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Started by Alex, March 19, 2020, 10:14:15 AM

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Alex

Yesterday I handed in all my uniform. Borrowed the work car, loaded it all in and drove it up. I had about three times the kit I should have had. When they saw how much I had, they just sent out a wheelbarrow to load it all into. The only thing they actually checked I was turning back in was a safety helmet. Not my £800 respirator or anything. Just the cheap-ass bump cap.

Should have kept more of my kit.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

Had a good weekend away. We had to go to Royal Deeside for the wedding, which took a couple of hours of travelling. The hotel was in a nice location beside a river and our rooms (2 nights which had all been paid for by my older brother, a move that rather surprised me). Our room was pretty damn nice along with a lovely bed (I especially liked the dark wood carved headboard).

The wedding itself was good. I watched as a kid I held as a tiny baby took his vows (the couple have a 10-month-old baby). Getting ready for it was a nightmare though. I went to put on my kilt socks, only to discover they were two odd socks. Krist was popping out to the local town for some stuff, so I got her to pick me up a pair. Just before the wedding, as I was getting dressed and putting my shirt on, I noticed something was a bit odd. My shirt didn't have a top button, and the sleeves were way too long (no it wasn't a straight jacket). Somehow, one of Kristi's blouses had been hung up with my kilt gear. So I'd to pop out and get a new shirt. There were other minor pieces missing from my outfit, like the sock flashes, traditional dagger... all stuff that should have been in my suit bag. Anyway, made it through the wedding and then changed out of my outfit into a shirt and smart trousers. Ash managed to accidentally knock a glass of wine over, so I had to change again into a tee shirt, since I had no more dress clothes. Ash wasn't handling the crowd very well so I took him up to our room when it got to his bedtime and let Kristi stay down and enjoy the party. It took Ash a while to settle (eventually I'd to put him in our bed and just lay there cuddling him until he fell asleep), but once he did Kristi decided to come upstairs and let me go down for the last couple of hours. Turned out my sister-in-law had tripped and fallen into my mum, which caused her to fall over. No serious injuries but because of her age, people were quite worried about her. I checked her eyes, no signs of her pupils having different levels of dilation, she wasn't sick or having any dizzy spells so I figured she was alright. I hope James, Robyn and baby Cecilia are as happy together as me, Kristi and Ash have been.

Ash spent most of the weekend either playing with his trains or running around giving people hugs. He doesn't seem to be getting better at dealing with being around crowds. Kristi and the child psychologist think it is the number of people around him that upsets him, but I've watched him be fine until things get really noisy, and then that is when he gets upset. We had a fun trip home. Walking through a shopping centre, Ash suddenly started shouting about "My nuts, my nuts!". Took Kristi and me by surprise until we figured out he'd spotted a donut stand and wanted one lol.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

Went out to Elgin yesterday to play Nikki at Bolt Action (I am teaching her BA, she is going to teach me Star Wars Legion, although my army for that so far consists of lots of half-painted stuff still on its sprues and Darth Maul, who I did paint and assemble. The Pop Shop did have a tank on special offer, knocked down from £72 to £22. I considered this too good a bargain to pass up and bought it. I think Nikki was close to tears about that as it is a vehicle she could use in her droid army, and the other tanks of that type were at full price (limited special offer). She puts googly eyes on her vehicles which got a complaint from another player about her not taking the game seriously (hmm, it is a series based on space wizards and planet-destroying weapons, where the evil empire is brought low by what looks like teddy bears on meth. How seriously do you think I am going to take this?).

Anyway, my army represents a force from the criminal underbelly. I was wondering what I should do with my vehicle. Should I cover it in velour, or pink fur, just to show how non-seriously I was going to take this game. Then it hit me. It was recommended that I put lots of extra upgrades on it, really pimp it out.

Yes, I am going to paint it up as a tacky (is there any other kind?) pimp-mobile. So far the bits of the outside I have painted are getting done in purple and gold. I've also told Nikki that when I finish it, she can borrow it for competitions and so forth.

Going to see the new D&D movie tonight. I have moderate hopes for it being amusing. If a character doesn't die though, and then get replaced by the same actor playing a different role I am going to be disappointed.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

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Kristi went out shopping today, meanwhile, I took Ash out for a stroll. We headed off towards the beach, but Ash kept saying he wanted to go "Up the mountain." After he'd played in one of the parks for a bit, we went up the mountain. Or, at least the hill at Prospect Terrace. I mostly let him decide the route. We did eventually end up on the beach. Some kids had lit a fire in the dunes yesterday. I guess an area no more than 40 feet around had been blackened by it, so not exactly a huge thing.

