kyburg: (Christmas)
It's time for a vent - and frankly, that's all this is.

Remember last year, remember Thanksgiving with the 20 people in MAH HOUSE?

It appears that was too many people. Not for me, mind. In my mind, if I could seat them - AND I DID - I could do it that big.

I did not buffet line folks out into lawn chairs. I did not put them on paper plates and sit them on the couch.

But I had too many people. And now, younger brother (who, really has other reasons for not wanting to do it at my house) complains. And my mother, is gently suggesting I do Thankgiving for 'my friends' on another day.

I told her I need to win the lottery and make the house bigger. She laughed.

I guess my tribe - and that just may be the way my mind works - has more than blood relatives in it. And anyone who comes into my house - is one of mine. Maybe there's more to this 'bird' thing of mine - I'm not much of a cat, y'see. More of a bird - and perhaps when it comes to Mine, far more of a raptor-bird than anything else. (There are days I feel more sparrow-ish, all sound and fury and completely background noise.)

But that stung a bit. I had worked pretty hard to pull it all off last year - yes, everyone was seated at a place setting with the Good Stuff, all that. And I had done it with just Jim and some very directed task help.

Same quandrant, different issue - there was a football game grand-nephew was playing on a Saturday morning - frankly, the only game on the schedule we could make, the rest are at 2:00 in the afternoon, no chance in hell - and guess what.

Older brother is coming down to surprise him. This is the one who isn't talking to me, remember? Good thing Mom took me aside and warned me - because when younger talked to older about it, the consensus was? Not a good idea to show up.

I was the Good Sibling and acknowledged what an effort Older brother is making to do this (and it is, make no mistake about it) - and I'm going to go see [livejournal.com profile] betnoir for a good Halloween party instead.

It's stinging a bit.

Thankgiving is going to be spent on the road - I hope dinner is edible, but we're bringing two side dishes and the bread, so it can't be all bad - and while I'm talking to Mom about stuff the weekend after?

Mom won't see my house this year, unless something changes in that direction.

I'm going to go Priceline something for Thanksgiving night out there. I've had it. I'm going to have *something* that isn't a chore or a bone tossed to me after the fact.

Family. *grump* I spent last night dreaming of having nothing but work while I could hear people socializing in groups just out of my hearing. It doesn't take an expert to know what that represents. I remember most vividly falling asleep, wrapped in my knitting project because it was the only warm thing around.

Vent over. Big girl panties on, back to work.
kyburg: (Christmas)
It's time for a vent - and frankly, that's all this is.

Remember last year, remember Thanksgiving with the 20 people in MAH HOUSE?

It appears that was too many people. Not for me, mind. In my mind, if I could seat them - AND I DID - I could do it that big.

I did not buffet line folks out into lawn chairs. I did not put them on paper plates and sit them on the couch.

But I had too many people. And now, younger brother (who, really has other reasons for not wanting to do it at my house) complains. And my mother, is gently suggesting I do Thankgiving for 'my friends' on another day.

I told her I need to win the lottery and make the house bigger. She laughed.

I guess my tribe - and that just may be the way my mind works - has more than blood relatives in it. And anyone who comes into my house - is one of mine. Maybe there's more to this 'bird' thing of mine - I'm not much of a cat, y'see. More of a bird - and perhaps when it comes to Mine, far more of a raptor-bird than anything else. (There are days I feel more sparrow-ish, all sound and fury and completely background noise.)

But that stung a bit. I had worked pretty hard to pull it all off last year - yes, everyone was seated at a place setting with the Good Stuff, all that. And I had done it with just Jim and some very directed task help.

Same quandrant, different issue - there was a football game grand-nephew was playing on a Saturday morning - frankly, the only game on the schedule we could make, the rest are at 2:00 in the afternoon, no chance in hell - and guess what.

Older brother is coming down to surprise him. This is the one who isn't talking to me, remember? Good thing Mom took me aside and warned me - because when younger talked to older about it, the consensus was? Not a good idea to show up.

I was the Good Sibling and acknowledged what an effort Older brother is making to do this (and it is, make no mistake about it) - and I'm going to go see [livejournal.com profile] betnoir for a good Halloween party instead.

It's stinging a bit.

Thankgiving is going to be spent on the road - I hope dinner is edible, but we're bringing two side dishes and the bread, so it can't be all bad - and while I'm talking to Mom about stuff the weekend after?

Mom won't see my house this year, unless something changes in that direction.

