I spent my entire day helping my mom–wrapping presents, making salads, doing the dishes, etc. And she flipped out at me because I was using up the last little bit of counter space (never mind that all her stuff was sprawled out all over). So I got upset with her that she was being rude and ungrateful all day (not just to me, but to my siblings as well). Now she’s being the hugest bitch and she keeps throwing tantrums and slamming her door like a 7-year-old.
I ruined the bread we’re supposed to take to my aunt’s house tomorrow. It was an honest mistake. So I started to make new bread. This bread takes 4 hours to complete. (For those of you who’ve eaten at Avanti’s in Peoria, it’s that bread.) I just went to take it out of the oven and it was still gooey. Blech. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ruin this one too. (Addition: Crap. I think I did ruin it. But indirectly. You’re supposed to stretch it into 12" loaves. My sister was responsible for cutting it up and putting it in the oven because I wasn’t home. Instead she made loaves that more closely resemble footballs. Tomorrow’s going to suck too… Fuck. I don’t even want to be home when my mom finds out.
I wanted to buy Napoleon Dynamite for my sister, but I was lazy and stupid, and I didn’t preorder it, so it was sold out of everywhere. I couldn’t find it.
I was going to catch The Life Aquatic to cheer myself up, and also because I’ve been looking forward to it since September. But due to some “weather problems”, none of the theaters in town have the reels. So I spent an hour driving around, trying to find it, and came up with nothing.
But mostly I feel like crap because my mom is being an incredible jerk. I can’t wait to get punished tomorrow, hooray.
I spent the day doing laundry that my wifey was supposed to help me with, but didn’t, because she was too busy partying with family who couldn’t be bothered to come pick me up (a 20 minute trip) after my shift so I could share the Christmas cheer.
I usually spend Christmas with 9 relatives, but this year it was down to just 3. My Grandad died last December, so of course he wasn’t there. My Grandma didn’t want to celebrate Christmas without him and so went to Spain instead. My mum and I refuse to have my aunty’s wife and daughter beating husband in the house, so that meant they and their children didn’t come.
It was just me, my brother, mum and dad. It was a very quiet Christmas.
Oh, and it was another Christmas I could not spend with my boyfriend.
Christmas didn’t suck for me, but it wasn’t that good either.
Nor Cal was on a platform buying binge this Christmas. We searched for two weeks in towns 300 miles apart and only found a few moldering GameCubes in the back of a Sear’s. Narry even an XBox.
Mostly wanted it to play our new San Andreas and Sly Cooper 2, but we can “borrow” the roommate’s PS2 for now.
Yeah, it probably would have, which is why I was pissed that I didn’t get to see it (and used up a fair amount of gas in the process).
Update: I put $26 (all I have) at my mom’s place at the table. I figure that should cover the ingredients I wasted, plus a couple loaves of bread from Avanti’s (we’re going down to Peoria anyway so I figure we can just make a stop on the way). I don’t know if I’m going with today. I’m going to try to avoid it if at all possible because I don’t want to be around my mother at all. That also means that she would get to complain to all of her relatives about what a stupid child I am. It’s best for both of us if I don’t go. We’ll see what happens.
My Christmas sucked too, but it’s all straightening itself out somehow. At least all the bad stuff gets dumped off now, to leave us a clean slate for 2005, right? Right?
My best friend’s cousin dies of cancer a week before Christmas.
On the day of the funeral, another family member commits suicide (apparently unrelated to the first death).
My aunt on my father’s side has a mini-stroke and was laying on the floor of her home in Arizona for two days before anyone found her and was able to help her. She’s slowly recovering in the hospital and now she is going to be forced to sell her home and move into an assisted living facility, which is what she dreaded most of all.
My father goes in for a heart cath and the docs find 99% blockage in two of his largest veins coming from the heart. (They put in a couple of stents and apparently he’s going to be OK, so I guess it could have been a lot worse, right?)
My cat (well, more appropriately, my Dad’s cat, since he treated him almost like another son) apparently goes rabid and dies on Christmas morning, foaming at the mouth.
And then there’s the little matter of thousands of people dead from earthquake-spawned tsunami.
How I long for the more cheerful holidays, like Halloween.
A boy we knew slightly commited suicide this week–the third boy on the local swim team to do so w/i the calendar year–all this after they watched their friend drown in Hawaii last January…funeral was on the Eve.
