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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 22, 2009 13:36:22 GMT -5
How can it be Thanksgiving next Thursday? Why is it Thanksgiving next Thursday? What did I ever do to deserve the holidays coming so soon? Julia, ARGH The holidays are far too early this year. When did they stop being fun and become all stress all the time? I made Paul go shopping with me. We were going to buy a cheap frozen turkey, but he was seduced by the fresh turkeys at TJs. It says use by 12-04, so it should be good for Friday's RSWP. Our refrigerator is stuffed to the gills, and the basket for the bread is currently sitting on the kitchen floor. To save space, I didn't buy milk, so I'll have to make another run on Wednesday morning. Oh well, it'll all work out in the end. I hope. And if not, it won't be All My Fault this year. *Laughs, hollowly and bitterly* My dad and my exbf of ten years raised me right; if it goes well, somebody else gets the credit, and if it goes wrong, it's always my fault. I decided to be proactive, and told Paul I wanted money for my birthday this year. The things I need and want are all too hard for his feeble XY brain to track down anyway, and besides, if it's good enough for him, it's good enough for me. We are all enervated by reality here; Sam's sort of wandering around bumping into things, I'm suddenly afflicted with canker sores everywhere I had novocaine or equivalent shots, and Franklin's having a painkiller crisis, Anna's job is already a scheduling issue. And then there's the ever-simmering stew of trouble at my sister's house, topped off by the fact that the corn harvest disaster in the midwest is going to drive feed prices through the roof again. Julia, can we just be thankful not to have to work at it this year?
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 22, 2009 14:22:06 GMT -5
The holidays are far too early this year. When did they stop being fun and become all stress all the time? I made Paul go shopping with me. We were going to buy a cheap frozen turkey, but he was seduced by the fresh turkeys at TJs. It says use by 12-04, so it should be good for Friday's RSWP. Our refrigerator is stuffed to the gills, and the basket for the bread is currently sitting on the kitchen floor. To save space, I didn't buy milk, so I'll have to make another run on Wednesday morning. Oh well, it'll all work out in the end. I hope. And if not, it won't be All My Fault this year. *Laughs, hollowly and bitterly* My dad and my exbf of ten years raised me right; if it goes well, somebody else gets the credit, and if it goes wrong, it's always my fault. I decided to be proactive, and told Paul I wanted money for my birthday this year. The things I need and want are all too hard for his feeble XY brain to track down anyway, and besides, if it's good enough for him, it's good enough for me. We are all enervated by reality here; Sam's sort of wandering around bumping into things, I'm suddenly afflicted with canker sores everywhere I had novocaine or equivalent shots, and Franklin's having a painkiller crisis, Anna's job is already a scheduling issue. And then there's the ever-simmering stew of trouble at my sister's house, topped off by the fact that the corn harvest disaster in the midwest is going to drive feed prices through the roof again. Julia, can we just be thankful not to have to work at it this year? Oh, poor dear. How's your sister? Did you ever find out exactly what happened? Emily keeps taking her temperature and constantly complains of fatigue (between her walks around the neighborhood), but aside from that, we in Brea are in fairly rude health. Except for the all tired all the time thing I have going and the constant worry about my dad, of course. We will be serving RSWP lunch for a maximum of eleven people, assuming the Aged Ps are up to being chauffered by Daria, which depends on their health, and Ratbag gets her ass out of bed in time to drive up with Bob, which is always dubious. I'm also awaiting the usual guilt-trip from Ratbag about how if our dad is going to attend, she can't possibly, and how can I be so meeeeean as to expect her to undergo the torment and abuse of his presence in her airspace. Maybe Bob will decide to come without her, like last year. Well, we'll just keep hope alive. Yes, I am the evil sister. I also made the command decision that I'm going to fit into the next three days, somehow, finishing my current craft project. Then I can put away all the bits and pieces and start moving the Important Things that live around my comfy chair into my little room, to make space to open the big dining table. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
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Post by Onjel on Nov 22, 2009 14:46:28 GMT -5
Just checking in after what seems to be a lifetime. Life has been . . . full and varied. I guess I'm living in interesting times. *sigh* At mom's most every night without my laptop, making Christmas gifts. (I'm crocheting, now. Mom and I sit like two little old ladies crocheting stuff.) I hope everyone has been having smooth sailing and are ready for the holiday season. Love you! Onj
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Post by Sue on Nov 22, 2009 16:36:33 GMT -5
How can it be Thanksgiving next Thursday? Why is it Thanksgiving next Thursday? What did I ever do to deserve the holidays coming so soon? Julia, ARGH Julia -- Thanksgiving is THIS Thursday (not "next"). Hopefully it's just a case of usage and it's not really a week sooner than you thought.
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Post by Sue on Nov 22, 2009 16:40:19 GMT -5
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Post by spacecat1974 on Nov 22, 2009 17:11:50 GMT -5
Watching SGU... Finally seeing some of the usual SG humor coming through. When asked how bad it was, Eli actually quoted Ghostbusters. The whole Bill Murray bit about "Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... " roflmao!!!
