Life, With Kids

Liz, wife to Jim and mom of three wonderful little girls, Lyn, Becca and Sam.

[finnwolfhad]

i want everyone to just take a minute & appreciate this

[sim-simma]

This has made my morning

[niknak79]

[odysseusyes]

even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk

[eatsleepcrap]

*straightens calculator*

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:

n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

[crashingsunlight]

Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries

[eatsleepcrap]

*straightens calculator again*

Kick the fucking door in

[the-brave-little-blogger]

well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. and this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, thats most likley it. 

[everyonesfavoriteging-blog]

some sherlock holmes shit just went down over here

[the-neon-pineapple]

No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

Sherlock out.

[perks-of-being-chinese]

woah.

[panicrobot]

it got better

[twistedthicket1-deactivated2022]

and this is why the sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

[ofthefantastic]

Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

[venatrix26]

Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.

The light is green.

The door is already open.

[party-gilmore]

And that’s why we have a John Watson.

[lotrlocked]

This is “top 10 favorite posts” level.

[moriartyfortheevening]

Omg, it’s actually on my dash! This post is like a fossil!

[steinbecks]

so i was wondering where rey learned to understand binary (the language of astromech droids) because she’s a lone scavenger living on a desert planet and i was thinking that maybe sometime in the course of her star destroyer spelunking adventures, let’s say she’s 14 years old; she finds part of an astromech droid that’s still functioning just enough to talk. so she decides not to trade it to unkar plutt for portions and takes it home instead, cleans it up. hooks it up to an old comm screen so she can see what it’s saying while she’s still learning all its beeps and whistles. and then at the end of a long day, when she gets home, she scrubs the sand off her face, pours the sand out of her boots, and just sits and talks to her barely-functioning astromech droid, whose knowledge is thirty years old: coruscant, the seat of the empire (what empire?) updates on the construction of the death star. bounty notices for han solo, smuggler. the imperial senate, disbanded (but what about the new senate?) 

the hot, dry air of jakku, making mirages of old memories just outside the shell of her AT-AT. the desert so quiet that you can hear sand sliding down the dunes, in soft silky layers. rey, scraping crumbs off her plate with her fingertips, pressing her droid with more questions. what’s naboo? what’s a forest? how big is a forest? what’s a tree? how many trees are there? (no one else tells her about these things. no one else talks to her.) the droids go everywhere, she realizes. they see everything and keep everything, scavengers of memory and information, of events and people and ideas. she learns binary until she gets good enough to detach the comm screen and just listen; during the day she quietly practices binary to herself, whistling each beep and tone as she hikes the dunes to the star destroyers, her calves aching. when she gets home, the droid greets her with a happy beep. for a few months, it feels nice, strange, hopeful. it feels odd to have someone waiting for her. refreshing, almost. 

and then one day rey comes home and the astromech droid doesn’t beep, no whistle of greeting. the light in its glassy round eye is dark. the fuel cells are dead. her heart sinks. she searches the star destroyer endlessly for another working fuel cell, tries to trade for them at niima outpost, but to no avail: the model is too old, and any fuel cells that could work are all being used for other things. that night she wears her x-wing helmet and sniffs, watching the stars, wrestling with hope and despair in equal measure; in the morning she drags the droid to unkar plutt and trades its parts for twelve portions. the first portion is bitter and tasteless, more so than usual, but it’s alright, rey thinks. her friend even fed her.

 and now she talks to all the astromech droids that pass through niima outpost. they don’t mind talking to her. they’re happy to tell her how hyperdrives work, what a compressor does, how to fix an acceleration compensator. and every time she hopes that maybe, the droid will end up on a distant planet somewhere else, and it’ll mention a girl on jakku, a girl who polished its casing and oiled its hinges, a girl who’s been waiting for a long time, and someone will look up with a twinge of recognition and realize it’s time to go back. it’s time for her to come home… it never happens. but rey tries anyway, because the droids go everywhere, see everything, meet everyone… so she stays, and waits. 