I'm going to go Priceline something for Thanksgiving night out there. I've had it. I'm going to have *something* that isn't a chore or a bone tossed to me after the fact.

Family. *grump* I spent last night dreaming of having nothing but work while I could hear people socializing in groups just out of my hearing. It doesn't take an expert to know what that represents. I remember most vividly falling asleep, wrapped in my knitting project because it was the only warm thing around.

Vent over. Big girl panties on, back to work.
kyburg: (Christmas)
It's time for a vent - and frankly, that's all this is.

Remember last year, remember Thanksgiving with the 20 people in MAH HOUSE?

It appears that was too many people. Not for me, mind. In my mind, if I could seat them - AND I DID - I could do it that big.

I did not buffet line folks out into lawn chairs. I did not put them on paper plates and sit them on the couch.

But I had too many people. And now, younger brother (who, really has other reasons for not wanting to do it at my house) complains. And my mother, is gently suggesting I do Thankgiving for 'my friends' on another day.

I told her I need to win the lottery and make the house bigger. She laughed.

I guess my tribe - and that just may be the way my mind works - has more than blood relatives in it. And anyone who comes into my house - is one of mine. Maybe there's more to this 'bird' thing of mine - I'm not much of a cat, y'see. More of a bird - and perhaps when it comes to Mine, far more of a raptor-bird than anything else. (There are days I feel more sparrow-ish, all sound and fury and completely background noise.)

But that stung a bit. I had worked pretty hard to pull it all off last year - yes, everyone was seated at a place setting with the Good Stuff, all that. And I had done it with just Jim and some very directed task help.

Same quandrant, different issue - there was a football game grand-nephew was playing on a Saturday morning - frankly, the only game on the schedule we could make, the rest are at 2:00 in the afternoon, no chance in hell - and guess what.

Older brother is coming down to surprise him. This is the one who isn't talking to me, remember? Good thing Mom took me aside and warned me - because when younger talked to older about it, the consensus was? Not a good idea to show up.

I was the Good Sibling and acknowledged what an effort Older brother is making to do this (and it is, make no mistake about it) - and I'm going to go see [livejournal.com profile] betnoir for a good Halloween party instead.

It's stinging a bit.

Thankgiving is going to be spent on the road - I hope dinner is edible, but we're bringing two side dishes and the bread, so it can't be all bad - and while I'm talking to Mom about stuff the weekend after?

Mom won't see my house this year, unless something changes in that direction.

I'm going to go Priceline something for Thanksgiving night out there. I've had it. I'm going to have *something* that isn't a chore or a bone tossed to me after the fact.

Family. *grump* I spent last night dreaming of having nothing but work while I could hear people socializing in groups just out of my hearing. It doesn't take an expert to know what that represents. I remember most vividly falling asleep, wrapped in my knitting project because it was the only warm thing around.

Vent over. Big girl panties on, back to work.
kyburg: (Default)
And old friends. It's been a busy, exhausting weekend (chit, cleaning up the dishes from Saturday took until 1:00 Sunday...), but it's included five flavors of awesome, and I'm acutely reminded I need to pay more attention to my friends. I'm missing out, and it's just not necessary.

Also - got the new expansion pack for Sims2, and the Prima Guide arrived the day before. Worth it's weight in frustration lost trying to figure it all out, because this is the pack that doesn't change anything as much as the back end. It changes behavior - and cleans up a bunch of crap.

One word - slick. ([livejournal.com profile] kiyone, you got the codes for the bonus downloads?)
kyburg: (Default)
And old friends. It's been a busy, exhausting weekend (chit, cleaning up the dishes from Saturday took until 1:00 Sunday...), but it's included five flavors of awesome, and I'm acutely reminded I need to pay more attention to my friends. I'm missing out, and it's just not necessary.

Also - got the new expansion pack for Sims2, and the Prima Guide arrived the day before. Worth it's weight in frustration lost trying to figure it all out, because this is the pack that doesn't change anything as much as the back end. It changes behavior - and cleans up a bunch of crap.

One word - slick. ([livejournal.com profile] kiyone, you got the codes for the bonus downloads?)
kyburg: (Default)
And old friends. It's been a busy, exhausting weekend (chit, cleaning up the dishes from Saturday took until 1:00 Sunday...), but it's included five flavors of awesome, and I'm acutely reminded I need to pay more attention to my friends. I'm missing out, and it's just not necessary.

