A place for those tiny day to day fumbles and small regrets you may have.
Here's mine:
My old kettle died –it was the filament and sadly untreatable.
So off I ventured to the shops in search of something new and exciting to boil water in.
I spotted many modern kettle designs, tall ones, fat ones, sloped ones and even novelty ones like cows and pigs –with toasters and sandwich makers to match them!
Some with see-thru glass fish-bowls and others with silver chrome effects and neon boiling lights!
I spent a good two hours hunting for my new love and was about to ‘just get any old thing that matched the kitchen colour scheme’ when suddenly I fell in love… There it was – a retro black and chrome hob kettle with a stumpy little spout and skinny little handle and a big shiny whistle! It was perfect; it wasn’t just any old kettle but a feature -a talking point! ‘How quaint, I didn’t think you could get those anymore!’ said my auntie. ‘Old school!’ said the SO. My how the cats freaked out when they heard its whistle for the first time. Good times.
But it’s started to annoy me.
The whistle is very loud and if you want to make a cup of tea in the early morning or late at night you have to rush to the kitchen to stop the thing from making its screechy racket and waking people up! I tried leaving the whistle off but then on a couple of occasions’ I've forgotten the thing was boiling away on the stove and it's nearly boiled dry and burnt the house down! I think I might go looking for another ‘boring’ old electric kettle but feel guilty about benching my new kitsch 70's beloved boiling baby.
I regret buying it. :(
A place for those tiny day to day fumbles and small regrets you may have.
Here's mine:
My old kettle died –it was the filament and sadly untreatable.
So off I ventured to the shops in search of something new and exciting to boil water in.
I spotted many modern kettle designs, tall ones, fat ones, sloped ones and even novelty ones like cows and pigs –with toasters and sandwich makers to match them!
Some with see-thru glass fish-bowls and others with silver chrome effects and neon boiling lights!I spent a good two hours hunting for my new love and was about to ‘just get any old thing that matched the kitchen colour scheme’ when suddenly I fell in love… There it was – a retro black and chrome hob kettle with a stumpy little spout and skinny little handle and a big shiny whistle! It was perfect; it wasn’t just any old kettle but a feature -a talking point! ‘How quaint, I didn’t think you could get those anymore!’ said my auntie. ‘Old school!’ said the SO. My how the cats freaked out when they heard its whistle for the first time. Good times.
But it’s started to annoy me.
The whistle is very loud and if you want to make a cup of tea in the early morning or late at night you have to rush to the kitchen to stop the thing from making its screechy racket and waking people up! I tried leaving the whistle off but then on a couple of occasions’ I've forgotten the thing was boiling away on the stove and it's nearly boiled dry and burnt the house down! I think I might go looking for another ‘boring’ old electric kettle but feel guilty about benching my new kitsch 70's beloved boiling baby.
I regret buying it. :(
Wow. That was the most English thing I have ever heard in my life.
I regeted that at work I sealed 120 envelopes with the wrong materials in it. Now I have to go back open them all up, get the materials out, reprint labels, relable letters, restuff the envelopes, and then reseal them all. I would make my assistance do it, but I screwed it up trying to help so I'm just going to suck it up and re do them myself.
Fizz
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Wow. That was the most English thing I have ever heard in my life.
That is the best response to the most English thing that I have ever heard in my life.
I regeted that at work I sealed 120 envelopes with the wrong martial in it. Now I have to go back open them all up, get the martials out, reprint labels, relable letters, restuff the envelopes, and then reseal them all. I would make my assistance do it, but I screwed it up trying to help so I'm just going to suck it up and re do them myself.
Fizz! That's why you've got an assistant. It's like the old economicic adage goes, the boss may type faster than his secretary, but the competitive advantage of the boss doing boss-type stuff dictates that his time should be spent doing that rather than typing.
Also, did you mean materials, or is this some whacky criminal law type thing?
Wow. That was the most English thing I have ever heard in my life.That is the best response to the most English thing that I have ever heard in my life.
I regeted that at work I sealed 120 envelopes with the wrong martial in it. Now I have to go back open them all up, get the martials out, reprint labels, relable letters, restuff the envelopes, and then reseal them all. I would make my assistance do it, but I screwed it up trying to help so I'm just going to suck it up and re do them myself.
Fizz! That's why you've got an assistant. It's like the old economicic adage goes, the boss may type faster than his secretary, but the competitive advantage of the boss doing boss-type stuff dictates that his time should be spent doing that rather than typing.
Also, did you mean materials, or is this some whacky criminal law type thing?
Yes I did mean materials, and it won't edit I've tried 3 times. It was some legal papers and what not, you know nothing important. I left them for the day, being pissed anough to drop them all in the shredder. I think I might take your advice and make her do it. She has been wanting some time off for a spring break. I may give her all the letters and a couple days off after she finishes them. I am her boss after all...
