Well, OK, but drink the coffee up first. No sense in wasting it!
Thanks JLZ. Cancer sucks 
Bitch!
Move your ass.
You are sitting in half way in the post office parking lot. Your ass is sticking out blocking the right lane. The cars in front of you have been moving, and there you sit. Now there are 3 car lengths between you and the car in front of you and you just sit your skanky ass there totally oblivious to the fact that you are blocking traffic.
I’m sorry about your friend, saje.
I hope that digs’ friend is doing as well as can be expected as well.
Today, I learned that I didn’t have go back to AZ to sign the contract with the realtor. He was very apologic about it, and it was a miscommunication on my part as well. He thought I was still in the state.
So…I slogged around in the mud and snow to be totally depressed on my birthday, I like to mail my Christmas cards at JackAss Flats for the postmark. Yeah, I’m wierd, but my friends are weird as well. I sent Bill’s birthday card from there and he not only noticed, he called me to laugh about it. But, I digress, that post office closed and of course I didn’t think to call and ask before making the hour drive.
Then I find out that I didn’t have to be here at all. Now I’m sitting at a starbucks, waiting for my flight home. I hate flying.
Oh well, it wasn’t all a waste, I got to see my friends and check up on Tony, so that’s good.
I’m an ungrateful twat.
My sister and I bought each other audiobooks via Audible for Christmas, and apparently we each, independently and without me telling her what happened, did the thing where we thought you designate it as a gift when you get to checkout rather than before you put it into your cart. I did that, realized I’d accidentally bought it for myself, went on their support chat, was told I had to call in to fix it, did so, and they painlessly refunded me the money and told me to pick “buy as a gift” before I put it in my virtual “cart.” I then rebought it as a gift and printed the code on a cute gift card for her, so she can redeem it and it’s on her account.
My sister did the same “whoops, bought it for myself” problem, but she e-mailed me to tell me to just log into her account and download it, and she’ll change the password later. So if I ever lose my tech gear via disaster or whatever, I don’t have any rights to it; it’s on her account, not mine. And I’m feeling stupidly bitchy about not wanting to fuck around with getting it as a result. WTF.
Can I just hibernate for the next few weeks so I don’t have to deal with the holidays?
Thinks we might want to make a Churlish Corner for stuff like that, Ferret Herder. I’ll help decorate with nice chairs and good coffee and chocolate. We can hide out there with NO flipping Christmas music.
I know, right? I usually like the holidays except for dealing with family and gifts and stuff! Oh yeah, and I didn’t find out until yesterday and today where/when my husband’s side and my side were going to host Christmas, plus I have to call both hostesses for potluck ideas - except yeah, I’m coming to town the day prior for my side and staying in a hotel… so I hope you’re cool with non-perishables. Gosh, it’s almost as though there should be Some Other Reason for holidays. Maybe it’ll come to me…
Dammit UPS! I get an email today saying you tried to deliver a package to me but my address was incorrect. So I call the phone number in the message and the very nice and helpful lady says I need an apartment number. I say I don’t have an apartment number. She says the driver said he wasn’t sure if it was apartment A or B. I say he must have gone across the street, those buildings have As and Bs. She says someone will call me tomorrow morning to confirm my address.
I understand that this is their busy season and they’ve probably hired some new drivers, but it’s really not that hard to find the right side of the street in my apartment complex. The drives are clearly marked, and all the odd numbered address (like mine) are on the left side drives, and the even numbered addresses are on the right side.
I guess at least I should be glad the person who they tried to deliver it to was honest about it.
Fuck fuck fuck. this bloody year does not want to let me go. headfin off to hav ethe bunny put down.fuc fuck fuck he is in pain and i cannot have him in pain but i dont want to lose him either fuck
Good god, my fucking mother just NEVER misses a chance to corrupt a conversation with a sly reference to how WORRIED she is that my daughter is getting fat (WORRIED! for HER sake!)
Here’s an idea, you god damned harpy. If you’re really worried for your granddaughter’s sake, how about, you know, loving her the way she is? Instead of making her feel like she isn’t good enough and clothing your nasty jabs in health concerns and sanctimony?
Because trust me, she KNOWS about her tummy bulge. She’s NINE – I already limit snacks and encourage her to be more active, and she’s responding to my approach. As to the effectiveness of YOUR approach? Just take a look at MY belly. And then fuck right off.
I have learned that moving over the holidays is wonderful. I’m serious about this. Nobody expects me to have the Christmas spirit because I’m moving. I can’t go to Christmas parties because I’m moving. I can’t decorate or take pics of my cats with holiday decorations because I’m moving. (honestly, I take pics of other people’s pets because the one time that I tried to dress my cats up for Christmas, blood happened…and it was all mine.)
