Growing up, we never decorated until about 2 weeks before Christmas. As an adult in my own home, the decorations go up throughout December with the tree being last around the middle of the month.
The Random Crap Thread 2: It Hits the Fan.
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Just got a phone call.
"Hello? Mister Bhamv? We're that organization you did a translation for last month. We have another translation case, an urgent one, which we'd like to offer you. Same rate as before."
"So... not a great rate then. And how urgent is urgent, exactly? How big's the case, and how long do I have to translate it?"
"It's approximately 40 pages, and we need it done by tomorrow at noon."
"O... kay..."
"Oh so you're taking it, excellent! I'll email you the details!" *click*
"Waitwaitwait no come back!"
"Hello? Mister Bhamv? We're that organization you did a translation for last month. We have another translation case, an urgent one, which we'd like to offer you. Same rate as before."
"So... not a great rate then. And how urgent is urgent, exactly? How big's the case, and how long do I have to translate it?"
"It's approximately 40 pages, and we need it done by tomorrow at noon."
"O... kay..."
"Oh so you're taking it, excellent! I'll email you the details!" *click*
"Waitwaitwait no come back!"
In about 10 hours, I'll be wasting my entire day at the Dallas Airport! Yay. Place is so good damn big it has it's own fucking train.
Why do we not have a jealous rating?
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We put up our Christmas tree last night. I was pushing to wait until after Thanksgiving, but I broke down. This year has been crazy, and it feels like so much has happened that it's hard to enjoy vemuch.
There is something about seeing that tree lit up. It warms the cockles a bit. Seeing the wife's face was even better. It's our first Christmas living together, and it made me feel good to see her so excited for it.
I do get tired of the ads endlessly pushing you to buy more to prove your love, but screw that. I'm not going to let it ruin what I love about Christmas.
There is something about seeing that tree lit up. It warms the cockles a bit. Seeing the wife's face was even better. It's our first Christmas living together, and it made me feel good to see her so excited for it.
I do get tired of the ads endlessly pushing you to buy more to prove your love, but screw that. I'm not going to let it ruin what I love about Christmas.
Make a thread in the Request board, and use at least two gifs (Dave is very strict about his burnt offerings).
In my defence, it WAS 6 AM. So I was not awake yet.
My son had an assignment in class today to create a Thanksgiving menu from grocery store ads. He needed a main dish, two side dishes, a vegetable and dessert.
He had turkey as the main dish, then shrimp and pork as the two sides. Carnivore much?
He had turkey as the main dish, then shrimp and pork as the two sides. Carnivore much?
Now THAT is a meal. Preferably for people who aren't allergic to crustaceans like me as I am CURSED as such.
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My cat Cupcake watched with him all wide eyed. It must have been deep
You said you had the house all to yourself! I assumed that meant he was off barbecuing squirrels!
--Patrick
Meh close enough. I was at a Beaver Scout sleep over.
I wonder about that reaction. A coloring book is an act of creation, reading is gaining knowledge or entertainment.
The phone can be anything, but I wonder if the people you're physically with think you're socializing with others. Facebook and texting, instagram, tinder - these are signals that the you're choosing other people over the person right in front of you.
Coloring and reading - you're choosing an activity while someone is here, but you're not necessarily switching to another social situation.
I've had more than one business meeting where participants were on their phones throughout, though, and whipping out a coloring book or piece of literature and doing that during the meeting would have been unacceptable. In these cases it's assumed that the participants are using their phones for meeting business, but everyone knows they are more often than not tuned out - they just can't call them out on it without risking being embarrassed if they actually are doing something meeting related.
Social situations and expectations are really fascinating...
I'm going to blame the fact that it's more traditional to blame electronics for being the bane of social interaction, than accepting the idea that I just want to be left alone. 
Staying at my parent's house basically means I have no recourse for spending time by myself, unless I shut myself in the guest room, which would also illicit comment.
Staying at my parent's house basically means I have no recourse for spending time by myself, unless I shut myself in the guest room, which would also illicit comment.
I take naps and go to bed early or spend time with the children.I'm going to blame the fact that it's more traditional to blame electronics for being the bane of social interaction, than accepting the idea that I just want to be left alone.
Staying at my parent's house basically means I have no recourse for spending time by myself, unless I shut myself in the guest room, which would also illicit comment.
This. People don't bother me when I fall asleep on the couch while the conversation continues around me - unless I snore too loudly. Playing with the kids is usually an effort to stay awake more than anything.
Although these days I can usually sneak the baby away from whoever's holding her and cuddle on the couch and have full permission to sleep if I get her to sleep as well.
That said, I suspect they're thinking, "Dude, let him sleep, he's got, like, a billion kids!"
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Is there anything to do near where your parents live? Can you borrow a car? I'd get out of the house for a little while even if it was to take a walk around the block or visit someone I haven't seen in a while.I'm going to blame the fact that it's more traditional to blame electronics for being the bane of social interaction, than accepting the idea that I just want to be left alone.
Staying at my parent's house basically means I have no recourse for spending time by myself, unless I shut myself in the guest room, which would also illicit comment.