I just cleaned my teeth. I was about 20 seconds into the brushing when I realised it wasn't just toothpaste I was brushing with but also hand soap. theBoy!
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I had an epic cry today at work. I was offsite to my normal building but it happened where I'd ended up following my graduated return to work following my escape from oldwork.
Late last year I decided to press the go button on seeking redress for the hurts inflicted by oldwork. Newwork, who had to step up and launch proceedings after I crossed the Rubicon, couldn't have been more supportive after I did so.Discovering hard evidence of active monstrosity is difficult, however, and this realisation landed on me of late.
We have chickens, from assorted breeds, who in chicken terms are nearing puberty. Soon we find out who the boys are and then they go live on a nice farm in the country, like what happened to my cat and to unwanted male offspring in a cult-like situation. We get to keep the girls. Chicken sexing, or determining the sex of a chicken, is difficult.
With thanks to Curb.So, another calender year near done and another to begin. Twenty fourteen was eventful. There was shitty stuff—health-wise for each one of the family—but there was awesome stuff too. For me, I am in a new role far from my former workplace and I'm in a position of actual influence. It's pretty awesome.
I recently decided to launch my response to oldwork's bullying me from my job back in March 2013 after one of the principle offenders thought they'd be a smart arse and smugly insist they could email me in group-sent emails without my having to be weeded out of the distribution list. They were told, many times, they could never contact me again.With International Disability Day in the offing I decided that was serendipity and went them for what they did to me that caused me to go—leaving me a
With thanks to The Thunderbirds. It's been raining of late here in the nation's capital, with much downpour of oft-cold water.We recently got chickens—chicks, actually—and they were outside in their coop when the rain came bucketing down. They were there on a try-out to see how they went in the coop, the chickens still spending nights inside with us as they were too young for outside nights.
theBoy and I throwing the dead toaster into the trash-pack. He got it in on his third attempt!