My sister died in August(she always spent Christmas with us).
I had to work, both days. Christmas day I worked in ER and a man came in, full arrest–YOUNG (40’s)–he choked on the sweet potatoes at his Christmas dinner. He did not make it.
My husband got me NOTHING for Christmas, at all. No gift, no thank you for working so hard to make such a nice holiday for all of us and working on top of it.
I think I may become atheist and give up the whole nonsense.
It was a rainy, cold, miserable day in Orlandoish.
It was our first Christmas without Ivylad’s dad, so Ivylad had a couple of bad moments at his mom’s house.
We leave for my dad’s, then Ivylad’s tooth starts acting up. We had to bother the poor dentist on Christmas evening, who called in a prescription for hydrocodone to the one pharmacy that was open 24 hours. (Thank goodness!)
It’s still rainy and cold.
But we still had lots of good food, and the kids made out like bandits, and the hydrocodone kicked in so Ivylad’s tooth isn’t hurting.
Oh yeah, well we rented “The Passion of Christ” and watched it. God damned, that movie sucked ass. I did not know that Jesus invented the dinner table.
My husband decided not to borrow against his leave, so we stayed here this Christmas. Of course I wasn’t really in the mood to travel either. My mother had holiday duty, so she couldn’t come see us, but she’s making it for the new year.
My husband didn’t get me anything. He gave me prior warning though so I’ve just been getting things for myself instead. It’s not the same though.
We have four packages waiting for us from his family. Three were “delivered” Thursday. Basically the mailman was too lazy to walk to the third floor. Instead he put a note in our box saying that they’re at the office. The office closed early that day and won’t be open until Monday. The other package got here Christmas Eve, but we weren’t home. That one is being held at the post office until Monday also.
What absolutely killed the day for me though was trying to pry my husband away from his computer. It didn’t happen. Sometimes I want to break that thing, but I know he’d only run out and buy a new one.
::sight hijack:: Be sure you get your cat tested, Cukcoorex, so you know whether it was rabies, and make sure you or your dad weren’t exposed if it was. ::end slight hijack::
Well, lessee here. I’m here in PA with my Mum, as she would otherwise have been by herself this Christmas. Sister’s in Australia, brother’s in Richmond visiting girlfriend’s mother, who is just starting a course of chemo. Unfortunately, prognosis is not good. Other brother’s out of the picture, as he has been for more than 20 years, having stopped talking to anyone in the family that long ago. No ongoing relationships on my part, and I don’t really know anyone here any more, so I’ve been pretty much bored fuckless. There are worse things, however.
Christmas day, had a large brunch, then took Mum out to go birding at a couple of local lakes. That was pretty much it.
Brother and girlfriend were planning to drive up here today from Richmond but will not make it till late as water pump on his car packed up soon after they left. Suggested it would make more sense if he held off coming here till next weekend, but he wouldn’t hear of it, so he will stubbornly drive six hours to get here, then drive 2 1/2 more to go back to his place in Camp Hill so he can go to work Monday morning. No doubt he and girfriend will be tired and grumpy on arrival.
If I’d stayed in Houston, I would have seen the area’s first white Christmas since recordkeeping began. Dang.
Can’t say Christmas has sucked, exactly, but it has been a little tedious.
My father had to go in to work on Xmas Eve and wasn’t able to eat our traditional dinner with us. Although I shouldn’t be the one complaining: he’s a funeral director, and is the boss at a new funeral home. The funeral was for a local man who was shot the night before Christmas Eve by his girlfriend’s ex-husband while they were at a “safe point” to exchange custody of said girlfriend’s son. The ex started causing an argument with the girlfriend, the guy stepped in between to protect her…and the ex pulled out a gun and shot the man four times-twice in the shoulder, and twice in the back of the head. While this guy’s girlfriend and her two year old son watched.
So he had to meet with the victim’s parents on Christmas Eve. When they should have been enjoying Christmas, they were making arrangments to bury their son.
Jeez, and I thought having the flu on Christmas sucked ass (okay, it DOES suck ass to be sick for four days, and have a horrible flu on Christmas Day), but I think the rest of you had it even worse.
:raises glass: Here’s to a happier Christmas next year for all of our wonderful Dopers.
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