Finland joins NATO today. Well done on the excellent recruiting campaign headed up by a Mr Putin.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

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Had my brother, his family, kids and grandkids turn up for a visit today. Kristi as usual put on more than enough food for everyone. We'll still be eating it tomorrow. Did some catching up before he heads back to the Gulf. Who I am going to work for next came to the edge of being raised but not quite. I am not going to travel over there and only get to see Ash 6 weeks a year. We don't need the money that much. We'd seen them all at the wedding, but it was good to get to speak to them in a smaller setting. I'd stayed more in the background at that simply because I knew everyone would want a piece of the couple's time.

Since I've been running out of room to store new figures in, we've been looking at storage solutions. Started ordering some boxes with perspex panels in them, and they seem to be working. We'd ordered a few just to see what they were like and they seemed to work, so I ordered another 8 of them. They've certainly cleared up the shelves a bit and I'll be buying a whole bunch more.

Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

Another chocolate egg day over with, the celebration of the endless cycle between the cold and warmer months here once more, regardless of what other religions attempt to layer (hmm, if I had more energy I'd put some effort and put a connection to liar in there) over it and pervert it to their own wants. At the moment it does seem with every year that passes the holy festivals shed a little more of the false narrative plastered over their original meanings. I wonder if this will continue or if at some point the wheel will turn around to return them to their clumsily faked more modern meanings? I think one of the reasons they are losing control is simply because people don't watch TV in quite the same way and they just haven't adapted well to the internet age. You can't force your message down people's throats if you don't control the delivery media any more. We got through the whole day with no religious connotations at all.

Frankly, the old religions were a lot more fun, so I hope not. Gimmie some of that real old-time religion over the newer ones any time.

Remember kids, if you see a rabbit running around outside, that ain't chocolate eggs it is dropping. Leave them well enough alone.

I've been feeling super paranoid recently on whether I had bought Ash enough chocolate eggs, and if I'd bought Kristi too many. On the day he showed little interest in eating (he did spend the day slowly munching his way through two chocolate rabbits though).

Come Monday I'll be submitting my application for my new job although I don't plan on starting work until September. I've chatted with my potential employer and they are fine with that. I just need to make sure I can pass the medical exam.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

Went out with the family today to meet up with Nikki. She is having issues with her partner. From what we've got (from her side of things), she is stuck in an emotionally abusive relationship. Something happened last night and they agreed that her partner should spend a few days away and go zero contact for that time. As is usual in these kinds of things, the partner is instantly trying to reestablish contact early and not giving her any space. I've offered to change the locks on her flat if she needs it. Normally I'd pin the partner up against the wall in these types of situations and explain that their behaviour really isn't on. The problem, in this case, is that it is an all-female relationship and I don't feel quite as comfortable treating a woman that way. All I can do is try to be supportive. Anyway, we gave her a day out, took her for lunch and generally got her some fresh air. She is popping over to visit us on Wednesday and Sunday.

Since I've been shooting him a lot, we picked Ash up his own Nerf gun. In theory this is so we can have battles against each other, but I pointed out to Kristi that we could equally team up and just hunt her through the house.  :bouncegiggle:

Picked up what is sort of the latest Motorhead album. I miss the old bastard and seeing them play every November. Such is time though. It passes without pause or mercy paying no attention to its effects on anyone or anything.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

So I got a phone call late last night. My half-sister had decided to take an overdose of her mum's pills and try to kill herself. She spent a little while in a coma, but she is back at home now. Because of the mixtures of med's she'd taken they'd been unable to give her a sedative or any thing and weren't sure if she could be saved or not. Fortunately, she seems to have recovered enough and is now back home. We chat every so often on an infrequent basis. She's been having a tough time at school, but it sounds like this has all happened over some boy she was going out with who dumped her then got back together with her and then dumped her again. She's not really talked to anyone about why she did it though, this is just what I've been getting from her mother.

I'll do my best to talk to her, but what do I know about being a teenage girl?

On a whim, we took Ash on the train up to Inverness to go on a miniature railway. It was a really nice day outside and I enjoyed the walk along the river Ness to get to the playpark and railway. Slightly rushed by the travel timetable, but we made it through everything. I think we'll be taking Ash back there before too long has passed.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Trevor

Quote from: Alex on April 13, 2023, 10:01:54 AM
So I got a phone call late last night. My half-sister had decided to take an overdose of her mum's pills and try to kill herself. She spent a little while in a coma, but she is back at home now. Because of the mixtures of med's she'd taken they'd been unable to give her a sedative or any thing and weren't sure if she could be saved or not. Fortunately, she seems to have recovered enough and is now back home. We chat every so often on an infrequent basis. She's been having a tough time at school, but it sounds like this has all happened over some boy she was going out with who dumped her then got back together with her and then dumped her again. She's not really talked to anyone about why she did it though, this is just what I've been getting from her mother.

