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Start here => Free For ALL => Topic started by: Natalia Evans on April 06, 2016, 02:33:23 PM
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So my husband and I went to go pick up our Playstation 3 and it turned it wasn't really broken, it had a broken comb in the player and he took it out and it played the discs fine. My husband and I both had the same ideas about who might have done this. It costs us 20 bucks for the broken comb. My daughter once put these little stuffed toys in our VCR and it made this jamming sound and I had to pull them out. Our son never did anything like this but he did put a TV remote in a glass of water once and the TV remote still worked fine luckily. But my daughter did once throw one of my son's Disney books in the bath tub filled with water. I can remember I did a lot of shitty things when I was a kid and it doesn't stop at three and my baby brother broke my mom's record player when he was about eighteen months. But we all sure get payback from our own children.
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Kids be kids
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Also relevant:
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I know this is supposed to be a humorous thread. but I have spent a significant part of the day consoling the PR because a guy she liked in school died. I am so tired of tears and "hug me"s. At least it's sadness and a reasonable reaction to Stephen's passing. But it sure got old.
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Mine just got a new steady girlfriend.
It's been almost 2 years now I think since I was traumatized by the mother of the last one arriving drunk on Saki after her daughters birthday celebration at the Chinese restaurant...then puking in her truck and passing out on my sofa.
...and I liked her so much better than the psychotic bible thumper/super mom with 10 kids that was the mother of the one before her.
I am scared. Really, really scared.
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Mine just got a new steady girlfriend.
It's been almost 2 years now I think since I was traumatized by the mother of the last one arriving drunk on Saki after her daughters birthday celebration at the Chinese restaurant...then puking in her truck and passing out on my sofa.
...and I liked her so much better than the psychotic bible thumper/super mom with 10 kids that was the mother of the one before her.
I am scared. Really, really scared.
As long as the new one doesn't puke in your truck! :laugh:
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Mine just got a new steady girlfriend.
It's been almost 2 years now I think since I was traumatized by the mother of the last one arriving drunk on Saki after her daughters birthday celebration at the Chinese restaurant...then puking in her truck and passing out on my sofa.
...and I liked her so much better than the psychotic bible thumper/super mom with 10 kids that was the mother of the one before her.
I am scared. Really, really scared.
As long as the new one doesn't puke in your truck! :laugh:
Her ass would be on a milk carton. :flames:
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My youngest son liked putting things in the VCR toys, remote controls and once a peanut butter and jelly sandwich :2thumbsup: Wait till they get older and the teen drama begins. :zombiefuck:
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No lasting regrets about being childless. Parenthood is a brutal job, and I'm not up for it. :P
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No lasting regrets about being childless. Parenthood is a brutal job, and I'm not up for it. :P
In my job I am a carer for elderly people, many of which have dementia. In a lot of cases dementia causes a child-like mindset.
If I spend my actual working hours looking after people with a child-like mindset while getting paid for it and having some of the people being genuinely pleased and thankful for my service, the last thing I want to do is look after actual children without any rewards. :headhurts:
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Yeah, actual children can seem very ungrateful. My mother said so all the time. :headhurts:
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http://www.shitmykidsruined.com/
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Hahaha! Me too!
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Hahaha! Me too!
Me three...even after having one. :LOL:
Love my son, but every time someone tries to hand me a baby to hold I'm looking for an escape route.
Been there, done that...remember spit on my t-shirt 24/7, trying to figure out what he wanted until he could talk, losing a lot of my hair from him tugging on it, and too many sleepless nights.
Nope.
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Comedian Dara O'Briain did the "awww"-test with his audience, simply spelling out - "lambs!" "AWWWWWW!" "kittens!" "AWWWWWWWWWW!" "baby crocodiles!" "AWWWWWWWWW!"
and including the baby crocodiles got significantly more "awwww" than any human baby could... :D
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Comedian Dara O'Briain did the "awww"-test with his audience, simply spelling out - "lambs!" "AWWWWWW!" "kittens!" "AWWWWWWWWWW!" "baby crocodiles!" "AWWWWWWWWW!"
and including the baby crocodiles got significantly more "awwww" than any human baby could... :D
http://www.dontcookyourballs.com/marijuana-and-male-fertility
A lot of responsibility in having kids. You know all about responsibility don't you Zegh?
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:facepalm2: :fp: :headslap: And another thread gets derailed because of a never ending feud! OY :facepalm2:
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I know this is supposed to be a humorous thread. but I have spent a significant part of the day consoling the PR because a guy she liked in school died. I am so tired of tears and "hug me"s. At least it's sadness and a reasonable reaction to Stephen's passing. But it sure got old.