Also - got the new expansion pack for Sims2, and the Prima Guide arrived the day before. Worth it's weight in frustration lost trying to figure it all out, because this is the pack that doesn't change anything as much as the back end. It changes behavior - and cleans up a bunch of crap.

One word - slick. ([livejournal.com profile] kiyone, you got the codes for the bonus downloads?)
kyburg: (SQUEE)
I got the nicest card this morning. I had warning it was "perfect" - so I had put something aside, just in case.

Yeah, I needed it.

The card was pink, frilly, lined (so it was one of those BIG THICK KIND) and the inscription began "I am so glad I have YOU."

**melts**

I'm glad I went and sold my soul to iTunes last night to get a track I needed, because I decided Jim didn't need a card.

He needed a mix for his drive in to work this morning. It's a short one, under an hour total - but it's smoopy enough to give Mr. T the warm fuzzies.

Here, you guys decide. Did I get pw0ned or did I hold my own?

Valentine's Day 2008 Zip.

Warning: contains Barry Manilow. Twice. And Strong Bad.
kyburg: (SQUEE)
I got the nicest card this morning. I had warning it was "perfect" - so I had put something aside, just in case.

Yeah, I needed it.

The card was pink, frilly, lined (so it was one of those BIG THICK KIND) and the inscription began "I am so glad I have YOU."

**melts**

I'm glad I went and sold my soul to iTunes last night to get a track I needed, because I decided Jim didn't need a card.

He needed a mix for his drive in to work this morning. It's a short one, under an hour total - but it's smoopy enough to give Mr. T the warm fuzzies.

Here, you guys decide. Did I get pw0ned or did I hold my own?

Valentine's Day 2008 Zip.

Warning: contains Barry Manilow. Twice. And Strong Bad.
kyburg: (SQUEE)
I got the nicest card this morning. I had warning it was "perfect" - so I had put something aside, just in case.

Yeah, I needed it.

The card was pink, frilly, lined (so it was one of those BIG THICK KIND) and the inscription began "I am so glad I have YOU."

**melts**

I'm glad I went and sold my soul to iTunes last night to get a track I needed, because I decided Jim didn't need a card.

He needed a mix for his drive in to work this morning. It's a short one, under an hour total - but it's smoopy enough to give Mr. T the warm fuzzies.

Here, you guys decide. Did I get pw0ned or did I hold my own?

Valentine's Day 2008 Zip.

Warning: contains Barry Manilow. Twice. And Strong Bad.

Uh oh.

Feb. 8th, 2008 11:47 am
kyburg: (oh)
Has anyone else been watching the Helzberg Diamond ads about 'you're not THAT guy SO COUGH UP A ROCK...THREE OR MORE IS BETTAH'?

We have.

Um.

I expressly told Jim not to get me diamonds. Ever. One, they're boring. Two, I can buy them for myself if I suits me to do so. And three, the fashion in which they enter the market is so bloody, I don't want to ruin your day going into the details.

No. Romance != diamonds.

However, this one ad did spark a bit of discussion.

[Poll #1135374]

Considering my trepidation, it should be obvious at this point, right?

Yeah, 'Those Guys' do exist - I got one of them - and damn, I ain't getting pw0ned on Valentine's Day by him. *starts considering alternatives to Hallmark*

I seriously doubt the advertiser had that in mind when they made the ad.

Uh oh.

Feb. 8th, 2008 11:47 am
kyburg: (oh)
Has anyone else been watching the Helzberg Diamond ads about 'you're not THAT guy SO COUGH UP A ROCK...THREE OR MORE IS BETTAH'?

We have.

Um.

I expressly told Jim not to get me diamonds. Ever. One, they're boring. Two, I can buy them for myself if I suits me to do so. And three, the fashion in which they enter the market is so bloody, I don't want to ruin your day going into the details.

No. Romance != diamonds.

However, this one ad did spark a bit of discussion.

[Poll #1135374]

Considering my trepidation, it should be obvious at this point, right?

Yeah, 'Those Guys' do exist - I got one of them - and damn, I ain't getting pw0ned on Valentine's Day by him. *starts considering alternatives to Hallmark*

I seriously doubt the advertiser had that in mind when they made the ad.

Uh oh.

Feb. 8th, 2008 11:47 am
kyburg: (oh)
Has anyone else been watching the Helzberg Diamond ads about 'you're not THAT guy SO COUGH UP A ROCK...THREE OR MORE IS BETTAH'?

We have.

Um.

