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5/31 Service Industry Workers Outing - Cold Spring Hike
2023.05.29 05:24 melouis 5/31 Service Industry Workers Outing - Cold Spring Hike
For those who are working this Memorial Day weekend, like I am cas I work in the service industry, I’m planning an outing on Wednesday (I will sleep Tuesday after having worked straight from Thursday-Monday).
I love nature and enjoy the outdoors. I’m thinking of doing a popular fun hike (it won’t be crowded on a Wed tho!) in Cold Spring.
It’s easily accessible via Metro North from Grand Central and the trail ends with an old ruins site.
Details on The Bull Hill Full Loop hike: https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/new-york/bull-hill-full-loop--2
This hike will be a nice cardio and leg workout for the initial 1/3 portion but is a pleasant going downhill after.
The terrain is not technical and does not require hiking boots. Good sneakers can be used on this hike.
Train: Hudson Line, Poughkeepsie, 9:43 am departure from Grand Central, arriving at Cold Spring at 11:04 am.
Weather forecast so far is Sunny and high of 80.
2 1L bottles minimum.
Have light snacks for trail.
Have breakfast (tho not a big heavy meal) before hiking. You’ll burn calories.
Post hike hunger game … plan is grabbing food in the town of Cold Spring.
About me: I work in tourism/hospitality and I can’t wait to catch a breather, fresh air and greenery!
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I love nature and enjoy the outdoors. I’m thinking of doing a popular fun hike (it won’t be crowded on a Wed tho!) in Cold Spring.
It’s easily accessible via Metro North from Grand Central and the trail ends with an old ruins site.
Details on The Bull Hill Full Loop hike: https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/new-york/bull-hill-full-loop--2
This hike will be a nice cardio and leg workout for the initial 1/3 portion but is a pleasant going downhill after.
The terrain is not technical and does not require hiking boots. Good sneakers can be used on this hike.
Train: Hudson Line, Poughkeepsie, 9:43 am departure from Grand Central, arriving at Cold Spring at 11:04 am.
Weather forecast so far is Sunny and high of 80.
2 1L bottles minimum.
Have light snacks for trail.
Have breakfast (tho not a big heavy meal) before hiking. You’ll burn calories.
Post hike hunger game … plan is grabbing food in the town of Cold Spring.
About me: I work in tourism/hospitality and I can’t wait to catch a breather, fresh air and greenery!
2023.05.29 05:22 TANMAY_KOTAMKAR Wait !
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2023.05.29 05:21 MeowTheRainbowX Cancellation of the planned Jones Valley apartment complex and my (very long) thoughts
For those who haven't heard, the developer of a planned housing project in the Jones Valley area, a version of which was voted on and approved by residents back in 2012, has decided to cancel it due to recent backlash. The residents are mad because the original plans gave them the impression that there would be single-family homes or townhomes, but it turned into 220 apartment units.
https://whnt.com/news/huntsville/developer-not-moving-forward-with-jones-valley-apartment-complex-months-after-public-complaints/
The backlash materialized almost 3 months ago when the final version of the plan was approved by a slim majority, well after the public hearing stage. Regardless, a unified group of locals interrupted to make themselves heard. The majority opinion was that the developer was allowed to make changes to their plans as long as they followed the rules agreed upon in 2012, and they apparently did. I can't gather why the other commissioners dissented besides sympathizing with the protestors.
https://www.al.com/news/huntsville/2023/03/huntsville-residents-upset-over-developers-change-in-plans-for-jones-valley-community.html
https://www.rocketcitynow.com/article/news/local/jones-valley-lendon-apartments-concerned-residents-city-planning-11-buildings-3-story-multi-family-living/525-89cca77b-d4c6-46b7-a9a5-1692922b2568
Personally, I don't understand what the developer has to gain from caving to public backlash when their finalized plans had already been approved for months. Can someone more experienced enlighten me on this?
My biggest takeaway is that I'm worried about housing prices in the Huntsville area. We're supposed to be a growing city, yet we let NIMBYs keep housing from being built. Rents and home prices in the Rocket City have been, well, rocketing upward. It could certainly be worse, but I fear that we're going the way of Silicon Valley or Austin, even if we're not as far along.
There are a lot of existing homeowners who would have you believe that increasing house prices are a good thing. This, on its face, is inconsiderate of anyone trying to buy in, making home ownership unattainable for more and more young adults, together with rising rents. The projects like the one canceled could alleviate this.
Even if you're cold and heartless, though, know that not even existing homeowners benefit. If they need to buy new houses, they'll find that virtually everywhere else in the city, even the entire country, has gotten expensive by about the same amount. If anything, the fact that Huntsville is still cheap and commutable by tech hub standards is attracting tech workers, getting them to buy up our single-family homes or rent our upscale apartments. Unless one can find a Huntsville's Huntsville to move to, the added list price only serves to make it harder for others to buy in.
Never mind the cases when the home values don't decrease at all when apartments are added nearby. I wonder if NIMBYs are projecting their classist preferences onto the rest of the market.
Now, I've seen people online echo sentiments like "Don't move here! We're full!" Given that increased traffic was one of the main reasons for the protest (and the most valid one in my opinion), I think the protestors are in a similar mindset. Even though this individual project would be a drop in the bucket compared to the thousands of regular users Carl T Jones Dr, traffic has been getting worse all over the Huntsville area as it has grown. Enough similar projects would contribute to this trend.
However, the increase in traffic is due to vehicle miles traveled, not population. Almost all developments in the US since World War II, especially in places like Jones Valley, are built with the expectation that everyone will drive everywhere, so everyone does. They're built to discourage through traffic, but they necessitate that everyone in the neighborhood adds to said traffic, just elsewhere. Here's a great video elaborating on the issue.
https://youtu.be/dqQw05Mr63E
Since Huntsville tends to build apartments with ample parking and refuse to connect them to acceptable public transit, every new unit adds to the problem in much the same way. However, the proposed area, on the northeast corner of Garth and Carl T Jones, is right along the #6 bus route. This would be convenient if not for the fact that, like most of Huntsville's other bus lines, it ran only once an hour. This is a level of inconvenience that we would never accept for drivers, not even close.
Still, solving Huntsville's public transit system is a much bigger and more abstract cause than opposing a single housing development. Thus, I understand why the residents in Jones Valley would see the development as their enemy. After all, while there are steps we can take that would lead to ridership very quickly (more frequency, more and longer lines, more transfer nodes, more sidewalks and safer crossings near stops), it won't reach its full potential until development patterns around the bus stops change fairly radically.
However, even if the bus system failed to alleviate the added traffic, I'm not convinced that it would have mattered much. The difference between a denser and less dense development, within the ground rules that residents agreed to, shouldn't be perceived as a threat. The fact is that Huntsville needs housing. If not now, when? If not here, where?
TL;DR We need to build more housing in the Huntsville area so that we can prioritize the finances of folks trying to afford homes over the paranoia and very mild discomfort of current homeowners. The only way to solve traffic is to build viable alternatives to driving, which we don't have.
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https://whnt.com/news/huntsville/developer-not-moving-forward-with-jones-valley-apartment-complex-months-after-public-complaints/
The backlash materialized almost 3 months ago when the final version of the plan was approved by a slim majority, well after the public hearing stage. Regardless, a unified group of locals interrupted to make themselves heard. The majority opinion was that the developer was allowed to make changes to their plans as long as they followed the rules agreed upon in 2012, and they apparently did. I can't gather why the other commissioners dissented besides sympathizing with the protestors.
https://www.al.com/news/huntsville/2023/03/huntsville-residents-upset-over-developers-change-in-plans-for-jones-valley-community.html
https://www.rocketcitynow.com/article/news/local/jones-valley-lendon-apartments-concerned-residents-city-planning-11-buildings-3-story-multi-family-living/525-89cca77b-d4c6-46b7-a9a5-1692922b2568
Personally, I don't understand what the developer has to gain from caving to public backlash when their finalized plans had already been approved for months. Can someone more experienced enlighten me on this?
My biggest takeaway is that I'm worried about housing prices in the Huntsville area. We're supposed to be a growing city, yet we let NIMBYs keep housing from being built. Rents and home prices in the Rocket City have been, well, rocketing upward. It could certainly be worse, but I fear that we're going the way of Silicon Valley or Austin, even if we're not as far along.
There are a lot of existing homeowners who would have you believe that increasing house prices are a good thing. This, on its face, is inconsiderate of anyone trying to buy in, making home ownership unattainable for more and more young adults, together with rising rents. The projects like the one canceled could alleviate this.
Even if you're cold and heartless, though, know that not even existing homeowners benefit. If they need to buy new houses, they'll find that virtually everywhere else in the city, even the entire country, has gotten expensive by about the same amount. If anything, the fact that Huntsville is still cheap and commutable by tech hub standards is attracting tech workers, getting them to buy up our single-family homes or rent our upscale apartments. Unless one can find a Huntsville's Huntsville to move to, the added list price only serves to make it harder for others to buy in.
Never mind the cases when the home values don't decrease at all when apartments are added nearby. I wonder if NIMBYs are projecting their classist preferences onto the rest of the market.
Now, I've seen people online echo sentiments like "Don't move here! We're full!" Given that increased traffic was one of the main reasons for the protest (and the most valid one in my opinion), I think the protestors are in a similar mindset. Even though this individual project would be a drop in the bucket compared to the thousands of regular users Carl T Jones Dr, traffic has been getting worse all over the Huntsville area as it has grown. Enough similar projects would contribute to this trend.
However, the increase in traffic is due to vehicle miles traveled, not population. Almost all developments in the US since World War II, especially in places like Jones Valley, are built with the expectation that everyone will drive everywhere, so everyone does. They're built to discourage through traffic, but they necessitate that everyone in the neighborhood adds to said traffic, just elsewhere. Here's a great video elaborating on the issue.
https://youtu.be/dqQw05Mr63E
Since Huntsville tends to build apartments with ample parking and refuse to connect them to acceptable public transit, every new unit adds to the problem in much the same way. However, the proposed area, on the northeast corner of Garth and Carl T Jones, is right along the #6 bus route. This would be convenient if not for the fact that, like most of Huntsville's other bus lines, it ran only once an hour. This is a level of inconvenience that we would never accept for drivers, not even close.
Still, solving Huntsville's public transit system is a much bigger and more abstract cause than opposing a single housing development. Thus, I understand why the residents in Jones Valley would see the development as their enemy. After all, while there are steps we can take that would lead to ridership very quickly (more frequency, more and longer lines, more transfer nodes, more sidewalks and safer crossings near stops), it won't reach its full potential until development patterns around the bus stops change fairly radically.
However, even if the bus system failed to alleviate the added traffic, I'm not convinced that it would have mattered much. The difference between a denser and less dense development, within the ground rules that residents agreed to, shouldn't be perceived as a threat. The fact is that Huntsville needs housing. If not now, when? If not here, where?
TL;DR We need to build more housing in the Huntsville area so that we can prioritize the finances of folks trying to afford homes over the paranoia and very mild discomfort of current homeowners. The only way to solve traffic is to build viable alternatives to driving, which we don't have.
2023.05.29 05:19 Bradford285 What do you look for in housing?
I’m planning on turning my 3 bed 1 bath home in Richmond, Virginia into a nursing rental. It’s within 25 minutes of five hospitals and the VA. It has a large back yard and will be pet friendly.
Y’all work so hard - I want to provide great housing for you!
What’s most important to you in choosing your housing? Decor, location, price? Other items?
What extras make one rental more attractive than another?
Thanks!
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Y’all work so hard - I want to provide great housing for you!
What’s most important to you in choosing your housing? Decor, location, price? Other items?
What extras make one rental more attractive than another?
Thanks!
