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fatrockstarBut things are looking bleak. I got extended for a whole three days (*gasp*) because our deadline got pushed back, and now I can't even test because nobody knows how to reimage half of the machines we need to test on. I don't want to work through Friday. I want to go home and sleep.
Looks like Garret and I will never see eye to eye on this whole Christmas thing. Even though I told his family at Thanksgiving that we were spending the holiday with my dad, they seem to think nothing of planning their get-together late on Christmas Eve, after I had told Garret time and time again that I wanted to be at my dad's on Christmas MORNING. In the winter, it takes over four hours to get there. I don't think it's unreasonable to want to follow MY family's traditions this year, especially since I've been inundated with HIS family's traditions for the last three. I enjoyed last Christmas because we were at Disneyland. I think it might have been the best one EVER. No presents, no anticipation, no mess -- just phone calls, cocoa, and rides.
So I call his mother, like I told him I would, and she is very "why can't you just go in the morning?" When I try to explain to her that my family's traditions are Christmas morning-related, she suggests I get Garret a plane ticket and they will make sure he gets to the airport on time. We can't come by earlier, either, because they'll all be at church that day, and everyone else is working. I can't win. Then she pulls the guilt card on me: "Well, you'll be missed, but nobody's going to disown him if you're not there on Christmas Eve." See, I knew that. And there ain't no shame in exchanging gifts late, either.
Garret really gets into Christmas. I think Christmas is a children's holiday and would rather avoid it. He is so attached to his traditions he won't accept or create new ones, and he insists that I get just as excited and involved in the traditions he holds dear. This is fucking irritating to me on so many levels. Maybe next year I'll just give myself a heart attack and spend it in the hospital with a "no visitors" sign on my door.
I don't think I like Premo Sculpey. It's hard to condition and gets sticky if you over-condition it. I'm going to go back to Sculpey III for my next project, even if it is less sturdy. After much thought, I decided to add wire loops for my gingerbread men instead of punching holes in their forheads. I still haven't started adding clay to the frames or the tins. I wish I had more friends who shared these hobbies with me. Everybody would rather ooh and ahh instead.
Have I mentioned how much I hate Christmas? Yes? Sorry, I just wanted to make sure...
Looks like Garret and I will never see eye to eye on this whole Christmas thing. Even though I told his family at Thanksgiving that we were spending the holiday with my dad, they seem to think nothing of planning their get-together late on Christmas Eve, after I had told Garret time and time again that I wanted to be at my dad's on Christmas MORNING. In the winter, it takes over four hours to get there. I don't think it's unreasonable to want to follow MY family's traditions this year, especially since I've been inundated with HIS family's traditions for the last three. I enjoyed last Christmas because we were at Disneyland. I think it might have been the best one EVER. No presents, no anticipation, no mess -- just phone calls, cocoa, and rides.
So I call his mother, like I told him I would, and she is very "why can't you just go in the morning?" When I try to explain to her that my family's traditions are Christmas morning-related, she suggests I get Garret a plane ticket and they will make sure he gets to the airport on time. We can't come by earlier, either, because they'll all be at church that day, and everyone else is working. I can't win. Then she pulls the guilt card on me: "Well, you'll be missed, but nobody's going to disown him if you're not there on Christmas Eve." See, I knew that. And there ain't no shame in exchanging gifts late, either.
Garret really gets into Christmas. I think Christmas is a children's holiday and would rather avoid it. He is so attached to his traditions he won't accept or create new ones, and he insists that I get just as excited and involved in the traditions he holds dear. This is fucking irritating to me on so many levels. Maybe next year I'll just give myself a heart attack and spend it in the hospital with a "no visitors" sign on my door.
I don't think I like Premo Sculpey. It's hard to condition and gets sticky if you over-condition it. I'm going to go back to Sculpey III for my next project, even if it is less sturdy. After much thought, I decided to add wire loops for my gingerbread men instead of punching holes in their forheads. I still haven't started adding clay to the frames or the tins. I wish I had more friends who shared these hobbies with me. Everybody would rather ooh and ahh instead.
Have I mentioned how much I hate Christmas? Yes? Sorry, I just wanted to make sure...
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9/12/03 12:31 (UTC)But then again, I am Jewish and she is Pagan (although her Dad is Christian).
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9/12/03 12:43 (UTC)I'm in a flurry of knitting-crocheting-painting activity here. Glad you're not punching holes in their foreheads. ouch.
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10/12/03 15:25 (UTC)F*ck Christmas, man. I'm giving up on that fantasy.