirBnB is my only real option at this stage.
My wife and I do actually own a wonderful house which we are selling at a considerable loss, but the funds from that will be enough for me to move closer.
Any clue where I can get one, I mean other than Amazon, because they would probably deliver it to your house instead of mine ::I wish we had the old D’Oh! / headslap emoticon on Discourse::
Someone has decided to make sink strainer soup at work. There’s coffee grounds and rice and who knows what in the strainer. I suspect eventually we will get a passive-aggressive email from the office manager about this.