And I’m really sad about missing all the fun. Chocolate therapy is the only thing that is working now.
Grabs you into a tight hug. I’m so sorry.
I think it’s been fairly well-established in modern driving that what happens behind you isn’t important. Also, how you affect other drivers is not important.
We go to the Mall of America to eat at a vastly overpriced restaurant for my niece’s 12th birthday. We all arrive, the waitress leads us to our table. Oh wait, scratch that. My two sisters and I walk over to the table. My mother stands at the door talking to someone (I couldn’t see who it was) while we repeatedly try to flag them over. My father stands there with her, everyone else milling about them wondering where the rest of us are. Finally my younger sister (it’s her daughter’s birthday) angrily walks over and tells them to come over to the table NOW.
They walk over and we’re missing two people, friends of my sisters that she had invited. Turns out that’s who our mother was talking to at the door and she somehow told them to leave(!?!) My sister runs out, grabs them in the mall and brings them back.
Father and sister, rather unhappy, try to say something to my mother about the way she’s acting, but my mother angrily cuts them off, saying she doesn’t want to discuss it right now.
Then during the dinner, our mother tries to tell us about this “interesting documentary” called Obama 2016 and all the changes Obama is trying to force on us and where he’s taking this country. I’m sitting there doing the Picard Facepalm. My sister, who voted for Romney, is slightly humoring our mother, but the “Mom, you’re fucking crazy” is showing through. Our father suddenly finds the conversation at the other end of the table more interesting.
When we’re all saying goodbye, our mother kind of ignores sister’s friend until she says something about our mother ‘dissing’ her again, at which time mom turns around and plays nice, but keeps the goodbye rather short.
Mom is 74, and it’s sad to see how she’s mentally declined over the last two years. I don’t think it helps that she spends most of her day with Fox News on her TV.
Have had that conversation with people before. (Yeah, I can be an asshole. I’m cool with it. Jesus cursed a fig tree for not having figs out of season. I can curse another driver for being fucking stupid.)
“I was trying to be considerate of other drivers!”
“Ok, so why don’t you try being considerate of the people behind you?”
“I’m a cautious driver!”
“There’s a big difference between ‘cautious’ and ‘stupid’”
I want to sit in the Churlish corner too. I bake so i can bring something. I made a great carrot cake at thanskgiving.
I just want to slap the shit out of anybody right now. The holidays last way tooo damn long. I hate winter. I despise snow. I am completely over daylight savings time.
I have three more gifts to buy and i don’t even know if i am going to get my BIL anything. I bought him baseball caps before but he doesn’t wear them SO i don’t know how much i want to get him anything, because I had to find out from my youngest sister that he does not wear the hats i bought.
I bought some vintage handkerchiefs for another person and now I can’t fucking find them. I don’t know if the recipient took them out of the bureau or what the fuck happened to my shit. The last time I saw them they were in the dresser, because i washed and IRONED THEM, and i never iron anything!!
The hem ripped out of my silk shirt and now i have to fix it. I have plenty of thread but I also need buttons for a cardigan.
There are files i need to back up for my computer but I need to buy CDS and the monitor is in the other room, since i do not have another. I need to make my backups but i am so distracted lately. Are the holidays over yet. I have a ton of pictures to print. My modem is acting stupid again so i will just sit here and type complaints.
I need another vibrator but that will have to wait until the new year too. It’s been six moths since i had sex and the man i like is in Florida; we’d go to one another but can’t afford it.
Well – okay, but don’t expect anybody to thank you for the cake or anything…
Also:
It’s a GOOD thing that you’re over DST, because it ended about six weeks ago. Do yourself a favor, set your clocks back, and get yourself an extra hour of rest tonight.
Hooray! I started a new job today. But instead of going to the location I’ll actually be working, I have to go to HQ for orientation, which is an extra hour and a half by bus. I’ll be working swing shift, but I had to do morning orientation, do I had to get up at 4:30 in the morning. I had forgotten how much I fucking hate getting up that early, which is why I am glad I will be on swing. There was a windstorm last night that knocked out the power in the neighborhood, so I had to walk to the bus stop in the windy, rainy almost complete darkness. Orientation was about twenty of us sitting in a conference room listening to people ramble for six hours. I’m surprised no one fell asleep. I’m not thrilled about the actual job tomorrow, but at least it’s a paycheck.
I’m so sorry. Please try to be good to yourself.
I was all OMG I WANT A POSTCARD!! …until I saw that the post office is closed. Aww man.
How is he doing?