Thank you Rick. Now I know what to play if anybody requests Christmas music in the background.
The Niece did ballet last year and is doing hip-hop now… I suspect she’d love it. We might want to bounce-proof the room before playing it for her, though.
God I hate that. Especially when the fucking package doesn’t actually ship until a few days later. Do these idiots not think anyone can read the tracking. It tells when the package actually shipped dipshits!
How about The Litter Drummer boy:
Simply being metal is not “death metal”. Just like how the Dark Side is not just any side, but the Republican side! I’m not interested in homeopathic cures for my saccharine sweet Christmas diabetes, this is an emergency intervention for mental health reasons.
I’m rather fond of Jesus, over all, and I’d just as soon keep it that way, but Christmas makes it a lot tougher.
I’m not sure this could be more petty, but my husband likes some murder tv. So he is watching a show about forensic evidence closing cases. And they show a detective, and he says " so all we have at this point is circumstantial evidence. …we don’t have any direct evidence - like fingerprints or DNA."
I’m pretty sure (and i am not a lawyer , or even particularly legal in much of my life) that “direct evidence” refers to witnesses who saw the crime commissioned. Dna and fingerprints ARE circumstantial, not direct, evidence.
The freaking fuck … I got stuck waiting at the doc’s for a routine check and was chatting with some lady. I mentioned that this coming Valentines Day will be our 25th anniversary, and she wondered how many kids we had. I told her we had none, and with a little more discussion it came out that it was because I could not have kids and had my tubes tied for health reasons. She expressed wonder that I could find someone to marry me despite being horribly damaged and not being able to pop out kids like my hoohaa was a freaking clown car.
What the fuck is it with these quiverful morons, is the only thing a woman is valued for is popping out spawn annually?
And you didn’t cunt punch her because…?
My pat answer for people who ask if I have/want kids is with much animation and inflection, “OH God no.” So far it’s been plenty for them to get the point and drop it like a hot rock.
Presumably because they were in a gynecologist’s office where the doctor could fix the bitch up right away, so it would have been a wasted effort…
That would work, I am no longer young enough to pull off the quivering lip, squeeze a few tears out “we have been trying but nothing is working” thing 
Punching someone on security camera is good for a quick ride to the police station. I prefer revenge to be more covert than that when I can manage it.
I simply don’t see why anybodies reproduction is anybody elses business if you are not knocking boots, same with sexuality. I don’t care who is gay straight or confused unless they are doing it with me in my bed [or hammock, or bathtub or kitchen table] same with marriage, as long as everybody involved is adult, mentally all there and not drunk at the time.
What I want to say to my parents:
This is ridiculous. You booked the holiday without consulting with us, or informing us, and just assumed it would be okay to take my daughter before you’d even asked or told me the dates. You didn’t invite us.
And now you’re surprised I’ve said no?
You guys treat me like I’m the childminder and my sister’s the real mother. Everyone defers to her and over-rules my parenting, literally speaking over me and trying to persuade me to defer to her whenever I stand up for myself.
I’m a nervous wreck around it all. D comes home from these holidays so shaking and jittery that school have suggested she see the educational psychologist. **RealOmegaMan **is raging that once again he’s excluded from his own family. And I’m caught in the middle.
What I’ll actually probably say : umm no I’m really sorry but she’s not going with you. Sorry. Please stop guilting me.
I am going to Florida for Christmas. This sounds great to a lot of people, but because it will be 85F, it will be utter hell for me. Hot, humid weather causes migraines for me. It is terribly uncomfortable for me, and NO, 78F is not cool enough for the goddamn a/c. Try 72, and I’ll be more comfy.
But mom can’t do that, because she’s always cold. And if I set it at 72, she’ll put on a sweatshirt and look like the Little Match Girl freezing to death.
I love my mom, but I’ll be spending this holiday in the spare bedroom with the window a/c unit in it.
Pray for a major snowstorm on 12/23 in Boston so I don’t have to go.
Well, I decided to be utterly ruthless on my FB page.
Put everyone back on ‘follow’ and then made an announcement that I had done so and that while everyone could say anything they wanted because they did indeed have ‘Freedom of Speech’, I would be using my ‘Freedom of Association’ to defriend anyone who spewed Hate or Bigotry.
Third day, defriended the first person for sharing a ‘joke’ about assassinating Obama. Good riddance, jackass.
Last night ruthlessly shot down the wife of my former foster brother for sharing a claim that we spent $900 billion a year on welfare for illegal aliens. :smack: As I pointed out, the entire US welfare budget is $396 billion. Oh, and while illegal aliens pay taxes, they don’t collect tax refunds or federal benefits. Concluded with a lecture about knowing the truth of what you’re sharing before you share ludicrously false bullshit.
