I think I'm sappy...
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code-frog wrote:
Seems like he's coping well.
uhhh... yeah... sniper skills... that's coping! :omg: :omg: I truly hope you never deal with an ex. Just remember to have toast with your wife once in a while too! ;P
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
He's said that he misses his Ex ... but his aim is improving.
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And it probably annoys most of you but... I work at home. I work more hours than probably all of you and yet I still think I have it better and here's why. I was up at 6:00AM my time (it's now 8:30) and I got to have breakfast with my son before he left for school. We watched the transformers cartoon together and they he left. (Kind of cool.) Then my little 3 year old daughter woke up and she's my secret treasure. She's my "little bear" and she knows it. She won't let me call her anything else and she corrects any other adult that calls her Paige and says, "My name is little bear." and that's cool. She's been little bear since she was about 6 months old. So at 8:15 she drags her pink velvet piggie into my office and says she wants toast. I tell her to give me 5 minutes but I think she knows what that means. So she doesn't leave instead she enters further and starts grabbing stuff... calculator, remote control for house alarm, cell phone, headset and even my mouse. Clearly she's not leaving until she gets toast. So I get to stop and drop what I'm doing and carry her out to the kitchen counter where I put her in her usual spot and I make toast under her very watchful eye. I have to make it and I have to trim off the crust and eat it for her before she eats her toast. She has to make sure the crust is gone before she will eat. She also won't eat until she gets a napkin that she never uses because she licks each finger off very carefully. She then tells me about her piggie and all the errands that she has to run today. She is "so busy" and has to go pick up the kids. She has to go to the store "...to buy more toys..." and she also has to cook dinner. All of this is rather unremarkable unless you know me and understand that I love it so much and crave every second. I wish each second could last forever. What makes it all the more remarkable is that 4 years ago that was not the case. My kids were a hassle. I just wanted to work. I really didn't care about anything else other than code and keeping Katie alive. I was a really abrupt person. I didn't smile much and I generally viewed life as a distraction that kept me from work. I was a hard person. I didn't really appreciate my kids and they knew it. I didn't make time for them and I didn't want to. I was a stressed person and really felt that work and money, lots and lots of money (to pay for Katie's care) was the way to happiness and that's how I lived. I worked for money to pay for Katie and keep her alive. I was a very empty, sad person. Maybe even angry at
:cool: Bravo :cool: I'm going through a major life/work decision. I feel your pain. Deep inside me I know I am workaholic ( full time job + side business in the evening & weekends ). For reasons beyond my comprehension, I feel this is going to be a short timer, but I am also scared this may pull me down longer than what I think it may take. Most of us suffer from lack of balance between Work & Family needs. I guess they should introduce that course into CS program. After all no single course can prepare a person for what life has to offer.:~
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And it probably annoys most of you but... I work at home. I work more hours than probably all of you and yet I still think I have it better and here's why. I was up at 6:00AM my time (it's now 8:30) and I got to have breakfast with my son before he left for school. We watched the transformers cartoon together and they he left. (Kind of cool.) Then my little 3 year old daughter woke up and she's my secret treasure. She's my "little bear" and she knows it. She won't let me call her anything else and she corrects any other adult that calls her Paige and says, "My name is little bear." and that's cool. She's been little bear since she was about 6 months old. So at 8:15 she drags her pink velvet piggie into my office and says she wants toast. I tell her to give me 5 minutes but I think she knows what that means. So she doesn't leave instead she enters further and starts grabbing stuff... calculator, remote control for house alarm, cell phone, headset and even my mouse. Clearly she's not leaving until she gets toast. So I get to stop and drop what I'm doing and carry her out to the kitchen counter where I put her in her usual spot and I make toast under her very watchful eye. I have to make it and I have to trim off the crust and eat it for her before she eats her toast. She has to make sure the crust is gone before she will eat. She also won't eat until she gets a napkin that she never uses because she licks each finger off very carefully. She then tells me about her piggie and all the errands that she has to run today. She is "so busy" and has to go pick up the kids. She has to go to the store "...to buy more toys..." and she also has to cook dinner. All of this is rather unremarkable unless you know me and understand that I love it so much and crave every second. I wish each second could last forever. What makes it all the more remarkable is that 4 years ago that was not the case. My kids were a hassle. I just wanted to work. I really didn't care about anything else other than code and keeping Katie alive. I was a really abrupt person. I didn't smile much and I generally viewed life as a distraction that kept me from work. I was a hard person. I didn't really appreciate my kids and they knew it. I didn't make time for them and I didn't want to. I was a stressed person and really felt that work and money, lots and lots of money (to pay for Katie's care) was the way to happiness and that's how I lived. I worked for money to pay for Katie and keep her alive. I was a very empty, sad person. Maybe even angry at
You're sappy only if you "pine" away about it. :rim-shot:
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You're sappy only if you "pine" away about it. :rim-shot:
Software Zen:
delete this;Gary Wheeler wrote:
You're sappy only if you "pine" away about it. :rim-shot:
I should have known someone would be the ash of a joke here....