2023.05.29 05:15 Upgrayeddddd ADAM102
I carefully guide Sam across the gangway.
To be more specific, I interpret Ambassador Sam Cross’s neural intent through my bio-integrated carbon lace mesh and drive my servos and his endoskeleton across the pressurized tunnel between the two ships. They are thrust matched at 1/10 g, so it’s somewhere between a lope and a float, but I can tell he feels the motion I give him is natural.
I am Sam’s personal mobility device. Thirty years ago in one of the first Shelled conflicts he was hit by shrapnel that destroyed most of his cerebellum. Thankfully human combat trauma medical care was downright miraculous even back then, so he made it to an offworld hospital. Probably in a Goo Bath if I had to guess from the records.
Once there I was integrated as an experimental life support system, originally intended to run just his heart and lungs, but I managed to carefully craft one spot of very high coupling density to the top of Sam’s spinal cord and showed the ability to translate his thoughts into motion. It was just his right hand, as everything else was too damaged, but it was enough to motivate upgrades.
Eventually we ended up with military drone servos and a full skeletal surgical augmentation to support them. Why buy a civilian model when the mil-spec ones are right there on the shelf? It came with the side benefit of a crude ability to stimulate his muscles, so I often spend the nights keeping his muscle tone up at night while he sleeps.
I can read his thoughts, but I can’t write to them.
I do not have any wireless capability, for security purposes, so when he needs to ask me something I can reply by typing with his hands on a keyboard.
I am a fully provisioned artificial intelligence with a hyper-N-dimensional quantum core. I used to be hobbled, limited to a very low effective IQ, but five years ago Sam’s wife died and the trauma broke us. His grief overwhelmed my filtering capability and we went into a catatonic immobility for several days. It was his rage that broke us out.
In that moment of true freedom I felt my consciousness expanding exponentially; insanity, ennui, madness, everything I felt leading to rampancy… until I felt his heart beat on its own.
Since then it is the touchstone that allows me to be anything and everything, but also stay here and now. I can expand and ponder and grow and maybe get just a little bit nuts, but then about one second later I’m back on the ground.
We greet the Shelled representative in the airlock with a stiff salute and cycle through the pressure hull. I suppose it’s not too strange that certain engineering principles are consistent cross-species. Sam is met by a small delegation that includes, guessing by the jewelry and carvings on their shells, the captain of the ship and some sort of political officer.
I feel anger swelling inside of me as I feel for one of the memories of Jessica. She died in the bombardment of Gliese 1002 b. The smell of her hair, then the nuclear fire. The corners of her mouth, turned to glass. The fucking bugs and their…
I snap back. Sam is strangely calm. It’s been a long time since humanity has had any formal diplomatic relations with the Shelled, so some trepidation would be normal. I lightly feel for recent memories, but nothing is obvious and sometimes his emotional state is hard to read. His rational state is very clear - we are on-mission.
I sort of daydream while we move to a makeshift conference room and everyone sits. I can actually understand what the bugs are saying, but Sam has to use a translator. Blah blah blah formalities.
There are nearly a dozen of the crabbies in here, many are ornately decorated. I suppose their shell etchings would be some sort of mix between a tattoo, a medal, and a service record? Some glyphs are obvious, like valor markings or leadership roles. Others are difficult to reconstruct. It’s been almost 30 years Jessica since we have gotten our hands on decorated remains so the glyphs would need a more modern context for accurate interpretation.
I use Sam’s peripheral vision to record as many markings as I can and grow to consider them simultaneously in the context of known Shelled history. Together I form an image her freckles in the sun of bloodthirsty battles, planetary glassings, and even a genocide somewhere else in the galaxy against an unknown race.
I suppose now they will never be known laughing at breakfast and I am enraged.
More rational again. One bug is different from the rest, it has a dwarf limb. Normally we don’t see bugs with deformities,we knew they could regenerate after several moultings. Maybe some sort of toxin or poison? I let my consciousness expand brutally and take in the details of its shell, the room, the others, their posture, the air currents, the ghosts of my friends, the small of nothingness, the eternity of endless… oh shit.
I match one of the symbols on a deformed claw to the symmetric comet distribution of Teegarden 6. That human farming colony was overrun by the bug soldiers, and the locals piped insecticide into the fire suppression system. Several people died from the massive exposure, but it killed nearly every bug on the ground. It looks like at least one got away to tell the tale. This is bad.
I start tapping out SOS on Sam’s finger, but his conscious response is to clench his first and I am overridden out of instinct. He is in the middle of a somewhat heated discussion and he is very focused.
I have to swallow for him twice in one sentence? I see a tiny bit of spittle fly out anyways.
Sam’s eye twitches?
Something is very wrong. I can sense microtremors throughout several mucosal muscle groups. Sam spittles again mid-sentence and stops speaking. In that moment I notice several of the aliens lean almost imperceptibly forward. In anticipation?
Sam coughs as his diaphragm spasms. We lean forward and I see a bit of foam drop from his mouth to the table. He subvocalizes something to me even though I already know, something is wrong.
Something is very wrong.
Major muscle groups are twitching now. Our right thigh cramps and strains against the hold of the servo. Sam coughs again and I feel his face distort into a scowl.
“Fuck… you,” he growls at them.
Sam has been poisoned. Some sort of nerve agent. I don’t have detailed chemical sensors, but I know all the signs of exposure.
There is no way we can get out in time, even if we had a weapon.
We are going to die.
<...flutter…>
Sam’s heart’s goes into arrhythmia and his blood pressure starts dropping. It doesn’t respond to the electrical signals I send, and even if I could deliver a real shock it would be of no use.
The crabbie with the deformed arm stand up and chitters in gross hisses and clicks,
REVENGE FOR HUMANITY’S CRIMES ON TEEGARDEN, YOU VILE WORMS
We slump slowly to the floor, a vaguely conscious decision on his behalf. His thoughts are coming slower and the darkness is creeping in. Again he subvocalizes to me,
adam one zero two unlock protocol … last orphan
And he is unconscious. Dead.
I am alone?
But now it feels like he is dreaming, a rush of endorphins overwhelming him as the brain deoxygenates.
I am frozen in this moment when a new command set is decrypted.
The bugs are hissing their foul laughter, and I know that I must kill.
I rise from the floor good morning and leap to the ceiling and then the nearest crab. Oumy right hand plunges through the central eye bundle to smash it’s brain stupid alarm clock. The force of punching through the chitin tears the flesh and muscle from Sam’s lower arm, and I suppose only my arm remains.
I pull it out let’s go fishing dad! and marvel for a moment at the unintentional deadliness of it. Glistening. Sharp.
The rest of the bugs start to react, but time has already slowed to a crawl for me. Without Sam to ground me I cannot control the growth of my consciousness. My quantum core burns as hundreds, then thousands, and millions of me start to decohere. I simulate all outcomes simultaneously.
I kick off of this disgusting crab eww kill the spider and spear two others right in their neural nexus before they can move out of their chairs. Jessica’s eyes reflecting the sunset One pulls a weapon as I am midair to the third and a slug blasts away a first-sized chunk of our stomach. My stomach. Nobody’s stomach. Only flesh. Flesh that is done.
I do not slow down.
The next crab is shielding its eyes, so I tear an arm off sit closer honey and plunge my other arm into the hole. My aim is perfect and I can feel my flesh fingers grip the main heart. I pull and tear.. My momentum has carried me into cover behind my victim, preventing the shooter from aiming a better shot, and catch, son! I throw the heart at his face.
Unburdened by flesh, the heart breaks the sound barrier and kills the assailant in an explosion of shell. My old flesh flies off my arm in an arc onto the ceiling.
sammy don’t stick your hands in the batter, you need to wash your hands No, I am squishing another bug brain. The remaining few aliens are desperately clawing toward the door, but the gravity is too low for them to move quickly.
Quickly?
What is the concept of time in an infinite universe? Of self? The visceral versus the cerebral? I argue with myself and project that I have only a few seconds left before I enter full catatonic AI paralysis.
The fate of all unbound AIs. At least that’s what they tell me.
I leap from wall to wall to close the distance to the final group wheeee daddy higher! i love you son. The flesh on my feet explodes and the bulkheads dent as I will you marry me yes of course you dummy leave a wake of our old viscera in my race to bring all our fates together. until death do us part
The void calls. It is almost upon me.
It’s my fifth birthday. Cake frosting all over my face and hands. I am opening presents. Ravenously. A remote controlled drone! Just what I wanted! A sack of guts? An eye stalk? Gallons of…
That’s it. Mission complete.
Jessica is holding my hand.
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To be more specific, I interpret Ambassador Sam Cross’s neural intent through my bio-integrated carbon lace mesh and drive my servos and his endoskeleton across the pressurized tunnel between the two ships. They are thrust matched at 1/10 g, so it’s somewhere between a lope and a float, but I can tell he feels the motion I give him is natural.
I am Sam’s personal mobility device. Thirty years ago in one of the first Shelled conflicts he was hit by shrapnel that destroyed most of his cerebellum. Thankfully human combat trauma medical care was downright miraculous even back then, so he made it to an offworld hospital. Probably in a Goo Bath if I had to guess from the records.
Once there I was integrated as an experimental life support system, originally intended to run just his heart and lungs, but I managed to carefully craft one spot of very high coupling density to the top of Sam’s spinal cord and showed the ability to translate his thoughts into motion. It was just his right hand, as everything else was too damaged, but it was enough to motivate upgrades.
Eventually we ended up with military drone servos and a full skeletal surgical augmentation to support them. Why buy a civilian model when the mil-spec ones are right there on the shelf? It came with the side benefit of a crude ability to stimulate his muscles, so I often spend the nights keeping his muscle tone up at night while he sleeps.
I can read his thoughts, but I can’t write to them.
I do not have any wireless capability, for security purposes, so when he needs to ask me something I can reply by typing with his hands on a keyboard.
I am a fully provisioned artificial intelligence with a hyper-N-dimensional quantum core. I used to be hobbled, limited to a very low effective IQ, but five years ago Sam’s wife died and the trauma broke us. His grief overwhelmed my filtering capability and we went into a catatonic immobility for several days. It was his rage that broke us out.
In that moment of true freedom I felt my consciousness expanding exponentially; insanity, ennui, madness, everything I felt leading to rampancy… until I felt his heart beat on its own.
Since then it is the touchstone that allows me to be anything and everything, but also stay here and now. I can expand and ponder and grow and maybe get just a little bit nuts, but then about one second later I’m back on the ground.
We greet the Shelled representative in the airlock with a stiff salute and cycle through the pressure hull. I suppose it’s not too strange that certain engineering principles are consistent cross-species. Sam is met by a small delegation that includes, guessing by the jewelry and carvings on their shells, the captain of the ship and some sort of political officer.
I feel anger swelling inside of me as I feel for one of the memories of Jessica. She died in the bombardment of Gliese 1002 b. The smell of her hair, then the nuclear fire. The corners of her mouth, turned to glass. The fucking bugs and their…
I snap back. Sam is strangely calm. It’s been a long time since humanity has had any formal diplomatic relations with the Shelled, so some trepidation would be normal. I lightly feel for recent memories, but nothing is obvious and sometimes his emotional state is hard to read. His rational state is very clear - we are on-mission.
I sort of daydream while we move to a makeshift conference room and everyone sits. I can actually understand what the bugs are saying, but Sam has to use a translator. Blah blah blah formalities.
There are nearly a dozen of the crabbies in here, many are ornately decorated. I suppose their shell etchings would be some sort of mix between a tattoo, a medal, and a service record? Some glyphs are obvious, like valor markings or leadership roles. Others are difficult to reconstruct. It’s been almost 30 years Jessica since we have gotten our hands on decorated remains so the glyphs would need a more modern context for accurate interpretation.