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Nov 22, 2009 17:44:38 GMT -5
Just checking in after what seems to be a lifetime. Life has been . . . full and varied. I guess I'm living in interesting times. *sigh* At mom's most every night without my laptop, making Christmas gifts. (I'm crocheting, now. Mom and I sit like two little old ladies crocheting stuff.) I hope everyone has been having smooth sailing and are ready for the holiday season. Love you! Onj
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 22, 2009 18:33:56 GMT -5
We are all enervated by reality here; Sam's sort of wandering around bumping into things, I'm suddenly afflicted with canker sores everywhere I had novocaine or equivalent shots, and Franklin's having a painkiller crisis, Anna's job is already a scheduling issue. And then there's the ever-simmering stew of trouble at my sister's house, topped off by the fact that the corn harvest disaster in the midwest is going to drive feed prices through the roof again. Julia, can we just be thankful not to have to work at it this year? Oh, poor dear. How's your sister? Did you ever find out exactly what happened? Emily keeps taking her temperature and constantly complains of fatigue (between her walks around the neighborhood), but aside from that, we in Brea are in fairly rude health. Except for the all tired all the time thing I have going and the constant worry about my dad, of course. We will be serving RSWP lunch for a maximum of eleven people, assuming the Aged Ps are up to being chauffered by Daria, which depends on their health, and Ratbag gets her ass out of bed in time to drive up with Bob, which is always dubious. I'm also awaiting the usual guilt-trip from Ratbag about how if our dad is going to attend, she can't possibly, and how can I be so meeeeean as to expect her to undergo the torment and abuse of his presence in her airspace. Maybe Bob will decide to come without her, like last year. Well, we'll just keep hope alive. Yes, I am the evil sister. I also made the command decision that I'm going to fit into the next three days, somehow, finishing my current craft project. Then I can put away all the bits and pieces and start moving the Important Things that live around my comfy chair into my little room, to make space to open the big dining table. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Nothing is known. She is the most close-mouthed individual ever, when it comes to health stuff. The residents of my house are installing a new light fixture, each in our own way: I've just finished assembling the metalpart of the fixture, Sam is putting the hardware in the receptical, Franklin is taking a nap, and Anna is hiding because I hurt her feelings. Julia, auuuuuggggghhhhh
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 22, 2009 18:34:39 GMT -5
How can it be Thanksgiving next Thursday? Why is it Thanksgiving next Thursday? What did I ever do to deserve the holidays coming so soon? Julia, ARGH Julia -- Thanksgiving is THIS Thursday (not "next"). Hopefully it's just a case of usage and it's not really a week sooner than you thought. Difference of idiom. "next" means the next one we get, in this part of the world.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 22, 2009 18:50:53 GMT -5
Just checking in after what seems to be a lifetime. Life has been . . . full and varied. I guess I'm living in interesting times. *sigh* At mom's most every night without my laptop, making Christmas gifts. (I'm crocheting, now. Mom and I sit like two little old ladies crocheting stuff.) I hope everyone has been having smooth sailing and are ready for the holiday season. Love you! Onj Love you too, Better Half.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 22, 2009 18:53:04 GMT -5
Oh, poor dear. How's your sister? Did you ever find out exactly what happened? Emily keeps taking her temperature and constantly complains of fatigue (between her walks around the neighborhood), but aside from that, we in Brea are in fairly rude health. Except for the all tired all the time thing I have going and the constant worry about my dad, of course. We will be serving RSWP lunch for a maximum of eleven people, assuming the Aged Ps are up to being chauffered by Daria, which depends on their health, and Ratbag gets her ass out of bed in time to drive up with Bob, which is always dubious. I'm also awaiting the usual guilt-trip from Ratbag about how if our dad is going to attend, she can't possibly, and how can I be so meeeeean as to expect her to undergo the torment and abuse of his presence in her airspace. Maybe Bob will decide to come without her, like last year. Well, we'll just keep hope alive. Yes, I am the evil sister. I also made the command decision that I'm going to fit into the next three days, somehow, finishing my current craft project. Then I can put away all the bits and pieces and start moving the Important Things that live around my comfy chair into my little room, to make space to open the big dining table. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Nothing is known. She is the most close-mouthed individual ever, when it comes to health stuff. The residents of my house are installing a new light fixture, each in our own way: I've jous finished assembling the metalpart of the fixture, Sam is putting the hardware in the receptical, Franklin is taking a nap, andAnnais hiding because I hurt her feelings. Julia, auuuuuggggghhhhh for you and for the Anna-spawn. Or possibly a good swift kick. We should lock her and my Elder Spawn into a room together and forget where we put the key, just for a while...
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Post by SpringSummers on Nov 22, 2009 19:06:09 GMT -5
Just checking in after what seems to be a lifetime. Life has been . . . full and varied. I guess I'm living in interesting times. *sigh* At mom's most every night without my laptop, making Christmas gifts. (I'm crocheting, now. Mom and I sit like two little old ladies crocheting stuff.) I hope everyone has been having smooth sailing and are ready for the holiday season. Love you! Onj Great to see you! Please come back more often, and Happy Thanksgiving, if I don't see you on the board before then.
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Post by luvmyfirefly on Nov 22, 2009 19:41:53 GMT -5
Firefly's idea of marriage.
Whenever she's playacting marriage this is how it goes:
"Will you marry me?" *kissing sounds* "Okay, we're married!" "Honey, have you seen my keys?"
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 22, 2009 19:48:58 GMT -5
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Post by Lola m on Nov 22, 2009 20:01:44 GMT -5
Love you, Jan and Rich. Whatever you guys need, whatever could be helpful, we're here to provide.
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