A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Oh Lily ~ could you please, please, PLEASE send some rain our way? We need it so deperately.
Have to be back up in 5 hours for the DirecTV installer - DH upgraded our account. I think most of the installer's time will be spent educating us on how to record/play back.
Momala, I would send right on over if I could get the box to stop leaking. (Hehe)
IKWTDS, what is an FOB?
__________________
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Momala, I would send right on over if I could get the box to stop leaking. (Hehe)
IKWTDS, what is an FOB?
Not sure what the letters mean, but it is a small electronic device that provides random security codes to log into my company's network. The security code on the FOB changes every 15 seconds or so.
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Momala, I would send right on over if I could get the box to stop leaking. (Hehe)
IKWTDS, what is an FOB?
Not sure what the letters mean, but it is a small electronic device that provides random security codes to log into my company's network. The security code on the FOB changes every 15 seconds or so.
Oh.
So it's your James Bond stick.
__________________
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A fob, or more commonly called a key fob, is a small security hardware device with built-in authentication used to control and secure access to network services and data. The key fob displays a randomly generated access code, which changes periodically, usually every 30 to 60 seconds. A user first authenticates themselves on the key fob with a personal identification number (PIN), followed by the current code displayed on the device.
Key fob is also a word used to describe a key chain and several other similar items and devices. The word fob is believed to have originated from watch fobs, which existed as early as 1888. The fob refers to an ornament attached to a pocket-watch chain. Key chains, car starters, garage door openers, and keyless entry devices on hotel room doors are also called fobs.
__________________
Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
A fob, or more commonly called a key fob, is a small security hardware device with built-in authentication used to control and secure access to network services and data. The key fob displays a randomly generated access code, which changes periodically, usually every 30 to 60 seconds. A user first authenticates themselves on the key fob with a personal identification number (PIN), followed by the current code displayed on the device. Key fob is also a word used to describe a key chain and several other similar items and devices. The word fob is believed to have originated from watch fobs, which existed as early as 1888. The fob refers to an ornament attached to a pocket-watch chain. Key chains, car starters, garage door openers, and keyless entry devices on hotel room doors are also called fobs.
Hummph....
I had never heard of them until someone mentioned them here.
__________________
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My children's great grandmother died Wednesday night. Visitation is Sunday afternoon. DD doesn't want to take the kids. She asked if I would be willing to help her out...
__________________
America guarantees equal opportunity, not equal outcome...
Backstory, (most Geeks know) DD would NOT let anyone, including me watch DGD. It was heartbreaking. I wanted to spend time with her and she just smothered her.
Well, since the baby was born, Lord, has there been the 180. I get to have them almost as much as I want. Even overnight! And she always thinks it a burden...LOL!!!!!
__________________
America guarantees equal opportunity, not equal outcome...
Backstory, (most Geeks know) DD would NOT let anyone, including me watch DGD. It was heartbreaking. I wanted to spend time with her and she just smothered her.
Well, since the baby was born, Lord, has there been the 180. I get to have them almost as much as I want. Even overnight! And she always thinks it a burden...LOL!!!!!
Backstory, (most Geeks know) DD would NOT let anyone, including me watch DGD. It was heartbreaking. I wanted to spend time with her and she just smothered her.
Well, since the baby was born, Lord, has there been the 180. I get to have them almost as much as I want. Even overnight! And she always thinks it a burden...LOL!!!!!
DH and I were just talking about this Saturday. We need at make arrangements...and I told him that I had already buried one husband, so either we go together or I go first...
It's raining here, but lightly, so far. A good steady, plant watering rain. But we're under a flash flood warning so that could change any minute.
I'm fed up with my church right now. We went to a class last night for the sacrament of reconciliation that the boys will be receiving. We were given three textbooks and we are expected to teach the boys theology. The class last night was spent telling us how to reference the materials back and forth and what we were supposed to teach our children. Okay, so WTF are they doing every week for 1 hour 15 minutes during their "religious education" class? They say we are their primary religious education teachers, and the church teachers are just there for support. Ass backwards. Ridiculous. I left that place throwing eye daggers at the priest and ready to spit fire. Mr. FNW kept me quiet for fear I'd make the Virgin Mary bleed.
And they wonder why people are leaving the Catholic Church? They appoint a liberal pope who goes against long-seeded convictions and sit there with their degrees in theology but refuse to impart their learnings on our children? WTF? Home school CCD now? Oh, and they charge us for the books and classes, too. Double slap in the face.
