So what's so great about a white Christmas?

Blah. Today has just been a blunch of blah. Cold, wet, slushy blah. We
actually are getting snow around Christmas, and that never happens.
Around Thanksgiving, in Febuary, or sometimes even January. But never
the end of december, and nature is making us regret getting the white
stuff.

Got started about an hour or so late, we forgot the pump as well as
verifying, when we had the customer on the phone, the spa was empty.
So of course it wasn't (understandable though, since behind the shop
we had inches of ice in a hot tub and if the one to be moved had been
empty overnight it could of ruined the plumbing). And tearing down the
pool table (which we didn't have time to put back up at the new house.
Here's hoping for Tuesday) doesn't take enough time to drai. It. We
cheated and opened up some plumbing to get it to drain faster.

So half hour after quittng time, the tub and table are at the new
house and we are on the way home. It will take too long to get back
and sweet talk the bankers into cashing my check early by less than
six hours; and I still have to buy and ship the gifts for little bro
and grandma. Once again Ups or fedex will get too much of my money.

D&D : Game 1 Session 2

Session one had us make our characters and kill some kobolds.

Session two we get some info on our missing mentor, as well as having the ranger assualt the informant, insult the only inn keeper in town, and now just set the surrounding grain fields on fire...

Dragged to the bar...

I refuse. I will not kareoke tonight.

Maybe next time.

Especially since the reason I was there was to catch a friend singing and he finished before I got there.

Dragged to the bar...

I refuse. I will not kareoke tonight.

Maybe next time.

Especially since the reason I was there was to catch a friend singing and he finished before I got there.

Dragged to the bar...

I refuse. I will not kareoke tonight.

Maybe next time.

Especially since the reason I was there was to catch a friend singing and he finished before I got there.

Lucky!

So lately I've been getting late to work... then the delivery truck dies. I forget to ask mom if I can borrow hers for the tow.

And today's double-delivery cancels. AWESOME! :p

And yeah, I've been slacking on the post a day bit.

Mom Rant

Why won't my mother get it? Or even if she won't get "it" - whatever
it may be in a given situation - just stop pretending she knows what
makes me tick. She hasn't since before I started getting pubic hair,
despite me trying to explain.

Before when I've tried to explain so ething about what I am feeling -
even now, within the recent year - she can never get it. If I try to
explain something that is a pet peeve mine not only is she unable or
unwilling to understand why, she refuses to accept that it is a peeve.
If it isn't a peeve of hers, then she cannot understeland that it
might annoy others. And if it does, you are being stupid. Earlier
today she was getting pissed at the fact there might be a three liter
bottle in the recycle bag be aide she cannot return them where she
returns the bottles and cans, yet she would always bitch me out for
not taking out the milk jug and for me getting mad at being bitches at
for those milk jugs. Even though I was the only person in the house
who didn't drink milk. But I never heard her bitch my brother out for
that. And Hell, even me drinking milk could get me in trouble. I grew
up with 2-percent milk, but mom always got fat-free milk which tasted
wrong to me. If I got anything else I was wrong because it wasn't fat
free so it tonfat. Even when I would get 1% milk I was wrong because
any fat percentage was too much.

All want for christmas is for my mom to a) understand that hypocricy
annoys me, and b) understand what a peeve truly is.