The second emoji is what came up when I typed in meeting.
Had one hell of a psych session… big emotions. Good session but the kind that you need to sit down and process for 30 minutes afterwards. I had thought I might pack my shoes and some other stuff tonight but it isn’t happening. It’s been a big week and more to come with the real move coming up.
I am not being lazy or weak, I am pacing myself 👍
Go you for attending the psych session! Good attitude, put your feet up and relax a bit. You deserve it!!!
hugs
I was just thinking to myself today that no one starts or does everything at the same time. And starts are the hardest as learning curves are real and take a lot of work. Life naturally just spaces itself out with different demands happening at different times. Systems are set up at different times, skills learnt at different times.
Life is naturally paced. That’s how people can do so much .
It’s how I did it as a teen even. Got some education. Got a job. Moved out. Did more education. One big start at a time.
Got my payslip.
Picking up the car on my birthday Saturday!
It’s all coming up millhouse!
Also, a story in 2 photos:
Then meowing for my to get her down…
You softy. I would put a tin of salmon on the floor and walk away.
I am absolutely a softy lol
Yay for the cat righting reflex!
I have an understanding, but no words.
Watching her scale the security door with claws out, hanging for a bit, then doing the mad jump to the top of the door is nuts.
And all in 30 seconds from a standing start lol
She’s so strong! Look at her mighty form up on high, surveying her kingdom and her silly ape-slave… Who, coincidentally, will assist her dismount from her tightrope-throne!
Praise Be Gibson 🙌🏼
🤣🤣🤣 This got me genuinely laughing out loud.
I don’t know how they don’t hurt their claws on the screen doors, but mine have been known to do the same!
The pitiful ‘I’m stuck’ mews, then they do it again 20 seconds after being rescued
Nothing will ever beat the defeated look Gibson gives me when she gets wrapped up in a plastic bag and needs me to help her 🤣
TIL that cat claws are an appendage of the paw bone structure. Completely unlike humans whose nails are a part of skin structure.
That’s why cats can support their body weight with claws.
And why declawing is an utter horror now rightfully banned most places
Holy shit. Makes complete sense!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!!
spoiler
I forgot to buy cheese on the way home from work. My life is over
I must keep a constant supply of cheese in the fridge or Miniest will kill me
🐀
RIP
As long as you haven’t run out of smoked fish……
No I restocked recently thank God
Good night everyone. Sweet dreams. 😘
Night Seagoon!
After many phone calls tonight I can now finally have dinner.
Watching some shows then I’ll hit the sack.
Friend I met up with today said she doesn’t drive because her ex crashed into a tree after she broke up with him and thought it was her fault. But she has spoken to me about driving on the ring road with her dad and driving to her sport practice. It’s just that she needs a ride whenever I go out with her. Another friend wants me to pick up her too good to go box which is a 10 minute drive away. I feel iffy about saying yes because she constantly asks me to check if things are in stock for her at my work and asked me to help jump-start her car because she had no one else. I don’t mind doing a nice thing for a friend, but I just feel like these people are using me.
hmmm, that all sounds a bit like emotionally manipulative bullshit on their part.
Politely decline and see what happens.
She’s manipulative just like her ex was. I will not be driving her anymore. The other friend is also a user.
Good for you! I’ve let people use me in the past and it wasted a lot of my time and energy for nothing.
Less than nothing actually. Because they actively made my life worse.
Gosh that’s horrible. I guess if anything, it goes to show that you have a kind heart.
Nothing wrong with a kind heart just be careful. 😘
Absolutely
That’s nice of you to say :) I’ve definitely learned to be more selective about who I let into my life.
No lesson is easy I guess.
I must be getting old but I just can’t stand that bs anymore.
And you aren’t even giving genuinely needed help, you’re a convenience and that’s different.
They can walk or get a bus or get uber. Asking for a lift , I can’t even imagine it. Unless it’s hospital and even then I would expect them to make an effort.
Exactly, I never ask anyone for a lift because I always feel so bad. But these people have absolutely no problem doing so. As a child, my mum was very paranoid about safety and was a SAHM so I had the privilege of being driven around, and expected that I was meant to do the same thing for others.
I know people aren’t raised the same way, and not everyone has the same level of agreeableness. It still just baffles me.
Yeah, I learned never do for another person what they can do for themselves :(
Goodnight from the Red room❤️
Melbcat has been wrangled for her meds… she’s forgiven me and is now curled up as the little spoon
aww, hugs
Made a thread for tomorrow.
The friend who I’m picking up the food for is going to give me some food and I might ask her about GitHub to attempt to make a bot.
I’ve been looking into an RSS bot for here and it seems doable. There are options for creating posts, pinning them, and unpinning posts.
My biggest problem is getting docker to work
thank you 😘
TIL The Cure has been around for nearly 50 years 🤯
Yes, but not all of it fantastic
I haven’t really paid attention. I have a few albums, mostly old ones.
Ah man… I probably shouldn’t push myself physically. I risk injury and the pain and fatigue lasts for days.
I just get bored you know? I wish I could just get motivated to do art or keep learning languages. But nope. All the energy goes to surviving and then I just turn to the net and social media for mental stimulation.
I remember when I didn’t even have social media and was just… completely self sufficient. That’s when I was a lot more able to be physically active though
I used to read many more books.
And truthfully, if it weren’t for the dt and you beautiful people here I wouldn’t be on social media at all.
Surprise! 1st strawberry from the patch this season. Was watering and thought… hmmmm… something red is hiding there. 🍓
😋
Nice one! There is nothing like a properly ripened fresh strawberry.
Congrats! Looks luscious!
It was a very nice surprise!
That’s so cute! Who gets to eat it?
It’s all mine… gotta have some rewards!
Lucky duck!!!
Woo! Few things in my horticultural life have excited me as much as the first strawb of the season!
I knew you’d understand my delight!
yum 🙂
It was!
Magpie meowed… I think I’ve been feeding them too much cat food.
That’s adorable lol
Went to pick up some extra food for a few days and came across some bargains
3kg bag of oranges for 5 dollars and a bag with 4 bunches of chinese broccoli or something for 2 bucks.
Felt like I made off like a bandit and has left me fairly happy with myself.
Also this afternoon was way smoother with almost no hassles compared to yesterday’s drama.
Edit: I also grabbed some red wine and pink moscato.
Went shopping with friend who wants to rebuild my wardrobe. Bought nothing but she bought some cheap earrings, only to leave the bag of them on the bus. I followed the bus in the car and she ran to get her earrings.
Shopping is exhausting. Very lucky to have such a first world problem. But I hate shopping centres and browsing.
There is a special Hell for people who think bra shopping is fun
Those weirdos walk amongst us!
Wait… there are people who think bra shopping is fun?
Wait until you have to buy bras for other people. This is a whole new dimension of not fun. Did that while my late bloke was working in Timor Leste for the army as a contractor just after the fighting stopped. The army women found that they couldn’t buy bras locally due to size and durability issues - like, a bra would last for a month or two at most and were usually far too small. And the uniform issue ones were truly horrible to wear if you were a generous size and even those were in short supply. So my bloke asked me to buy up bras at Vic market and send them up to Timor Leste. I’d get a list of sizes and had to find as many as possible to those specs. Then the fun times of arranging postage …
It sounds fun, but my wife has never taken me along.
Yes, she hates bra shopping.
