Mini_moose

Single player immersive farm. I'm up to date with all my mods, and my greenhouse is in the river to the west of the house. It's the only greenhouse on the farm. Because of where it is, I can't use it at all. SMAPI isn't throwing any errors, so I'm at a loss.

Edit: I went to Robin and I moved it. -_-;;; Thank you for the advice, I'm sorry that I didn't think of that earlier.

Of all the shows and movies I've watched, every single one had henshin sequences, except for Kaiju films. To be fair, I've seen Kamen Rider W, Super Sentai (Zyuuranger, Dairanger, ToQger), and Ultraman (80 and 7) plus a few Kaiju film.

Is there any tokusatsu out there, besides Kaiju, that doesn't have transformations of either heroes or villains?

I don't have a recording, I can't remember the tune to sing it. It's from the 2010s, it hit major air time on alternative radio stations near DC. It had the sound of a chain as a major percussion component, the lead singer was a woman, it had a slightly gospel/soul feel. The lyrics spoke of being under water or in a river.

It's not Beast by Nico Vega.

The artist/band had the word Family in it.

This weekend, I'm going on vacation! By myself! To visit my best friends and their new baby!!! All the new baby smells! All the new baby snugs! All by myself! The husband and wife are holding down the fort here. They are making the menu for the week, and doing the grocery shopping while I'm out of town!

I am so glad I get to do this! I love them so stinking much!!❤❤❤❤

One that specializes in dying hair in vibrant colors. Specifically, something like this.

I am so sick of this weather. I am in so much pain right now, I want to punch faces. I'm in the "wiggle pain" stage, where I can't sit still for more than a moment, because everything is uncomfortable. I've been suffering for the past week and I'm so over this nonsense. It's hard to think, I'm tired, I'm irritable. I feel really really crappy.

Degenerative arthritis in my knees, my hips and shoulders popping constantly. I feel like I'm being held together by shitty barbed wire.

So we enrolled the Fuss in a co-op daycare. For those not in the know, co-op means that the parents are involved in the classroom in many ways, like teachers aide, cleaning, etc. To that point, parents are in charge of a lot of the running of their side of things. So a parent is scheduling our rotations for classroom assistance. And that person isn't me. And it's driving me nuts. Because I want it done before school starts. And I'll be getting it at back to school night, which is a week before classes start, and is entirely reasonable because we have already provided our availability and UGH. The kicker, and the reason why this is entirely indulgent whining, is that I passed up being

Obvious heads up is obvious, but I haven't seen it posted anywhere.

The rally is a mile away from the convention. Saturday has typically been the busiest day of Otakon, and Sunday the closing ceremonies start at 3:30.

Everyone be careful, take care of yourselves, and, if you don't want to be involved with the rally attendants or counter protesters, please avoid that area on your way out of town.

Again, I feel like this is obvious, but I wanted to make sure it was said.

Obvious heads up is obvious, but I haven't seen it posted anywhere.

The rally is a mile away from the convention. Saturday has typically been the busiest day of Otakon, and Sunday the closing ceremonies start at 3:30.

Everyone be careful, take care of yourselves, and, if you don't want to be involved with the rally attendants or counter protesters, please avoid that area on your way out of town.

Again, I feel like this is obvious, but I wanted to make sure it was said.

I am having the hardest time with Wilton's Christmas Red. I absolutely cannot get my white buttercream to turn red. It's always this slightly orangish pink, no matter how much dye is used. It barely looks any different from Rose Pink. Am I doing something wrong, or will Christmas Red never look really red? I'm looking for that bright, grocery store buttercream roses red.

Wiggle, the 20 month wonder, just climbed in my lap, leaned in, and licked my cheek.

Today is gonna be red letter. I can feel it.

So Wiggle is weaning. He's been cut off, cold turkey, since December 26th.

I forgot to pay attention to the last time we nursed. It was just a normal bedtime nursing. He wasn't really into it, I was falling asleep in the chair, but I think he snuggled in toward the end. I can't remember because I wasn't paying attention.

And I'm sad. He still asks for boob, but his heart's not in it, and I know I can't give up now.

But I know I'll never nurse a baby again. And my heart hurts.

Every year, we have pork and sauerkraut for the new year. It's the wife's family tradition, and I like food, so I'm cool.

But every year, something goes wrong. Something as small as having the wrong cut off pork to something huge like the brand new, purchased 3 days ago pork roast being spoiled in the bag it came in.

The husband and wife are returning the rotten roast now, and we have to change plans to accommodate a new cut of pork. For being a lucky meal, it sure comes with a bunch of bad luck.

How in the fuck do you guys deal with the incessant diarrhea of the mouth that is toddler/pre-schooler talking?

Fuss doesn't shut the hell up. He just talks and talks and talks about THE MOST unimportant, uninteresting things in the universe. And I know it's practice. Here's figuring out adjectives, using letter blends that he needs practice with, getting his thoughts out of his head and into the world. I want to encourage this, but I also cannot be interested in every damn thing he has to say. No one wants to hear every thought you've ever had, kid.

Also, Wiggle is a TV junkie, and keeps whining at to turn on the boob tube.

Fucking kids. Shut up and Duplo without telling me every s