Riley ❄️☃️🥶
Beer, hockey and smart-ass remarks
- One of my resolutions for 2026 (which I’ve already put to the test a few times) is “no longer accepting non-apologies.” “I’m sorry you feel that way”. Apologize for what you did, not how I feel about it. My feelings are mine to deal with. “I’m sorry if i hurt you.” No, not “if”. “That”. /1
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View full thread“I’m sorry you were hurt.” That’s like punching me and blaming my blood vessels for causing the bruise. It was your hand that punched me. Your apology needs to accept responsibility for your actions, not just generally address the consequences.
- I grasp the concept but as someone with a family member on the spectrum, sometimes ‘I’m sorry you feel this way’ or ‘I’m sorry, it was not my intention to…’ creates an opportunity to examine where the disconnect happened. This is not gaslighting but an honest approach that gives a chance for growth.
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- After that dinner? Thoughts and prayers…
- getting stronk
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- Tricep work - raise the dumbbells straight up over your head then down. You want to balance biceps and triceps as best you can so the groups support each other.
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- Excellent. This might sound odd but don’t sleep on lifts. You want to build evenly.
- Keep the weights line aligned - it’s more effort but more gains.
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- Snax?
- TFW it’s 20(f) / -7(c) and you’re on the back deck drinking and getting caught up with beloved little brother @andrewjack.bsky.social … look, the dog has to go potty no matter what…
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- I… pardon?
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View full threadFair. I will never swear in polite company but other times I can ring with the best of them. Fun fact: years ago I was bailing in copper weatherstripping along the back door and babysitting so a 4yo was ‘helping me’ while his 6yo sister watched Cinderella. I missed the nail and totally took out 1/
- My thumb. Ordinarily I’d be *inventing* profanities but not with Littles in that close proximity…. So instead, I danced around the kitchen with my hand stuffed into my armpit singing ‘Bippity Boopity Boo’ at the top of my lungs for a few minutes.