Fizz
Wow. That was the most English thing I have ever heard in my life.
Um... Thanks? :)
That I didn't get breakfast this morning. Brain says it's 1 o'clock, clock says otherwise. Food. Braiiins...
I regret dropping my only microwavable bowl and then watching it shatter into a million pieces and engrain its ceramic shards into the rug to plague my feet until I move out. I don't have a vacuum and I'm too lazy to borrow one from somebody else.
I regret not being able to whack the crap out of the people that drive like jackasses on the road - especially the ones who drive and blab a way on the cell phone stuck in their ear!
I regret to inform you that that is a rant, not a regret. Sorry.
GGG
I regret not being able to whack the crap out of the people that drive like jackasses on the road - especially the ones who drive and blab a way on the cell phone stuck in their ear!I regret to inform you that that is a rant, not a regret. Sorry.
GGG
But I sympathize. Sometimes, for a brief moment, I regret not purchasing a rocket launcher on the black market-- so as to have some effective means of combatting those who seek to force me off the road and laugh at my destruction. Then compassion gets the better of me, or I become distracted by yet another sadistic maniac on the road, and I forget the first one swiftly.
Regrets; hmm, it was probably an unwise move to have married my wife and though I have two wonderful kids; I regret it a little every day, maybe a little regret every hour; hmm, maybe a little regret every minute. whew; hope that isnt to much for yalls.
Regrets; hmm, it was probably an unwise move to have married my wife and though I have two wonderful kids; I regret it a little every day, maybe a little regret every hour; hmm, maybe a little regret every minute. whew; hope that isnt to much for yalls.
That's deep.
I made crabcakes last night for dinner. I should have used more crabmeat. I also should have used more thyme on the grilled mushrooms.
well, if reget is a feeling of sorrow or remorse, well then I am the poster child when I am not gaming; sigh, separated 10 months and counting. Luckily we have a nice Rant thread to vent a little. Kinda funny, well maybe not, how a woman can yip yer heart out and you dont see any blood. I been in all kinds of pain before; shot at; stabbed; on fire; could go on a while, think I did in some other thread when we were all comparing scars or something; but ain't never felt anything like this before; yep; got regrets. But also have some good friends. Prolly best if I not speak up here in this thread much any more.
Regrets; hmm, it was probably an unwise move to have married my wife and though I have two wonderful kids; I regret it a little every day, maybe a little regret every hour; hmm, maybe a little regret every minute. whew; hope that isnt to much for yalls.That's deep.
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well, if reget is a feeling of sorrow or remorse, well then I am the poster child when I am not gaming; sigh, separated 10 months and counting. Luckily we have a nice Rant thread to vent a little. Kinda funny, well maybe not, how a woman can yip yer heart out and you dont see any blood. I been in all kinds of pain before; shot at; stabbed; on fire; could go on a while, think I did in some other thread when we were all comparing scars or something; but ain't never felt anything like this before; yep; got regrets. But also have some good friends. Prolly best if I not speak up here in this thread much any more.
My old karate instructor used to lightly punch a half of a brick (first one he ever broke with his hand)during most of his free time. The brick had a spot worn in it from 15-20 years of him doing this that was shaped like his 2 primary knuckles. I at first couldn't understand how he could do this without it being extremely painful until he told me how. At first it did hurt but eventually he built up a callous and it never bothered him again. You need to work on your callous. It'll come with time and effort.
FH
lol; i do not want caluuses on my heart or feelings; that i would regret more than a little.
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lol; i do not want caluuses on my heart or feelings; that i would regret more than a little.
sometimes it is better. I still cry at some chick-flicks, I tear-up over Darkmeer's thread on Little Grey's trials, I even weep at some of the sad parts of childrens movies, but another woman will never destroy me like that first one did. Sometimes you need to do what it takes to make life somewhat normal. I know what you are going through and I also know that even if it all ends in a divorce in a couple months, that is only the beginning because a child is involved. My ex used every trick, legal and illegal, to hurt me and try to sever my ties to my kid. I hope it doesn't happen to you but I fear your ex sounds chillingly like mine. I almost suicided over mine. I turned to drugs for a bit to ease the pain and I slept with countless, nameless women. Regrets, yeah lots, and not many of them small.
I feel your pain brother and I know how hard it is. If you need to hash out feelings, start a thread and we will just go back and forth for however long this trial lasts. I don't want to bring down this fine thread any further but if you want to talk via email or on a dedicated thread let me know. I am here, brother.FH
lol; i do not want caluuses on my heart or feelings; that i would regret more than a little.
I agree but Fakey is right about one thing; for sure, I will never let another woman hurt me like the last one. And you should not let it happen either. Just know there are others out here who are either going thru what you are or have been thru it.