I am sorry this happened.
One thing that is certain about life, especially a long life, is that it is full of death.
I was six years old when my great grand mother (who had taught me to make biscuits) succumbed to cancer. I was twelve when my grand father (who had taught me to saw wood and join it properly and how to weld metals carefully and garden) died of heart attack. I was sixteen when my other grand father died (who had taught me to hunt and to butcher livestock from the farm and even make sausage).
I suppose my point is to find something that your loved one can carry on from the one who died, even if is a just a cool text message. Something to remember!
Godspeed!
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I know this is supposed to be a humorous thread. but I have spent a significant part of the day consoling the PR because a guy she liked in school died. I am so tired of tears and "hug me"s. At least it's sadness and a reasonable reaction to Stephen's passing. But it sure got old.
I am sorry this happened.
One thing that is certain about life, especially a long life, is that it is full of death.
I was six years old when my great grand mother (who had taught me to make biscuits) succumbed to cancer. I was twelve when my grand father (who had taught me to saw wood and join it properly and how to weld metals carefully and garden) died of heart attack. I was sixteen when my other grand father died (who had taught me to hunt and to butcher livestock from the farm and even make sausage).
I suppose my point is to find something that your loved one can carry on from the one who died, even if is a just a cool text message. Something to remember!
Godspeed!
She dedicated her bowling session to Stephen on Friday. the PR lost all of her grandparents before she was 13. She only has 2 geographically distant aunts and one cousin. So she's built up a family from my friends and other people she has met. She even has a black "Grandpa."
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I know this is supposed to be a humorous thread. but I have spent a significant part of the day consoling the PR because a guy she liked in school died. I am so tired of tears and "hug me"s. At least it's sadness and a reasonable reaction to Stephen's passing. But it sure got old.
I am sorry this happened.
One thing that is certain about life, especially a long life, is that it is full of death.
I was six years old when my great grand mother (who had taught me to make biscuits) succumbed to cancer. I was twelve when my grand father (who had taught me to saw wood and join it properly and how to weld metals carefully and garden) died of heart attack. I was sixteen when my other grand father died (who had taught me to hunt and to butcher livestock from the farm and even make sausage).
I suppose my point is to find something that your loved one can carry on from the one who died, even if is a just a cool text message. Something to remember!
Godspeed!
She dedicated her bowling session to Stephen on Friday. the PR lost all of her grandparents before she was 13. She only has 2 geographically distant aunts and one cousin. So she's built up a family from my friends and other people she has met. She even has a black "Grandpa."
Much as my own dear wife has done with her mom's friends (her mom died twenty years ago). She has five brothers with families and they are awesome, but they are all "the same" as her and her/my family. Having these old (curmudgeons/ beautiful elder women) in her life, even as they pass one at a time, gives her a way to relive some moments of her mother's life.
I hope that your loved one continues to enjoy the company of these elders who are invested in her life, probably more so than she knows as a youth.
AND if she is down to her "last Grandpa" then, I wish him a long and love filled life.
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I know this is supposed to be a humorous thread. but I have spent a significant part of the day consoling the PR because a guy she liked in school died. I am so tired of tears and "hug me"s. At least it's sadness and a reasonable reaction to Stephen's passing. But it sure got old.
I am sorry this happened.
One thing that is certain about life, especially a long life, is that it is full of death.
I was six years old when my great grand mother (who had taught me to make biscuits) succumbed to cancer. I was twelve when my grand father (who had taught me to saw wood and join it properly and how to weld metals carefully and garden) died of heart attack. I was sixteen when my other grand father died (who had taught me to hunt and to butcher livestock from the farm and even make sausage).
I suppose my point is to find something that your loved one can carry on from the one who died, even if is a just a cool text message. Something to remember!
Godspeed!
She dedicated her bowling session to Stephen on Friday. the PR lost all of her grandparents before she was 13. She only has 2 geographically distant aunts and one cousin. So she's built up a family from my friends and other people she has met. She even has a black "Grandpa."
Much as my own dear wife has done with her mom's friends (her mom died twenty years ago). She has five brothers with families and they are awesome, but they are all "the same" as her and her/my family. Having these old (curmudgeons/ beautiful elder women) in her life, even as they pass one at a time, gives her a way to relive some moments of her mother's life.
I hope that your loved one continues to enjoy the company of these elders who are invested in her life, probably more so than she knows as a youth.
AND if she is down to her "last Grandpa" then, I wish him a long and love filled life.
