Oh the drama

Think I'm getting sick.


It could be that GOING BACK TO WORK is looming rather closely in the future, or it might be that I've been drinking like it's going out of style.


Switched over to the new blogger today, and it took only, ah... let's see... 8 hours! It's not like I have a huge blog, nor do I post several pictures at a time, but for some special reason, no blog for me today.

But I'm back.

Hi.

Used up the $50 American Express gift card from my aunt today at Trader Joes. If you don't have one near you, poor you. God I love that store. It's like Marshalls or Ross for gourmet food. There is nothing there that tastes bad. Except fish. Don't like the fish. Too fishy. But then again, I don't like any fish. Especially Tuna.

See, I am a gay man in a straight woman's body.

I also got a surprise returning a gift from my mother yesterday. See, she got this idea that my brother, sister and I, would all love a great big, massive, Pannini maker for Christmas. Bought one for each of us. We were all a bit perplexed by this, since my mother has never made a Pannini for any of us herself, nor have we heard her speak of ever eating a Pannini.

In addition, I have the Keebler elf kitchen. No, really. I have a cupboard. One. I have a half-size fridge, and about a square foot of blue counter. That's it. I keep all my baking stuff in the oven, since there's no place else to put it, and my frying pans and pots and such, hang from a rack I installed in the ceiling crossbeam.

Small doesn't describe it.

My sister has room for something like that, but doesn't cook. Not really. Oh, she heats things up, and sometimes "creates" some awful food and calls that cooking, but with this machine, one might have to follow directions, seeing that it gets very hot. Sister doesn't like directions. She actually just left hers at my mother's house. Somewhat tactless, but she's got pregnancy brain right now.

And brother? Well, as we walked out to our cars I asked him what he was going to do with it.
"We don't have any room, we'll probably put it in storage for now."


I sound ungrateful, don't I? Well, I'm not. It's not so much that she bought us all something that none of us ever gave a small clue we wanted, it's how much she spent on each of the machines. I went to Costco, fully expecting the refund to be about twenty-five, maybe thirty-five dollars. Nope. Not close. Each one cost $89.99! Oh my goodness.

Mom does not have that kind of money to spend on gifts.

Brother and I have been trying for the last few years to get her to limit her spending. With not much success, obviously. I give her $100 a month, my two siblings paid for her $7000 dental work last year, and they've started a savings account for her (about which, my mother knows nothing). She works full-time, but is scraping by most months. Brother, Sister and I are all doing just fine at this point financially. Not I'm-about-to-buy-a-house fine, but fine nonetheless.

It was nice getting the cash back for something I know I wouldn't have used. Now I just have to figure out how to get the money back to Mumsy without her knowing.

Hmm?

All ideas are welcome.