I wish you could see the distress you have caused based on your selfishness. Because of your cry baby antics, 20+ years of Thanksgiving happiness is going away. You have always been very selfish and your wife catered to your crazy narcissism. My tongues is tied but I know karma is going to get you. We might not be able to host Thanksgiving after 20 years because of your sulking and inability to wear big boy pants but I know the next generation sees this for what it is.
And to my SIL, who happily is taking advantage of the situation, shame on you. Your need to have Thanksgiving is also mortifying. I feel bad for the kids because really in about 20 years we won’t be able to cook any more.
We’ll enjoy the turkey just the same.
I’ve been seeing a draft of my comments in the reply box for several days, and I’m pleased to announce that I’ve gotten over it before CC has.
Egads. It is almost 11! Two giant raccoons are having a territorial war in the ravine, and someone just had to get out of the bed to try to film this!
What would the older me tell the once younger me ? Gems.
I may have some disappointments, but at least today I don’t feel like all I can manage to do is assume the fetal position and eat carbs
Not sure if I need coffee or alcohol.
How does a 70 yr old woman get off on trying to guilt trip a 17yr old child???
I know she is hurting she lost her child, I get that but my child did not put the food in his mouth over and over again until he was classified as super super morbidly obese.
How DARE you tell my child that he died of a “broken heart” when she and I both tried for years to get him to stop and go to a self help group like AA and admit he was powerless over food, to get psychiatric care to do ANYTHING and he refused. She felt like he didn’t love her because he wouldn’t seek help.
Don’t push me old lady, i may look meek but if you touch my cub you are going to see mama lion come out at a full roar!
Praise to the surgery fairies. Husband doesn’t have to report until 11 tomorrow so no need to spend money on a motel tonight. Original schedule was 6 am.
Alcohol… definitely need alcohol.
My son is being bombarded with magazines he never ordered. (He lives in Australia so I’m trying to deal with this.) There are several new ones weekly. When I call to complain and ask them to stop sending them, they say a “third party” vendor has to be contacted. Each magazine, of course, is supposedly being sent by a different “third party.” When I google them, they all have something in common: scams!
Not sure what to do. The Post Office says there’s nothing they can do. Attorney General? Sure, I can just forget about it and keep tossing them, but that’s wasteful and I’m really bothered by this.
Dang—the printer can’t be fixed but at least we will get a new one at no charge and will have to get credit for all the unused ink we bought, just before it died—over $600!
Its not often I feel overwhelmed and according to my circle I should much more often than not lol. But today I am feeling buried…the 3rd 10-hour workday after working all day Saturday trying to catch up from last week. Thursday and Friday are definately two more 10-hour days. Glad to have a good job but the learning curve is slowing me way down. New build is still on slow mode. I really need to get this house rented. Just one more tuition payment but that’s another ouch (as great as her scholarship is its still a squeeze), graduation, son’s wedding, it seems never-ending. Hopefully wine will cure all. Yup, my own little pity party. Hope I can stop at two glasses or tomorrow will be that much harder LOL.
We are lucky we have each excellent health insurance and don’t think twice about seeing the doctors we need to see. Even though our health system is clearly messed up, we are thankful for the availability of doctors, hospitals, and other medical facilities we have easily available to us.
Can I take a vote amongst the rest of us sitting in the surgical waiting room to see how many others really want to listen to the program you are watching on your cell phone?
Dear boss: Please decide whether I am an incompetent fool who cannot be trusted with his own cases, or a magical law fairy who has to handle all of the stressful cases and hold the hand of the junior people (who have been here for six years). I don’t care which, just pick one and let me know.
Whipsawed emotions.
Latest CT scan was clear. Yay! One year ago we were reeling from a very frightening cancer diagnosis. My husband is easing back into work and feeling great right now after a very difficult, long year.
But…
Several weekends ago my son’s wife’s only brother, at age 21, was found dead on a friend’s futon. Not a suicide, not a drug or alcohol overdose, the initial autopsy has found nothing. No previous illnesses or mental health issues. He appeared to have passed peacefully in his sleep. The final toxicology and other pathology/autopsy reports could take weeks. The family is devastated. This was a kid who had everything going for him.
Adulting - it never gets easier.
Prayers for residents of Paradise CA and the rest in the way of the fast moving fire in Butte County. It is an area with a lot of retirees. My parents are safe but their home is likely gone along with the rest of the neighborhood.
Our very dear friends are in Butte County. We’ve been there almost every summer since 1987 and consider them family. Between the fires and Oroville Dam, it just never seems to end for that community. Hoping for rain and safe evacuations for everyone affected.
Six hours of waiting. I’m ready to count the circles on the wallpaper.
Went to a meeting for our clean air coalition. We were giving feedback on anti-vaping conference.
I mentioned that people were concerned about popcorn lung poster that is a Star Wars look but doesn’t explain what popcorn lung IS—bronchiolitis obliterans—lungs disappearing from the bottom up. The folks at the meeting who were responsible for the poster appeared shocked—none seemed to know that THAT is what popcorn lung is and agreed it would be good to focus on this danger. [-( :-&
I met with them afterwards to give more info and scarier images.