It's raining here, but lightly, so far. A good steady, plant watering rain. But we're under a flash flood warning so that could change any minute.
I'm fed up with my church right now. We went to a class last night for the sacrament of reconciliation that the boys will be receiving. We were given three textbooks and we are expected to teach the boys theology. The class last night was spent telling us how to reference the materials back and forth and what we were supposed to teach our children. Okay, so WTF are they doing every week for 1 hour 15 minutes during their "religious education" class? They say we are their primary religious education teachers, and the church teachers are just there for support. Ass backwards. Ridiculous. I left that place throwing eye daggers at the priest and ready to spit fire. Mr. FNW kept me quiet for fear I'd make the Virgin Mary bleed.
And they wonder why people are leaving the Catholic Church? They appoint a liberal pope who goes against long-seeded convictions and sit there with their degrees in theology but refuse to impart their learnings on our children? WTF? Home school CCD now? Oh, and they charge us for the books and classes, too. Double slap in the face.
Rant over.
WOW. That is NOT right. I would be having a come to Jesus talk with the CCD director...
__________________
America guarantees equal opportunity, not equal outcome...
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
It's raining here, but lightly, so far. A good steady, plant watering rain. But we're under a flash flood warning so that could change any minute.
I'm fed up with my church right now. We went to a class last night for the sacrament of reconciliation that the boys will be receiving. We were given three textbooks and we are expected to teach the boys theology. The class last night was spent telling us how to reference the materials back and forth and what we were supposed to teach our children. Okay, so WTF are they doing every week for 1 hour 15 minutes during their "religious education" class? They say we are their primary religious education teachers, and the church teachers are just there for support. Ass backwards. Ridiculous. I left that place throwing eye daggers at the priest and ready to spit fire. Mr. FNW kept me quiet for fear I'd make the Virgin Mary bleed.
And they wonder why people are leaving the Catholic Church? They appoint a liberal pope who goes against long-seeded convictions and sit there with their degrees in theology but refuse to impart their learnings on our children? WTF? Home school CCD now? Oh, and they charge us for the books and classes, too. Double slap in the face.
Rant over.
Are they going Protestant? I thought one of the main things in the Catholic church is that the church does the teaching because the priests and nuns are closer to God and better teachers?
__________________
LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
How old is he? I took bottles away at 11 months, before they could get attached. Gone. Disappeared. Oh, lookie what I found...sippy cups. Actually, I found these really cool cups with built in straws at A.C. Moore which they used. You had to hold them, because there were no lids and it would spill if tipped over. But that's how they learn to drink without spilling.
Use a cup where he cannot see what is inside-water or milk or punch. Just hand it to him and walk away. And throw away the bottles. If he asks, tell him they broke, you are checking to get new ones, but in the meantime, he can use the cup.
How old is he? I took bottles away at 11 months, before they could get attached. Gone. Disappeared. Oh, lookie what I found...sippy cups. Actually, I found these really cool cups with built in straws at A.C. Moore which they used. You had to hold them, because there were no lids and it would spill if tipped over. But that's how they learn to drink without spilling.
Use a cup where he cannot see what is inside-water or milk or punch. Just hand it to him and walk away. And throw away the bottles. If he asks, tell him they broke, you are checking to get new ones, but in the meantime, he can use the cup.
Yeah...I'm not good at tough mom.... I know i need to just put on my mom pants and get it over with. He's 20 months.... Way to old for the bottle.
For Baby J, I "broke" her bottle and told her to please throw it away for me. Then, she had to use a cup. This may take a few if you have many bottles.
__________________
LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
For Baby J, I "broke" her bottle and told her to please throw it away for me. Then, she had to use a cup. This may take a few if you have many bottles.
Can you buy a really fun cup that has whatever his favorite TV or book character is on it? Make it fun so he wants to use the cup. Or even let him pick it out at the store.
For Baby J, I "broke" her bottle and told her to please throw it away for me. Then, she had to use a cup. This may take a few if you have many bottles.
We have a dozen glass bottles : (
Pfffft. Child's play. I had too many to count. But they were plastic. Anyway, just put them in the recycle bin in the garage/outside and be done with it. He'll forget about them in a day. Worst case scenario, he goes a day or two without milk. So give him cheese or some other dairy, and vitamins.
DH, DN, and I were out shopping last night and we found tervis sippy cups. DN made me leave... She said her ovaries are being crushed under my expectations.
__________________
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou