I ordered a few presents Amazon Prime, in stock, on 12/19. The gifts show as expected delivery 12/27, but the Stats textbook will be here Sat. Not even tracking numbers yet. Awesome…
I thought Prime meant one received the item in 2 days. They are telling me they only have to ship in 2 days. Ummmm…no, you didn’t meet that either 
I could write a thread on complaints about packages then going to USPS Surepost. Should be called “surelyaddmoredays”. Grrr
To paraphrase a very old SNL skit, “Grow a pair. And if you can’t, you can borrow mine”.
The meringue cookies turned out so well I ate almost half of them… now I have to get up extra early tomorrow to bake some more… question is, how do I do this without getting found out…
My mom who is visiting me is feeling a bit under the weather so I’m on my own picking up d from the airport.
I feel bad that mom has a cold but oh the joy of getting to spend a whole day just D and I is the best present ever! We get to spend the day shopping and lunching! I never get to spend alone time with this one because she lives so far away.
I go in to school this morning, drop off my grades, and Christmas can begin in my house! By the time the kids get home later, the food shopping will be done and the house will be in shape. So we can start baking and just enjoying each other’s company 
Hope the weather doesn’t impact anyone’s holiday travel plans.
Can’t wait until the “kids” are safely home. Being together is everything.
I don’t want to hear “I don’t want to talk about it.” I want to help, this is very difficult for me.
No, I don’t think you had a successful semester with an F in Anatomy, C in Intro to Ochem, B- in Philosophy of Ethics, A- in Statistics , A in Music History, particularly when the F was for a course related to your intended major. In what universe does getting an F equate to a successful semester? Yes, I know you have changed majors now but you really need to focus from here on out, Fs and Cs are not going to cut it.
So proud of both of you. So happy to be with both of you this holiday. It happens less and less these days. I know – you’re adults now, and you have your own lives, and that’s how it should be. I’m proud and happy, but I’m still allowed a twinge now and again.
Son arrived home safely last night. Christmas is here!
Got my tamales today from coworker, whose mom is like a tamale queen. OMG, these are seriously the best tamales I’ve ever had. Their whole family makes them every year from scratch. No automatic gadgets. Hours and hours of mixing the masa to make sure it’s just right. They sell the extras. They beat any restaurant’s tamales any day of the week. Last year I made the mistake of only getting 2 dozen. My husband ate those in just a few days.
This year? 4 dozen. TAMALES FOR DINNER TONIGHT! And tomorrow, too! And for breakfast. And a couple for lunch. I am ONE HAPPY CAMPER, PEOPLE! Mexican Christmas heaven in your mouth.
No, you should not spank your grandchildren. Never, ever. You see them once every 6 months.
And the constant blather about the great parenting you received? That’s the Stockholm Syndrome talking. The parenting you received is why we have foster care.
If you do come, please, please behave.
Sometimes you act like a spoiled brat. I am not happy.
Pathology report is all clear!
A friend went to visit the home of our mutual friend who was just diagnosed with cancer. No phone, no computer, no bed, no sofa. Just a room with a cot, a sleeping bag, two folding chairs. Never participated in any social service programs. Never signed up for Medicare. Off-the-grid poverty.
How could we participate in church activities and share a meal together every week and not know?
We will do what we can to get the help he needs but it seems overwhelming.
You had all these big plan of picking up food/drinks for everyone, but fell short of doing it because you needed your sleep. I ended up picking up 10 bags of grocery food and 5 large boxes of drinks. Don’t get upset with my kid about not picking up cheese for you when you had your wife and 2 sons sitting around doing nothing. On top of that, when I organized a dinner for a party of 16, I didn’t need your son complaining about the food.
I love you so much, even though I don’t tell you often. I can’t imagine leaving you next year.
Could you maybe not rip his heart out 48 hours before he has to drive 1500 miles to be in he city he was moving to to be with you? Could you maybe have dropped this bomb before 3 days ago when he signed a one year lease on an apartment?
Watching him sob on the couch is breaking my heart.
It’s such a shame that you have to do that. You’re so much better than what they’ve offered you, so I agree, reluctantly, that you should leave.