I expressly told Jim not to get me diamonds. Ever. One, they're boring. Two, I can buy them for myself if I suits me to do so. And three, the fashion in which they enter the market is so bloody, I don't want to ruin your day going into the details.

No. Romance != diamonds.

However, this one ad did spark a bit of discussion.

[Poll #1135374]

Considering my trepidation, it should be obvious at this point, right?

Yeah, 'Those Guys' do exist - I got one of them - and damn, I ain't getting pw0ned on Valentine's Day by him. *starts considering alternatives to Hallmark*

I seriously doubt the advertiser had that in mind when they made the ad.

Whee!

Jan. 1st, 2008 12:10 am
kyburg: (HAHAHA)
2007 - you are SO FIRED. GET OUT.

Whee!

Jan. 1st, 2008 12:10 am
kyburg: (HAHAHA)
2007 - you are SO FIRED. GET OUT.

Whee!

Jan. 1st, 2008 12:10 am
kyburg: (HAHAHA)
2007 - you are SO FIRED. GET OUT.

...

Dec. 20th, 2007 01:47 pm
kyburg: (bath fizzies)
I'm not sure how to process this one.

I've run out of fingers, folks. What am I counting?

Relationships ending. The veriest long-term of the long-term kind, no less.

I AM OUT OF FINGERS GUYS. I dunno. Quiddit doesn't seem like the right thing to say. I am sorrier than I can say, as well.

This time of year. Bad enough in the middle of summer. BUT NOW? My heart breaks.

And then there is the whole lack of fingers left over thang. I can't remember a season so harsh.

...

Folks, did I have someone who works at Yahoo on the list? I fielded the strange call of the season last night, from the Best Man from my first wedding, who I set the account up for back in the day. We haven't seen each other for more than a quick visit (and the last one was during AOD year before last, to boot) since Cliff passed and Jim entered the picture...and 9/11 'jokes' created a schism I'm still trying to overcome. He called me last night. He is having ZERO luck retrieving said account...and I advised him to stop trying to get through the database queries and speak to a human being at Yahoo for assistance.

No, I hadn't done anything to the account. God, the people he must deal with on an ongoing basis if he though I'd actually be malicious enough...for no reason whatsoever...to sabotage someone who I have nothing against, without communicating any irritation. *grins a bit* Guys, if I want to do you in, I will TELEGRAPH it loud and wide, at least. I have a long fuse, but it's not THAT long. You'll know.

[livejournal.com profile] silverkun, [livejournal.com profile] cyberotic_waste, can I ask for a side trip to Napa? We might be able to pull off a lunch if we're lucky - he has a son now, domestic open adoption (IRONIC AS WELL), and....stuff. I could also get a picture of me with the Best Man from my first wedding and the Best Man from my second one. AND LIVE.

And Hakusan is up that way, neh?

I am making labels for the jelly and spice mixes...."Pomegranate Carnage," "Guava Massacre" and "BAM Powder." I got boxes to pack. Last shipping before Christmas is tomorrow -

...

Dec. 20th, 2007 01:47 pm
kyburg: (bath fizzies)
I'm not sure how to process this one.

I've run out of fingers, folks. What am I counting?

Relationships ending. The veriest long-term of the long-term kind, no less.

I AM OUT OF FINGERS GUYS. I dunno. Quiddit doesn't seem like the right thing to say. I am sorrier than I can say, as well.

This time of year. Bad enough in the middle of summer. BUT NOW? My heart breaks.

And then there is the whole lack of fingers left over thang. I can't remember a season so harsh.

...

Folks, did I have someone who works at Yahoo on the list? I fielded the strange call of the season last night, from the Best Man from my first wedding, who I set the account up for back in the day. We haven't seen each other for more than a quick visit (and the last one was during AOD year before last, to boot) since Cliff passed and Jim entered the picture...and 9/11 'jokes' created a schism I'm still trying to overcome. He called me last night. He is having ZERO luck retrieving said account...and I advised him to stop trying to get through the database queries and speak to a human being at Yahoo for assistance.

No, I hadn't done anything to the account. God, the people he must deal with on an ongoing basis if he though I'd actually be malicious enough...for no reason whatsoever...to sabotage someone who I have nothing against, without communicating any irritation. *grins a bit* Guys, if I want to do you in, I will TELEGRAPH it loud and wide, at least. I have a long fuse, but it's not THAT long. You'll know.

[livejournal.com profile] silverkun, [livejournal.com profile] cyberotic_waste, can I ask for a side trip to Napa? We might be able to pull off a lunch if we're lucky - he has a son now, domestic open adoption (IRONIC AS WELL), and....stuff. I could also get a picture of me with the Best Man from my first wedding and the Best Man from my second one. AND LIVE.

