My first reaction was :eek: because I thought a lupin might be some exotic breed of cat. The memory of a bunch of knights screaming “Run away!” ran through my mind.
I am exhausted. All the stress from the last few weeks is… gone.
House appraisal came back - a full 20K over the assessed tax value happy dance so now I can finally get the re-fi through (that I began in JANUARY).
TheKid’s grad party is done. A good time was had by all. Well, most all. Her sister and her sister’s mom were kind of whiny that we weren’t joined to them by the hip. We had 50+ people here at my house. TheKid and I were the hosts. We couldn’t spend the whole day listening to you ramble about how fabulous your life is and what you’ve spent on travelling here and there. We had other people to attend.
My mom, who I have ranted quite a bit about lately… was WONDERFUL. She attended to the older church ladies who came. She helped set up, asking me what I needed done versus just doing it herself. She met some of my coworkers and laughed at their stories (she thinks I make up some of the cracked out shit I deal with every day).
My sister can take a long walk off a short pier, though. That’s a rant for another day.
I haven’t cried in 24 hours. TheKid has been almost pleasant. Although her frequently asking whether I’m okay is getting on my nerves.
Good advice. Sometimes I think about or run into a situation and look for suggestions on how to handle it, but everything about job searching reads the exact same. Either that or you get general life advice, which may or may not be useful, but certainly isn’t what I’m looking for.
Oh, well. I’ll keep plugging away. I’ve been having some promising conversations, but so far that’s all they’ve been - conversations. Hopefully said conversations will turn into paychecks.
This happened to us when we sold our last house. It was CIBC, and was the straw that broke the camel’s back. We pulled all of our funds out, closed our accounts, and moved to RBC. They allowed us to deposit the lawyer issued certified cheque with zero holds and immediate access to the funds.
When we asked to speak to the manager that day and told her to give us all our money and close our accounts, only then did they offer to lift the hold. Ha, like we’d stay.
That’s excellent information as this is also CIBC and the mortgage was the last tie holding us to them. Time to go bank hunting!
Finally found a silver lining to my day, but unfortunately it’s at someone else’s expense. A large public company just bought my old company’s biggest competitor. My previous company now has no hope of competing in the marketplace in which they’re interested, in part because they did not implement several recommendations I made. I’m trying not to do a happy dance over here, but it’s hard. Very, very hard.
First my boss lost two of his direct reports within three weeks of each other (me and someone else after I left). Then my boss got fired (and richly deserved it). And now a large publicly-backed company will be kicking their ass. Glad I didn’t get too involved in discussions about returning.
I have a major rant. I am super itchy.
I don’t know if it’s the AC or what. Maybe I am just infested with fleas (Yes, I know fleas don’t infest humans).
But for the past two weeks I’ve had this crazy itchiness. No rashes and no marks. Just it’ll start itching…and woe betide if I actually give in and scratch it. It then begins to BURN if I don’t scratch it again. I am having trouble sleeping because of it.
I’m trying everything. No more AC at night. I can’t stop the AC at work, so that’s out. I changed my soap to a mild organic soap with no chemicals and I use it as sparingly as I can. Lotions. Jojoba oil. Exfoliants. More lotions. And I never scratch - I sit on my hands if I have to.
I googled it and it could be a bunch of things. It could be an allergic reaction. I get weekly allergy shots. It could be the AC drying me out. It could be anything.
Aargh! It looks like I will have to make a doctor’s appointment and ask him. But I know he will probably say “Hmm, have you tried lotions? New soap? Exfoliants?”
I asked the dermatologist about it last year when it was pretty itchy and she couldn’t find any cause (said it was allergies). But I swear I am going to snap and kill someone.
Anaamika, do you have any visible marks before or after you scratch, any hives or rash?
So my parents will be moving. Don’t know when, don’t know to where. Don’t care, either. But now my mother has been hassling me about coming to get what few items of mine remain in their house. Mind you, I haven’t seen or spoken to either of my parents in several years. I allow email contact – and they don’t seem to understand that I’m doing them a courtesy by not blocking them, but that’s a separate rant. Anyway, my mother gathers up all this stuff and drives to my house and just drops it all off on the front porch. About six boxes of mostly useless crap: old drawings and poems from when I was in middle school, little figurines I used to collect, report cards, etc. My old rocking horse and a train set made an appearance as well.
So I need to figure out if this stuff can be donated, or if any of it is useful (I made it this long without any of it, so I doubt that.) I tried … and I … couldn’t. I eventually broke down in irrational wailing sobs. Good thing Shoe was at work – there was simply no consoling me, so I’m glad he missed it. Every single item in those boxes represents hours upon hours of being screamed at, of being made to feel like nothing I ever did was good enough, of being surrounded by Teh Crazy. Six boxes stuffed full of bad memories. I hate that she still has the power to completely shred my mental health. I hate that years ago, when I was away in college and they thought they would be moving, she sold/donated/tossed some things that really WERE valuable (either sentimentally or monetarily) but she held onto all this useless crap.