Has anyone told you that you're a wonderful old softy?
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I know this is supposed to be a humorous thread. but I have spent a significant part of the day consoling the PR because a guy she liked in school died. I am so tired of tears and "hug me"s. At least it's sadness and a reasonable reaction to Stephen's passing. But it sure got old.
I am sorry this happened.
One thing that is certain about life, especially a long life, is that it is full of death.
I was six years old when my great grand mother (who had taught me to make biscuits) succumbed to cancer. I was twelve when my grand father (who had taught me to saw wood and join it properly and how to weld metals carefully and garden) died of heart attack. I was sixteen when my other grand father died (who had taught me to hunt and to butcher livestock from the farm and even make sausage).
I suppose my point is to find something that your loved one can carry on from the one who died, even if is a just a cool text message. Something to remember!
Godspeed!
She dedicated her bowling session to Stephen on Friday. the PR lost all of her grandparents before she was 13. She only has 2 geographically distant aunts and one cousin. So she's built up a family from my friends and other people she has met. She even has a black "Grandpa."
Much as my own dear wife has done with her mom's friends (her mom died twenty years ago). She has five brothers with families and they are awesome, but they are all "the same" as her and her/my family. Having these old (curmudgeons/ beautiful elder women) in her life, even as they pass one at a time, gives her a way to relive some moments of her mother's life.
I hope that your loved one continues to enjoy the company of these elders who are invested in her life, probably more so than she knows as a youth.
AND if she is down to her "last Grandpa" then, I wish him a long and love filled life.
Has anyone told you that you're a wonderful old softy?
Just the ones who actually know me.
At work they are always getting into some kind of "thing" requiring focused strength and exceptional concentration, such as simple things like an over tightened boom belt that no one can loosen. All seven of them have tried and no one can even loosen it, then when everyone is done, I just walk in, grab it the "right" way and snap it loose and unwind the whole thing.
At work, I am seen as one hard assed old gun-toting, tough nut with long lived martial arts skills that none of the youngsters even want to challenge even though they do so to each of themselves constantly. I am not allowed to play with them; they are all afraid to even try, because of things like a kid throwing keys at me from across the room when I had no idea that was about to happen and I see them coming two feet from my face and everyone is gasping and I catch them and say, "How about a warning next time!"
Or the time we had a massive wasp nest under our eves at the dock and when I found out about it I went in with a dust pan and knocked it down and whacked about twelve wasps which were deadset to kill me, using the dustpan as if it was a tennis racket, while they all took cover and whined that they were going to be stung. NO big deal, just wasps.
I have had to use one of my own camera as a mace against a group of bad guys in the past who wanted to steal it.
I grew up in a rough area.
I learned along the way that no matter how hardened you become, no matter how many years you spend punching and kicking a bag from all angles, you can only balance the hardness you have achieved by enjoying the better things in life, like needy kittens and brilliant daughters, experimental baking and challenging gardening, foreign poetry you must translate to read and fresh clean towels you have to work hard to accomplish and wonderful elderly "saints" still alive and kickin' who want nothing more than to share the joys and wisdom they have gained and experienced in their lives with those who mean something to them.
In passing at work, I met an eighty seven year old man a few days ago, wearing a cap blazoned with the logo, "USS MISSOURI" and I had to ask, being an history buff of sorts. Turns out he was a WWII veteran who helped build an air field in Okinawa and was aboard the USS Missouri when MacArthur refused to sign the surrender documents until the Japanese delegate had signed EVERY page just as it was written.
Talking to that old guy was amazing!
Yeah, I'm an old softy.
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I know this is supposed to be a humorous thread. but I have spent a significant part of the day consoling the PR because a guy she liked in school died. I am so tired of tears and "hug me"s. At least it's sadness and a reasonable reaction to Stephen's passing. But it sure got old.
I am sorry this happened.
One thing that is certain about life, especially a long life, is that it is full of death.
I was six years old when my great grand mother (who had taught me to make biscuits) succumbed to cancer. I was twelve when my grand father (who had taught me to saw wood and join it properly and how to weld metals carefully and garden) died of heart attack. I was sixteen when my other grand father died (who had taught me to hunt and to butcher livestock from the farm and even make sausage).
I suppose my point is to find something that your loved one can carry on from the one who died, even if is a just a cool text message. Something to remember!
Godspeed!
She dedicated her bowling session to Stephen on Friday. the PR lost all of her grandparents before she was 13. She only has 2 geographically distant aunts and one cousin. So she's built up a family from my friends and other people she has met. She even has a black "Grandpa."