And Hakusan is up that way, neh?

I am making labels for the jelly and spice mixes...."Pomegranate Carnage," "Guava Massacre" and "BAM Powder." I got boxes to pack. Last shipping before Christmas is tomorrow -

...

Dec. 20th, 2007 01:47 pm
kyburg: (bath fizzies)
I'm not sure how to process this one.

I've run out of fingers, folks. What am I counting?

Relationships ending. The veriest long-term of the long-term kind, no less.

I AM OUT OF FINGERS GUYS. I dunno. Quiddit doesn't seem like the right thing to say. I am sorrier than I can say, as well.

This time of year. Bad enough in the middle of summer. BUT NOW? My heart breaks.

And then there is the whole lack of fingers left over thang. I can't remember a season so harsh.

...

Folks, did I have someone who works at Yahoo on the list? I fielded the strange call of the season last night, from the Best Man from my first wedding, who I set the account up for back in the day. We haven't seen each other for more than a quick visit (and the last one was during AOD year before last, to boot) since Cliff passed and Jim entered the picture...and 9/11 'jokes' created a schism I'm still trying to overcome. He called me last night. He is having ZERO luck retrieving said account...and I advised him to stop trying to get through the database queries and speak to a human being at Yahoo for assistance.

No, I hadn't done anything to the account. God, the people he must deal with on an ongoing basis if he though I'd actually be malicious enough...for no reason whatsoever...to sabotage someone who I have nothing against, without communicating any irritation. *grins a bit* Guys, if I want to do you in, I will TELEGRAPH it loud and wide, at least. I have a long fuse, but it's not THAT long. You'll know.

[livejournal.com profile] silverkun, [livejournal.com profile] cyberotic_waste, can I ask for a side trip to Napa? We might be able to pull off a lunch if we're lucky - he has a son now, domestic open adoption (IRONIC AS WELL), and....stuff. I could also get a picture of me with the Best Man from my first wedding and the Best Man from my second one. AND LIVE.

And Hakusan is up that way, neh?

I am making labels for the jelly and spice mixes...."Pomegranate Carnage," "Guava Massacre" and "BAM Powder." I got boxes to pack. Last shipping before Christmas is tomorrow -
kyburg: (Default)
There truly are things about this holiday I am not liking much.

For one, I am actively dreading taking out the decorations. Why? Because everything this year has been a total SHOVE unless I want to tackle the task alone. And I am shoving on a lot of fronts right now, because I'm certain doing everything myself is a Bad Plan.

And I don't want to open the time capsule that is my Christmas decorations. I really don't need to be reminded that I've been collecting them over twenty years now...and a lot of the people and places I've been that they came from? Are gone. Like they never were - until I open that box at Christmas.

And I get hit with it all over again. The losses are one thing...the lack of any real sense of getting anywhere since then? Crippling.

We are at the same place we were in 2003, essentially. Going backwards, if you really look at it because the house we moved into is now showing the signs of time passing...and we're going to have to do Something about it. Soon.

Welcome to the realization that this has been another wasted year, with little to show for it. Writing the Christmas letter was an exercise in 'try to make this sound interesting, because clearly it's NOT.'

Whole lotta nothing going on.

I'm not going to anymore adoption classes. I've done them three times over already. I don't want to keep visiting websites that never change - or just keep changing as they should, daily updates for other people who get to see things change and grow and mature. Things...develop. Things...change. Up, down or sideways.

Me, I'm pretty certain I'm getting screwed.

Take for instance, losing that 35/40 pounds. I lost a lot of it in my face - which makes me look gaunt...and ancient. I have creases in places there were none this time last year. Yay! (What, plastic surgery? With WHAT.) There's my reward for doing the Right Thing.

The pictures taken at Thanksgiving and so on? I might as well be 65. I'd ignore it except people get kind of pissy when you don't act your age. Go buy clothes? Why - I'm too old for the things I like. (I went and bought some nice, warm sweaters at the thrift store so I could stop wearing the same five outfits Monday through Friday. Sweatshirts with t-shirts underneath, jeans and sneakers. That's it. How sexy is THAT.)

I haven't gotten my hair done in at least six months. Probably longer. Clean and out of my eyes, that's it.