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I think it's less about building up thick skin due to constant abrasion. Linking physical pain to psychological pain only works as far, and a callous is still a callous - abused, unfeeling tissue.
Regrets are terrible. We all have them at some point and in some caliber, but those points that we see as regrets are just point of life that we hadn't worked past yet. They will remain as mental markers until we have figured out the situation, accepted it and moved on to the rest of our lives - as hard as that may seem at times.
I regret allowing my security pass to fall into my spinach and lamb curry at work yesterday. I can't get the smell out of the lanyard so I've been walking around all day with a strong stench of mostly garlic wafting up from around my neck. My co-workers are maintaining a safe distance.
At least I am resistant to sudden vampire attacks at work.
I regret allowing my security pass to fall into my spinach and lamb curry at work yesterday. I can't get the smell out of the lanyard so I've been walking around all day with a strong stench of mostly garlic wafting up from around my neck. My co-workers are maintaining a safe distance.
At least I am resistant to sudden vampire attacks at work.
Never regret lamb curry...mmmmmmmmm
My recent regret of late is not buying Toadies tickets. 1st nite sold out so they did a 2nd night & I missed my chance. DANG IT!
My recent regret of late is not buying Toadies tickets. 1st nite sold out so they did a 2nd night & I missed my chance. DANG IT!
Yeah missing a show can really bum a person out.
Especially that one, it was their "comeback" show. :o\
I regret not going to see Rage Against the Machine before they split. Also I regret not buying butter this morning because now I can't have any toast! :(
Shall have crisps instead. :)
When my first son died suddenly and unexpectedly and doctors told us we'd never have any more children, my husband bought me a new puppy (we still had an adult dog at this point). She became our "baby" and even though in future years we were blessed with more children (and suffered another death of a child), my dog held a special place in my heart. Well, after 13 years, my dog died last summer and I was very heart-broken. To make matters worse, and despite my two wonderful surviving children (who are WAY better than a dog, of course) the house seemed terribly empty. I became very depressed because I had never been completely without a dog before. She had *always* been with me; even traveled overseas to my husband's various duty stations, etc. I really wanted to replace her with a new puppy right away because in the past a new dog has always helped me get over the grieving process. This time over six months passed dogless (in the past the record was about three weeks). Besides, my son is now six and I envisioned dog & boy growing up together with that special friendship/bond. We got a male doberman puppy because I wanted something different than our last dog (female Siberian Husky). I'm really quite fond of our new puppy. He's cute and energetic but I still miss my old dog terribly. The puppy is a lot of work and at my age I'm not sure I have as much patience for him as I should. My son has even less patience with the puppy than I and both my children spend most of their time fending off his friendly, but razor-sharp, teeth and claws. I regret getting the new puppy. Clearly it would've been wiser to wait.
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When my first son died suddenly and unexpectedly and doctors told us we'd never have any more children, my husband bought me a new puppy (we still had an adult dog at this point). She became our "baby" and even though in future years we were blessed with more children (and suffered another death of a child), my dog held a special place in my heart. Well, after 13 years, my dog died last summer and I was very heart-broken. To make matters worse, and despite my two wonderful surviving children (who are WAY better than a dog, of course) the house seemed terribly empty. I became very depressed because I had never been completely without a dog before. She had *always* been with me; even traveled overseas to my husband's various duty stations, etc. I really wanted to replace her with a new puppy right away because in the past a new dog has always helped me get over the grieving process. This time over six months passed dogless (in the past the record was about three weeks). Besides, my son is now six and I envisioned dog & boy growing up together with that special friendship/bond. We got a male doberman puppy because I wanted something different than our last dog (female Siberian Husky). I'm really quite fond of our new puppy. He's cute and energetic but I still miss my old dog terribly. The puppy is a lot of work and at my age I'm not sure I have as much patience for him as I should. My son has even less patience with the puppy than I and both my children spend most of their time fending off his friendly, but razor-sharp, teeth and claws. I regret getting the new puppy. Clearly it would've been wiser to wait.I highly recommend these guys (there is probably one near you). My old Basset was always high strung and wouldn't listen to anything that I tried to teach her (for 5 years). The guy I got came out and got results immediately and with me reinforcing the training my dog made a complete turn-around in like 2-3 months. They are expensive ($500 range, but they will come out until you feel the dog is where you want it to be in its training) but way more than worth it.
Sadly my pup died on Christmas night, 2005 of GSV or Bloat (stomach flipped, cut off blood supply and she died in the car on the way to the animal hospital). 1 year and 3 months and I still miss my baby and occasionally cry over the hole she left(like I am while writing this):{. I love you Truffles and miss you horribly. I regret that I didn't realize that the symptoms were more than just an upset stomach over some pig ears. I am sorry that I failed you baby.
FH