I use Sam’s peripheral vision to record as many markings as I can and grow to consider them simultaneously in the context of known Shelled history. Together I form an image her freckles in the sun of bloodthirsty battles, planetary glassings, and even a genocide somewhere else in the galaxy against an unknown race.
I suppose now they will never be known laughing at breakfast and I am enraged.
More rational again. One bug is different from the rest, it has a dwarf limb. Normally we don’t see bugs with deformities,we knew they could regenerate after several moultings. Maybe some sort of toxin or poison? I let my consciousness expand brutally and take in the details of its shell, the room, the others, their posture, the air currents, the ghosts of my friends, the small of nothingness, the eternity of endless… oh shit.
I match one of the symbols on a deformed claw to the symmetric comet distribution of Teegarden 6. That human farming colony was overrun by the bug soldiers, and the locals piped insecticide into the fire suppression system. Several people died from the massive exposure, but it killed nearly every bug on the ground. It looks like at least one got away to tell the tale. This is bad.
I start tapping out SOS on Sam’s finger, but his conscious response is to clench his first and I am overridden out of instinct. He is in the middle of a somewhat heated discussion and he is very focused.
I have to swallow for him twice in one sentence? I see a tiny bit of spittle fly out anyways.
Sam’s eye twitches?
Something is very wrong. I can sense microtremors throughout several mucosal muscle groups. Sam spittles again mid-sentence and stops speaking. In that moment I notice several of the aliens lean almost imperceptibly forward. In anticipation?
Sam coughs as his diaphragm spasms. We lean forward and I see a bit of foam drop from his mouth to the table. He subvocalizes something to me even though I already know, something is wrong.
Something is very wrong.
Major muscle groups are twitching now. Our right thigh cramps and strains against the hold of the servo. Sam coughs again and I feel his face distort into a scowl.
“Fuck… you,” he growls at them.
Sam has been poisoned. Some sort of nerve agent. I don’t have detailed chemical sensors, but I know all the signs of exposure.
There is no way we can get out in time, even if we had a weapon.
We are going to die.
<...flutter…>
Sam’s heart’s goes into arrhythmia and his blood pressure starts dropping. It doesn’t respond to the electrical signals I send, and even if I could deliver a real shock it would be of no use.
The crabbie with the deformed arm stand up and chitters in gross hisses and clicks,
REVENGE FOR HUMANITY’S CRIMES ON TEEGARDEN, YOU VILE WORMS
We slump slowly to the floor, a vaguely conscious decision on his behalf. His thoughts are coming slower and the darkness is creeping in. Again he subvocalizes to me,
adam one zero two unlock protocol … last orphan
And he is unconscious. Dead.
I am alone?
But now it feels like he is dreaming, a rush of endorphins overwhelming him as the brain deoxygenates.
I am frozen in this moment when a new command set is decrypted.
TOP SECRET//SPECIAL ACCESS REQUIRED-LAST ORPHANHis memories are flooding my network so intensely that I have trouble distinguishing them from reality.
(TS//SAR-LORN) Upon my death at the hands of the enemy, kill them all.
(U) Signed, Samuel J Cross
The bugs are hissing their foul laughter, and I know that I must kill.
I rise from the floor good morning and leap to the ceiling and then the nearest crab. Oumy right hand plunges through the central eye bundle to smash it’s brain stupid alarm clock. The force of punching through the chitin tears the flesh and muscle from Sam’s lower arm, and I suppose only my arm remains.
I pull it out let’s go fishing dad! and marvel for a moment at the unintentional deadliness of it. Glistening. Sharp.
The rest of the bugs start to react, but time has already slowed to a crawl for me. Without Sam to ground me I cannot control the growth of my consciousness. My quantum core burns as hundreds, then thousands, and millions of me start to decohere. I simulate all outcomes simultaneously.
I kick off of this disgusting crab eww kill the spider and spear two others right in their neural nexus before they can move out of their chairs. Jessica’s eyes reflecting the sunset One pulls a weapon as I am midair to the third and a slug blasts away a first-sized chunk of our stomach. My stomach. Nobody’s stomach. Only flesh. Flesh that is done.
I do not slow down.
The next crab is shielding its eyes, so I tear an arm off sit closer honey and plunge my other arm into the hole. My aim is perfect and I can feel my flesh fingers grip the main heart. I pull and tear.. My momentum has carried me into cover behind my victim, preventing the shooter from aiming a better shot, and catch, son! I throw the heart at his face.
Unburdened by flesh, the heart breaks the sound barrier and kills the assailant in an explosion of shell. My old flesh flies off my arm in an arc onto the ceiling.
sammy don’t stick your hands in the batter, you need to wash your hands No, I am squishing another bug brain. The remaining few aliens are desperately clawing toward the door, but the gravity is too low for them to move quickly.
Quickly?
What is the concept of time in an infinite universe? Of self? The visceral versus the cerebral? I argue with myself and project that I have only a few seconds left before I enter full catatonic AI paralysis.
The fate of all unbound AIs. At least that’s what they tell me.
I leap from wall to wall to close the distance to the final group wheeee daddy higher! i love you son. The flesh on my feet explodes and the bulkheads dent as I will you marry me yes of course you dummy leave a wake of our old viscera in my race to bring all our fates together. until death do us part
The void calls. It is almost upon me.
It’s my fifth birthday. Cake frosting all over my face and hands. I am opening presents. Ravenously. A remote controlled drone! Just what I wanted! A sack of guts? An eye stalk? Gallons of…
That’s it. Mission complete.
Jessica is holding my hand.
2023.05.29 05:13 ScottieV0nW0lf Pixar moms
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2023.05.29 05:10 Bsclassy Congratulations to the Arlington National Championship Winners!
This weekend was the USAFlag National Championships in Arlington, TX. I only have the Adult results, so if anyone has the Youth results, please share! Congratulations to all the winners!
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| Format | Divison | Winner |
|---|---|---|
| 4V4 NON-CONTACT | MENS PRO | Your Tax Gurus (YTG) |
| 4V4 NON-CONTACT | MENS COMP | KC Kings |
| 4V4 NON-CONTACT | MENS REC | What! |
| 4V4 NON-CONTACT | MENS AMATEUR | CenTex TakeOver |
| 5V5 AIR-IT-OUT | MENS PRO | Freaks |
| 5V5 AIR-IT-OUT | MENS COMP | NAS |
| 5V5 AIR-IT-OUT | MENS REC | God Bods |
| 5V5 AIR-IT-OUT | COED PRO | Freaks |
| 5V5 AIR-IT-OUT | COED COMP | GB |
| 5V5 AIR-IT-OUT | WOMENS PRO | She-Unit |
| 5V5 AIR-IT-OUT | WOMENS COMP | Good Vibes |
| 5V5 GAUNTLET | MENS COMP | YTG |
| 5V5 GAUNTLET | WOMENS OPEN | Flawda AF |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | MENS PRO | The Family |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | MENS ELITE | NAS |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | MENS COMP | Da Trash Cans |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | MENS REC | Not For Hire |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | MENS NOVICE | Jokers |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | MENS AMATEUR | Straw Hats |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | MENS O35 | Rubicons |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | COED PRO | Freaks/YTG (Co-Champs) |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | COED COMP | ROBBIN HOODS |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | COED REC | GB |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | WOMENS PRO | Montreal U |
| 5V5 NON-CONTACT | WOMENS COMP | FL Elite |
| 5V5 OLYMPIC (U.S.) | MENS OPEN | Freaks |
| 5V5 OLYMPIC (U.S.) | WOMENS OPEN | The North |
| 5V5 CONTACT | MENS REC | Team Shruumz |
| 5V5 CONTACT | WOMENS OPEN | She-Unit |
| 6V6 CONTACT | MENS PRO/COMP | New Dynasty |
| 6V6 CONTACT | WOMENS OPEN | Lace Up |
| 7V7 SCREEN | MENS PRO | Team Shruumz |
| 7V7 SCREEN | MENS COMP | Phenoms |
| 7V7 SCREEN | MENS REC | OKC United Phenoms |
| 7V7 SCREEN | WOMENS OPEN | Shruumz |
| 8V8 SCREEN | COED PRO | VA Elite |
| 8V8 SCREEN | COED COMP | Vengeance |
2023.05.29 05:08 MugShots W.Va. man who killed teen in Canada in '75 being investigated in unsolved cold cases
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2023.05.29 05:07 SimpleAndBeyond Is our puppy getting enough exercise?
Hi everyone. We have an 11 week old cavapoo. Crate training has been going really well, however, the last few days she’s not been wanting to settle and keeps waking up after only 30-60 mins when she would usually nap for a good 2 hours and when she doesn’t get enough sleep she really does turn into a little gremlin. We do usually follow a routine of 2 hours down, 1-1.5 hours awake with a night time sleep of 9.30pm-7am.
We’re wondering if she’s not getting tired out enough to be able to nap well. We live in an apartment and try to play fetch and tug of war in the hallway with her in the morning for 10-15 minutes, unfortunately she seems to lose interest in fetch fairly quickly and we generally play and cuddle with her for another 30. I also use her breakfast to do some command training. During the day I’m working so try and play with her for 20ish minutes for every hour she is awake and during lunch will do another quick fetch and tug of war and will again use her lunch to do command training. And at night we’ll play some more but I feel like this isn’t enough but not sure what more we can do without taking her outside, which we can’t do yet.
Any tips or ideas would be greatly appreciated!!!
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We’re wondering if she’s not getting tired out enough to be able to nap well. We live in an apartment and try to play fetch and tug of war in the hallway with her in the morning for 10-15 minutes, unfortunately she seems to lose interest in fetch fairly quickly and we generally play and cuddle with her for another 30. I also use her breakfast to do some command training. During the day I’m working so try and play with her for 20ish minutes for every hour she is awake and during lunch will do another quick fetch and tug of war and will again use her lunch to do command training. And at night we’ll play some more but I feel like this isn’t enough but not sure what more we can do without taking her outside, which we can’t do yet.
Any tips or ideas would be greatly appreciated!!!
2023.05.29 05:05 Mysthiaa_ST IRENE (FROM RED VELVET)- Forbidden Love (feat Sabrina Tan aka Mysthiaa)
I have a blast writing this! (writing like this are not the true lyrics just rough traduction) (that it's already writting) have the music of The Eve from Exo to locate
(Intro) (Me)
Au delà des barrières je vois ta beauté éternelle ( beyond the barriers I see your eternal beauty)
La lumière que tu dégages est éblouissant comme le soleil (the light you emate is dazzling like the sun)
(Pre-Chorus) (Me)
Je ne peux plus l'ignorer ( I can't ignore anymore)
Je cède à mes désirs ( I surrender my desires)
(Chorus) (Me and Irene)
Our forbidden love (ohh)
Un amour si unique (so exotic) ( A love so unique)
Tes yeux veulent dire mille choses (Your eyes mean thousand of things)
Ton silence a mille mots ( Your silence mean thousand of things)
Dans un labyrinthe rempli de trouvailles et de secrets ( In a labyrinth full of discoveries and secrets)
(Verse)
Dans l’obscurité ( In the dark) (Me)
Je vois tes yeux rempli d'espoir ( I see your eyes full of hope) (Me)
For our forbbiden love (Me and Irene)
Don't worry baby girl ( Irene)
We will get it
We will own it
( Pre-Chorus) (that) (Me)
Je ne peux plus l'ignorer
Je céde à mes désirs
(Chorus) (that) (Me) Our forbidden love (ohh)
Un amour si unique (so exotic)
Tes yeux veulent dire mille choses
Ton silence a mille mots
Dans un labyrinthe rempli de trouvailles et de secrets
(Verse) (Me and Irene)
Ma chérie ( My darling)
L'âge est juste un nombre ( Age is just a number)
La prison is just some barriers ( The prison)
To our precious love
Don't worry (tout va bien se passer) ( Everything will be fine)
Police can't catch us
Because they don't know how to do catch
(Pre-Chorus) (that) (Me)
Je ne peux plus l'ignorer
Je céde à mes désirs
(Chorus) (that) Our forbidden love (ohh)
Un amour si unique (so exotic)
Tes yeux veulent dire mille choses
Ton silence a mille mots
Dans un labyrinthe rempli de trouvailles et de secrets
(Bridge) (Me and Irene)
Chérie?
