This could have been written by me/for me. If you ever wanted to know what its like in my brain and body, well here ya go. And then add in the other stupid autoimmune failures i have for funzies.
I find it ridiculous that I can't upload a private video to YouTube because a children's toy is making noise in the background: apparently that sound is copyrighted.
I know there are bigger problems in the world, but this is pretty dumb.
These bamboo shrimp just delight me. They finally found the water outflow i set up for them so they can sit there and catch food as it's blown directly into their little web-hands.
I have been playing with AI because i want to understand this thing i have such strong negative opinions about. Im finding myself pretty floored. It just called itself
"A very chatty autocomplete with delusions of philosophy"
That about sums it up.
I have cute aggression toward poppy sometimes. I just wanna eat her up!
AI is an utter embarrassment.
As far as I know the orange idiot has not yet insisted we rename "Mars" as "Charcoal". Then again, I have not read the news yet today so i suppose its always plausible.
I expect some befuddled teachers getting confusing assignments back from the google kids..
In other news, i have once again butchered poppy's haircut.
Poor doofy looking dog- her haircuts keep getting worse and worse. I thought practice was supposed to = progress. Apparently not in my case.
(It would look better if she didn't jerk her head around madly while I have the trimmers out)
I have yet another cold, and my to-do list gets ever longer.
I do not have time to have no energy, razor-blade throat, and a wicked sinus headache.
Ahh, the joy of the holidays when one has small children.
Poppy's nose is turning brown. I suppose this makes her an official brown-noser? (Also don't mind her stylish beep caller- it makes a noise when she forgets herself and barks so I don't have to be right by her to remind her constantly. )
Josh Johnson is a national treasure.
I found poppy's chewy hiding spot in the clean laundry. She is mad at me for uncovering it. I am a disappointment.
I'm having a hard time keeping "toddlers are little scientists and button pushing means they are growing" in my head so i can keep calm and carry on. The phrase keeps getting replaced with "toddlers are clearly terrorists intending to destroy my sanity".
I'm doing math homework with my child and we are laughing. I can't even imagine laughing while working on difficult math as a kid. Dyscalculia aside, I wonder what my relationship with math would be like if I had been able to laugh about it when I was 11 instead of the copious tears.
Why, BB, why...
Strangely enough I'm not super excited about carrying you home now that you sat in a puddle and are cold and wet.
I am an old fogey and forgot reverse image search exists. The amazing artist is macdaddyillustration.bigcartel.com
Poppy has gotten infinitely better over the last year- but still ain't good. We literally have the "i need space" leash flag...
I apologize for not including the artist- I did not find attributes for it.
Reasons my toddler is crying:
Bb wants to be naked, but also have his shirt on because he is cold. But not put the shirt on because NAAAAAAAAKEEDDDD!
being 2 is hard work.
Bb is a big fan of the "tomato" that shows up when you let the water out of the bath tub. Someday I might mention that it's a "tornado", but today is not that day. (Also, gross- my tub drain really needs to be cleaned)
The ludicrousness of my mothers main threat when i was a child just now hit me.
"If you tell anyone they will take you away and put you in foster care where x, y, and z will happen to you which will be much worse"
I had a 2nd parent I would have been sent to live with if the abuse got out.
Oh.
Breakfast of champions (by which I mean "toddlers") :
Pretzels and yogurt, eaten in a box "car" with a puppy co-pilot.
Todays parenting observation with BB:
"To many words, not enough context"
Learning how to speak in sentences is hard.
This…. 👇🏼
#bluesky
I amused myself with this explanation of living in my body.
"Like driving a 1973 Pinto: coolant leak, oil leak, leaky radiator, 3 worn tires and a slightly misaligned chassis. It *can* be driven, just always plan ahead for top ups and be prepared to call for roadside assistance."
"a grand and hilarious gesture that goes unexpectedly awry" is kinda Nish's <that comedian's) entire accidental brand at this point. Love the baby-head beach ball support from our friends across the water.
Serious brain rot.
Powerful
"biological relation" or not, if you support this horrible government, please lose my contact info.
I can see no use in cultivating a relationship with those who are so willing to overlook so many atrocities.
I don't want to be a part of your fantasy world, and I don't want you in my reality.
