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Kids!
Only mine could turn playing video games into a punishment:-)
Got out of the shower, kids playing nice, coffee just about done brewing, sweet I think a moment of peace LOL!! I don't even have a chance to get dressed and Tiny T-Rex bursts in, "dad, I want to play the racing stupid plumber game" (N64 Mariocart) so I get it all set up (in my boxers no less) and I say to Pea Bear "you guys play games while I get dressed, please" Pea Bear says back "wait! Why do I have to play video games! What did I do wrong!"
I didn't want to remind her about her turning into Sarcasto-Beast when I had her pick up the toys in the yard so the stoned mowers wouldn't run it over, but I totally did :-)

Rosita the Riveter |
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Bleh. Cleaning a dead animal carcass is always nasty business, but somehow it's worse in your own suburban backyard. On the other hand, fresh meat is good, especially when the animal wasn't able to run (adrenaline makes the meat all gamey), and I think the local rabbit population may have just learned an important lesson about messing with Grandma's vegetable patch.
Also, my uncle is a moron.

David M Mallon |
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Second day of (paid) work involved spending 7 hours fitting pipe in a muddy ditch on the side of a gigantic bare dirt hill. 95-100 degrees outside, not a cloud in the sky (unless you count massive clouds of dust), and wearing our contractor-mandated rubberized yellow vests and dark blue hard hats. Between the three electricians on the job, we killed a 30-pack of bottled water in about four hours. I feel like a baked potato.

Rosita the Riveter |
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Apparently it's a gigantic surprise that the young woman from a poor household in a dense urban environment needs the help of the elderly grandmother who grew up on a farm to skin a dead rabbit. Imagine that. Also imagine the unusual fact that gutting something is a new experience for somebody from the city.
It is also apparently a surprise that the young urban woman did understand how to kill said rabbit effectively, because, shockingly enough, she does know how to read books.

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Freehold DM wrote:I brought the cone of shame so you won't mess with your hand, boss.Celestial Healer wrote:put that hand in the corner, and let the other one have more pudding and other treats. Be mean!So the hand specialist said my hand is still messed up because I've been favoring it so much. The ultrasound showed a foreign object as well though, probably glass, smaller than a grain of sand.
I get to do some intensive physical therapy. That may be all that is needed, but if it doesn't improve he may have to do something more invasive.
But I'm supposed to mess with it!
Doc implied that most of my problems are caused by being a baby, and I need to actually make the hand do work.

Manwolf |

Second day of (paid) work involved spending 7 hours fitting pipe in a muddy ditch on the side of a gigantic bare dirt hill. 95-100 degrees outside, not a cloud in the sky (unless you count massive clouds of dust), and wearing our contractor-mandated rubberized yellow vests and dark blue hard hats. Between the three electricians on the job, we killed a 30-pack of bottled water in about four hours. I feel like a baked potato.
Those kinds of jobs are why I learned to work on electronics and gyroscopes for aircraft. I was forced to be in an environmentally controlled room with regular lunch and breaktimes. It was rough, but I managed.

Kajehase |

Joke's on you, I work at a library!
Oi once shared a flat with a cute blonde girl who went to Bibliotekshögskolan in Borås and was a member of the Finnish Nation there.
(Students at Swedish unis organise into "nations" that started out based on what part of the country they're from - lots of Finns moved to Västergötland in the 60s and 70s to work in the car and textile industries.)

Kajehase |

Isn't twiddling on your phone while on a bike also impossibly difficult:-)
We aren't going to hear stories on the news about a distracted long ship on a bicycle plowing into a market are we :-)
Nah. No markets in my district. May have to make sure I don't hit a minaret, though. They get enough crap from idiots as it is already.

NobodysHome |
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David M Mallon wrote:Second day of (paid) work involved spending 7 hours fitting pipe in a muddy ditch on the side of a gigantic bare dirt hill. 95-100 degrees outside, not a cloud in the sky (unless you count massive clouds of dust), and wearing our contractor-mandated rubberized yellow vests and dark blue hard hats. Between the three electricians on the job, we killed a 30-pack of bottled water in about four hours. I feel like a baked potato.Those kinds of jobs are why I learned to work on electronics and gyroscopes for aircraft. I was forced to be in an environmentally controlled room with regular lunch and breaktimes. It was rough, but I managed.
Favorite story along these lines: Being in earthquake country, my house's chimney decided to go for a stroll away from the house. Since we never used the fireplace, I invited my friend over to help me take it down.
8 hours of back-breaking labor later, we'd demolished... somewhere between 1/3 and 1/2 of the chimney. Nothing like being on a rooftop with a jackhammer, carefully knocking out a few bricks at a time, tossing the bricks to a safe area of the ground, and repeating ad nauseum. Having to lift that jackhammer over and over and over again... urrrrrr... at least it was cool and overcast! But I decided, "No more!"
So I hired a professional. And he and his team spent ANOTHER day of back-breaking labor getting the second half of the chimney down. Then more days hauling away all the bricks, replacing all the rotten studs, reinforcing the wall, and stuccoing it over. Really an incredible piece of workmanship. All for $1500.
And I thought, "Thank goodness I don't have to do that day in and day out, 5-6 days a week, for my livelihood."
I have no idea how physical laborers do it. But having done a few weeks of hard physical labor over the years (spread out, of course), I have infinite respect for them...

NobodysHome |

Just found another glass shard with my foot, all the more impressive because it was on the other side of the house, where the kids always tread, it's a small house, but still... *frustrated grunt*
LOL. Invite me over. I spent much of my youth barefoot, especially when backpacking when my choices were limited to "barefoot or hiking boots". I developed thick, thick callouses that have never fully gone away. So whenever someone breaks a dish or glass, we sweep it up as best we can, then I walk around barefoot and pick up most of the rest.
It's a rare bit of glass or porcelain that can penetrate my foot pads.