I hate seeing the ones I love hurt and would shield them from any of life's horrors. But I can't. I think that life has to be experienced raw. I hope her sadness lifts as soon as possible
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Hahaha! Me too!
Me three...even after having one. :LOL:
Love my son, but every time someone tries to hand me a baby to hold I'm looking for an escape route.
Been there, done that...remember spit on my t-shirt 24/7, trying to figure out what he wanted until he could talk, losing a lot of my hair from him tugging on it, and too many sleepless nights.
Nope.
Years ago, a work friend took a picture of me holding her baby grandson. It was (and still is)
the only time in my life I'd ever held a baby. I looked really uncomfortable. Poor baby. :laugh:
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:facepalm2: :fp: :headslap: And another thread gets derailed because of a never ending feud! OY :facepalm2:
Perseveration. This is an autism forum after all.
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:facepalm2: :fp: :headslap: And another thread gets derailed because of a never ending feud! OY :facepalm2:
Perseveration. This is an autism forum after all.
You are right! I shoulda known better! Ignore the cranky old man...................just get off my lawn! :goat: :rollingpin:
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Goddamned people can't social!! :zoinks:
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Goddamned people can't social!! :zoinks:
DO not worry, some are a little sensitive at times.
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^Indeed it is. I just have cats to clean up after!
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Don't forget about baby elephants:
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Why do people find babies cute? They're like loud, squishy potatoes that always shit themselves. At least you can train most pets to shit outside.
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Me with babies in a nutshell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFJCc_2_zmA
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Why do people find babies cute? They're like loud, squishy potatoes that always shit themselves. At least you can train most pets to shit outside.
Funny thing is that it's been postulated that the reason people find pets cute is because they remind them of babies.
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Why do people find babies cute? They're like loud, squishy potatoes that always shit themselves. At least you can train most pets to shit outside.
Funny thing is that it's been postulated that the reason people find pets cute is because they remind them of babies.
I've never seen a puppy that looks like a squishy potato before. :M
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Why do people find babies cute? They're like loud, squishy potatoes that always shit themselves. At least you can train most pets to shit outside.
Funny thing is that it's been postulated that the reason people find pets cute is because they remind them of babies.
I've never seen a puppy that looks like a squishy potato before. :M
Fluffy mashed potato puppeh! :2thumbsup:
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Why do people find babies cute? They're like loud, squishy potatoes that always shit themselves. At least you can train most pets to shit outside.
Funny thing is that it's been postulated that the reason people find pets cute is because they remind them of babies.
I've never seen a puppy that looks like a squishy potato before. :M
Fluffy mashed potato puppeh! :2thumbsup:
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Potatoes aren't fully you silly goose. :M
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Potatoes aren't fully you silly goose. :M
This is an intriguing sentence.
I'm going to bed, and will try if repeating "Potatoes aren't fully you silly goose" as a mantra will make me understand, or make me sleep.
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"Mom, my stomach is numb." I have no idea how to interpret that.
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"Mom, my stomach is numb." I have no idea how to interpret that.
My stomach aches just reading that. I need to get something to eat. :orly:
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26 years old, 9 year old mind, 6 year old emotions. :poo:
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26 years old, 9 year old mind, 6 year old emotions. :poo:
:hug:
The older you get, the bigger your worries.
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Potatoes aren't fully you silly goose. :M
This is an intriguing sentence.
I'm going to bed, and will try if repeating "Potatoes aren't fully you silly goose" as a mantra will make me understand, or make me sleep.
I imagine hundreds of years from now it will be considered one of the great quotes.
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Why I don't have kids:
I walked outside today to see 3 girls playing in front of my condo. One of them was climbing a street sign pole.
Now, most parents/adults would say something like "get down, that's dangerous" or "be careful there"
What do I say to the girl climbing the pole?? "You know when you grow up, you can pay your way through college doing that". >:D
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If only kids realised how much their parents were bumbling through and making best guesses and liberally bullshitting
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If only kids realised how much their parents were bumbling through and making best guesses and liberally bullshitting
The bumbling was forgivable, the refusal to take responsibility for causing hurt was not.
I suppose my mother feared losing face by acknowledging wrongdoing. That pride was a trap. :thumbdn:
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If only kids realised how much their parents were bumbling through and making best guesses and liberally bullshitting
The bumbling was forgivable, the refusal to take responsibility for causing hurt was not.
I suppose my mother feared losing face by acknowledging wrongdoing. That pride was a trap. :thumbdn:
:hug: My parents sucked too.