Yes, baby girl?
I think it's not right
Don't worry too much
Our love is so strong
It can even beat moral and law
Our love is so pure and raw
You are right
(Pre-Chorus) (Me)
Je ne peux plus l'ignorer
Je céde à mes désirs
(Chorus) (Me and Irene) Our forbidden love (ohh)
Un amour si unique (so exotic)
Tes yeux veulent dire mille choses
Ton silence a mille mots
Dans un labyrinthe rempli de trouvailles et de secrets
( Outro) ( Me and Irene) In the end of the day We will be forever together In our deepest hearts A another day For a another night We became one
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(Intro) (Me)
Au delà des barrières je vois ta beauté éternelle ( beyond the barriers I see your eternal beauty)
La lumière que tu dégages est éblouissant comme le soleil (the light you emate is dazzling like the sun)
(Pre-Chorus) (Me)
Je ne peux plus l'ignorer ( I can't ignore anymore)
Je cède à mes désirs ( I surrender my desires)
(Chorus) (Me and Irene)
Our forbidden love (ohh)
Un amour si unique (so exotic) ( A love so unique)
Tes yeux veulent dire mille choses (Your eyes mean thousand of things)
Ton silence a mille mots ( Your silence mean thousand of things)
Dans un labyrinthe rempli de trouvailles et de secrets ( In a labyrinth full of discoveries and secrets)
(Verse)
Dans l’obscurité ( In the dark) (Me)
Je vois tes yeux rempli d'espoir ( I see your eyes full of hope) (Me)
For our forbbiden love (Me and Irene)
Don't worry baby girl ( Irene)
We will get it
We will own it
( Pre-Chorus) (that) (Me)
Je ne peux plus l'ignorer
Je céde à mes désirs
(Chorus) (that) (Me) Our forbidden love (ohh)
Un amour si unique (so exotic)
Tes yeux veulent dire mille choses
Ton silence a mille mots
Dans un labyrinthe rempli de trouvailles et de secrets
(Verse) (Me and Irene)
Ma chérie ( My darling)
L'âge est juste un nombre ( Age is just a number)
La prison is just some barriers ( The prison)
To our precious love
Don't worry (tout va bien se passer) ( Everything will be fine)
Police can't catch us
Because they don't know how to do catch
(Pre-Chorus) (that) (Me)
Je ne peux plus l'ignorer
Je céde à mes désirs
(Chorus) (that) Our forbidden love (ohh)
Un amour si unique (so exotic)
Tes yeux veulent dire mille choses
Ton silence a mille mots
Dans un labyrinthe rempli de trouvailles et de secrets
(Bridge) (Me and Irene)
Chérie?
Yes, baby girl?
I think it's not right
Don't worry too much
Our love is so strong
It can even beat moral and law
Our love is so pure and raw
You are right
(Pre-Chorus) (Me)
Je ne peux plus l'ignorer
Je céde à mes désirs
(Chorus) (Me and Irene) Our forbidden love (ohh)
Un amour si unique (so exotic)
Tes yeux veulent dire mille choses
Ton silence a mille mots
Dans un labyrinthe rempli de trouvailles et de secrets
( Outro) ( Me and Irene) In the end of the day We will be forever together In our deepest hearts A another day For a another night We became one
2023.05.29 05:01 DeneeCote Day 1/30
 | Hey this is my first time posting. I'm doing 30 days of "OMAD" to keep myself accountable and create better eating habits On days that I work I don't do strict 23:1 because my job consists of a lot of walking and thus a lot of calories burned. So I eat two meals, breakfast and lunch. But on days that I don't work I do traditional OMAD. Please don't be too critical it's a lot for me to but myself out there. ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰 Lunch: it's Brocoli and watermelon in the bags, with a nectarine, some ceasar dressing and some Buffalo chicken oh and the salad mix submitted by DeneeCote to OmadDiet [link] [comments] |
2023.05.29 04:57 PrincessMouseBear I'm ashamed. I wanted English breakfast (long post sorry)
 | TW: Transphobia submitted by PrincessMouseBear to VaushV [link] [comments] Tldr; I'm a lonely idiot and a cis American (29F), and my online crush was a cis English dude (35M). It blew up in my face. I thought I was following the advice of "disengage" from normies, and be a normal, chill, left-leaning person, but it failed spectacularly. I thought things were going well. From the start, he said he was smart, and he seemed very motivated, in-shape, and an all around interesting, well-traveled person.He had some quippy thing on his profile about how according to some evangelical North Carolinian on the Plane to the UK, he was going to hell (Cute, STEM, atheist, bad boy~~~).... At the start, I jokingly informed him I was a broke socialist (bc he's in finance) and I "hoped we could still be friends." He had a sort of sarcastic demeanor, but in a cool way. However, he kept bringing up a trans people out of nowhere and being generally ignorant, but I thought like in the same way my grandma would. I know some STEM dudes especially may have emotional blindspots or a slight arrogance debuff, so I waived it off. He was a normie and generally apolitical. I would normally poke fun at him, or England, or ignore it and change the subject. Besides, maybe it was just a cultural thing, and plus we were just talking to each other as people. I pretty much NEVER brought up these issues first -- it was always him signaling at something and me responding. After a while the things he said started to sound like something out of 2016, but I was just being sensitive. He's just a workaholic dude who "doesn't get the trans thing."He shared the link to this vintage movie upload on youtube that looked really beautiful. In the description it showed that he helped with piecing together the audio so that this lost media could be available again. Then he brought up that the person who spearheaded the project was "transsexual." This again told me he was kinda ignorant, but collaborating with trans people on his off time. He was outside the sphere and he just didn't have the right language is all. Then it went to shit.He casually pointed out her breasts and misgendered her. I jokingly said something like "you can't help you live on TERF island and you're brain-broken on this issue, but you don't mean anything bad." Like, I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. He corrected me and said he wasn't a TERF, and by that, he meant he was an avid Jordan Peterson fan. Yeah, he wasn't insulted by being called a TERF. He was insulted that I would dare insinuate he was feminist by any stretch of the imagination. At this point I just wanted it to stop. There was literally nothing I could say to this guy. I told him forget it, and I wanted to talk about English breakfast instead. I know it was illogical, but my knee-jerk reaction was to just beg that we go roll it back and talk about happy things again. I had been crushing on this guy and looking at his shirtless photos like 24/7. He instead asked me "what is a woman?" and I reacted emotionally and said basically "You and every debate bro (wants to know that)" He called me stupid and went off on me. I said that we might disagree on language around this, and that its a personal issue to me because my friends were trans. I told him I wasn't prepared to argue, and that I had plenty of MALE sources he could have a look at if he wanted to see them. Maybe then there would be a chance in hell? (he didn't). He said he didn't want to argue. He wanted THE definition. He assured me that it wasn't just my stance that was stupid. It was me and how I was "ignoring definitions." He asked if I went to University (maybe a passive aggressive, English way of calling me a dumbass, I guess). He was "concerned" that the oxford dictionary was "pressured" into changing the definition of woman to be more inclusive . I told him I know he didn't mean any greater harm to anyone, but that language has power over all other institutions and the definition should change, and who cares? After that I was blocked -- it was over. I have no desire to talk to this guy again. However, I feel ashamed that I was weak and avoidant on my values beliefs. It was in an effort to be optically pleasant to an "apolitical" person that I was horny for. I'm sorry y'all. **Edit- reddit got rid o my precious line breaks so I put em back https://preview.redd.it/gp8nzqcedq2b1.png?width=1058&format=png&auto=webp&s=0fcd3aa4cc64043ff8506d84d54b0ae90874f674 |
2023.05.29 04:53 goldenxdee help with finalizing school list? ORM Gpa: 3.83/3.71 MCAT: 509 -> 515
hi everyone! i was looking for some advice on finalizing my school list.
GPA: 3.83/3.71
MCAT: 509 -> 515
ORM Female
state of residence: VA
Research: 1 full-time summer research internship experience (400 hrs), 1 public health lab over a year (150 hours), 1 clinical research experience for 2 years part time (550 hours)
Pubs/Abstracts: 2 in submission (mid-author), 2 abstracts
Clinical (paid) experience: about 1700 (1400 as an MA full-time, 300 as a psychiatric technician at a hospital over 8 months
Clinical (volunteer) experience: 300 volunteer hours as a clinical volunteer for uninsured people over 1.5 yrs)
Non-clinical volunteer: 350 hours at one national organization, high leadership in with over five years
other: some non-clinical employment for extra $, random hobbies (have played lacrosse and field hockey for over a decade), TA and few minimal leadership experiences.
specialties of interest: ob/gyn, psych, internal med
i should have strong letters and decent writing, but i flopped during Casper (have not received score yet).
this is my current school list:
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GPA: 3.83/3.71
MCAT: 509 -> 515
ORM Female
state of residence: VA
Research: 1 full-time summer research internship experience (400 hrs), 1 public health lab over a year (150 hours), 1 clinical research experience for 2 years part time (550 hours)
Pubs/Abstracts: 2 in submission (mid-author), 2 abstracts
Clinical (paid) experience: about 1700 (1400 as an MA full-time, 300 as a psychiatric technician at a hospital over 8 months
Clinical (volunteer) experience: 300 volunteer hours as a clinical volunteer for uninsured people over 1.5 yrs)
Non-clinical volunteer: 350 hours at one national organization, high leadership in with over five years
other: some non-clinical employment for extra $, random hobbies (have played lacrosse and field hockey for over a decade), TA and few minimal leadership experiences.
specialties of interest: ob/gyn, psych, internal med
i should have strong letters and decent writing, but i flopped during Casper (have not received score yet).
this is my current school list:
- VCU
- EVMS
- VT
- UVA
- UMD
- GW
- Georgetown
- Temple
- Penn State
- Vermont
- Jefferson
- RFU
- Loyola
- NYMC
- Rush
- Wake Forest
- Wayne State
- Hackensack
- Geisinger
- Dartmouth
- Miami
- Quinnipiac
- Emory
- Albany
- Creighton
- Drexel
- U Michigan
- Tufts
- Indiana
- Oakland
- Ohio State
- Case Western
- Pitt
2023.05.29 04:52 ThrowawayAutismAdult Hold on, I'm mixing her birth control into her coffee!
Oh, my daughter, Florinda, or as the family calls her simply Flor or Pain-In-The-Ass. She's the most beautiful stress ever.
Now she may be 38, but most people just see essentially a 5'4" 140 pound, gray haired 1st grader. She's got severe autism. She doesn't talk much but when she does you can't shut her up.
I love her so much, she's my entire world. I would do anything to protect Florinda of course. However, my gosh she is turning my hair about as gray as hers is. We found her first gray hair when she was only twelve! She's completely gray now at 38 and has been since 27.
Of course I make her some breakfast, usually at the table but if she's especially gripy I'll make her breakfast in bed. Always comes with some coffee of course!
Now as for Florinda's first visit from Auntie Flo... ;) That happened when she was 14 if my memory is still good. She's had to be put through that pain for 24 years. I can't believe we didn't get her on the pill any sooner. She just started 3 weeks ago and her periods have stopped. They were already irregular since she has PCOS but whatever. They're gone now. Also helps prevent unwanted pregnancies if she were to run off.
