Newshour interviewed a chap from Charity Navigator. An orgination that rates charities. Rather interesting. Since folks tend to give to charities this time of year, figured I'd share with y'all.

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I just woke up from a dream in which I was taking care of five little puppies. Sooooo cute. Why can't every dream be nice like this one? The worst part of it was that I had to get ready to go to work so I had to put them in their kennel, and ask my housemate to take them out later to go potty outside.

Family tradition lives on. Pix and I arrived in San Diego about 4:30. It's now 6:00 and we are now in the ER. Mom was just brought in by ambulance. Not sure that's up yet.

Oh, Drew. Poor you, poor Kristin... poor your mom. May the care she needs be quickly available.

Oh jeez, Drew, that's a sucky tradition. I'm sorry.

We had Chinese food and family drama at our house. My sister was antagonizing our brother (who is admittedly kind of a jerk and ridiculous about calling shit Marxist) but then later asked our mom if she could have these masks that used to be on the wall and aren't anymore. Brother suddenly got all up in arms that sister is stealing family heirlooms from under his nose, damnit! Which...um, no. First off, not really an heirloom. Second, not stealing. Third...WTF, are you really going to take those back to Europe with you?? Anyway, it escalated from there, though by the end I was laughing hysterically because I don't want any of it, so they were like "no, you might have to fight meara for those [name random thing mom got at a garage sale and none of us wants]"

I was trying to figure out if this is the fourth or fifth time Christmas has involved the ER.

Ma~~ and peace drew.

I think you found you line for the holiday meara - every time somebody starts to fight about something stupid - just tell people they are going to have to fight for that old bent crochet hook in the bottom drawer.

Exactly, Beth! The only thing I want are pictures, but I'm fine with a scan of them, rather than the original. I do really like my grandmother's dining room table (Danish Modern, back when it was...newly modern?) but depending on what's going on when my parents either pass away or move into a home that doesn't have room for it, I may or may not be able/willing to get it from Indy to Seattle (or wherever I am) so...yeah. Not super attached to it.

So I just got the three day notice to pay rent or quit. My useless fuckbag of an ex-roommate still hasn't paid me. I'm so livid that I can barely speak right now.

Drew, I hope all is well.

Sean, eek! I hope things get resolved quickly.

Buffistae, happy holidays from my family to yours! [link]