Silly people of Sarameg. I hope it gets less stressful and that they send you the lists right away.
That's one spunky little girl you've raised. I'm gonna eat her.
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Lee - Dec 11, 2005 12:33:22 pm PST #1117 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
sarameg - Dec 11, 2005 12:38:31 pm PST #1118 of 10002
All I am planning on doing is going online tomorrow and be done with it. I don't have the energy to find any joy in this, so best to get it over with. (that's what bothers me. It isn't so much stress as it is a chore, which is not what it should be. I'm usually a fake-it-if-you-can't-make-it person, but this time, I'd rather just call in sick.)
msbelle - Dec 11, 2005 12:40:33 pm PST #1119 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Is this all because of the tension with SiL?
aurelia - Dec 11, 2005 12:45:43 pm PST #1120 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I discovered that at least one allergy has gotten worse
Have you tried acupuncture? I know someone who got rid of a cat allergy that way.
I can't quite wrap my brain around how this could be possible. Nerve and muscle issues, okay, but allergies?
sarameg - Dec 11, 2005 12:56:52 pm PST #1121 of 10002
msbelle, nah. I talked to her the other night, and she seems to be over her snit. This holiday doesn't hold much for me anymore, plus I haven't been enjoying shopping for anything for a while. Toss that together with the fact that it's sort of a manic collision of families who have little in common, vastly different ideas about how to do the holidays and... it's just not my favorite time. I sit on a plane for a couple of hours to essentially have no privacy for 4ish days, no means of escape, no downtime and far too many well meaning relatives who follow me when I try to find a quiet corner and then wonder why I start snarling...
sarameg - Dec 11, 2005 1:00:50 pm PST #1122 of 10002
(and watching people awkwardly interact -my parents and the inlaw- exhausts me.)
Lee - Dec 11, 2005 1:01:26 pm PST #1123 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That sounds awfully familiar, Sarameg. Maybe next year we should go to New York or something.
Laura - Dec 11, 2005 1:06:02 pm PST #1124 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Or Florida, IJS.
sarameg - Dec 11, 2005 1:06:04 pm PST #1125 of 10002
You know, as soon as I can not feel guilty over missing the nephew's birthday (and not cause familial uproar) I'm making my own holidays.
Which should be around the time he hits college, right?
Ginger - Dec 11, 2005 1:07:04 pm PST #1126 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I sit on a plane for a couple of hours to essentially have no privacy for 4ish days, no means of escape, no downtime and far too many well meaning relatives who follow me when I try to find a quiet corner and then wonder why I start snarling...
Substitute "drive for five or six hours" for flying, and Sarameg is me. I go to the bathroom a lot, since that's the only place they'll leave me alone.