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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Gary Wheeler wrote:
You're sappy only if you "pine" away about it. :rim-shot:
I should have known someone would be the ash of a joke here....
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
I'm surprised some son of a birch hasn't one-voted me yet.
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And it probably annoys most of you but... I work at home. I work more hours than probably all of you and yet I still think I have it better and here's why. I was up at 6:00AM my time (it's now 8:30) and I got to have breakfast with my son before he left for school. We watched the transformers cartoon together and they he left. (Kind of cool.) Then my little 3 year old daughter woke up and she's my secret treasure. She's my "little bear" and she knows it. She won't let me call her anything else and she corrects any other adult that calls her Paige and says, "My name is little bear." and that's cool. She's been little bear since she was about 6 months old. So at 8:15 she drags her pink velvet piggie into my office and says she wants toast. I tell her to give me 5 minutes but I think she knows what that means. So she doesn't leave instead she enters further and starts grabbing stuff... calculator, remote control for house alarm, cell phone, headset and even my mouse. Clearly she's not leaving until she gets toast. So I get to stop and drop what I'm doing and carry her out to the kitchen counter where I put her in her usual spot and I make toast under her very watchful eye. I have to make it and I have to trim off the crust and eat it for her before she eats her toast. She has to make sure the crust is gone before she will eat. She also won't eat until she gets a napkin that she never uses because she licks each finger off very carefully. She then tells me about her piggie and all the errands that she has to run today. She is "so busy" and has to go pick up the kids. She has to go to the store "...to buy more toys..." and she also has to cook dinner. All of this is rather unremarkable unless you know me and understand that I love it so much and crave every second. I wish each second could last forever. What makes it all the more remarkable is that 4 years ago that was not the case. My kids were a hassle. I just wanted to work. I really didn't care about anything else other than code and keeping Katie alive. I was a really abrupt person. I didn't smile much and I generally viewed life as a distraction that kept me from work. I was a hard person. I didn't really appreciate my kids and they knew it. I didn't make time for them and I didn't want to. I was a stressed person and really felt that work and money, lots and lots of money (to pay for Katie's care) was the way to happiness and that's how I lived. I worked for money to pay for Katie and keep her alive. I was a very empty, sad person. Maybe even angry at
Hey, I concur! I work from home also and care for my 3 year old daughter. In the middle of some really difficult C# designs, she'll pull my sleeve (hard) and say "Daddy, I want Leggo Eggos". Okay, pause. Break out the toaster. Sit down. "Daddy, water". Okay, haven't even clicked resume yet. Sit again. "Daddy, put on Nemo". I get frustrated but then realize that this is her entire world right now. I get the bulk of my work done between 5:30 and 8:30am. Then 7:00pm and 11:00pm. But I struggle on weekends when I want my quiet time, and that means no family activities. And every year they get older and my saying is "I'm always running up against the clock". But that clock ticks on. That balance is hard, really hard. We all strive for that balance you seek. It's not easy. With my first born son I was traveling the globe and missed out on really fundamental things like ultra-sounds and doctors appointments. When my daughter was born, 7 years later, it was all new for me but I didn't