Kevin's Watch

kevinswatch wrote:It's basically comparing these two kinds of models used for modeling environmental systems.-jay

So the ending sort of writes itself, no?

In Jay's thesis was wrote wrote:In conclusion, this model sucks, but this other model sucks less. heh.

Yes, you can put me in your references.

Haha, yeah, that's it, basically.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggg

I've been stuck at 95 pages for the last couple of days.

Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Take me now, Lord! Take me now!

-jay

Down.

I don't know what I am doing wrong but my son has turned into a "rotter" (I know he's 2 1/2 and everything...but he's now almost impossible to deal with). Everywhere I take him he bosses around other kids. He thinks the playground is his and pushes other children away from play equiptment (even though he's had plenty of opportunity to use it before they've arrived). At the library today he screamed at another kid saying "no" and refused to let this other child take a book off the shelf (I had to leave the library embarrassed). At playgroup he often wrestles things off other kids. And if he's not doing that, he's manhandling other children. I'm starting to not want to take him anywhere because everywhere I go ends up in me having to spend the whole time trying to defuse situations. Some parents understand, others look at me like I have a little s**t of a kid. And often when I try to take him away from these situations he has a tantrum and he's far too strong for me to make him come with me if he doesn't want to...which leaves me helpless and stranded.

I feel much better today - I am showing signs of adjusting to the medication, so my emotions are getting better. However, my doctor has found something worrying in my blood, so there is some concern. But best of all, I found friendship again with someone dear to me who I thought I'd never speak to again. So very happy.

Bah. I told myself I wouldn't post this... Writing the whole thing out isn't doing Nilly any justice. So, the really short version of last night: One of the dogs I'm taking care of got very ill very quickly, and was past the point of rescue before I knew what was going on. She was euthanized this morning, and although her owners weren't with her at the end, I was, so she didn't die alone. It's the first time I've truly cried in years. I feel guilty because I didn't take action until it was too late, and that I didn't make her as comfortable as I could have, even on the trip to the vet. Despite her age, I didn't want to believe this was life-threatening - not until I saw the x-ray. Funny how quickly I made the transition between the two concepts, though. Her owners made the right call in letting her go, and I had to sit in the vet's office and listen to Dr. Anderson discuss it with them, so I guess that made it easier.

As I write this, it doesn't seem real, but I'm getting teary-eyed all the same. The other three dogs were pretty subdued when I left - she's been gone before, but this time they can tell she's not coming back. I've left her collar on the table for her owners, and I just know I'm going to cry again when I see it tonight. It's so hard to lose a friend, but even harder when you have to be there and see her through the end. Damn it, I'm crying again.

Her name was Silly Nilly, and she was a Scottish Deerhound, 11 years old.

Seareach wrote:Down.

I don't know what I am doing wrong but my son has turned into a "rotter" (I know he's 2 1/2 and everything...but he's now almost impossible to deal with). Some parents understand, others look at me like I have a little s**t of a kid.

His Mom is a Linden lover.
End of story.


(He's only 2 1/2? looks bigger)
My boy is almost 3 1/2 and it sounds like they would enjoy playing with each other.
We should lock them in a room with plenty of toys and then we go enjoy a lunch while they beat the living crap out of each other and scream at the top of thier lungs when they don't get what they want.

You're doing all the playground, library, playgroup things.
So right there you're doing better than most parents!
You just have to suffer through and try not to beat yourself up (and him) too much.

Check out that book "What to expect with a toddler" or a "3year old" or something like that.
There's usually a few stories that match yours with a few tricks and suggestions.
I'm not saying it will work but sometimes it better knowing that there's enough parents struggling the same as you to warrent your story getting into a book.

I was just talking to my wife about this.
It's tough taking Tyler anywhere lately.
He's an angel then a Raver then an angel again......
But it's just a phase.
Good luck!

Grossed out....so I just found out that the "medical device" that I am doing a failure analysis on is a rectal probe......

Uhh...exactly how will you be testing said device?

dANdeLION wrote:Uhh...exactly how will you be testing said device?

I will take volunteers....

Well, I was gonna let you do an analysis of my probe, but I don't usually use it quite that way....

dANdeLION wrote:Well, I was gonna let you do an analysis of my probe, but I don't usually use it quite that way....

I really don't think you want your probe torqued down to a crystal.......

Well, I'd at least like to take you to dinner first.

dANdeLION wrote:Well, I'd at least like to take you to dinner first.

If I'm gonna torque your probe to a crystal, maybe I should take you out to dinner....

LOL! It's a date. Well, dinner, at least. You visit here, i'll pay. I visit you, you can pay.

dANdeLION wrote:LOL! It's a date. Well, dinner, at least. You visit here, i'll pay. I visit you, you can pay.

<never realized dAN was so kinky>

Seareach wrote:Down.

I don't know what I am doing wrong but my son has turned into a "rotter" (I know he's 2 1/2 and everything...but he's now almost impossible to deal with). Everywhere I take him he bosses around other kids. He thinks the playground is his and pushes other children away from play equiptment (even though he's had plenty of opportunity to use it before they've arrived). At the library today he screamed at another kid saying "no" and refused to let this other child take a book off the shelf (I had to leave the library embarrassed). At playgroup he often wrestles things off other kids. And if he's not doing that, he's manhandling other children. I'm starting to not want to take him anywhere because everywhere I go ends up in me having to spend the whole time trying to defuse situations. Some parents understand, others look at me like I have a little s**t of a kid. And often when I try to take him away from these situations he has a tantrum and he's far too strong for me to make him come with me if he doesn't want to...which leaves me helpless and stranded.

Sounds like the "terrible twos." Are you sure he doesn't have a diva/supermodel personality from all the pictures you've taken of him? But really: I think it'll all work out; best that he gets it out of his system now, rather than in teenage years, where such behavior would be far more destructive. Best of luck! And if luck doesn't work, use a horse whip.

As for myself: I'm feeling very good, despite that fact I'm listening to some Mahler. Das Lied von Der Erde is not happy stuff!

Lorelei wrote: <never realized dAN was so kinky>

Heh, those 5 kids of mine didn't make themselves, you know.

Carumaba! That sounded like an "open-ended" conversation.

I'm feeling relief, pain and kinda depressed right now. At 9am this morning my SUV was tagged in the passenger side by some unlicensed clown going 40mph though a red light. The foster boys are absolutely fine-I can't sing praises to the Graco Co. high enough for those carseats. The car would have struck Adrien's door head on if I hadn't hit the gas and turned the SUV towards his direction. There's not much left of the front of "his" car but damm that old Envoy is a tough bitch. Didn't look like anything happened until you go around to the other side to find the rim bent, tire torn off and axel broken. I got the worst of it by my seat belt got contusions in the hip and leg. What depresses me is that I'm been stretching and playing basketball like crazy (for my trip back east) and finally got rid of my pesky siatica in my left hip. Oh well things could get worse and I probably won't care about a thing where Tam gets back from the drug store with my cyclobenzaprine. We loved that little Jimmy/Envoy prototype, be a shame to have to shoot her. I think I did good though, if I had hesitated, at all, it could have been much worse...

Yikes! So glad you and yours are okay. Hope they skin the jerk who hit you.

Thanks jwaneeta, and I mean that sincerely.