Ever just want to tear your hair out, or someone else's? If you cannot restore a sense of balance, you will run away from home? Just want to say some things without the constraints of staying on topic? Well, this thread is for you! If you just need a short break to let it all hang out, be a brat, then come on, you can do it. No holding back! Go for it, you can do it.
Though to be fair, they can hardly be held responsible for what was put on their van. I am still waiting to hear who can...
Up at twenty to seven this morning to be ready for the delivery of my eagerly-awaited sofa bed. Two months it has taken me to get this order sorted out. Two months of patient negotiation and liaison, getting two lots of manufacturers and an upholstery retailer all lined up in a row, just to get the right size furniture in a nice fabric that doesn't cost the earth and goes with my carpets and can cope with the dog jumping on it and being shooed off again. Not to mention the pains I took last night to walk the route from street to living room and make sure there were no pitfalls or obstructions for the delivery men when it comes to wrestling several hundred pounds of sofa bed into the house.
So 8:15 sharp and I'm directing them into a safe parking position. For reasons which have yet to be explained, these young men come from deepest Yorkshire and have accents to match - this means, for those not familiar with British regional accents, that they are essentially speaking a foreign language. But I eventually gather that one of them is concerned that the sofa is very heavy. Er, yes, it is. Were you not expecting that?
I walk them through the route to make sure they're happy, and they are very happy to note that we have nice wide doorways to work with. Hurrah! They disappear to set about unloading. There is a pause. The pause goes on for some time. I go to investigate.
It turns out that the sofa is not nearly as heavy as they feared. That's the good news. The bad news is that the reason it is not very heavy is that there is no bed in it, and they are conferring about what to do. This is a sofa non-bed. As it is wrapped in heavy-duty clear polythene I am also able to observe that this sofa non-bed is upholstered in cream linen. Not chocolate moleskin velvet. This is not my sofa. Where is my sofa?
Where is my sofa, Liam? Liam, where is my sofa..? Liiii-aaammm...
As far as talking about my Mom on here. I would but I want to keep this thread fun, so I'll think of fun stories about my Mom for here and keep the crying and missing her posts for another thread.
Not that I'm saying that people on here can't talk about whatever they want to but ..............anyhow. You all know what I mean, I hope.
Who is lady gaga?
There, I am done explaining now.
Do I really need to explain this more? We changed our clothes, to dress for halloween, in the girls bathroom. We then went door to door to ask for candy.
Remember? That was back when people would actually feel safe answering their doors, and they handed out chocolate candy bars.
err, umm, there is a difference, right?
Maybe dressing for halloween is still something to look forward to again Gershun, in say, about 20 years?
Sorry you are missing your Mom, Gershun.
You too are missing your Mom, Luckylu.
You can talk about it here-this is your thread.
And I also close the blinds to change clothes because I am modest, but also because I don't want to scare anybody. I don't wear shorts for the same reason.
Thanks for the homemade penicillin suggestion
Next time mom has a UTI I'll make moldy French toast for her - she loves breakfast any time of day
I couldnt go because I am back to work early two days all day (I work prn and nothing available all July) and they wanted to stay there when I had to be at work.
I scrubbed the house yet again and cleaned out the walking dead food supply my mother demands keeping despite it's pre ww2 status. I purchased really nice, quick food in cups and cooked food for them in portions so as not to prompt my dad to leave again and buy 100000000000000 more groceries (he runs around and leaves mom with me because he cant stand being around her - plus if he stops, death will claim him). I come home to find both suitcases blocking the walkway because they could pull them out of the car but those last few steps are apparently reserved for cincerfuckingella to haul in and then ferry to the underworld basement in which I dwell. I walk into the spotless kitchen after walking through a glass and wood door left wide open because even that was too hard for them to close on their way to the bedroom. But alas, I find no less than 15 bags of groceries warming to summer heat in the kitchen, left out across countertops everywhere - waiting like a big FU to Cinderfkingella (Referred to herein as CFE) for being at work and not home welcoming them with a ticker godamned tape parade to further enrich my father's narcissistic supply. The AC was on full tilt below ice cube temps and I wanted to cry. Garage door open (nothing says rob me like open garage, wallet and keys in the unlocked car and open front door like my parents) and my cleaned up house a disaster.
I cannot tell the trespassing of CFE that goes on. If I stand up for myself, the turd sounds the alarm by calling my two ass kissing never present siblings to tell them what a loser, failure POS daughter they have. I am the reason this man has had 3 more years with his wife. At the rate things were going with her drinking and pilling, she would be dead and damn near was when I got here. She would fall, he would not tell anyone and make her go back to bed and hiding her injuries. Not on my watch. Not anymore. And who fed her the alcohol and still does if he takes her out? Him or my idiot siblings. I clean up the damned mess.
Anywahoo. I feel resentment like - real bad - upon coming home from work today. I wouldn't have such a hard time with this if he did not treat me like crap and my mother was not an alcoholic. But this is how it is. I am sitting here hating my life at the moment. Yeah Im such a brat
Tacy I am dyeing here...LOL Wait until she finds out how uncomfortable they are, and how hot after a bit...
And Kellie.. we are mostly blowing off steam and laughing at each other.. welcome aboard!
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As a pagan, I can attest that we are too busy honoring our Samhain holiday.
Wouldn't flame anyone for calling out our Pagan community. It's not what we are about. Everyone has an opinion and notions regarding our religion.
As far as showering and what everyone is wearing, I still shower without clothing. That's still 'normal', right?
Ali I can't really understand how the Monster Mash got released the first time, so the 2008 revamp, wail... Is this the country that bred Edward Elgar and nurtured Yehudi Menuhin? Head in hands...
Is that your excuse, Send??? "Your son" liked Madness, hm? :)
My mother came into the room one Sunday lunchtime while my kids were bopping around to my old record collection and said "is that 'Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick'?" Indeed it was, or as Daughter put it: "Granny! You rocker!" And that song is about the universality of musical instinct, by the way, and I refuse to know any different.
My son was a teenager.
Seriously?! lol
Considering some of the things that pass for Popular Music in the U.S., having that tune back around would be a welcome change... for a minute...
They did the mash
It was the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
Can anybody else remember the rest of it before I go completely round the bend, please? And why was this record released and what was the occasion and how the heck did it get into the top 10 back in the seventies..?
And Kellie.. we are mostly blowing off steam and laughing at each other.. welcome aboard!