What the blue fuck is up with that?
Hmmm… no turkey and only three people for Christmas…
Why don’t I see the problem with these things?
12/24/2004 10:15 am - Go to check the chems in the hot tub and find the control is off. Investigation and the water is cold and a fuse on the tub is out.
12:30 pm - Two local hardware stores don’t have the fuse, the local electric supply is closed. Improvise with a makeshift fuse. Pump tries to come on but no go. Control panel readout says “ice” :smack: did I mention that it was 14F degrees outside?
1:00 pm - run extension cord to hot tub. electric heater rigged to blow hot air onto flow tubes.
3:00 - revisit hardware store to buy heat tape
3:30 - one of two pumps begins circulating water 
that means the heater can now start heating the water and possibly thaw remaining pump # 2
7:30pm - Christmas Eve - Wate temp is 68F - Pump #2 still not on
10:00 pm - Pump #2 apparently thaws and proceeds to pump all of the water out of the hot tub through the ice-broken hose :eek:
10:15 - ** Bubbadog ** turns off power to the hot tub and auccessfully ignores the problem because it’s Christmas and there ain’t nothiing he can do about it anyway
(Hope you don’t mind if I hop in with a delayed XMas sucked rant- didn’t want to start a new thread!)
XMas Eve, between church services, LilMiss and I attended the holiday festivities at her great Aunt’s house. Lets list the players, shall we?
Emo and C are LilMiss’s dad and his girlfriend.
K is the ex after me, who attended with their child JM and K’s mom (known herein as Bitch) and K’s brother (known herein as Asshat).
We also have assorted aunts, uncles, and cousins. LilMiss’s grandma and greatgrandma weren’t there as they will not speak with anyone who associates with Mo, the hostess (grandma’s sister/greatgrandma’s daughter).
We get there at 7pm, the assigned time. First ones there, of course. No one grasps the concept of time. Another set of Aunt/Uncle/Cousins appear at 7:20. K, JM, Bitch, and Asshat appear at 7:40. No sign of Emo and C yet. By 7:45 the Bitch starts in on how irresposible Emo is for propagating all around and how in HER day if you had a child you STAYED with the person (Uh, Idiot? If there were so, there wouldn’t be a JM since I’m the FIRST ex. Then again, if that were so I wouldn’t have to deal with you…soooo…). 7:55 Bitch: “Oh! Hi LilMiss! and hi to you, what’s your name?”
We sat down to eat at 8pm, no longer waiting for Emo and C. Mo gave an emotional prayer, noting that her bio-brother died the day before, that the G’father of a cousin’s GF had died the week prior, and prayed for my dad who is going through chemo. The Bitch commented (loudly) that she didn’t understand why my dad was included in the prayer, it was not as if anyone knew him and he’s still alive. Uh, everyone there, including her, knows my dad. Sorry he’s not dead though. Bitch. At the kiddies table were LilMiss, me, K, JM, Bitch and Asshat. Asshat started in stating LilMiss is ill mannered. She had her fucking elbow on the table. Nevermind JM is STANDING on her chair, making raspberries with mashed potatoes in her mouth, no it’s LilMiss who’s the heathen. Have another screwdriver, Asshat. Found out it’s K’s birthday. Hey, did I remind you it’s K’s birthday? We have a BIRTHDAY cake at home for K, because it’s her birthday. Hey, Bitch? Is it your daughter’s birthday? I never would’ve known. That was the reason they wouldn’t eat any of the desserts I made. Although I did also hear the Bitch comment to Mo that she doesn’t trust anything I make. Fuck you. Bitch.
Finally at 9pm Emo and C show up. C is upset with me as for XMas I bought Emo car insurance. I knew he had a truck at his house, I hadn’t known it worked. Three times in two weeks I played chauffeur for his ass so he could get to work and he had an operable vehicle? No. Here’s your child support back for the month of December, let’s go get you hooked up. Suffice it to say, I didn’t even rate a hello. We begin to open presents. The Asshat starts in on LilMiss again, calling her obnoxious. She was excited. She’s 11. She LOVES presents. Have another screwdriver, Asshat. We go by ages. JM, as youngest, went first. LilMiss put a lot of thought into her present. Because she doesn’t see JM too often (2-3x/mo), she went with what JM really liked last time she saw here (early December). JM opens up the dress up Dora, LOVES it. The Bitch asked who bought it. LilMiss said ME! “Well, I don’t expect YOU to understand that it’s not age appropriate for JM, but your mother should have”. JM is four. The doll was for ages 3+. Just HOW is that not age apprpriate? As LilMiss was preparing to shred into Bitch, it was LilMiss’s turn to open presents. She tore into them, like a kid does. Asshat asks if she was brought up in a barn. This time he caught my “Die fucker” stare and looked away. Then we got up and got another drink. From C, LilMiss received a used sweater. It was C’s, but it shrunk, so she wrapped it in a Victoria’s Secret gift bag and gave it to LilMiss.