[sad-jew-with-cake-deactivated20]

my sister-in-law, who has no kids and does not spend time around children ever, decided she wanted to take my kids on an “outing” yesterday. (she sees them like 4 times a year usually). she took them to some weird historical u.s. military fort museum thing, it’s like a big compound with like 15 buildings enclosed by a fence. anyway my 5-yr-old saw one of those red metal fire alarm boxes on the wall and asked his aunt “what does that say?”

now the correct answer to this question, in my opinion, would be “that is a fire alarm. we only touch fire alarms if there is a fire. if there is a fire, you would pull the handle and it would make a very loud noise so that other people know to get out of the building.”

according to several reliable sources, my sister-in-law’s answer to the question was, “it says ‘pull.’”

so anyway that’s how they managed to evacuate all 15 buildings at the museum and why this is probably their last “outing” for a while.

[youngparenthood]

I may have volunteered myself to lead the community garden project for our church. 😳 Time to play with a few garden mapping apps/websites so I have some ideas to show the pastor. I'm pretty excited about this, but I'm hoping my anxiety doesn't drive me crazy with this.

[today-ifuckedup]

Today, I fucked up... by pranking my wife

So I have been setting this prank up for about 3 weeks now, but unfortunately the fruits of my labor came to fruition yesterday. All for the best I guess.

Background: My wife and I are very healthy and we eat the same thing for breakfast every day, well maybe a solid 350 days a year. It is egg whites and toast. It has got to the point that if I don’t eat this for breakfast my entire day feels “off.” I put salsa on my eggs while she uses ketchup and she has to have ketchup or else she will not eat breakfast. We have a backup bottle or two in the pantry just in case she runs out.

3 weeks ago: I notice that her bottle is running pretty low and she has to actively shake the bottle to get the last remnants out. We are pretty earth conscious as well, so nothing goes to waste, use until the last drop! There is still just enough left in the bottle that I can tell she is thinking that she shouldn’t recycle it just yet and puts it back into the fridge. I notice this thought process going on in her head and decide I should mess with her. Once we finish up breakfast she goes to get ready. I take one of the full bottles of ketchup and add just enough to the almost empty bottle so that she will have the amount needed for breakfast the next day. Breakfast the next day rolls around and she does the same thing adds ketchup to her breakfast and decides there is just enough to save and puts it back in the fridge. I again refill the bottle with just enough for the next day. I should also mention that she is short, I hid the refill bottle at the top of the pantry so she could not see that it had been opened and used.

2 weeks ago: After 7 days slyly watching her add ketchup to her breakfast I can begin to see an intrigued look on her face when she is prepping her breakfast. She doesn’t say anything, but you can tell she has taken notice of the bottle. This goes on for another 7 days.

1 week ago: Breakfast continues to go off without a hitch and every time she adds the ketchup to her breakfast she gets a little twinkle in her eye, like she really really wants to say something about it, but doesn’t want me to make fun of her being crazy and thinking the ketchup bottle is never ending. To the point that she will look at me, start to say something and then stop herself change the subject and put the bottle away. I have never looked forward to breakfast so much in my entire life!

All this week: She is on the verge of saying something everyday. Its becoming hard to not laugh while watching her add the ketchup to her eggs, but I am laughing hysterically on the inside. At this point I have used roughly a half bottle of ketchup refilling the other one. This is all I can imagine when watching her

Yesterday: She adds ketchup to her breakfast and looks me directly in the eye and dead serious says, “/myname/ we have a fucking magical ketchup bottle.” I could not control my laughter and proceed to loose my shit while she tries to explain to me how she has used the exact same bottle of ketchup for 3 weeks and it has been almost “empty” the entire time. She now thinks I am laughing because of her belief in magic and she is trying as hard as possible to convince me that she is serious and it IS magic. I proceed to go into the pantry, take out the half empty bottle of ketchup and place it on the counter. It all finally clicks in her head and at that moment the empty ketchup bottle clicked into my head, but don’t care because I made a magic ketchup bottle happen so I am essentially Jesus.

TL;DR made my wife believe we had a magic ketchup bottle, but it hurt just as much as normal bottle when flung at my face.