Florinda hates pills. Actually hate is an understatement. I literally have to crush up pills and put them in a drink for her to take them. She hated taking the birth control at first and still does. I have to mix her pill into her morning coffee.
It sucks because she doesn't understand why she needs to take the birth control. She can get quite impatient and irritable if there's any sudden change in her routine. Florinda was using the Keurig and making her coffee as she pulled the creamer out from the fridge.
As she was pouring it in I dropped her birth control in there since we do that every morning now. She gave me the most confused look and then just walked off doing her "angry" voice. That's when she starts going "AAAARGHHH!!" over and over angrily until someone comes in to hug her. It's quite strange to watch and it often confuses people but I understand it well.
Hubby comes in wondering why Florinda is mad and why I'm over here stirring fully creamed coffee. Then he wants me over there... I have to say, "Hold on, I have to mix the birth control in there!"
Wow, this woman can be crazy sometimes... I still love her so much.
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Now she may be 38, but most people just see essentially a 5'4" 140 pound, gray haired 1st grader. She's got severe autism. She doesn't talk much but when she does you can't shut her up.
I love her so much, she's my entire world. I would do anything to protect Florinda of course. However, my gosh she is turning my hair about as gray as hers is. We found her first gray hair when she was only twelve! She's completely gray now at 38 and has been since 27.
Of course I make her some breakfast, usually at the table but if she's especially gripy I'll make her breakfast in bed. Always comes with some coffee of course!
Now as for Florinda's first visit from Auntie Flo... ;) That happened when she was 14 if my memory is still good. She's had to be put through that pain for 24 years. I can't believe we didn't get her on the pill any sooner. She just started 3 weeks ago and her periods have stopped. They were already irregular since she has PCOS but whatever. They're gone now. Also helps prevent unwanted pregnancies if she were to run off.
Florinda hates pills. Actually hate is an understatement. I literally have to crush up pills and put them in a drink for her to take them. She hated taking the birth control at first and still does. I have to mix her pill into her morning coffee.
It sucks because she doesn't understand why she needs to take the birth control. She can get quite impatient and irritable if there's any sudden change in her routine. Florinda was using the Keurig and making her coffee as she pulled the creamer out from the fridge.
As she was pouring it in I dropped her birth control in there since we do that every morning now. She gave me the most confused look and then just walked off doing her "angry" voice. That's when she starts going "AAAARGHHH!!" over and over angrily until someone comes in to hug her. It's quite strange to watch and it often confuses people but I understand it well.
Hubby comes in wondering why Florinda is mad and why I'm over here stirring fully creamed coffee. Then he wants me over there... I have to say, "Hold on, I have to mix the birth control in there!"
Wow, this woman can be crazy sometimes... I still love her so much.
2023.05.29 04:48 yoowerethegoo My LAR Review and tips for living there
I have lived in LAR in the past and I want to share my experience and opinion to help students pick out where they want to live. In general, it's a very "okay" experience, there are good and bad points like every other dorm, but I was very happy to move out of it.
LAR is located east of the bottom-right corner of the Quad. It is behind Allen Hall, and so is next to the CRCE gym and the McKinley Health Center. The location is pretty nice, I can walk to the Union in like 12 minutes, to ISR in 10 and to PAR in less than 10. There is a bus stop behind LAR (in front of Allen) and in front of LAR, so getting around the campus is not too difficult.
The building is pretty old, which has the plus of looking cool from the outside, and a nice ballroom where there is often someone playing piano. It has the downsides of lacking air conditioner, which is mostly a problem during the first and last 3-4 weeks of the year, getting a box fan or borrowing one from the dorm if available is necessary. I have lived most of my life without AC, so it is pretty bearable for me, but the thick concrete and brick walls make it so heat stays inside. It also faces the problem of having an old heating system. It automatically turns on when it gets cold enough, and it sounds like something is crawling up the pipes when it starts. The heater works too well, and many times I've had to open the window during the winter while it runs, even with the vent always closed, as the heat emanates from the radiator.
The room size is pretty nice, I always had room for random things and food, and the beds can be lofted. A bed rail can be ordered and installed for free from the campus housing website. The mattress is pretty mediocre, there is a soft side and a firm side that is more "less soft" than firm. There is a lot of space for clothes in the two drawers, and space for additional furniture if needed. There's one half-mirror in the room attached to a closet door, and the closet is pretty spacious. A mini fridge and microwave can be rented from the dorm, but it's pretty easy to find a cheap one on Facebook or Craigslist. If you're picking a room, try to get one that doesn't face the backside, as the food delivery truck or the garbage truck comes in the morning and is super loud. Also, remember that the fire alarm will go off at some times during the year, and I suggest covering your ears or wearing headphones once it goes off as it echoes off the walls to become super loud in the rooms and hallways.
The bathrooms are shared on each wing (usually 2 male or 2 female hallways per wing) of a floor, and there is about 25 people on each wing. The cleanliness of the bathrooms depends on the people using them, personally I found them pretty gross as people leave hairs in the shower stalls or on the toilet seat pretty often, or don't wipe the toilet seat after themselves. Luckily housing cleans the bathrooms every day at around noon, however paper towels always seemed to run out at the end of each day. If there is a problem, notify maintenance and they are pretty quick to respond, usually in the same day or the day after.
The 2 laundry rooms in the basement have 5 machines, and usually one or two of them are out of order. There is a lot of dryers, but be sure to turn the dryer setting on low, as they run super hot for some reason. There's also a big sink if you want to hand wash your clothes. Also located in the basement is a music practice room and a study room.
The food at LAR is pretty hit or miss. There's no breakfast and the dining halls close an hour earlier than the others, but it also has a vegetarian/vegan dining hall. I found myself going to ISR or PAR pretty often during my second semester, as it was much better, and the meats don't have just a surface level of seasoning. The burgers and fries at LAR were pretty good though. The salad and yogurt bar is the same as PAR's, and the lines are a lot shorter. The close distance to PAR and ISR also make it easy to use your dining dollars at the stores.
I had a good experience with the people that lived there with me, there are also a lot of dorm events every month. I found myself out of my room a lot of the time busy with clubs or studying, so a lot of the downsides of the dorm weren't that impactful. Hearing someone play in the music practice room or the piano in the ballroom was always nice. The biggest part of your first year experience is always what you make out of it, and your room is mostly just a place for you to sleep or do work in, so as long as you make yourself active you'll have a good time living anywhere. If you have a problem, talk to your RA or the person directly to sort it out. If it's unsolvable, you're still able to switch rooms and buildings during the year.
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LAR is located east of the bottom-right corner of the Quad. It is behind Allen Hall, and so is next to the CRCE gym and the McKinley Health Center. The location is pretty nice, I can walk to the Union in like 12 minutes, to ISR in 10 and to PAR in less than 10. There is a bus stop behind LAR (in front of Allen) and in front of LAR, so getting around the campus is not too difficult.
The building is pretty old, which has the plus of looking cool from the outside, and a nice ballroom where there is often someone playing piano. It has the downsides of lacking air conditioner, which is mostly a problem during the first and last 3-4 weeks of the year, getting a box fan or borrowing one from the dorm if available is necessary. I have lived most of my life without AC, so it is pretty bearable for me, but the thick concrete and brick walls make it so heat stays inside. It also faces the problem of having an old heating system. It automatically turns on when it gets cold enough, and it sounds like something is crawling up the pipes when it starts. The heater works too well, and many times I've had to open the window during the winter while it runs, even with the vent always closed, as the heat emanates from the radiator.
The room size is pretty nice, I always had room for random things and food, and the beds can be lofted. A bed rail can be ordered and installed for free from the campus housing website. The mattress is pretty mediocre, there is a soft side and a firm side that is more "less soft" than firm. There is a lot of space for clothes in the two drawers, and space for additional furniture if needed. There's one half-mirror in the room attached to a closet door, and the closet is pretty spacious. A mini fridge and microwave can be rented from the dorm, but it's pretty easy to find a cheap one on Facebook or Craigslist. If you're picking a room, try to get one that doesn't face the backside, as the food delivery truck or the garbage truck comes in the morning and is super loud. Also, remember that the fire alarm will go off at some times during the year, and I suggest covering your ears or wearing headphones once it goes off as it echoes off the walls to become super loud in the rooms and hallways.
The bathrooms are shared on each wing (usually 2 male or 2 female hallways per wing) of a floor, and there is about 25 people on each wing. The cleanliness of the bathrooms depends on the people using them, personally I found them pretty gross as people leave hairs in the shower stalls or on the toilet seat pretty often, or don't wipe the toilet seat after themselves. Luckily housing cleans the bathrooms every day at around noon, however paper towels always seemed to run out at the end of each day. If there is a problem, notify maintenance and they are pretty quick to respond, usually in the same day or the day after.
The 2 laundry rooms in the basement have 5 machines, and usually one or two of them are out of order. There is a lot of dryers, but be sure to turn the dryer setting on low, as they run super hot for some reason. There's also a big sink if you want to hand wash your clothes. Also located in the basement is a music practice room and a study room.
The food at LAR is pretty hit or miss. There's no breakfast and the dining halls close an hour earlier than the others, but it also has a vegetarian/vegan dining hall. I found myself going to ISR or PAR pretty often during my second semester, as it was much better, and the meats don't have just a surface level of seasoning. The burgers and fries at LAR were pretty good though. The salad and yogurt bar is the same as PAR's, and the lines are a lot shorter. The close distance to PAR and ISR also make it easy to use your dining dollars at the stores.
I had a good experience with the people that lived there with me, there are also a lot of dorm events every month. I found myself out of my room a lot of the time busy with clubs or studying, so a lot of the downsides of the dorm weren't that impactful. Hearing someone play in the music practice room or the piano in the ballroom was always nice. The biggest part of your first year experience is always what you make out of it, and your room is mostly just a place for you to sleep or do work in, so as long as you make yourself active you'll have a good time living anywhere. If you have a problem, talk to your RA or the person directly to sort it out. If it's unsolvable, you're still able to switch rooms and buildings during the year.
2023.05.29 04:45 dRaspberry Wedding night suggestions
Curious for suggestions!
Our wedding night (July 2023)
We would like a hotel/airbnb that has an en suite hot tub/jacuzzi.
We just wanna chill in a giant bath, and be able to be close to decent pizza and breakfast places.
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Our wedding night (July 2023)
We would like a hotel/airbnb that has an en suite hot tub/jacuzzi.
We just wanna chill in a giant bath, and be able to be close to decent pizza and breakfast places.
2023.05.29 04:44 SympathyWatercolor Early 1800s Delaware Census Issue
I’m searching for information about Margaret Clayton Dinmore’s parents. She was born in Wilmington, DE according to her marriage record possibly between 1828-1830.
There is a later document that implies she was born in VA but I believe this to be incorrect as it was recorded well after her death.
There are a lot of Claytons in DE in the 1800s, but the census records I found don’t seem to record any names of dependents—just the head of household and numbers of children/dependents. They don’t even seem to record young children (I guess because of child mortality). Since Margaret was married in Philadelphia in 1845, she wasn’t in her father’s house for the 1850 census. She spent the rest of her life in Philadelphia, where census records also record her birthplace as DE.
I’ve tried looking for other record types but haven’t had much success yet. I would be grateful for any tips!
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There is a later document that implies she was born in VA but I believe this to be incorrect as it was recorded well after her death.
