
I took this after he finished therapy with the behavioral therapist that he’s begun to see to help him better and more safely learn how to manage outbursts of anger. Bub will throw down for a pizza Lunchable.
the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"

I took this after he finished therapy with the behavioral therapist that he’s begun to see to help him better and more safely learn how to manage outbursts of anger. Bub will throw down for a pizza Lunchable.

I tried to get a good picture of it, and this was the best that I could get. I absolutely love this. It’s one of those baseball shirts. When gaming with Bub, we just use his nickname (“Bub”) as our gamer tag, especially because that’s one more way to avoid using his real name or the kids’ real names in public spaces online.
Wake up in the morning.
There’s a war happening on the other side of the world. Great.


Even though our washer… continues not to work as it should (and the decision is soon going to have to be made whether to try to replace individual parts in the hope that we’re able to figure out, and replace, what caused it to stop working, or just get a completely different one), our gaming and streaming desk is now put together. All I have to do is reorganize the wires at the back of the desk a bit better than they are and I think I’ve got everything on it that I need to have on it, let alone satisfactorily. And then there’s the more minor issue of making sure that the desktop is completely loaded, because although it is still impressively fast it won’t load the most recent version of Windows on it, and there are certain things that I’ve been able to get this one to do or load onto this one when it ran the previous version of Windows that… wait for it, that one gives me grief on, even though they are roughly comparable. I suppose I’ll find out the majority of it later…
Knowing us, in the interim we’ll probably have to buy a new washer though. This thing seems like it’s kaput.