Yup, I’m old, and I ain’t got time for that shit anymore. I’m done quietly tolerating people’s hate in the name of getting along.
It’s not that I’m sick of Star Wars - it’s kind of refreshing to have something to look forward with all the terrorist news and scare-tactic election talk. HOWEVER, I’m sick of commercials using Star Wars to sell totally unrelated items. A Ford or Jeep puts you in touch with the Force? Target has stormtroopers chasing kids? Oh good grief, let’s let the movie rest on its own merits. It’s not like George Lucas needs more tie-in dollars to have a happy Christmas.
George sold out (and got $4 billion for it).
Disney on the other hand (the new owners) will take every red cent it can wring out of you.
Ah, my sister!! Just yesterday, someone at work asked me if I was going to see the new Star Wars movie this weekend. I said, no, I probably won’t see it at all. He looked astonished and walked away shaking his head in disbelief, as if it was incomprehensible that someone didn’t LOVE Star Wars. Seriously? News flash: There really is more to life than Star Wars.
You are my new hero. Bravo, Chimera!
My current favorite are the vast number of people who feel like it is in some fashion appropriate and helpful to pat me on the shoulder and “sympathize” about how worthless and lonely and meaningless my holiday season (and indeed my whole life) are because my husband and I can’t have children.
You know what derails having come around to accepting my infertility? THAT RIGHT THERE, MOTHERFUCKER!
Apparently moving buildings has made my doctor’s surgery incompetent. I’ve been getting a repeat prescription there every few months for the last 7 years, and they’ve always been OK. They say leave 48 hours after putting in the request, which is a little slow, but that’s not normally a problem for me, as it’s really close to the house. Until now.
Dropped off a request on Tuesday; the nice, helpful receptionist even printed out the form for me, (repeat prescriptions here come with a repeat request form attached, which I’d lost in the 3 months since I’d last got it), put it in the request box like normal, job sorted.
Went in to collect it today, and there was a new guy in reception that I’ve not seen before there. Asked to pick up the prescription, and, uhh… It’s not there. It’s not in the system. No record of it. Am I sure I dropped it off?
Do I need it? Yes. Uhh… He can put it through as an urgent request? Then I could pick it up any time after 4pm? No use for me. The surgery closes at 6, and I’m busy today, just heading out, and not due back until around 8. Oh. They can fax it through to a pharmacy? Just phone them from a pharmacy any time after 4pm. As I said, I’m busy today, no, I will not be in a pharmacy between 4 and 6pm, and no-one answers the phone when the surgery is closed, so it’s not really any time, is it?
I suggest they can fax it through to a late night pharmacy, of which there are at least 4 in the area, which I list, as he apparently has never heard of any. He agrees, yes, they can fax it to a late night pharmacy! Just phone when I know which.
I have no interest in phoning. I am here now. By the time I am free to get to any, the surgery will be closed. After I get home at 8pm, I can drive to any of the places I just listed. Can they fax it to one of them? Yes. Any of them. OK, now we have a workable option! How about pharmacy X? Any of them! Just let us know!
So, after one last attempt to get me to phone from pharmacy X to confirm, to which I pointed out that if I could get there I could get here, we agree that it should be faxed to pharmacy X, and he scribbles it down somewhere.
Got there just before 8pm. Guess what? No faxed prescription. The pharmacist was apologetic, and did check that it wasn’t anything life threatening (it’s merely uncomfortable and/or painful to be without), but, as it wasn’t, there was nothing he could do.
I’m going to have to go back tommorrow, and I’m going to have to try and get them to give it me there and then, or I’m not going to be able to get it before I go away for Christmas.
You just described my mom’s side of the family…the only thing women are supposed to do, according to them, is get married and have babies. In one particular family on that side, the young women (and girls) who aren’t married work as babysitters/nannies, and gush constantly about how beautiful it is that God designed women for the exclusive purpose of motherhood. (One of my cousins struggled to get pregnant, then quickly had a miscarriage…based on the gut-wrenching Facebook posts she produced about looking forward to being in heaven so she could hold her baby, I’m guessing that mindset has taken a toll on her.)
Naturally, I’m considered a complete failure since I had the audacity to go to college, I have letters after my name* (“E.I.” is totally worthless if you’re a female, since it does not create precious babies) and I’m also working instead of focusing on getting married.
*I’ve only known one engineer who had passed the FE exam and was using the “E.I.” suffix…although the envelope containing my certificate was addressed to “[my name], E.I.”
Most people think that if you choose not to have children (or in your case, have made peace with not being able to have them), there is something seriously, dangerously wrong with you. And by extension, your husband since the poor deprived thing stayed with you for so long when you have never given him any sons. It’s not just the quiverfull people unfortunately.