Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent
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@GF It’s more likely that I was just raised in an austere environment. Soviet-era Russian parents (then moving to northern England) will do that.
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Snap bracelets as rulers are still a thing! And absolutely banned from measuring ANYTHING.
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@junipersky said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
Snap bracelets as rulers are still a thing! And absolutely banned from measuring ANYTHING.
I like snap bracelets.
I should also not be allowed to have them, because the click-snap of hitting them against your wrist over and over and over again is very soothing to me, and absolutely infuriating to anyone near me.
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You just defined all fidgets ever. X.x
(Not saying they don’t have a place! See my post about fidgets and my Amazon Prime Day deal of 35 fidgets in a nice box for $15.99.)
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@junipersky said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
You just defined all fidgets ever. X.x
(Not saying they don’t have a place! See my post about fidgets and my Amazon Prime Day deal of 35 fidgets in a nice box for $15.99.)
The little flick spinny things don’t seem too annoying! Maybe they are, I dunno. But I like things that make NOISE.
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Fidget Spinners.
My husband got really into his when they became a fad until his boss told him to knock it off.
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I got one of these from work as I need to shuffle around in my seat during meetings. It is like a bunch of macaroni tubed up. You can pop it apart and click it together, doesn’t make much noise, but mostly you can roll it around.
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This is my favorite fidgit as a teacher!! They can be hard for little fingers to pop apart, and since that is really the only sound they make it doesn’t bother mw.
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@junipersky Yeah and having broken enough pen lids bending it during a meeting…
It has been a DELIGHT to use. Sadly this one has lost it’s “crunch” when you twist it since I twist it a lot.
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The pregnant mama we were going to take in today has gone missing. We were under the impression the woman surrendering her had her in a safe place.
She did not. The poor cat was just wandering about. She put out traps last night but mama never appeared.
She lives a few hours away and has told us not to bother coming to help her search.
I’m really afraid mama had the babies. If we trap her now there is the chance we won’t find the babies and they will starve to death.
I’m so worried about this poor cat I have never met.
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Why is it so difficult for my college kids to like–stop putting empty boxes/containers back into the fridge/freezer/pantry. I don’t remember doing this as a teen, but maybe I did and just forgot about it. I worry that when they are all graduated and out on their own totally that I will get a call in the middle of the night as they lay starving on the floor because they didn’t buy food because in their pantry/freezer/fridge it looked like it was beautifully stocked but alas, everything is empty.
I decided to eat the last fudgesicle and put the empty box back though. Just to see how long it takes for anyone to comment, but I think my money is on the husband or the eight year old.
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@mietze said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
I decided to eat the last fudgesicle and put the empty box back though.
I can’t tell how devastated I am just IMAGINING this. Brutal. Just brutal.
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@Tez Now I need to decide if the husband/Eight is going to say something to me first OR if one night in the next week I’ll be woken up at 2 AM by the big kids arguing about who it was that ate the last fudgesicle.
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So people are shitty. Shelter director just got done telling me about how the state inspectors came to the shelter this last week to inspect after an anonymous report was posted. It accused us of never cleaning, having FIV+ kittes in gen pop, cats with black stuff pouring out their ears. – basically like we were cat hording situation.
None of it was even remotely true. The inspector was impressed. The only thing she mentioned was to make sure all the fosters resign the forms for the current calendar year.
The nerve of that person. We are fairly sure it is someone who got denied a cat and were taking revenge.
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@junipersky said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
The nerve of that person. We are fairly sure it is someone who got denied a cat and were taking revenge.
Thus proving how right you were to do so, so at least someone that petty and shitty didn’t get one of your animals.
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Round two of adult kid testing positive, yay back to setting up containment zones.
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@mietze it feels so weird upvoting that but you know I mean oh noooo
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@sao Kind of makes one wish for perhaps not a ‘downvote’ button, but maybe a ‘oh no’ or ‘that sucks’ button.
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So, my dog has been living with my parents the last couple years because when I moved back to the area during covid, I moved in with a friend in their apartment that doesn’t allow dogs (and a 90lb husky is kind of hard to hide). We were supposed to be moving somewhere that would allow dogs. That was two years ago.
My dad regularly sends me texts to guilt me about my dog, who I already hate not having for this long, and the last time was a couple days ago, where he tells me that my dog is making him depressed, adding that I should rehome him since I already haven’t had him for several years. That thought kills me, but I CAN see his point. He can’t see my regular panic attacks about this, and he probably wouldn’t believe me if I told him about them.
I don’t know what to do. Housing is obviously out of control and my friend is too stressed out by work to move, so it’d just be me. Even if I could find an apartment that allowed a giant husky (they’re a restricted breed most places), a 1 bedroom is like $1k a month and you have to make 3x that to get approved, which I do not. I COULD but it would be a fast track to burnout and dark thoughts. I’d also have to buy a more reliable car in the near future.
What’s more frustrating is that if I could afford a house (with the right zoning), I could just open up shop there (I’m a reluctant dog groomer) and probably be fine. But I can’t afford that, either.