I did already find a home for the train set – a friend of Mr. Shoe’s has a young son. Then I found out the dude is having his own emotional meltdowns due to tension with his (probably future ex-) wife and will not be seeing his own child on Father’s Day, and I felt like an ass.
Friday afternoon when I came home I could hear two people having a helluva screaming match somewhere far away. I was struck by how familiar it sounded, like an old song coming onto the radio. That was … depressing, to say the least. 
TLDR: I got nothing done this weekend because I spent most of Saturday having what can only be called a nuclear emotional meltdown, and then most of Sunday recovering from said meltdown. (Oh, and going out for dinner with Mr. Shoe and his parents. That part was nice.) Plus now my already-cluttered home has more stuff in it.
purplehorseshoe: I am so sorry. I went through similar years ago. The one that STILL gets is remembering the note “to the Algher we USED to know” which would be a gift plus crap from my bedroom. We are reconciled, but some things will never be forgotten. The key point for me was the discussion with my MIL “the opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.” It has taken me years, but I have been able to embrace indifference more and more with certain family members.
Thanks, Algher. Your story reminds me of what my mother would say during those turbulent periods when I started [del]asserting myself[/del] having my own opinions: “I love you anyway.” Paired with an ugly, passive-aggressive frown, like I was lucky to still receive her motherly love despite my [del]shortcomings [/del] having a different opinion from her on anything.
I guess last weekend I was … how to put this? … unprepared for how unprepared I was to handle this. Does that make the least bit of sense?
In backyard-related mini-rant news:
- I’m in the process of discovering that my marathon session out there after work tonight left me not only panting and sweaty … I’m covered in mosquito bites. Hope I get some decent sleep tonight.
and
- My MIL gave me a lovely green ceramic bird feeder for my birthday. It’s been hanging maaaaaybe a week, and now: it’s in shards on the deck. I blame one of the fat, clumsy blue jays, but I have no proof, just suspicions. And a broken gift.
Glad I could help! FWIW, we’ve had excellent service from RBC since we switched.
PHS, any chance of a little bonfire in the backyard of things you can’t give away? An emotional release of seeing all that crap, all those pains, all those ills, being consumed to ashes.
I left the family father’s day gathering after I got yelled at for something really stupid. There were two bowls of brown sauce on the table. I figured one of them was barbeque sauce, but I wasn’t sure which was which and what the other one was. So I asked. Everyone had to get in on the drama. My sister asked my mother (after I’d already asked her and she claimed not to know what was on her own table), then my father came over and ever so helpfully pointed out that there were two bowls of brown stuff on the table. I said “I know, that’s what I’m asking about”, and then my sister started screaming at me that she was already asking our mother what they were, OK???.
My 50th is coming up in just over a week. My mother wants to make a big deal of it and right now I don’t want to see or talk to any of these people anytime soon.
Comcast, you monkey fuckers. Just fuck you, that’s all.
I’m not even a Comcast customer, and I hate the bastards. They’re in the process of switching to all digital, which means you need a box for each TV in your house now. Apparently, this change came up all of a sudden? This has disturbed the hell out of some elderly cousins who live out of state; a technician came in and installed all the new equipment, and they aren’t sure what it is – I’m not even sure if all of their TVs are working.
Perhaps you should cut off email contact as well? Totally ignoring my abusive parents is what led to the beginning of sanity for me.
Oh, kaylasdad99, that stuff grows wild here, how could you not know what it is? :eek:
It makes perfect sense. You were ambushed. It’s similar to being in pretty good shape after the death of a loved one, and then seeing or hearing something that reminds you, not only of them, but that they’re gone.
Crap! I’m sorry that happened. Sometimes life just piles on, doesn’t it?
We almost never have company. However, this weekend was our turn to have the card-playing guys over on Saturday. The glasses we use for the card-playing guys came out of the cupboard, and three extra plates for pizza.
Sunday, it being Father’s Day and all, I invited our son and his family for supper. Preparation and cooking dishes and utensils, plus plates for three extra people. Four if you count our daughter who isn’t always home to eat. Fun, and nice to have everybody there. (Four year old and Opa spent a great afternoon together.)
Guess when the kitchen sink decided to get totally stopped up? Not just slow, but altogether, no water down the drain, plunger doesn’t do anything, stopped.
Saturday morning, of course. More dishes to wash than we usually have in a week, and I’m carrying water from the utility room, and then I’ll have to carry the dishpan back to dump it. Stupid drain!!
I DO know what it (the stuff in the picture) is; it’s a flower.
I didn’t know it had a name, for heaven’s sake. Who am I supposed to be, Roger Swain?
