Dear 2006:

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Welcome. Please, please be kinder than 2005.


Sincerely,

Laurie

Dear 2005:

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You sucked out loud. You sucked big whaler bone. You were the worst year ever. Good riddence. Fuck you. And the horse you rode in on.


Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out,

Laurie

I believe I have 'outed' myself as a psychopath at work

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Anyone remember the question that was supposedly created by a psychiatrist, and if you answered 'correctly', it meant that you think like a psychopath:

Psychological Test:

Read this question, come up with an answer--
A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, She believed him to be her dream and she fell in love with him right there but did not ask for his number and no matter how hard she tried she could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.

Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?

This floated around the WD once, and I remember that I got the answer right. It was the only thing that made sense to me, and I couldn't imagine what other answers people might come up with. But I never talked about it with anyone, and never got any feedback.

Flash forward to today. I went into the filing room at work and all the temps (probably 10 of them) were talking about something that sounded intriguing. I asked what was up, and someone said there was this question that some psychologist made up, and if you answer it right it means you think like a psychopath. I said, "oh, yeah, I flunked that one." They asked what I meant, and I told them that I knew the right answer right away, that it was the only answer that had ever come to mind for me, and asked if that was bad. They all seemed a tiny bit stunned and didn't seem to believe I knew it. I asked, "the one with the mother's funeral? Yeah, she killed the sister so (I won't post the answer here in case anyone's interested in playing). Did any of you get it?" Nope. Not one of them. And they seemed a bit stunned or tickled or maybe a bit nervous that I did.

Mwahahahahaha

And in other news

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My cousin's daughter, the one who's husband died of an aneurism in July, had her baby yesterday; on the birthday of her brother (who died of a heart attack in April). She had a girl this time. She has 3 boys already, the youngest not even quite a year old yet.

One of my favorite Christmas songs

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My first audio post. Cool beans.

Oh, and thank you, Helen

Ever since I saw the picture of your beautiful opal ring, I've become obsessed with owning a beautiful opal ring, too. I've been scouring ebay looking for just the right ring. I've found one that I absolutely love, but unfortunately, a few other people seem to love it too, and the price keeps going up.

This weekend

Friday night was boy scouts. His dad ususally brings the boy, but he couldn't and asked me to. Ugh. Just NOT my thing. I hope I never have to do that again. But the boy was awarded a citizenship pin. So that was nice.

Yesterday was the Christmas party that the fire dept in my hometown throws for the kids. My dad and sis and her youngest and my boy went. (Yesterday was also my dad's offical retirement day. Go, dad!) This year at the party there was ornament making; cupcake decorating (and eating); a clown/magician/balloon animal maker/facepainter. That was cool. And, of course, the Big Guy, who took each child up on his lap and gave them a present.

Oh, and a piñata. The line had a few younger kids in front, then my boy, then my nephew, then one other kid. Everyone got three or four swings, including my boy. Then my nephew, the Baseball King, was up. (Seriously, he's 9, and very active in sports. He's been playing Little League for years, and he's very talented. All the teams would fight over him. Last year they had to make a "Major B" league, because he and a few other kids were too young for the majors but too good for the minors.) So now it was his turn at the piñata: Swing 1! Swing 2! Swing 3! Really strong, baseball hits. He was prepared to stop then, but the guy said, "one more!". And so he did. He sliced the piñata clean in half. Candy went flying everywhere. It was spectacular. They even found a Tootsie Roll and a PENCIL that were broken in half. That's right, his swing broke a PENCIL in that piñata in half! I think from now on, The Baseball King should go last in the piñata line. It's only fair.

I came home to find a message that A&B were bailing on the Christmas party we were planning on going. They could not find anyone to watch the girls, and they just weren't comfortable leaving them when they were going to be such a distance from home. I briefly thought about going by myself, but decided against it. I don't think there were going to be too many of "our" friends there, anyway, and I'mnot good at mingling with strangers. I'd already dropped the boy off at his dad's, and bought my booze, so I decided to stay home and rest, which I greatly needed.

This morning, I woke up and actually CLEANED!!!! My room is still a mess and the boy's room needs work, but the living room, dining area, kitchen and bathroom are tolerably clean! The boy even vacuumed for me. Now I'm waiting for Michael's dad and stepmom to pick us up. They're bringing us to lunch. I don't think I'll get to see them again before Christmas, so I'll give them their gifts today.




(And thanks again to Min, who taught me how to make a: ñ )