[coffeeinspirations]

[loversdreamersandyou]

[youngparenthood]

One of theses days we'll get our bed back to just the two of us. But really, I just love getting all the snuggles I can get while they're little.

[fashionthronee]

[richparadise]

👋🏾

[onetobeamup]

I was thinking about this on the train, bochra does extensive research on human holidays and makes a Christmas card for Geordi and Geordi writes back that this is really nice but he doesn’t celebrate Christmas, and bochra is like what no that’s impossible of course you do it’s a human holiday and Geordi is like ok some of that is true but Kwanzaa

[agatharights]

Bochra being super confused by the idea of multiple cultures within’ a species or greater cultural unity because Romulans are hyper-uniform, and then he goes down the rabbit hole of

“Wait, how many different cultural celebrations are there among Humans?”

Long story short, Bochra stays up for three days straight reading about human cultures and social practices and winds up more confused than he was to begin with and eventually just settles on sending a card that basically reads “Non-denominational Greetings” and “Happy Northern Hemisphere Winter Celebration”

[onetobeamup]

All transmissions between the two of them are very carefully monitored by both sides, so you have the Romulans almost not sending it through because something this weird is probably a code??? There’s no winter in space. Why would u need non denominational holidays why wouldn’t u have just one and be done with it? Anyway it arrives two months late because it had to go through the Tal Shiar three times

[agatharights]

Somewhere there’s just super confused Tal Shiar agents who are trying to figure out all this “Holiday” nonsense and they wind up spending half their research budget on Santa Clause because an omniscient being who can leave behind objects entering homes despite all precautions, sometimes to dole out punishments (they don’t get the coal thing…) is truely a force to be wary of.

In the end, they come to the conclusion that Santa is most likely a mythical figure, instead of a factual one. Still, that doesn’t stop them from making him a sort of unofficial mascot for the Tal Shiar’s intelligence on Earth.

HE SEES YOU WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPING

HE KNOW WHEN YOU’RE AWAKE

HE KNOWS IF YOU’VE BEEN BAD OR GOOD

SO BE GOOD FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE

[youngparenthood]

I feel like @daughterofthebeard would appreciate these Christmas gifts that the hubs received. 😄

[truffledmadness]

You know those cutesy embroidery-looking graphics with, like, a butterfly saying “Be a bitch” or “Never Apologize” in cursive letters? (and the butterflies and flowers with faces and pastel colors are supposed to show that these are messages for women, only somehow that isn’t sexist)? They show up a lot on certain pop feminist blogs and they’ve always bugged me.

Anyway, I kind of want to do a series of opposite graphics. Like, a really metal looking t-rex saying in spiky, blood-dripping letters “Be polite to all you interact with” or a flaming shark saying “err on the side of apologizing if you think you may have hurt someone.” Fuck the “cutesy aggression” aesthetic. I want snarling, badass, compassionate etiquette.

[bookofunwrittenspells]

I read The Martian today… And had a great time. As a Chem major, I can verify that everything Mark said about Chemistry is 100% true

[the-martian-movie]

More: http://the-martian-movie.tumblr.com/

Read or listen to the book here. Free audiobook for new Audible users.

[broadwaybrokemyheart-blog]

Yesterday I was thinking how cool it would be if someone made an album where the songs played straight through made one continuous story and then there were music videos to show each part of the story but then I was like

Musicals This is what a musical is

[millerflintstone]

tumblr thoughts

It’d be more useful if people actually organized to communicate to tumblr their displeasure with the lack of replies as opposed to just bitching about it. Could you imagine a bunch of folks picketing tumblr HQ? That’d be wild.

I hadn’t actually emailed support about replies until today. They directed me to this site https://www.tumblr.com/support which brings up a form you can fill out. Have you filled out the form to indicate you want replies back? I just did. I put it under the feature request category

Maybe if they get inundated it will make a difference. Maybe not. But it’s more effective than just complaining, IMO.

[j-in-the-north]

Do it!

[cancerousmexicanfetusrapewhistle]

I like how glasses suggest intelligence instead of broken eyes.