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If only kids realised how much their parents were bumbling through and making best guesses and liberally bullshitting
The bumbling was forgivable, the refusal to take responsibility for causing hurt was not.
I suppose my mother feared losing face by acknowledging wrongdoing. That pride was a trap. :thumbdn:
:hug: My parents sucked too.
Mine actually did a lot of things right. My mother unfortunately tended to build up with one hand
and tear down with the other. I don't think that was ever her intention, but it was certainly her effect. :apondering:
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If only kids realised how much their parents were bumbling through and making best guesses and liberally bullshitting
The bumbling was forgivable, the refusal to take responsibility for causing hurt was not.
I suppose my mother feared losing face by acknowledging wrongdoing. That pride was a trap. :thumbdn:
:hug: My parents sucked too.
Mine actually did a lot of things right. My mother unfortunately tended to build up with one hand
and tear down with the other. I don't think that was ever her intention, but it was certainly her effect. :apondering:
It was my "mother's" intention. She did some things right, but, in the end her fears of being alone and old were too much to ever let go of me. My breaking free and living a life on my own pissed her off to no end. Your supposed to raise your kids to be free and independent and successful ON THEIR TERMS. Borderline Personality mother.
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My sister thinks Mom floated over water. Jesus merely walked on the water.
Me? A bit conflicted. I think she was a poor swimmer in rough seas, and it was pretty much all rough seas. Doesn't seem to do much to soften my view of her however. But we're talking 50 plus years ago.
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Why I don't have kids:
I walked outside today to see 3 girls playing in front of my condo. One of them was climbing a street sign pole.
Now, most parents/adults would say something like "get down, that's dangerous" or "be careful there"
What do I say to the girl climbing the pole?? "You know when you grow up, you can pay your way through college doing that". >:D
QFT!
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I'm not having children. My niece is enough for me. I ignore her most of the time. That's what uncles are meant to do apparently.
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Why I don't have kids:
I walked outside today to see 3 girls playing in front of my condo. One of them was climbing a street sign pole.
Now, most parents/adults would say something like "get down, that's dangerous" or "be careful there"
What do I say to the girl climbing the pole?? "You know when you grow up, you can pay your way through college doing that". >:D
QFT!
I'm surprised you didn't ask if she wants to go for a drink later. Maybe a few years later. :evillaugh:
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Why I don't have kids:
I walked outside today to see 3 girls playing in front of my condo. One of them was climbing a street sign pole.
Now, most parents/adults would say something like "get down, that's dangerous" or "be careful there"
What do I say to the girl climbing the pole?? "You know when you grow up, you can pay your way through college doing that". >:D
QFT!
I'm surprised you didn't ask if she wants to go for a drink later. Maybe a few years later. :evillaugh:
Good point. I like my women like I like my whisku, 12 years old and mixed up with coke! :autism:
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Good point. I like my women like I like my whisku, 12 years old and mixed up with coke! :autism:
I prefer them at least 16-years-old. Nice and matured. If you want them that young, go to the Phillippines. (Don't, whatever you do, the police will be interested.)
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A 16 year old girl is "nice and matured"?
Maybe if you're a 15-year-old boy.
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A 16 year old girl is "nice and matured"?
Depends on the girl. I'm thinking one with a mature mind who hasn't fallen prey to pervs.
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How do you recognise the "mature mind"?
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How do you recognise the "mature mind"?
By talking to her before she declothes?
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Dementia's pretty easy to spot, actually.
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Dementia's pretty easy to spot, actually.
In yourself or in others?
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Amber's talked out things with her boyfriend, basically, stating that she needs her space and "me" time. He was getting a little pushy and clingy. She sounded like their meeting was satisfying. So Papa Bear is still snoozing....for now.
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26 years old, 9 year old mind, 6 year old emotions. :poo:
:hug:
The older you get, the bigger your worries.
Thanks Eclair for bringing this back to my attention and Hyke for the reply. Both posts are still true.
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How do you recognise the "mature mind"?
By talking to her before she declothes?
Do you know what a "girl" is?
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A 16 year old girl is "nice and matured"?
Depends on the girl. I'm thinking one with a mature mind who hasn't fallen prey to pervs.
I'm a bit slow. I just realised how this is the most unintentionally ironic post ever.
I wonder how Tequila is doing. Lots of shagging I assume.
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Oh, I dunno. This last one is a hellava tax break and she gets half of my retirement monthly, it's like she came working and I didn't even have to push her out on a corner, yet. And I actually have time at home, like all fucking day long, to spend with her. I haven't even tried to sell her.