family and holidays
I told myself that I would not put another entry here until I became a little more computer savvy. I still have no pic of myself because I have not created the time to do it with Ed. I also still have not created a account with photo bucket for the same reason. Anyway, here is another entry with NO visual stimulus what so ever. The reason I am writing is to vent some of the holiday madness that begins around this time of year.
Yesterday me and my wife put up our Christmas tree, after me and my dad went to buy one. This is probably the biggest tree I have ever bought. It must have been at least 8 feet tall. Anyway, when me and my dad went to put it up on the tree stand, we realized it was hitting the ceiling. So then the "pruning" begun. I nipped a little here, and nipped a little there, my dad hacked a piece of the trunk and then all of the sudden it fit. Then the nightmare of trying to keep it upright began. Me and my wife Richie decided to buy a new tree stand because we always had issues with the "old" red iron one with only 4 fasteners. So we bought a "new" supposedly heavy duty plastic one with 8 fasteners. Well it was plastic and really was not holding up this tree. We ended up stripping 2 of the fasteners because it is PLASTIC. Then we thought after 40 min's or so that we had it up. The wife and father were putting up the lights as the tree decided it did not want to stay up and wanted to lay down. Well we saved it, and then we were at it AGAIN trying to make this FUCKING thing stand up. After repeated arguments with my father about STUPID SHIT, my brother came home and helped us fix the problem. He went downstairs and got me a 5 inch screw and we screwed the tree to another piece of wood to give it added support, and now our beautiful tree stands up and looks beautiful. It just seems like the holidays never come easy.
I have a lot more SHIT to pour into this journal right now because my dad is with us for the time being before he leaves for Portugal. He makes me and everyone else around him uneasy because he is a miserable soul, and that is putting it nicely. He hardly ever says anything positive. Actually yesterday was the first time in like a year that he made a positive comment. After me and the wife were done decorating the tree, he came by and said that the tree was beautiful. That comment was nice and unexpected. However, to make a positive comment, I believe he feels he needs to make 1,000 negative ones. That is the unfortunate truth. I love the man, but I just CAN NOT live with him. He brings out the worst in me.
Yesterday me and my wife put up our Christmas tree, after me and my dad went to buy one. This is probably the biggest tree I have ever bought. It must have been at least 8 feet tall. Anyway, when me and my dad went to put it up on the tree stand, we realized it was hitting the ceiling. So then the "pruning" begun. I nipped a little here, and nipped a little there, my dad hacked a piece of the trunk and then all of the sudden it fit. Then the nightmare of trying to keep it upright began. Me and my wife Richie decided to buy a new tree stand because we always had issues with the "old" red iron one with only 4 fasteners. So we bought a "new" supposedly heavy duty plastic one with 8 fasteners. Well it was plastic and really was not holding up this tree. We ended up stripping 2 of the fasteners because it is PLASTIC. Then we thought after 40 min's or so that we had it up. The wife and father were putting up the lights as the tree decided it did not want to stay up and wanted to lay down. Well we saved it, and then we were at it AGAIN trying to make this FUCKING thing stand up. After repeated arguments with my father about STUPID SHIT, my brother came home and helped us fix the problem. He went downstairs and got me a 5 inch screw and we screwed the tree to another piece of wood to give it added support, and now our beautiful tree stands up and looks beautiful. It just seems like the holidays never come easy.
I have a lot more SHIT to pour into this journal right now because my dad is with us for the time being before he leaves for Portugal. He makes me and everyone else around him uneasy because he is a miserable soul, and that is putting it nicely. He hardly ever says anything positive. Actually yesterday was the first time in like a year that he made a positive comment. After me and the wife were done decorating the tree, he came by and said that the tree was beautiful. That comment was nice and unexpected. However, to make a positive comment, I believe he feels he needs to make 1,000 negative ones. That is the unfortunate truth. I love the man, but I just CAN NOT live with him. He brings out the worst in me.