Ok our journal has been published which means I am officially done for the year now.
Mabel and I just baked some dog biscuits for her
And I’m gonna spend the rest of the day cleaning and reading ✌️
Ok our journal has been published which means I am officially done for the year now.
Mabel and I just baked some dog biscuits for her
And I’m gonna spend the rest of the day cleaning and reading ✌️
Mabel had her first groom today and they just sent me a Christmas photo of her. Look at her happy lil tongue 🥹
In other news: I’m mad at how much work I have to do despite making it very clear to the universe that I was not planning on working this month.
Great weather today, so Mabel decided to get cracking on some of those summer jobs of hers
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Quick update. Mr. Omoikiri and I finally got hitched a week ago
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And Mabel is still the cutest puppy in the world
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Just poking my head in after a very long absence to let everyone know that as of 3:15 today I am henceforth to be known only as Dr. Omoikiri 💪
Stopping by for a life update because it’s been a while.
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What’s new with you guys. I’ve missed you ❤️
Been a while since I dropped by. This is why:
I think we’re finally at submission day 😬
So I know I always call him Mr. Omoikiri but that’s just for ease because he’s my human and he has been for a long time and we always knew we were stuck with each other for forever. But I guess he really is (soon to be) mr. Omoikiri now
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I went to visit nana in respite care today. The place she is is really nice and the nurses and the others there are lovely. I genuinely think it’s as nice as you can get with these kinds of things. The problem is that nana’s dementia means that she forgets why she’s there. Her short term memory is about 5 minutes long now, and every few minutes she asked me “when do I get to go home?” It broke my heart every time. She doesn’t remember what happened to put her there and she doesn’t understand. When she saw me walk into the common space she jumped up and said “you’ve come to take me home!!” It was all I could do to not cry on the spot. She’s also started reverting to being scared of my grandfather. He’s been dead for 30 years. He was a raging alcoholic and very physically and emotionally violent, but nana also gave out as much as she got back in the day and has never expressed being afraid of him before. But when I kept having to say to her “no Nan, this is your home now, remember? You’re here so that we can keep you safe” she’d just nod and go “right, to keep me safe from him he’s always so angry when he drinks.” So that’s interesting.
Anyway I took her to the pancake parlour and let her go to town and order anything she wanted and she was so stoked. She’s never as happy as she is when she’s got dessert.
I need and entire bottle of wine and a good cry now.
I am a language professional. We tend to believe firmly in descriptivism. Language is fluid and you can do whatever you want with it. There is no right or wrong. Nothing really upsets me except for when people say ‘an historical X’ or ‘an horrific X’ but even then it just makes me scrunch my nose up.
But there is one thing that I cannot accept. One thing that makes stop what I’m doing and just want to scream in disgust ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU CLOWN??’
And it’s when Americans refer to pasta as ‘noodles’
Especially if they call it a ‘lasagne noodle’
AHHHHHH. I’ve been CITED. Someone referenced MY academic paper in THEIR academic paper. It’s my first citation. I’m so excited I’m gonna pee myself 🚽🥳🚽🥳🚽🥳
Not a bird contribution, sorry. But Mabel’s shenanigans this morning:
Her and her best mate at the dog park (which doubles as the local cricket ground) decided to play vigorous bitey face on the freshly painted red boundary lines. So now she’s pink. 🤦♀️
She’s very proud of her work though. I guess she’s just showing up for the Pink Test.