Ginger, I continue to regret you have to go though this, am glad at least one small aspect of your schedule went right, and respect your continuing strength in this battle.
'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ginger, it's good to see you haven't lost the snark.
He could have a lot going on. God knows I've let things slip in the last two months. And you wouldn't know it from the outside because I haven't wanted to let anyone in on the painful parts until recently and still not publicly.
Ugh, yes. I still have yet to find the strength to write the thank you notes from the funeral. There are also FB messages that I have yet to respond to. Sometimes it's just all overwhelming. sj, I wouldn't read too much into it.
man. juliana doesn't have a job, right? she can just fly around the country and help the hapless?
Ugh, yes. I still have yet to find the strength to write the thank you notes from the funeral. There are also FB messages that I have yet to respond to. Sometimes it's just all overwhelming. sj, I wouldn't read too much into it.
That's completely different and completely understandable.
He could have a lot going on.
Yep. Or just be not good at responding to anything on FB.
Ugh, yes. I still have yet to find the strength to write the thank you notes from the funeral.
I have almost made peace with the fact that I am never going to do thank you notes from Mom's memorial. I just ... no. Can't. I still get guilt twinges about it, but that doesn't make feel like I can tackle them.
Oooh, I will help decorate, le nubian! I love spending other people's money!
I just got back from visiting my folks, and "shopping" in their attic and basement. TOTAL SCORES, y'all! A bedside table for Dan, once I mess with the contact paper my sister put on it as a teenager (and get a handle), picture frames, some gorgeous stonewear, two little bedside or table lamps of "crystal" and brass from the 60's (wiring checked by dad)...and a metric fuckton of curtains my mom had for years that she scored at a schmancy mansion estate sale years ago that are in fantastic condition.
And my old BFF from high school gave me a lesson on how to use the teeny little $15 sewing machine I scored. I SHALL MAKE ALL THE PILLOWS!!! When I get some fabric.
Cass, I am so sorry you are missing Kittenish so badly; the only kitty I've had to myself as a grown-up before Cosmo and Gimlet I got when he was an adult, and took him out of indignation and pity more than love, and we were basically roommates. I was sad when I had to have Solomon put to sleep, but it didn't gut me. I was gutted when two of my mom and dad's Scots have died (one WAY too young and in a tragically sad manner) and I can't even think about Gim and Cosmo. Ugh. And this in addition to your dad...honey, I am just feeling awful for you.
Ginger, I pee on insurance's head on your behalf. When you are sick and least able to deal with their bullshit....it's such fuckwaddery.
So I was delighted to get such perfect seats with the reserved seat system. Um there are 2 other people other than my family to see Dark shadows. Oh well.
I firmly believe nobody should feel/be obligated to write thank-you notes after a funeral. I have never expected a thank-you card for a sympathy note, or even for flowers or a donation in someone's memory. That should be (and usually is) the last thing on your mind when you are grieving, and I would hope most people understand that.
I haven't been posting much lately, but am keeping up when I can and sending out the ~ma. Cass, I am so, so sorry about Kittenish and your dad, and Ginger, I'm thinking of you and joining my voice to the "Fuck Cancer!" chorus.
I believe Miss Manners suggests that the writing of thank you notes is the perfect job for someone who wants to know how they can help.
Ginger, I pee on insurance's head on your behalf.
Heh. That's a delightful visual, that is.
I never sent thank-you notes after Mom's funeral. My sister might have; the guilt is stronger in her than me. I just couldn't deal. Except for the folks at work, who sent TWO wreaths, one from the department as a whole and one from my friends. I had to respond to them, but I did probably the briefest thank-you notes ever.