I'll do my best to talk to her, but what do I know about being a teenage girl?

On a whim, we took Ash on the train up to Inverness to go on a miniature railway. It was a really nice day outside and I enjoyed the walk along the river Ness to get to the playpark and railway. Slightly rushed by the travel timetable, but we made it through everything. I think we'll be taking Ash back there before too long has passed.

Hope all will be well with her 🙏
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

Alex

Only time will tell my friend. I am thinking about inviting her up to stay with us for a few weeks once she has her exams out of her way.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

ER

Things to know about being a teenage girl:

It's not easy, but no one's life ever is.

You never feel the same way day to day, maybe not hour to hour or minute to minute.

Teenage girls are far wiser and more clued-in than most people think they are.

They think they have more things figured out than they actually do.

Most don't seem to realize that almost everything being felt at any given moment, no matter how intensely it is there, will one day pass with this stage of life.


I'm glad she made it through, and I wish her ever good fortune. I'm glad she has people who care about her.

What does not kill me makes me stranger.

Alex

Ash is feeling very playful today. Moreso than normal. Just getting him dressed was a major struggle as he decided he'd rather bounce on mine and Kristi's bed while I was trying to put clothes on him.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

Since it was a nice day, we decided to take a walk down the beach. For whatever reason, Ash's playful mood evaporated as soon as we got outside and he started crying, asking to get his jammies on and go back to his bed. He cried and acted up for 90% of the walk down to the harbour, and then settled into a sullen acceptance. Kristi went to the bakers to pick up some food and drink and I took him on a walk across the bridge to the beach. By the time we were halfway over, he was running in excitement to go play in the sand dunes.

Kids huh?

He had me chase him for a bit, and we threw sticks into the river, just generally playing. We spent an hour or so down there before deciding that with grey clouds coming in and spoiling the previously clear blue sky that we should head home. We did decide though that we had enough time to stop at the 1629 for lunch. I had a perfectly acceptable Prawn Marie Rose panini. Ash had a pizza and I came to the conclusion that mozzarella was not a suitable cheese for a kid's cheese pizza.

We got home just as the rain was starting (even with another detour to a playground). Ash seemed much happier, but still unsettled. He kept sticking his hand down his pants to his bum. I stuck him in the shower, made sure he washed his hands. Then he went to the toilet and well when he got out of the toilet he needed a bath. We cleaned him up. Later he was watching TV downstairs, and I went to check on him. He was standing in the middle of the living room with his trouser down. I saw skid marks on his underwear and that was him back in the bath. I heard him crying in the bathroom so went once again to check on him. Much to my surprise he is standing in the bubble bath, crying and holding a poop that looking at the size of it, would have had me in tears too if I'd had to pass it (he generally has a bowel movement every 3 days. I'll let you work the size out in your own heads). I quickly grabbed some toilet roll and carefully took it from him and dumped it down the toilet. Ash got his hands sprayed with hand gel (plenty of that left over from the pandemic), and I had him pull the plug out of the bath while I told Kristi to put the shower on. He got chucked in there while we checked the bath didn't have any poop in it, hiding in the bubbles. Fortunately, it was clear, although of course the bath still got a good scrubbing while I washed Ash.

I then spent the next half an hour scrubbing my own hands. And rewashing Ash's. He settled back into his normal self though after it.

These are the adventures of parenthood.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

I asked Kristi to find something to watch last night. She picked what looked like a low-budget superhero movie. Yeah, turned out to be a softcore porno. There were plenty of boobs on display, but when after beating up a couple of bad guys one of the female heroines went back to her room and spent the next 5 - 10 minutes jilling off I figured yup, you picked a porno. I have been tormenting her about this just a little bit today.

Had some friends around for D&D. Two of the group are in various stages of shaky/doomed relationships and have been spending time together. I wonder if they will end up becoming a couple? I am not sure if one of them is just lesbian or is bi, which potentially stops anything between them beyond just being friends. Not that this would be a bad thing, both of them could just do with a friend. As is traditional, Matt died. We were in a large room with a door that every so often would open and a monster would come running through. After we'd killed a couple of creatures, the room started flooding. Everyone else climbed up on top of the corpse of a triceratops we'd killed earlier except Matt. He then died when a shark lept out of the water and bit his head off.

It might not have helped that I accidentally shot him with an arrow, but it was the shark who killed him.

He is calling his next character Chum in tribute.
Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.

Alex

Watching the old 60s Batman tv show. An episode was just on where the Penguin was running for mayor and Batman went up against him. The Penguin wailing about the election being fraudulent reminded me very much of a more modern villain. Gave me a chuckle making that connection.

Your kisses turn princes into frogs and passion plays into monologues.