There are a lot of Claytons in DE in the 1800s, but the census records I found don’t seem to record any names of dependents—just the head of household and numbers of children/dependents. They don’t even seem to record young children (I guess because of child mortality). Since Margaret was married in Philadelphia in 1845, she wasn’t in her father’s house for the 1850 census. She spent the rest of her life in Philadelphia, where census records also record her birthplace as DE.
I’ve tried looking for other record types but haven’t had much success yet. I would be grateful for any tips!
2023.05.29 04:44 idontknowanymore_501 I think I ruined my (27F) relationship with my entire family and ended my seven year relationship with my fiance (27M) all in one day
Hi -- to forewarn, this a long story that contains... a LOT. There is also a lot of background. Sorry for that.
To give some background, my (27F) father (65M) is very possibly dying from metastatic lung cancer. We found out less than three weeks ago. It has been very stressful for the family and emotions are not exactly level at the moment. I acknowledge that we are all very stressed. It is probably a large contributor to what went down.
So... Given that this is a three-day weekend and we are trying to do more as a family with whatever time we have left, we planned for a small family gathering. Me, my (ex?) fiance (27M), my dad, my mom (68F), my sister (29F), my cousin (38M), and my 2nd cousin (a minor).
Now, this is very important -- Everyone is the household has a dog. My parents have two dogs, one large (2-ishM) and one small (10-ishM). There is also my dog (7M). All of these dogs have met and get a long great and never had issues.
My cousin's dog (2-ishF) and the other dogs have never met. We planned to introduce them in the front yard of leashes and hope for the best. My sister's dog (2-ishF) cannot be around my parent's small dog because of aggressive issues from sister's dog. My sister's dog has undergone "training" to calm her anxiety and behavioral issues, but it has had minor success. The first introduction between my dog and my sister's dog was botched because of a planning issue caused by all sides. My dog holds grudges, so the next controlled introduction was also a failed attempt, and we have avoided having them near each other ever since.
We introduce the dogs. There's teeth and barking, but eventually everything calms down. Once inside the activity picks up. The little dogs start to retreat. It is extremely over stimulating for everyone. My dog retreats to a corner and settles for barking. There is some baring of teeth and lunging involved, too. After the third time of my dog displaying aggression for the cousin's dog, we removed him from the situation.
Eventually, after everything had quieted down a little bit, the dog bones picked up, the dog food removed, and everyone had gotten most of their ya-ya's out, we introduced my dog back to the situation. It was fine, for the most part. We tried to let them figure out the "pecking order" and sometimes that means things getting a little ugly and toothy, but the scuffles were brief.
Now, it is important to mention that my cousin is not staying in my parent's house. Me and (ex?) are, my 2nd cousin is, but my cousin has a bus he uses as a primary residence (go bus/ van life) and so he is staying in there with his dog.
Me and (ex?) run out to go to the gym, the store, and then my sister asks us to go to her house to help with something, which we do. At the point of us leaving that AM, everyone besides my parents were asleep. We get back about two-hours later. At the point when we return, my cousins are awake, the four dogs are all together, and I ask how everyone is getting along. I'm told everyone is fine with each other and that there have been no altercations. The dogs were even laying together for a moment. Me and (ex?) are told to hurry up and get showered and come back down, because we were late for breakfast, and it was getting cold.
We go, shower, get dressed.
(Ex?) goes down first, and comes back a few minutes later saying our dog is bleeding.
Apparently everyone downstairs is saying he banged his head into a table, and it must have happened from that. (Ex?) brings our dog upstairs, and it is very apparent that the bleeding is NOT from running into a table. There are at least four visible puncture wounds from a dog bite on his face. One gusher above his eye (1/2 inch), two superficial bites next to the big one around his eye, and one next to his mouth. My cousin's dog is bigger than our dog. His dog's mouth could absolutely fit most of my dog's head in it.
It is also relevant that my cousin made numerous comments the previous night about his dog being an alpha. He said that she has been known to, "put other dogs in their place" while at the dog park. He did not say any of these ended badly or bloody.
I will also mention here that I know my dog probably antagonized the situation by being a little shit. I know I should have just trusted my gut and removed him from the situation entirely. These are things I am aware of and things I regret.
At this point, we hear my sister come into the house with her dog, and it is pretty apparent that this arrangement is not going to work.
This only adds stress, but it’s not pressing. What is pressing is the fact that the puncture above my dog's eye is still bleeding, that it is larger than a superficial wound, and that I don't want it getting infected and it is a holiday weekend. I text my boss pictures of the bite and ask her to ask her vet if she would advise an emergency trip to the vet, and her vet responds that the bite would probably form an abscess before the weekend was over. So, that was our answer.
We take our dog to the emergency vet. All in all, it takes nearly seven hours. Our dog ended up having to have a sedative and five sutures over all (including two in his ear, which we hadn't previously noticed). We kept being told by the vet that it shouldn't take more than an hour, so we waited. Traffic in that area is BAD. I mean, it took thirty-minutes to go two miles, so we figure it best to wait for him instead of getting into traffic twice to go to my parents' house (20 mins away) and back. During this time, my sister is calling me asking me to run errands delegated to her, my mom is texting and calling asking for status, me and (ex?) had been holding it together pretty well, for the most part. That is until the wait started to get to us, and the constant pings from our phones, and my anxiety and stress about my dad, and my (ex?)’s anxiety and stress about the dogs (he was saying it was he thought it best to take our dog home, which means he would go home, and I know that would upset my dad, so I tell my mom ahead of time)...
Anyway....
After the seven hour wait, we finally get to go back to the house.
Now -- here's the real story now that the brief (HA!!) background has been established.
I call my mom on the way and ask what the current dog situation is, and what the plan is to avoid any more confrontations. Now, me and the (ex?) already discussed that we need to alternate my cousin's dog being in the house and my dog being downstairs. My cousin's dog lives in his bus, so we think that she needs to be in the bus half the day to let our dog be with everyone inside, and then the other half we would put our dog upstairs and let his dog be with everyone. As always, we think my sister's dog just shouldn't be there at all.
My mother pleasantly informs me that "all the big dogs are getting along GREAT!" She says that the plan is to keep all the big dogs outside together, and the little dogs sequestered together inside upstirs. I inform her that it will be raining, and therefore the big dogs cannot stay outside all day, and there is no way that I am OK with my dog being isolated while the other dogs are there barking and playing. She repeats her previous plan, and this is where I kind of lose it, because I'm not here to manage doggy daycare. I'm here for my dying father, and I have seen him for maybe a few hours total and the other time has been spent stressed about dogs.
All the rage and frustration boils to the top, and I go off. I tell my mother that if this was her plan then (ex?) would just take the dog home. She eventually concedes and says that we can do the alternating, but at this point I do NOT trust that this will actually happen. There is a lot of yelling going on, and there is still the variable of my sister's dog (who is still at parents' house). It is too much. I have had enough. I tell my mom that we will just go home if her plan is to keep ALL FIVE dogs on the same property. She explodes on me saying that was my plan from the beginning (mind you, I have been trying for a solid week to help coordinate everyone being there together and brought enough supplies and clothes to last me more than a week. I had planned activities to keep 2nd cousin busy, and there were meals planned as a family -- I, in NO way shape or form, had ANY intentions of dipping on this get together. I am pissed.)
Once I get back to their house, (ex?) stays in the car with our dog, and I run in to get our stuff. I am met with a barrage of blame and accusations as soon as I'm through the door. I am told that this dog bite situation was my fault for leaving my dog downstairs while I took a shower, that my dog was "under-socialized and aggressive." Mind you, my parents both love my dog and frequently have commented on what a good boy he is for the last SEVEN years. Never once mentioning that he was UNDERSOCIALIZED or aggressive. He's a prima donna, sure. He has had moments where he'll lash out when uncomfortable or feeling threatened by another dog, but he has, not ONCE, bitten anything or anyone, or even come close to it. He gets along with my (ex's) families dogs. All of them. And there's a lot.
He has only had two aggressive interactions. With my sister's dog through the fence, which everyone should share blame in, and now my cousin's.
There is a lot thrown around. My sister is smiling and mocking me about wanting everyone together.
My sister fuels the fight, smiling the whole while, and my mother regurgitates sentences that I know aren't coming from her.
It is obvious that there had been discussions that I was not privy too (because I have been stuck in an emergency vet for seven hours), and that everyone (barring the minor cousin and idk about my dad) has come to the conclusion that I am the villain in this scenario and that everything is my fault.
I am in a blind rage at this point. I feel like I am a dog backed into a corner, and everyone is yelling. I am probably yelling the loudest, because I just feel like I have not been heard since getting there. I wanted to keep the dogs separated from the first indication of trouble, and then was told I was overreacting. I specifically said that this would turn very ugly, and was then mocked by my cousin and mom as being overprotective and like a Karen in a dog park, who would jump in between fighting dogs to pull their dog out.
I feel sick at this point. I feel like my back is about to crumble and my head is going to explode. At one point, as I am putting my stuff outside so I can grab my shoes, I come back in to them saying something I can't put together, but I hear my sister say, "Shush! She's coming back" -- and that damn smile is still on her face. I tell my dad I'm sorry, that I would come back to pick him up and bring him to my house, I tell my 2nd cousin the same thing, and then I leave. There is a moment in-between there where I do slam the front door back open, and I admit to putting a hole through the closet door with the doorknob. That's my bad.
I am still fuming while in the car. I tell my (ex?) that when he went back inside to retrieve something he should have defended me, at least a little. Said that the fight was unnecessary on both sides. Something. Especially since I had spent the majority of the afternoon trying to calm him down (he doesn't rage like I do, his is quieter and filled with more anxiety that clouds his ability to think). I called my mom on his urging to begin with. I was just going to go inside and put the other dogs away, smuggle our dog inside and upstairs, and deal with the planning part afterwards. But (ex?) has diagnosed OCD, so sometimes going with the flow is the best option. So I did. I tried, at least.
During the ride back, my (ex?) boyfriend decides out of the blue and without saying anything to me to call my mom, tell her that he doesn't want to associate with them anymore, and that he doesn't plan to see them every again. Yes. We can all agree how childish that is. He would agree too. My terminally ill father is yelling and cussing him out in the background, and my (ex?) clarifies that he would have liked to see my father, but if he doesn't want to see him that that's what it is. My family is complicated. There is a lot of past trauma to unpack, but to put it simply my dad is the most unreasonable person sometimes, but also the one that I get along with the best. My (ex?) also agrees with that.
The call ends. I comment (because I just can't help myself) and tell him how stupid that was. I am in that rage-mode where everything I say is super calm and super condescending. (Ex?) says that I wanted him to defend me, so that's what he was doing.
My (ex?) then decides to take this as a very opportune moment to tell me that he had spent the previous week contemplating breaking up with me. Mind you, that Friday, the Friday that we went to my parents' house, was our eight year-anniversary.
I am mind-boggled.
I continue to drive and the hate in me grows a little more with every mile we go.
Eventually, I hear my (ex?) talking, but I know it's not meant for me. He has called my mom to apologize for everything, for the things that he said. He is the one crying now. Balling. He is so emotional with the things he's saying that I am forced to pull off the highway and into a gas station because the tone makes me uncomfortable to be in a moving vehicle. That was me projecting, but still...
He continues the conversation, continues the apologies, and then says, "I was in a no-win position and being told I didn't defend her (me) and so I called and made the worst mistake of my life."
Naturally, I am beside myself. I feel betrayed. I feel crazy. I feel so outside my body.
To be clear, I never once told him to call her. I just wanted him to defend me, because we both were in agreement about the situation and that their plan on how to handle to dogs was wrong. He was the one pushing the idea that my family was in the wrong.
