Like a clue?
M-o-A is there any truth to the rumor going around Hollywood that you hubby will be starring in the remake of the movie Clueless?
How soon can we get one of these to Mom-of-Andrew’s husband?
::TOTALLY NOT SAFE FOR WORK LINK - NAKED BOOBIES AND SEX TOYS AHOY!::
Sounds like what you need is a good solid fuck.
Ducks and runs
Why yes that was a joke.
I don’t know but apparently he needs one stat Cat Whisperer.
Well today I was out partaking in the joys of consumerism, and I made a stop along the way to put in some paperwork and a payment but found out they don’t take debit or credit there so I had to book it up the road to a convenience mart and use the ATM there (which I really hate to do but I wasn’t going to drive to my banks machine and back). Well The stupid ATM fucked up and didn’t give me money the first time but it debited my account! I figured I would take money out at the same time for some of the shopping I needed to do to avoid more debit fees and now I’m out a couple hundred dollars until the fucking ATM is balanced.
At least I noticed my bank balance right away (thank you smart phones and mobile bank sites!) so I was able to call and let the bank know but not in time to note down the number on the ATM to let them know it fucked up. So I will have to go to an area I don’t usually visit and pay for parking again to just get the number to call.
I’m lucky, my company announced a profit share so I won’t be tight or anything right before Christmas until it gets fixed but a part of me still hyperventilates that my money is not in my hands!
And if the place I was at was part of the 21st century I wouldn’t be having this issue! But they only take cash or cheque and who carries cheques nowadays?
Tonight was my company’s Christmas party. The first one ever in the company’s history. I was really looking forward to going with my husband; having a night out for a change - until my daughter started having panic attacks at the thought of being home alone for the 3-4 hours of the party.
She’s 18, but is bipolar and has been working through her issues, as well as getting used to her new medication. We had talked it all out this afternoon, but by the time we were dressed and ready to go, she was starting into a full-blown attack.
So I called my boss and made my apologies, and we ordered pizza and watched a movie. She’s asleep now, and I’m watching The Philadelphia Story and wishing I had a normal 18 year old who would give anything to have a night at home without her parents. I love her very, very much, but sometimes things are…difficult.
Indyleen, I have no advice. No words. Next time can you ask a friend to sit with your daughter? I take drugs when I feel a panic attack coming. I understand how your daughter feels, its like I’m going to die right away.
(eyes shift around to look for mods…not wanting to get scolded for suggestion illegal things)
Pot helps me a lot. So much so that I’ve given up on the legal stuff. Its like OMG, I’m going to fall off my chair and hit my head on the floor over and over, shivering and sweating and shaking…but if I think to load up my pipe and take a few hits it stops.
I already told my family that I cannot participate in Christmas because I have no money and what I have is going toward my medical tests this next week.
Then, Thursday night, my left front tire goes flat. I change it in the work parking lot, drive to the convenience store and fill it up. Leave it in the trunk overnight. Get up plenty early to put it back on the car. It is flat. Now in the light, I get to look at it good. It’s so bald the metal reinforcing is sticking out of the sides.
Driving on the emergency spare since then.
So now I get to spend money on a new tire for an old beater with 170,000 miles on it. Money I don’t have. Awesome.
Flatlined, thanks for the kind words. We tried to find someone to come over and hang out with her, or somewhere for her to go, but nothing worked out. Everyone had other plans. That’s why we were going to give the “home alone” plan a try.
As far as your other suggestion, I’ll just say that we have positive experience, but it is contraindicated with her current medication. (And frankly, we don’t have a reliable source, and we’re having success with the legal stuff right now.)
I am so sorry,** Indyellen**. You sound like a very caring mom who is doing the best she can for her daughter.
I always have a couple of cheques folded up in the back pocket of my wallet. 
I have no clue what “cheques” are. Isn’t that a breakfast cereal?
(If I know I will need one I put one in my wallet, but I forgot they had told me until I was there.)
Check for you American’s then.
One of my roommates just went to Thailand for three months. Conveniently, they forgot to pay me back for their share of utilities. Yet she was always able to throw dinner parties with her expensive organic foods.
The best thing about going home for the holidays will be two weeks during which I can browse the internet without automatically being redirected to a .de site or having my language autoselected as German. Fuck it’s annoying.
ETA: Especially you, fucking Google books. NO other Google services tries to redirect me to .de with EVERY FUCKING CLICK, so fucking stop. I don’t want a bibliothek, I want a fucking library, bitches.
My parents are visiting from far away. I love them and it’s wonderful having them here. They’re getting on in years now and I want them to have as much time with their grandson as possible.
I have one of the worst colds I’ve ever had, with major snot and coughing and phlegm and eye crusties and I’ve completely lost my voice for two full days, and seem to be starting a third today.
OMG WHAT A PAIN IN THE ASS IT IS NOT TO BE ABLE TO TALK WHEN MY MOTHER IS HERE. I can whisper, but she isn’t getting those hearing aids she needs until next year. I can’t really chat or discuss OR ARGUE. :eek:
I have been needing a lot of naps lately.
Also, last night when the kid was asleep I flushed the toilet and it started to overflow, a thing I purely hate. I quickly ducked down to crank the water valve shut to limit the damage and the handle is gone. The handle is gone?! WTF! Husband installed a sink in there recently but why the toilet supply valve…? So I try to call him for help with this, and did I mention that I’ve lost my voice? In my panic I manage to produce this high-pitched squeal of “HILP! HILP! HILP!” sounding like a housewife in a 1940s cartoon jumping on a chair because there’s a fucking mouse. Poor husband nearly had a heart attack thinking my head had fallen off or something.
Damnit, I really really wanted a shot at destroying sad flower’s soul. Now I’ll never know.
Obviously been deflowered.
Dear husband,
I’m glad you’ve got a light couple of weeks coming up. You work hard, you do deserve a break. But honest t’ gods, if you spend the entire time with the TV on, I may have to kill you. Or it. For the love of Idon’tknowwhat - go outside, go read a book, go clean up your computer disaster area, hell go take a nap, BUT TURN OFF THE FUCKING TELEVISION!!
whew…ok, sorry… better now… thanks.
I’ve got you beat by 15 years and mine has never said no to chocolate. Well, she’s been known to stare at the box suspiciously, poke at it with a finger and reserve it “for later”, as well as to ask how much did it cost (at which point the whole family suffers from an attack of deafness). She’s also been known, in younger years, to eat the whole box or package in one sitting and without sharing (this includes Grandpa’s traditional make-up offerings), or to put it in an opaque tupperware labeled “fish” so people won’t take it. Rumors that she was observed taking the tupperware out of the fridge, caressing it and calling it “my preeeeeesssioussss…” remain unconfirmed.
No, really; last month when Mom went to visit she brought Grandma a box of chocolate truffles; Grandma reserved it “for later”, put it in a tupperware labeled “fish” once her daughter couldn’t see her and would take the tupperware out of the fridge, look around (completely missing her Santa-sized daughter standing in the corridor outside the kitchen), open up a corner of the tupperware, peek, close it back up and put it back in the fridge, but she did not, repeat not, say “my preeeeeessssioussss…” Mom’s worried that if Grandma does, indeed, turn into Gollum, she’ll outlive us all.