I feel as sexy as a stick of unchewed Wrigley's - and as motivated. Nothing feels good, and thinking about it only frustrates me because when I try it? Nothing. No, wait. Worse than that. Other people get to have fun - when I try it? Nothing.

Yeah, I want to be reminded that I had hopes once. Let's go open that box and find all the decorations when I was getting ready to start a family, was working in the industry and thought I'd actually write something with an intention to get it published. Silly me!

I'm spending my days working where I am constantly reminded I did not get an education in the field I'm working in, and it shows. I have a title that implies a high school education and two years experience, and when I've mentioned it, I've been told to shut up and be proud of it.

Younger brother has decided that my niece (who has worked the last three Thanksgivings) is going to throw Thanksgiving out at my mother's house next year. He's told this to both my niece and Sis - knowing I'd eviscerate him for being a total TWAT. That's my thanks for this year's Thanksgiving. *rolls eyes* Not happening, BTW. That would land it squarely on my mother and that isn't going to happen, either. SHOVE.

I have a very good memory. It's not my friend in cases like this.

I work full time, I go home and go back to work full time. I'm waking up wondering what I forgot to do.

I don't have the energy to be angry. If something bad was actually going on, I'd have at least an excuse.

I'd claim duck nibbling, except they're ignoring me too.
kyburg: (Default)
There truly are things about this holiday I am not liking much.

For one, I am actively dreading taking out the decorations. Why? Because everything this year has been a total SHOVE unless I want to tackle the task alone. And I am shoving on a lot of fronts right now, because I'm certain doing everything myself is a Bad Plan.

And I don't want to open the time capsule that is my Christmas decorations. I really don't need to be reminded that I've been collecting them over twenty years now...and a lot of the people and places I've been that they came from? Are gone. Like they never were - until I open that box at Christmas.

And I get hit with it all over again. The losses are one thing...the lack of any real sense of getting anywhere since then? Crippling.

We are at the same place we were in 2003, essentially. Going backwards, if you really look at it because the house we moved into is now showing the signs of time passing...and we're going to have to do Something about it. Soon.

Welcome to the realization that this has been another wasted year, with little to show for it. Writing the Christmas letter was an exercise in 'try to make this sound interesting, because clearly it's NOT.'

Whole lotta nothing going on.

I'm not going to anymore adoption classes. I've done them three times over already. I don't want to keep visiting websites that never change - or just keep changing as they should, daily updates for other people who get to see things change and grow and mature. Things...develop. Things...change. Up, down or sideways.

Me, I'm pretty certain I'm getting screwed.

Take for instance, losing that 35/40 pounds. I lost a lot of it in my face - which makes me look gaunt...and ancient. I have creases in places there were none this time last year. Yay! (What, plastic surgery? With WHAT.) There's my reward for doing the Right Thing.

The pictures taken at Thanksgiving and so on? I might as well be 65. I'd ignore it except people get kind of pissy when you don't act your age. Go buy clothes? Why - I'm too old for the things I like. (I went and bought some nice, warm sweaters at the thrift store so I could stop wearing the same five outfits Monday through Friday. Sweatshirts with t-shirts underneath, jeans and sneakers. That's it. How sexy is THAT.)

I haven't gotten my hair done in at least six months. Probably longer. Clean and out of my eyes, that's it.

I feel as sexy as a stick of unchewed Wrigley's - and as motivated. Nothing feels good, and thinking about it only frustrates me because when I try it? Nothing. No, wait. Worse than that. Other people get to have fun - when I try it? Nothing.

Yeah, I want to be reminded that I had hopes once. Let's go open that box and find all the decorations when I was getting ready to start a family, was working in the industry and thought I'd actually write something with an intention to get it published. Silly me!

I'm spending my days working where I am constantly reminded I did not get an education in the field I'm working in, and it shows. I have a title that implies a high school education and two years experience, and when I've mentioned it, I've been told to shut up and be proud of it.

Younger brother has decided that my niece (who has worked the last three Thanksgivings) is going to throw Thanksgiving out at my mother's house next year. He's told this to both my niece and Sis - knowing I'd eviscerate him for being a total TWAT. That's my thanks for this year's Thanksgiving. *rolls eyes* Not happening, BTW. That would land it squarely on my mother and that isn't going to happen, either. SHOVE.

I have a very good memory. It's not my friend in cases like this.

I work full time, I go home and go back to work full time. I'm waking up wondering what I forgot to do.

I don't have the energy to be angry. If something bad was actually going on, I'd have at least an excuse.

I'd claim duck nibbling, except they're ignoring me too.

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