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Considerate of them…

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Several retailers sent emails this week that read along these lines (this one was from Ancestry.com) “We realize that for some, Mother’s Day may be a tough time. If you’d prefer not to receive emails about our 2023 Mother’s Day sale, you can opt out below”

I didn’t opt out even tho I’d rather not be reminded. I’m not that much of a snowflake. I wonder if they think it might be a tough time because someone’s mother was much beloved? Or – that someone’s mother was much despised?  My mother falls into the latter category.

You know what’s interesting? I had an abusive mother and can never remember when mother’s day is. My husband had an abusive father and he can never remember when father’s day is. Thankfully remembering when these faux family holidays occur is of no importance.  Or about as important as National Stop Sniffling and Blow Your Nose Day.

I’ve been throwing myself a 4-month long pity party and it’s gotten old and boring. While  it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to, I see no reason to keep inviting others. Which is why I haven’t been writing much.

That said – there are always things that make me laugh – like this

Which always reminds me of an incident that occurred less than 24 hours after we got BB home – little did we know then that this was just a hint of things to come.

Miscellaneous Mishegoss

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For starters, today is Sunday, January 1st. New Year’s Day and for some strange reason it is a holiday. Except – Tomorrow, Monday, January 2nd is the day the ‘holiday’ will be officially celebrated with everything closed.  So many questions here – like – why is it a holiday in the first place?  I could rant on about ‘holidays’, their official day/date and the day/date they are ‘celebrated’ on but that would require some research, and I’m not in the mood because

I just stumbled over something I think is funny. Earlier today I read a blog post by Rivergirl about receiving kitchen appliances for Christmas.

A few minutes ago I checked my reader and there was a post on the Bluebird of Bitterness which was a re-post, I guess you could call it, from The Babylon Bee,  titled “Mary holding out hope for 4th wise man bearing an air fryer” .

Different strokes for different folks, eh? I doubt Rivergirl and the bluebird of bitterness got together and planned this and despite the old saying that there is no such thing as a coincidence, I’m guessing in this case there is – such a thing.

Here we go again with the holiday crap

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And here is probably another entry from me about why I’d like to into hiding for the next 6 weeks…when you grow up in an abusive home with a female parent who is your basic sociopath – well, you can kind of guess that the normal abuse and insanity gets intensified around “holiday” time – any holiday will do actually – one Easter (and why is that a holiday?) she got up from the dinner table and announced she was running away from home – and she left. I think we just kept on eating – she “ran away” from home on many occasions – it’s a tad embarrassing when the whole neighborhood comes out to watch as your father drives slowly down the street, yelling out the car window “June, get in the car” and June just keeps marching down the street to the bus stop. No, she doesn’t actually get on the bus, she gets in the car and comes back. It was always amusing (at least in retrospect) that she would ANNOUNCE she was leaving and then go – sometimes Pop let her, sometimes he followed down the street in the car. Fun times, everyone! Happy holiday memories!

Ah but Christmas and Thanksgiving – those were SPECIAL bad times! And every year there would be that SPECIAL beating accompanied by “I’ll make you remember Thanksgiving/Christmas 19__(fill in the rest of the year yourself – it happened every year). And guess what, I have remembered. And guess what, I HATE holidays. And guess what else, these are the times I hate HER! The rest of the time, I don’t know what I feel about her, certainly not active hate, not pity exactly either. But I don’t feel bad about not caring about this creature, my shrink didn’t like her either LOL Sometimes numb is a good thing.