realize that it was what I missed out on with my son. That's regret that I'll always live with. At the time I was too preoccupied to realize it. And regret really sucks, trust me. And it keeps "sucking" whenever I miss out on things that matter to everyone else. I guess my advice is try to balance and mitigate that damn regret thing. "I think I'm sappy..." when saying that regret is one of the worst things a person can have in life. Enjoy the moment and don't worry about tomorrow. Every day your kids smack you over the head and say "get up!", is the best day ever. BTW, what type of work do you do? Best Regards, Bert
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And it probably annoys most of you but... I work at home. I work more hours than probably all of you and yet I still think I have it better and here's why. I was up at 6:00AM my time (it's now 8:30) and I got to have breakfast with my son before he left for school. We watched the transformers cartoon together and they he left. (Kind of cool.) Then my little 3 year old daughter woke up and she's my secret treasure. She's my "little bear" and she knows it. She won't let me call her anything else and she corrects any other adult that calls her Paige and says, "My name is little bear." and that's cool. She's been little bear since she was about 6 months old. So at 8:15 she drags her pink velvet piggie into my office and says she wants toast. I tell her to give me 5 minutes but I think she knows what that means. So she doesn't leave instead she enters further and starts grabbing stuff... calculator, remote control for house alarm, cell phone, headset and even my mouse. Clearly she's not leaving until she gets toast. So I get to stop and drop what I'm doing and carry her out to the kitchen counter where I put her in her usual spot and I make toast under her very watchful eye. I have to make it and I have to trim off the crust and eat it for her before she eats her toast. She has to make sure the crust is gone before she will eat. She also won't eat until she gets a napkin that she never uses because she licks each finger off very carefully. She then tells me about her piggie and all the errands that she has to run today. She is "so busy" and has to go pick up the kids. She has to go to the store "...to buy more toys..." and she also has to cook dinner. All of this is rather unremarkable unless you know me and understand that I love it so much and crave every second. I wish each second could last forever. What makes it all the more remarkable is that 4 years ago that was not the case. My kids were a hassle. I just wanted to work. I really didn't care about anything else other than code and keeping Katie alive. I was a really abrupt person. I didn't smile much and I generally viewed life as a distraction that kept me from work. I was a hard person. I didn't really appreciate my kids and they knew it. I didn't make time for them and I didn't want to. I was a stressed person and really felt that work and money, lots and lots of money (to pay for Katie's care) was the way to happiness and that's how I lived. I worked for money to pay for Katie and keep her alive. I was a very empty, sad person. Maybe even angry at
I'm happy to hear that you've changed the "all bran" for toasts... :rolleyes: Truly Rex it is really great to hear that... all this time here has been somehow a pain and hearing that now things are at least getting better inside you it is great. Congrats and enjoy the moment... :rose: PS (JOKE): If you have some spare time and you would like to help me with my work... I think I'm starting to become a lonely hairy sheperd that need some bran... :((
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I'm surprised some son of a birch hasn't one-voted me yet.
Software Zen:
delete this;Gary Wheeler wrote:
I'm surprised some son of a birch hasn't one-voted me yet.
give 'em a chance, they haven't found this new branch.
