My cat of 14 years had to be put down, my parents gifted my sister nearly a half million dollars with the reasoning that she needs it more (with the " dont worry, we will even it out later"), my wifes mom semi disowned her ( not sure exactly what this situation is) and wifes dad is playing favorites with step kids.
I truly thought we were going to get through Christmas with zero racism. Then grandma and grandpa came over. Luckily I was able to steer the conversation away pretty quickly, but it always puts a damper on things.
We just had some mild racism too: “There’s just too manyethnic restaurants in this town. Why can’t we just have American food?!” “There’s a Denny’s down the street…”
This makes my head want to explode. I grew up in a white ass family of wealthy-ish English descent and nobody knew what the hell good food was unless it was an expensive steak or fancy seafood which don’t really need much cooking skill to be yummy, it is inherently yummy you just eat it. Ughhh the food I grew up on was tasteless, soulless crap and every time I have good Mexican, Thai, Indian or some other type of food I am deeply thankful I don’t live in a barren wasteland of uninspired shit food. The fact that people actively desire that blows my mind.
White american food is fucking trash, I mean Italian food is good but Italians weren’t even let into the white people club until very recently so that barely even counts. England should just have their cooking license revoked. Choose the type of boiled mush you want and either add salt or pepper but not both because that would be too spicey! Don’t even get me started on the inability of white American cuisine to comprehend the concept of a meal without meat.
Yeah… English desserts can be pretty nice though. I grew up much the same and the only cherished family recipes we have are desserts: Trifle, bannoffee pie, persimmon pudding, cherries jubilee, custard pie with lemon curd, summer berry fool, toffee cake, hard sauce. Yorkshire pudding made with beef drippings is a delightful savory dish.
My girlfriend lost her job and failed one of her nursing classes, possibly also failing out of the program altogether (all in the same week) and is just being really nonchalant about the whole thing. I’m pretty sure she won’t be able to make rent and she’ll expect that I’ll help out. It’s more complicated than just dumping her, there’s a child involved, so I’m just like, “I sure as shit hope she’s getting serious after the holidays.”
Damn dude!(dudette?) That’s heavy, In my experience ‘failing out’ of program or course is never a surprise. Maybe next year can be focused around better communication with professors & life partners. Some earnest human interaction goes a long way when grades decline.
Working in food/retail has completely destroyed all holiday spirit for me entirely.
It doesn’t matter the holiday. Holidays just mean my job gets harder with no extra compensation. The customers are more hostile and aggressive and it’s just an overall shitty time.
I don’t love that this happens, but because I was in those trenches for many years I like to make my holiday shopping trips as pleasant as possible for the retail workers. I’ll try to take up as much time with them as I can just shooting the shit and helping them relax a little or giving them knowing looks whenever some asshole engages them.
That reminds me that one year, my cousin’s boyfriend got her a $1500 coffee machine, a flight of syrup and like a $500 giftcard to a local coffee shop for beans. Turns out, she was cheating on him with a woman at the time, and she broke up with him like 1 week later to be with her. It took all of us chewing her out to give the poor guy his present back so at least he could recoup the ~$2200 he spent.
My brother in law has appendicitis, my 'rents have head colds, and I am still suffering from a 6 day sinus infection and COVID head fog from Thanksgiving but otherwise we’re peachy
If it helps, I’ve had a sinus infection for close to a year, that now needs surgery. My date scheduled is Jan 15th. 4 procedures all happening at once. FESS, Septoplasty, turbinate reduction and spur removal.
I too was mad that there was no snow on the ground for Christmas this year. Then I got a blizzard warning on my phone so it might still work out ¯_(ツ)_/¯
I'm swimming in it! We always have a white Christmas, but this year it's spectacular. You could already ski (cross country) on the 23rd, since then there's 20 more centimetres of crispy new snow on top. It's amazing!
Obviously doesn't compensate for the heat elsewhere, but it won't stop me from appreciating what we've got!
When I first moved to L.A. from Indiana and was opening a bank account, I was chatting with the banker and it turned out she had never seen snow up close! That baffled me, especially when you can see it in the mountains all winter if you just look up.
What 'ruined' Christmas this year was having to go home and spend it with my parents, one of whom is bedridden and non responsive from Alzheimers. It's more akin to a wake where everyone is focused on someone who is dead and there's little joy to be had. I've been doing it now for 5 years and there's no sign that it will end soon.
It is incredibly stressful and morose. Christmas isn't really joyful anymore because Mom could die at any time. The worst part of it is that all of us recognize that she's suffering and so are we, but the government won't allow any other outcome.
Still, the family shows up and puts in the work for caring for her for many reasons, the least of which is that she raised us for almost 20 years. She was a wonderful person and she's owed that, bottom line. It is uplifting in a way because we come together and work together for a purpose and while it's hard and sad, we've bonded over it nonetheless.
But.. what kind of Christmas will we have once she's gone?
Christmas isn’t really joyful anymore because Mom could die at any time. The worst part of it is that all of us recognize that she’s suffering and so are we, but the government won’t allow any other outcome.
I feel “lucky” because it only took my dad two years to die from serious symptoms starting to the end, but that’s two years too long. He was a university professor and he ended up doing 50-piece jigsaw puzzles. We should allow people to end their life with dignity.
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