I think I'm sappy...
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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.
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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)
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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
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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
Awesome read!! I feel like I'm in the same boat you were in: work work work work, not enjoying it, not enjoying life, getting depressed, being irritable all the time. It's really starting to affect my family, especially my 3 year old son. Thanks for the uplifting story! Sometimes I just need to hear about other peoples experiences, to know that I'm not the only one who goes through rough patches in life, and there's light at the end of the tunnel, but I have to swim hard to get there. Thank you!
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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;If a thread falls in the forum and no one cares does it still make a sound?
Otherwise [Microsoft is] toast in the long term no matter how much money they've got. They would be already if the Linux community didn't have it's head so firmly up it's own command line buffer that it looks like taking 15 years to find the desktop. -- Matthew Faithfull
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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 still remember your posts from after the Jamaica trip - tell your friends a thank you from me.
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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
Nice post Rex. However, I have it the best - and I would hope that every other parent feels the same. It's great that you are turning the corner now though - I think it's fantastic; and Katie is still one of the cutest kids I've seen. Let me know what Hawaii is like - a few years ago Jennifer and I booked up to spend a month visiting friends in America and holidaying in Hawaii. The day after I booked, we found out that Jennifer was pregnant with Catherine and she was due the week we were supposed to fly out. I don't regret not going on that holiday; having kids was the best thing that happend to us.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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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.
No, I didn't have to babysit. It's just a day filled with little 15 minute snapshots with my kids then the nights and weekends. I'd say I work baseline 12 actual hours and spend all the rest with my kids and that's a good thing. I used to think, "My wife wanted kids." I don't think that anymore. How old are you? If you are young less than 20 - 30 don't be surprised if your view changes once you cross 30. Watch your grandparents die and then your view on life and loneliness will change... maybe.:rose:
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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
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Wow, thanks for posting that. I cant wait to be a parent and only hope I can make half as good a job as you.
Josh Gray wrote:
I cant wait to be a parent and only hope I can make half as good a job as you
When you get it right - it's the best feeling in the world.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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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
Thanks for the post Rex. I'm working from home now, and loving the time with my son, but that ends in 2 weeks. I hope things continue to work out for you.
This blanket smells like ham
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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
Wow, that's cool. :cool: :rose: I wish I could say something similarly positive about my life.
Richard of York gave battle in vain.
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If a thread falls in the forum and no one cares does it still make a sound?
Otherwise [Microsoft is] toast in the long term no matter how much money they've got. They would be already if the Linux community didn't have it's head so firmly up it's own command line buffer that it looks like taking 15 years to find the desktop. -- Matthew Faithfull
Apparently knot.
Software Zen:
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