My boss has finally left. His parting gift to me......the 200 Christmas cards he hasn't signed yet. He's lucky he dropped and ran, I'm spitting mad at him
Isn't it too late for cards?
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Order yourself a stamp of his signature in preparation for next year.
He said, can't you just stamp them? Um, no, you didn't want a stamp. You wanted to sign them. I don't care if it is obvious he didn't sign them. Serves him right.
I must be brave and make a trip to Wal-Mart today.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I'm pretty sure my mom is mad at me. She has gone off the holiday deep end and doesn't feel I'm being enough help. She wanted to have a "planning session" about the dinner that she never had. We just left the grocery store with enough food to feed a small island nation, and she seems on the verge of tears. My dad is annoyed with both of us - who knows why. The part she seems to miss is the fact I work 60 hours a week and no kidding, I wasn't in the door a full minute before she was telling me things to do tonight.
As far as dinner goes, if she would just butt out, I would get it all done myself. But no, she wants to insert herself and make it more difficult. I kind of snapped at her, which I do regret. I suggested making beef stew to simplify the meal. But that has turned into making everything we always have AND the stew. Sigh.
Back from the nail salon. I am all hooker red now. And gorgeous. Boy that was relaxing. I wish I could have stayed for three hours getting my feet massaged. I stopped by Wal-Mart and got the dogs tennis balls. That was the only thing left. Everyone was so nice and kind. No rudeness anywhere.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
DD decided tonight was the night to stop being a hoarder and clean her room, and I have to say that is one HUGE job. So now she is swapping the furniture in her room with the guest room. GGRRRRRR Could she not have done this over the w/e? I was napping so peacefully. And now the dog is sleeping blissfully in the pile of laundry she brought down.
I should have gotten a pedi today. Perhaps over the w/e I will. I did go to the grocery store and the people driving in the parking lot were down right rude.
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I'm pretty sure my mom is mad at me. She has gone off the holiday deep end and doesn't feel I'm being enough help. She wanted to have a "planning session" about the dinner that she never had. We just left the grocery store with enough food to feed a small island nation, and she seems on the verge of tears. My dad is annoyed with both of us - who knows why. The part she seems to miss is the fact I work 60 hours a week and no kidding, I wasn't in the door a full minute before she was telling me things to do tonight.
As far as dinner goes, if she would just butt out, I would get it all done myself. But no, she wants to insert herself and make it more difficult. I kind of snapped at her, which I do regret. I suggested making beef stew to simplify the meal. But that has turned into making everything we always have AND the stew. Sigh.
Awww hugs.
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And it doesn't matter who is doing what in the kitchen, mom's way is the only way.
So we all do the "yes, mom" and carry on with what we were doing.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
DD decided tonight was the night to stop being a hoarder and clean her room, and I have to say that is one HUGE job. So now she is swapping the furniture in her room with the guest room. GGRRRRRR Could she not have done this over the w/e? I was napping so peacefully. And now the dog is sleeping blissfully in the pile of laundry she brought down.
I should have gotten a pedi today. Perhaps over the w/e I will. I did go to the grocery store and the people driving in the parking lot were down right rude.
Caitlyn does the same thing.
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When it comes to the actual cooking, she mostly stays out of my way. It's all the leading up to it she has to insert herself into. I would have been more than happy to go to the grocery store alone and gotten everything ready. Hell, I would have even paid for it. But no, we had to go together. And she drug my dad along, which is always a treat.
In the epic words of Ellen Griswold: it's Christmas and we're all in misery
And it doesn't matter who is doing what in the kitchen, mom's way is the only way.
So we all do the "yes, mom" and carry on with what we were doing.
This is why I prefer to do it all myself. Stay out of my kitchen or at least, stay on the other side of hte table. I have a small triangle between the stove, sink and table. You can help from the other side. Just don't invade my bubble and I won't get upset. I fully admit to being a control freak. DH and BFF are the only two who I will work with in the kitchen.
When it comes to the actual cooking, she mostly stays out of my way. It's all the leading up to it she has to insert herself into. I would have been more than happy to go to the grocery store alone and gotten everything ready. Hell, I would have even paid for it. But no, we had to go together. And she drug my dad along, which is always a treat.
In the epic words of Ellen Griswold: it's Christmas and we're all in misery
Only those hosting!
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Holy cow! It's going to be 17C here tomorrow (62.6F). On Christmas Eve. In the "snowiest big city in Canada). Amazing.
Usually, I'm shovelling the car out from under 4 feet of snow at this time of year. It's been weird the last few years. Something aint right.
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-- Edited by weltschmerz on Wednesday 23rd of December 2015 10:32:23 PM
Eh, that is how the weather rolls! In 1984 it was 70 degrees and then freezing for 3 decades later, this year it will be 60. A nice relief from the 11 feet of snow we got last year.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
DD decided tonight was the night to stop being a hoarder and clean her room, and I have to say that is one HUGE job. So now she is swapping the furniture in her room with the guest room. GGRRRRRR Could she not have done this over the w/e? I was napping so peacefully. And now the dog is sleeping blissfully in the pile of laundry she brought down.
I should have gotten a pedi today. Perhaps over the w/e I will. I did go to the grocery store and the people driving in the parking lot were down right rude.
Caitlyn does the same thing.
But now I have to stay up to finish washing her sheets and blankets and get them into the dryer.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
DD decided tonight was the night to stop being a hoarder and clean her room, and I have to say that is one HUGE job. So now she is swapping the furniture in her room with the guest room. GGRRRRRR Could she not have done this over the w/e? I was napping so peacefully. And now the dog is sleeping blissfully in the pile of laundry she brought down.
I should have gotten a pedi today. Perhaps over the w/e I will. I did go to the grocery store and the people driving in the parking lot were down right rude.
Caitlyn does the same thing.
But now I have to stay up to finish washing her sheets and blankets and get them into the dryer.
I use to do that.
Until I told her to do it.
She was probably 11 or 12.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I am really in the Christmas spirit. All ready for tomorrow. We need to make more dog biscuits though.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I am really in the Christmas spirit. All ready for tomorrow. We need to make more dog biscuits though.
DS2 has a nice tree. That helped.
I still need to wrap presents, but I'm just finishing up my nails (sparkly green, with the index finger...deep red).
flan
Oh fun! I have hooker red. I just like saying that!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
-- Edited by weltschmerz on Wednesday 23rd of December 2015 11:29:50 PM
We've been giving Carlee Melatonin. It's really helped her seizures. She went three weeks without a single one and then had one very short seizure. It's been about four or five days now and she hasn't had another. It really seems to be making them shorter and longer spaced out.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I don't usually even open the dailies, but I won't be on tomorrow or Friday, and I'm always off on the weekends, so I wanted to take this time to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
-- Edited by weltschmerz on Wednesday 23rd of December 2015 11:29:50 PM
We've been giving Carlee Melatonin. It's really helped her seizures. She went three weeks without a single one and then had one very short seizure. It's been about four or five days now and she hasn't had another. It really seems to be making them shorter and longer spaced out.
I don't usually even open the dailies, but I won't be on tomorrow or Friday, and I'm always off on the weekends, so I wanted to take this time to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
Oh good! So the next time she goes through this she will be out of the house, living blissfully in her own messy place!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. .......
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The kids were here to celebrate our anniversary with us. It went well.
Aww... happy anniversary.
Today was O4s anniversary as well.
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