From C I received some nice Brown Sugar body scrub, which surprised me. K and I also received catalogs from C. I guess C has entered into the home party business. Adult home parties. In front of Emo’s family she gave us catalogs of vibrators and such, stating to just let her know if something caught our eyes. Wink wink. Okay. First of all, what an inappropriate time to give us these catalogs. THEN to announce it. To everyone. With our collective ex right there. K gave me macademia nut toffees. She knows I can’t eat macadamia nuts. From Emo’s aunt/uncle I received a windchime. One that I saw at the dollar store. Maybe they can save the $30 gift card to Target I gave them for presents next year. I know that sounds ungrateful, bad MissTake, bad girl. But c’mon. Last year they gave me a broken pillbox.
As my lovely desserts lay on the table, Tiramisu cheesecake uncut (and expensive as hell to make!), LilMiss had to take our leave. I go to rewrap the cheesecake when the Bitch pops in and says it’s rude of me to take my desserts back with me. I had left everything else- the homemade fudge, cookies, etc. I was bringing home something that had been untouched. AND she had stated herself that she would not eat it as I had made it (and remember, there was a birthday cake just waiting for them!). I replied that since no one had tried any, I was going to take it back for my family’s holiday party. I knew that the festivities were going to end soon, so it would’ve been ignored. “Well, I would never take back food!”. How nice for you, bitch.
By comparison, XMas with my family was beautiful yesterday. Sis’s fiance didn’t bother me. My grandniece’s emotional issues just swept past me. It made me very lucky to have the family I have.
Emo C Mo JM K Bitch Asshat
CEmo KAsshat MoBitch JM
KEmo Casshat JMBitch Mo
MoEmo JMAsshat BitchCK
I thought for sure those were going to spell something out, but can’t figure out what it would be.
Over here, you can see how mine went.
(hijack) AAAHHH!!! Recipe, please, please, please, pretty please with sugar and whipped cream and a cherry on top? Avanti’s bread is the only thing I remember fondly from the 2 hellish years I spent living in that festering stencherrific pustule Peoria. I think my email’s enabled if you don’t want to post it here.
(/hijack) I’m sorry so many people had such a stressful holiday. Mine was pretty mundane, other than the usual subtle you’re-a-bad-mother-and-a-horrible-housekeeper-and-a-total-slacker-why-aren’t-you-successful-like-your-sister snides and jabs from my dad’s not-girlfriend-just-good-friend, which are pretty easy to ignore because she is the blandest person I’ve ever met in my life (think Martha Stewart on Qualudes) so her opinion on anything doesn’t matter.
E-mailed. I hope yours turns out better than mine. Have fun letting it rise 8 billion times…
When I wasn’t on call and working this past Xmas holiday weekend, I was in a cold and dark house tending the kerosene and propane heaters (we had a bad ice storm resulting in 4 1/2 days without power). A tree in the back yard split apart and is partially down on the roof. Limbs are down all over the place.
Sorry to hear about the rainy and cold weather in Orlando, a malfunctioning hot tub and no copies of Napoleon Dynamite, though.
Anyway, Sri Lanka’s still got us all beat.
A fellow in my circle of friends and family blew his head off on Christmas Day.
Happy Holidays everyone!
I wish I’d had my head cut off.
Spent Christmas morning with my wife’s family, but not my wife, she worked. I left before she arrived.
I’ve had to move out due to her abuse and delusional rage. She refuses to take her medication and refuses to go to counseling.
Tried to cheer up my 15 year old stepson who got socks and underwear from his mom.
Still, reading about the tsunami does make my problems seem petty and trivial.
Still sucks though.
Another recipe hijack: MissTake, could you post or email me your Tiramisu cheesecake recipe?? Please, please!! It sounds wonderful!
End hijack.