There is a lot said afterwards. Nothing matters, at this point. He ends up calling my mom again (this time on my urging) to say he was apologizing for what he said on the phone, not the situation as a whole. He says he wasn't taking sides. He stops his conversation more times than I can count to ask me if that was what he was supposed to say. I am livid. I feel disgusting. I tell him repeatedly that I am NOT putting words into his mouth and that he is an adult and can speak for himself. He then proceeds to basically have a conversation with my mother in which he outlines the reasons why me and him may not be together anymore, and how we want to different things, etc...
I'm disassociating out of my body while going 70mph down the interstate in the rain, forced to listen to this conversation coming from the back.
We argue. I drive. He asks me to make permeant decisions about us and that he's going to quit his job and go back home to live with his parents if we aren't together. I tell him I am not continuing this discussion while under duress. He continues to ask. I continue to drive. I scream. It gets quiet.
We don't talk the rest of the drive. We only talk about the dog while we get him situated at the house. My (ex?) starts crying. I don't have the energy to cry..
We have spent the day isolated and away from each other. I have not spoke with my family. I don't know if I will ever again. My sister sent me a text of the door with the hole and a smiley face.
I feel like my entire world just crumbled at once.
I don't know where or who to turn to in this scenario. I feel the lowest and loneliest I have ever felt in my life.
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To give some background, my (27F) father (65M) is very possibly dying from metastatic lung cancer. We found out less than three weeks ago. It has been very stressful for the family and emotions are not exactly level at the moment. I acknowledge that we are all very stressed. It is probably a large contributor to what went down.
So... Given that this is a three-day weekend and we are trying to do more as a family with whatever time we have left, we planned for a small family gathering. Me, my (ex?) fiance (27M), my dad, my mom (68F), my sister (29F), my cousin (38M), and my 2nd cousin (a minor).
Now, this is very important -- Everyone is the household has a dog. My parents have two dogs, one large (2-ishM) and one small (10-ishM). There is also my dog (7M). All of these dogs have met and get a long great and never had issues.
My cousin's dog (2-ishF) and the other dogs have never met. We planned to introduce them in the front yard of leashes and hope for the best. My sister's dog (2-ishF) cannot be around my parent's small dog because of aggressive issues from sister's dog. My sister's dog has undergone "training" to calm her anxiety and behavioral issues, but it has had minor success. The first introduction between my dog and my sister's dog was botched because of a planning issue caused by all sides. My dog holds grudges, so the next controlled introduction was also a failed attempt, and we have avoided having them near each other ever since.
We introduce the dogs. There's teeth and barking, but eventually everything calms down. Once inside the activity picks up. The little dogs start to retreat. It is extremely over stimulating for everyone. My dog retreats to a corner and settles for barking. There is some baring of teeth and lunging involved, too. After the third time of my dog displaying aggression for the cousin's dog, we removed him from the situation.
Eventually, after everything had quieted down a little bit, the dog bones picked up, the dog food removed, and everyone had gotten most of their ya-ya's out, we introduced my dog back to the situation. It was fine, for the most part. We tried to let them figure out the "pecking order" and sometimes that means things getting a little ugly and toothy, but the scuffles were brief.
Now, it is important to mention that my cousin is not staying in my parent's house. Me and (ex?) are, my 2nd cousin is, but my cousin has a bus he uses as a primary residence (go bus/ van life) and so he is staying in there with his dog.
Me and (ex?) run out to go to the gym, the store, and then my sister asks us to go to her house to help with something, which we do. At the point of us leaving that AM, everyone besides my parents were asleep. We get back about two-hours later. At the point when we return, my cousins are awake, the four dogs are all together, and I ask how everyone is getting along. I'm told everyone is fine with each other and that there have been no altercations. The dogs were even laying together for a moment. Me and (ex?) are told to hurry up and get showered and come back down, because we were late for breakfast, and it was getting cold.
We go, shower, get dressed.
(Ex?) goes down first, and comes back a few minutes later saying our dog is bleeding.
Apparently everyone downstairs is saying he banged his head into a table, and it must have happened from that. (Ex?) brings our dog upstairs, and it is very apparent that the bleeding is NOT from running into a table. There are at least four visible puncture wounds from a dog bite on his face. One gusher above his eye (1/2 inch), two superficial bites next to the big one around his eye, and one next to his mouth. My cousin's dog is bigger than our dog. His dog's mouth could absolutely fit most of my dog's head in it.
It is also relevant that my cousin made numerous comments the previous night about his dog being an alpha. He said that she has been known to, "put other dogs in their place" while at the dog park. He did not say any of these ended badly or bloody.
I will also mention here that I know my dog probably antagonized the situation by being a little shit. I know I should have just trusted my gut and removed him from the situation entirely. These are things I am aware of and things I regret.
At this point, we hear my sister come into the house with her dog, and it is pretty apparent that this arrangement is not going to work.
This only adds stress, but it’s not pressing. What is pressing is the fact that the puncture above my dog's eye is still bleeding, that it is larger than a superficial wound, and that I don't want it getting infected and it is a holiday weekend. I text my boss pictures of the bite and ask her to ask her vet if she would advise an emergency trip to the vet, and her vet responds that the bite would probably form an abscess before the weekend was over. So, that was our answer.
We take our dog to the emergency vet. All in all, it takes nearly seven hours. Our dog ended up having to have a sedative and five sutures over all (including two in his ear, which we hadn't previously noticed). We kept being told by the vet that it shouldn't take more than an hour, so we waited. Traffic in that area is BAD. I mean, it took thirty-minutes to go two miles, so we figure it best to wait for him instead of getting into traffic twice to go to my parents' house (20 mins away) and back. During this time, my sister is calling me asking me to run errands delegated to her, my mom is texting and calling asking for status, me and (ex?) had been holding it together pretty well, for the most part. That is until the wait started to get to us, and the constant pings from our phones, and my anxiety and stress about my dad, and my (ex?)’s anxiety and stress about the dogs (he was saying it was he thought it best to take our dog home, which means he would go home, and I know that would upset my dad, so I tell my mom ahead of time)...
Anyway....
After the seven hour wait, we finally get to go back to the house.
Now -- here's the real story now that the brief (HA!!) background has been established.
I call my mom on the way and ask what the current dog situation is, and what the plan is to avoid any more confrontations. Now, me and the (ex?) already discussed that we need to alternate my cousin's dog being in the house and my dog being downstairs. My cousin's dog lives in his bus, so we think that she needs to be in the bus half the day to let our dog be with everyone inside, and then the other half we would put our dog upstairs and let his dog be with everyone. As always, we think my sister's dog just shouldn't be there at all.
My mother pleasantly informs me that "all the big dogs are getting along GREAT!" She says that the plan is to keep all the big dogs outside together, and the little dogs sequestered together inside upstirs. I inform her that it will be raining, and therefore the big dogs cannot stay outside all day, and there is no way that I am OK with my dog being isolated while the other dogs are there barking and playing. She repeats her previous plan, and this is where I kind of lose it, because I'm not here to manage doggy daycare. I'm here for my dying father, and I have seen him for maybe a few hours total and the other time has been spent stressed about dogs.
All the rage and frustration boils to the top, and I go off. I tell my mother that if this was her plan then (ex?) would just take the dog home. She eventually concedes and says that we can do the alternating, but at this point I do NOT trust that this will actually happen. There is a lot of yelling going on, and there is still the variable of my sister's dog (who is still at parents' house). It is too much. I have had enough. I tell my mom that we will just go home if her plan is to keep ALL FIVE dogs on the same property. She explodes on me saying that was my plan from the beginning (mind you, I have been trying for a solid week to help coordinate everyone being there together and brought enough supplies and clothes to last me more than a week. I had planned activities to keep 2nd cousin busy, and there were meals planned as a family -- I, in NO way shape or form, had ANY intentions of dipping on this get together. I am pissed.)
Once I get back to their house, (ex?) stays in the car with our dog, and I run in to get our stuff. I am met with a barrage of blame and accusations as soon as I'm through the door. I am told that this dog bite situation was my fault for leaving my dog downstairs while I took a shower, that my dog was "under-socialized and aggressive." Mind you, my parents both love my dog and frequently have commented on what a good boy he is for the last SEVEN years. Never once mentioning that he was UNDERSOCIALIZED or aggressive. He's a prima donna, sure. He has had moments where he'll lash out when uncomfortable or feeling threatened by another dog, but he has, not ONCE, bitten anything or anyone, or even come close to it. He gets along with my (ex's) families dogs. All of them. And there's a lot.
He has only had two aggressive interactions. With my sister's dog through the fence, which everyone should share blame in, and now my cousin's.
There is a lot thrown around. My sister is smiling and mocking me about wanting everyone together.
My sister fuels the fight, smiling the whole while, and my mother regurgitates sentences that I know aren't coming from her.
It is obvious that there had been discussions that I was not privy too (because I have been stuck in an emergency vet for seven hours), and that everyone (barring the minor cousin and idk about my dad) has come to the conclusion that I am the villain in this scenario and that everything is my fault.
I am in a blind rage at this point. I feel like I am a dog backed into a corner, and everyone is yelling. I am probably yelling the loudest, because I just feel like I have not been heard since getting there. I wanted to keep the dogs separated from the first indication of trouble, and then was told I was overreacting. I specifically said that this would turn very ugly, and was then mocked by my cousin and mom as being overprotective and like a Karen in a dog park, who would jump in between fighting dogs to pull their dog out.
I feel sick at this point. I feel like my back is about to crumble and my head is going to explode. At one point, as I am putting my stuff outside so I can grab my shoes, I come back in to them saying something I can't put together, but I hear my sister say, "Shush! She's coming back" -- and that damn smile is still on her face. I tell my dad I'm sorry, that I would come back to pick him up and bring him to my house, I tell my 2nd cousin the same thing, and then I leave. There is a moment in-between there where I do slam the front door back open, and I admit to putting a hole through the closet door with the doorknob. That's my bad.
I am still fuming while in the car. I tell my (ex?) that when he went back inside to retrieve something he should have defended me, at least a little. Said that the fight was unnecessary on both sides. Something. Especially since I had spent the majority of the afternoon trying to calm him down (he doesn't rage like I do, his is quieter and filled with more anxiety that clouds his ability to think). I called my mom on his urging to begin with. I was just going to go inside and put the other dogs away, smuggle our dog inside and upstairs, and deal with the planning part afterwards. But (ex?) has diagnosed OCD, so sometimes going with the flow is the best option. So I did. I tried, at least.
During the ride back, my (ex?) boyfriend decides out of the blue and without saying anything to me to call my mom, tell her that he doesn't want to associate with them anymore, and that he doesn't plan to see them every again. Yes. We can all agree how childish that is. He would agree too. My terminally ill father is yelling and cussing him out in the background, and my (ex?) clarifies that he would have liked to see my father, but if he doesn't want to see him that that's what it is. My family is complicated. There is a lot of past trauma to unpack, but to put it simply my dad is the most unreasonable person sometimes, but also the one that I get along with the best. My (ex?) also agrees with that.
The call ends. I comment (because I just can't help myself) and tell him how stupid that was. I am in that rage-mode where everything I say is super calm and super condescending. (Ex?) says that I wanted him to defend me, so that's what he was doing.
My (ex?) then decides to take this as a very opportune moment to tell me that he had spent the previous week contemplating breaking up with me. Mind you, that Friday, the Friday that we went to my parents' house, was our eight year-anniversary.
I am mind-boggled.
I continue to drive and the hate in me grows a little more with every mile we go.
Eventually, I hear my (ex?) talking, but I know it's not meant for me. He has called my mom to apologize for everything, for the things that he said. He is the one crying now. Balling. He is so emotional with the things he's saying that I am forced to pull off the highway and into a gas station because the tone makes me uncomfortable to be in a moving vehicle. That was me projecting, but still...
