Aims and Cass, you two did not blank, the rest of the world played a mean trick on you.

Ginger, if I could make them go away, I would. Instead, I'll send vodka.

Sox, that's wonderful news!

smonster has a cool doc, and bonus on not having caused herself any real trauma.

And then, then the molar cracked and I had to have it pulled. Yeah. Suddenly being numb was BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS.

Oh, don't get me wrong. When it involves yanking teeth out of my mouth, I go a step beyond. When I had some teeth pulled before I got my braces--way back in the last century--I went completely under. Nothing less than general for that.

Ginger, my condolences on your loss.

Aims and Cass, you two did not blank, the rest of the world played a mean trick on you.

Yes, it inserted a whole week when I thought there wasn't a week. Bad world, no In n Out cheeseburger for me tonight.

Ginger, I'm sorry that you're laden down with all that stress. I can relate to family craziness around funerals. I hope it goes better soon.

Hil, I'm sorry you got a bad rating. That sucks. I hope your students see you've tried to address those early issues and go and put more current and favorable reviews there.

This might be a bit too self-indulgent or maudlin for folks so I've tried to whitefont. I don't really have anyone that I can talk to in person about this kind of stuff:

I feel at sea.

Since moving back in with the 'rents, whole gobs of long-standing family dynamics issues have come up with me. I wanted to try to discuss them with my mom. And find out what she's thinking as well. She didn't understand me. In fact, she misunderstood me so she took it to be mere complaining about nitty gritty housemate issues rather than the long-standing stuff. Rather than about the parent-child relationship and triangulation between the many siblings. Instead of being interested or concerned, she was just annoyed. I think that will be the last time I try to talk about my feelings with my mom.

It's very difficult to make peace with the idea that you're never going to get what you wanted out of your dysfunctional family situation. That's the way it was, the way it is, and probably how it ever will be.

I've had plenty of therapy but I still feel like I have this big hole in me. Like I'm broken and that it has affected every interpersonal relationship I've ever had, driving off the very thing I want.

I'm supposed to just make peace with it, suck it up, and move on. And I've tried to do that. I guess I just don't know what to do with myself.

Spidra, I can't remember off hand if you are a huggy type person, but here: {{{{{{{{Spidra}}}}}}} you can think of that as warm thoughts if hugs don't work.

I'm writing the death notice, setting up the online memorial and scanning the pictures. I may be writing the eulogy.

I wrote my father's death notice. I do not remember what it cost, if anything, to have it run in the local paper. I vaguely remember being surprised they ran it verbatim.

I wrote the Eulogy, too. Being a trained writer came in handy, as no one else in the family was ready to be coherent.

I wish you luck and condolences.

t rant

When I paid my rent, I mentioned the front bathroom toilet is having difficulties. The floater shut off valve seems to be broken, and the water keeps running. Wonders of wonders, they call it in, and I get a call that afternoon. Set up a time for the next morning. Cool. That was yesterday. Dude shows up a little early, looks at the toilet, and says "Ok, I gotta buy a replacement valve, I'll get the key from management,and it will be fixed by the time you get home."

I get home, and it's not fixed. So I call him up. "I was going to fix it, but they didn't have a key. So I'll fix it in the morning at 9:30" Cool. Today was perfect day for that. I didn't have to be in early today.

I have the door open to get some fresh air. He and his partner walk up, I say hi, and they say hi, and walk into the newly emptied apartment across the hall. WTF? So I knock on the door and ask what's going on. "Oh, the part is in my partners van, and we had an arguement last night. Call me when you get home from work, and I'll fix it this evening." I tell him it won't be til around 8pm or so. He says no problem.

7:55 pm, I call him up. He says no problem, he'll be over within the hour.

I call at 9:30. Goes to voicemail. It's now 10pm. 2 hours. WTF dude!

t /rant

Thanks, WindSparrow. I have nothing whatsoever against hugs - virtual or in person.

Omnis, I can see why that would infuriate you. I'd be pissed, too. I hope he gets his excrement together.

{{{Spidra}}}

omnis that really does suck. You are keeping a record of all this BS to share with the management company, right?