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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And it probably annoys most of you but... I work at home. I work more hours than probably all of you and yet I still think I have it better and here's why. I was up at 6:00AM my time (it's now 8:30) and I got to have breakfast with my son before he left for school. We watched the transformers cartoon together and they he left. (Kind of cool.) Then my little 3 year old daughter woke up and she's my secret treasure. She's my "little bear" and she knows it. She won't let me call her anything else and she corrects any other adult that calls her Paige and says, "My name is little bear." and that's cool. She's been little bear since she was about 6 months old. So at 8:15 she drags her pink velvet piggie into my office and says she wants toast. I tell her to give me 5 minutes but I think she knows what that means. So she doesn't leave instead she enters further and starts grabbing stuff... calculator, remote control for house alarm, cell phone, headset and even my mouse. Clearly she's not leaving until she gets toast. So I get to stop and drop what I'm doing and carry her out to the kitchen counter where I put her in her usual spot and I make toast under her very watchful eye. I have to make it and I have to trim off the crust and eat it for her before she eats her toast. She has to make sure the crust is gone before she will eat. She also won't eat until she gets a napkin that she never uses because she licks each finger off very carefully. She then tells me about her piggie and all the errands that she has to run today. She is "so busy" and has to go pick up the kids. She has to go to the store "...to buy more toys..." and she also has to cook dinner. All of this is rather unremarkable unless you know me and understand that I love it so much and crave every second. I wish each second could last forever. What makes it all the more remarkable is that 4 years ago that was not the case. My kids were a hassle. I just wanted to work. I really didn't care about anything else other than code and keeping Katie alive. I was a really abrupt person. I didn't smile much and I generally viewed life as a distraction that kept me from work. I was a hard person. I didn't really appreciate my kids and they knew it. I didn't make time for them and I didn't want to. I was a stressed person and really felt that work and money, lots and lots of money (to pay for Katie's care) was the way to happiness and that's how I lived. I worked for money to pay for Katie and keep her alive. I was a very empty, sad person. Maybe even angry at
code-frog wrote:
So I think I have it way better than any of you.
Kudos, but you should realize this is very subjective to where you are at in your life. Begin firmly in my bachelor phase I read your post as "I had to get up early and babysit for 2-3 hours before I could get any work done or have time for myself." Aside from watching Transformers and free vacations most of that sounded horrible to me. To each his own.
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Gary Wheeler wrote:
I'm surprised some son of a birch hasn't one-voted me yet.
give 'em a chance, they haven't found this new branch.
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
Oh my oaking head, the puns are getting thicket in here...
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Oh my oaking head, the puns are getting thicket in here...
Software Zen:
delete this;Gary Wheeler wrote:
the puns are getting thicket in here...
yup, we're both working over-thyme.
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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Gary Wheeler wrote:
the puns are getting thicket in here...
yup, we're both working over-thyme.
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
I think we can just palm it off as a little innocent fun. Some people just can't see the forest for the trees.
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I think we can just palm it off as a little innocent fun. Some people just can't see the forest for the trees.
Software Zen:
delete this;I am sure someone is keeping a log of it all. either that or we're both about to get axed about it....
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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I am sure someone is keeping a log of it all. either that or we're both about to get axed about it....
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
Chris is probably kindling an interest in feeding us to the hamsters.
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Chris is probably kindling an interest in feeding us to the hamsters.
Software Zen:
delete this;Gary Wheeler wrote:
Chris is probably kindling an interest in feeding us to the hamsters.
He is hoping we'll get stumped at any moment, though I am sure he is getting the hamsters set to attack just in case....
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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Gary Wheeler wrote:
Chris is probably kindling an interest in feeding us to the hamsters.
He is hoping we'll get stumped at any moment, though I am sure he is getting the hamsters set to attack just in case....
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
I don't know why. I think the timber of our thread has been pretty polite, although it probably does violate the kid-sister rule. I guess we can leave that to fall where it may.
Software Zen:
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I don't know why. I think the timber of our thread has been pretty polite, although it probably does violate the kid-sister rule. I guess we can leave that to fall where it may.
Software Zen:
delete this;You guys just can't leaf one perfectly good thread alone...
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You guys just can't leaf one perfectly good thread alone...
liquidplasmaflow wrote:
You guys just can't leaf one perfectly good thread alone...
why wood we?
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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liquidplasmaflow wrote:
You guys just can't leaf one perfectly good thread alone...
why wood we?
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
El Corazon wrote:
why wood we?
I just can't help but wonder if you're barking up the wrong tree :cool:
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El Corazon wrote:
why wood we?
I just can't help but wonder if you're barking up the wrong tree :cool:
nope, just sprucing myself up for the moment. Its all in good pun.
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)