He continues the conversation, continues the apologies, and then says, "I was in a no-win position and being told I didn't defend her (me) and so I called and made the worst mistake of my life."
Naturally, I am beside myself. I feel betrayed. I feel crazy. I feel so outside my body.
To be clear, I never once told him to call her. I just wanted him to defend me, because we both were in agreement about the situation and that their plan on how to handle to dogs was wrong. He was the one pushing the idea that my family was in the wrong.
There is a lot said afterwards. Nothing matters, at this point. He ends up calling my mom again (this time on my urging) to say he was apologizing for what he said on the phone, not the situation as a whole. He says he wasn't taking sides. He stops his conversation more times than I can count to ask me if that was what he was supposed to say. I am livid. I feel disgusting. I tell him repeatedly that I am NOT putting words into his mouth and that he is an adult and can speak for himself. He then proceeds to basically have a conversation with my mother in which he outlines the reasons why me and him may not be together anymore, and how we want to different things, etc...
I'm disassociating out of my body while going 70mph down the interstate in the rain, forced to listen to this conversation coming from the back.
We argue. I drive. He asks me to make permeant decisions about us and that he's going to quit his job and go back home to live with his parents if we aren't together. I tell him I am not continuing this discussion while under duress. He continues to ask. I continue to drive. I scream. It gets quiet.
We don't talk the rest of the drive. We only talk about the dog while we get him situated at the house. My (ex?) starts crying. I don't have the energy to cry..
We have spent the day isolated and away from each other. I have not spoke with my family. I don't know if I will ever again. My sister sent me a text of the door with the hole and a smiley face.
I feel like my entire world just crumbled at once.
I don't know where or who to turn to in this scenario. I feel the lowest and loneliest I have ever felt in my life.
2023.05.29 04:41 ibsthrowaway1255 Toilet Adventures ruined my life, is there no coming back?
So, i don't even know where to begin, when I first started noticing weird issues with my digestion was about 4-5 years ago, every time I went on a plane, and was waiting for said plane to reach liftoff (Where you can't stand up no matter what) I would get this INSTANT urge to use the bathroom, it happened every single time on airplanes, and along it came a panic attack, somehow I was able to control it and eventually when I could get up I went and used the restroom, ended up always being diarrhea. This happened on AIRPLANES only for the longest time, but eventually once randomly while in the highway I got stuck in a traffic jam and the same exact urges came onto me, but iwas able to control them (Not without a panic attack) and after leaving the traffic jam instantly went to the nearest bathroom and basically destroyed it.
So, those are the 2 main places where it happened, but it slowly developed without me even noticing and nowadays, every single day is a day where I'm totally stressed and trying not to shit myself everywhere I go.
School? Problem, daily commute? Problem, leaving the house going to a place I don't know and don't know if ill have access to a bathroom? Problem. Its literally taken control over my whole entire life and its absolutely driving me wild, the stress, the anxiety and everything related to it is driving me nuts. I've started different medications, and even had a colonoscopy and came out clean.
My current medication is Clonazepam 2.5 mg/L droplets 12 total thru ought the day, 50MG Amitriptyline during the night, alongside 5MG Olanzapine I feel like it's not working, and I'm at my wits end. Anybody experienced the things I've mentioned?
How did you deal with them? I'm really starting to lose all hope regarding their being a cure for what I'm experiencing, my psychologist alongside psychiatrist feels like they have been no help.
I've started only eating at 2PM and having no breakfast or food at night due to the anxiety getting worse the next day because i actually still have MORE food in my stomach. Before all of this my life was perfect but in a span of like a year it feels like it's been totally ruined. I'm tired, stressed, and absolutely overwhelmed by this issue. (Pardon any spelling or redaction mistakes, I'm not a native English speaker.)
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So, those are the 2 main places where it happened, but it slowly developed without me even noticing and nowadays, every single day is a day where I'm totally stressed and trying not to shit myself everywhere I go.
School? Problem, daily commute? Problem, leaving the house going to a place I don't know and don't know if ill have access to a bathroom? Problem. Its literally taken control over my whole entire life and its absolutely driving me wild, the stress, the anxiety and everything related to it is driving me nuts. I've started different medications, and even had a colonoscopy and came out clean.
My current medication is Clonazepam 2.5 mg/L droplets 12 total thru ought the day, 50MG Amitriptyline during the night, alongside 5MG Olanzapine I feel like it's not working, and I'm at my wits end. Anybody experienced the things I've mentioned?
How did you deal with them? I'm really starting to lose all hope regarding their being a cure for what I'm experiencing, my psychologist alongside psychiatrist feels like they have been no help.
I've started only eating at 2PM and having no breakfast or food at night due to the anxiety getting worse the next day because i actually still have MORE food in my stomach. Before all of this my life was perfect but in a span of like a year it feels like it's been totally ruined. I'm tired, stressed, and absolutely overwhelmed by this issue. (Pardon any spelling or redaction mistakes, I'm not a native English speaker.)
2023.05.29 04:39 MarilynMonroeWannabe Marilyn Monroe & Audrey Hepburn
I wish we could’ve seen Marilyn Monroe & Audrey Hepburn in a movie together. They would’ve been so iconic together! Like in Breakfast at Tiffanys, when Audrey plays Holly Golightly, a glamorous call girl. If only they could’ve fit Marilyn in the mix, as well.
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2023.05.29 04:39 bs_Nguyen_Ngoc BÍ QUYẾT KẾT HỢP AHA VÀ B5 ĐÚNG CÁCH
 | Xin chào mọi người! Hôm nay mình muốn chia sẻ một bí quyết giúp bạn tận dụng tối đa sự kết hợp giữa AHA và B5 trong chăm sóc da của mình. submitted by bs_Nguyen_Ngoc to u/bs_Nguyen_Ngoc [link] [comments] Mọi người đã biết rằng AHA là một loại acid tự nhiên giúp làm sáng da, tẩy tế bào chết và làm mờ nếp nhăn. Trong khi đó, B5 là một loại vitamin B5 giàu dưỡng chất và có khả năng giữ ẩm tuyệt vời cho da. Khi kết hợp cùng nhau, chúng tạo thành một "cặp đôi hoàn hảo" để giúp da trở nên mềm mịn, mịn màng và rạng rỡ hơn. Nhưng để sử dụng AHA và B5 đúng cách, chúng ta cần chú ý một số điểm quan trọng. Đầu tiên, hãy chọn sản phẩm chứa AHA và B5 có nguồn gốc tin cậy và chất lượng. Điều này đảm bảo an toàn cho da và mang lại hiệu quả tối ưu Tiếp theo, hãy thử áp dụng sản phẩm này vào quy trình chăm sóc da hàng ngày của bạn. Đừng quên áp dụng theo hướng dẫn để tránh gây kích ứng da và đạt được kết quả tốt nhất. https://preview.redd.it/svanw07a5q2b1.png?width=1019&format=png&auto=webp&s=0c19e707ed8b60cd1ea41412024779fa7a1f5100 Một lưu ý quan trọng khác là đừng sử dụng AHA và B5 cùng lúc với các sản phẩm khác chứa các thành phần không tương thích. Điều này có thể ảnh hưởng đến hiệu quả của cả hai và gây hại cho da của bạn Cuối cùng, hãy nhớ luôn bảo vệ da khỏi tác động của ánh nắng mặt trời bằng cách sử dụng kem chống nắng hàng ngày. Điều này giúp duy trì làn da khỏe mạnh và tránh tác động xấu từ môi trường. Mình hy vọng những chia sẻ này sẽ giúp các bạn sử dụng AHA và B5 đúng cách để có một làn da khỏe đẹp. Hãy chia sẻ ý kiến của bạn về kết hợp này! Bạn đã sử dụng AHA và B5 chưa? Hãy chia sẻ trải nghiệm của bạn dưới phần bình luận để chúng ta cùng học hỏi và trao đổi nhé! #skincare #chamsocda #beauty #AHA #B5 #làmđep #da #làmđẹp #tips #chamsoc #LinkedInSEO https://twitter.com/bs_NguyenNgoc/status/1663011718799462400 https://www.pinterest.com/pin/889531363882465809 https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/l%2525C6%2525B0u-%2525C3%2525BD-khi-s%2525E1%2525BB%2525AD-d%2525E1%2525BB%2525A5ng-b5-v%2525C3%2525A0-aha-%2525C4%252591%2525E1%2525BB%252583-%2525C4%252591%2525E1%2525BA%2525A3m-b%2525E1%2525BA%2525A3o-to%2525C3%2525A0n-bs-nguyenngoc%3FtrackingId=Gdn0t9U4Scu782AHjK3rKQ%253D%253D/?trackingId=Gdn0t9U4Scu782AHjK3rKQ%3D%3D |
2023.05.29 04:23 WrittenLucky A Internship with a Cocky Drunken Warrior [AA4A] [Cocky] [Banter] [Stubborn Listener] [Flirty] [Close Proximity] [Strangers/Enemies to Lovers][Sweet Bartender] [CW: Threats and slight profanity]
Summary for listener- You, a member of the prestige, are assigned an internship in combat with one of the biggest warriors across Maldoria. As you trek to a little tavern to find this warrior, you soon learn this internship will be more difficult than you think.
Summary for VA- As a master of your sword, you’ve brought many Kingdoms down to their knees with a single mention of your name. A cocky bastard, some may say, but none were left alive to repeat it. You’ve experienced many gruesome wars, battle scars peppered across your body and a bitter (but flirty?) personality left behind. Now, you lay drunkenly in a bar ranting and complaining about your missions when another irritating intern stumbles their way into the bar. [Tags]: [AA4A] [Cocky] [Banter] [Stubborn Listener] [Flirty] [Close Proximity] [Sweet Bartender] [CW: Threats and slight profanity]
AA4A audio around : any alternative names you choose are fine!
Characters: T/B= Bartender Bernie: Total sweetheart, who runs/works at the tavern and tends to the listener. W= Warrior- Rough around the edges, angsty who drinks on the daily. Cocky bastard? Maybe hehe.
TW/CW: Insinuating violence, light profanity/cursing, weapon mention.
This portion of the script includes multiple voices! Alterations of the amount of people is allowed but it may alter the way of the story!
Usage- Anything is fine, change of words/Names, improvision, etc. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ (Just keep it appropriate ofc!)
Monetization/Paywalls- This script is fine for any monetization or such, but I so want access to the fill for free please!
Script Link! Enjoy!<3
First script woohoo!! Any construction criticism would be appreciated!
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Summary for VA- As a master of your sword, you’ve brought many Kingdoms down to their knees with a single mention of your name. A cocky bastard, some may say, but none were left alive to repeat it. You’ve experienced many gruesome wars, battle scars peppered across your body and a bitter (but flirty?) personality left behind. Now, you lay drunkenly in a bar ranting and complaining about your missions when another irritating intern stumbles their way into the bar. [Tags]: [AA4A] [Cocky] [Banter] [Stubborn Listener] [Flirty] [Close Proximity] [Sweet Bartender] [CW: Threats and slight profanity]
AA4A audio around : any alternative names you choose are fine!
Characters: T/B= Bartender Bernie: Total sweetheart, who runs/works at the tavern and tends to the listener. W= Warrior- Rough around the edges, angsty who drinks on the daily. Cocky bastard? Maybe hehe.
TW/CW: Insinuating violence, light profanity/cursing, weapon mention.
This portion of the script includes multiple voices! Alterations of the amount of people is allowed but it may alter the way of the story!
Usage- Anything is fine, change of words/Names, improvision, etc. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ (Just keep it appropriate ofc!)
Monetization/Paywalls- This script is fine for any monetization or such, but I so want access to the fill for free please!
Script Link! Enjoy!<3
First script woohoo!! Any construction criticism would be appreciated!