Frustration

[maderr]

Went to Jungle Jim's

Could not find my dad's beer :(

They were out of the wine I wanted for my mom :(

*sniffle* I FAILED.

But I got that other thing we discussed, Sip. You know. And rice, daddy. The BIG bag ^_^

Sorry about the b00ze. I tried.

And if the gifties are really going to upset peeps, then I won't worry about them. I know we said no gifts this year - but I was excited I had monies. But I'll leave them here and scrap the whole deal if y'all prefer. Just lemme know ^_^

*much love to ma famille*

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[rykaine.livejournal.com]

Gifts are nothing to be upset over. No worries.

D says that's fine about the beer. Truth be told he's not sure they even make it anymore. Awesome on that other thing. And D says "lol" on the rice. ^_^

Okies, BJ and I are going downstairs to finish cookie-ing. We had to make another batch--because we wound up five stars short with just one. So we're gonna camp out downstairs. Kinda a huge effort for cookies, but it's fun. And tomorrow we'll be busy moving stuff. (Again just saying so you'll know why I'm so quiet.) Night, Meg!

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Night, Sammie! ^_^ Tell Beej Hey! for me and have fun camping out over cookies. LOVE.

[tygati.livejournal.com]

Gifts given from the heart are nothing to be ashamed over. I spent $4.75 to mail a $5 stuffed reindeer to my Aunt, just because I thought it would make her smile. Probably why I loved our whole Secret Santa thing at work, too. They might be just silly little cheapie presents, but getting them can really brighten someone's day. Plus, it's fun to hear (secondhand) their reactions.

And even when someone is flat broke, the tiniest of things can still say "I love you." Growing up, my family had pretty much nothing, but still Daddy would come home with a little ring or third-hand stuffed animal fished out of the dumpster behind a thrift store, and we'd treasure them. Because he was thinking of us. In fact, I still have the stuffed animal (It was a popple, Pancake, I think, and minus her tail) and all of the rings from those years. The fact that we were broke and I know we were broke only makes it all the more special. I was loved. And I think your family knows you love them too.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Aw, you make me sniffle. You're mighty powerful with words yourself, babe.

And, yeah. We have our tiffs and I'M GOING TO KILL YOU moments, but I would not trade my family for anything.

Though when my brother gets his gift, we're going to have one of those KILL moments *evil giggles*

*loves and adores*

I had a popple, i don't remember his name now. He got de-tailed too ^_~ Maybe that makes us popple cousins or something.

[tygati.livejournal.com]

Heh, only when something's important to me. Otherwise every third word comes out wrong. ^^;

*solemnly hands you shield and tai chi sword* Good luck. I wrapped my bro's present in duct tape one year in an attempt to slow him down, and I don't think he's ever quiiiite forgiven me...

Ooh, popple cousins! ^.^ I'm such a horrendus packrat, I still have ALL my popples. Along with everything else I had growing up. ^^ Most of it secondhand, or worse, but still much beloved.

Of course, it's also great fun to be reminiscing about the 'good ol days' with someone and have them go, "I remember such and such," and then you go, "Yeah, I still HAVE such and such." .... and then the incredulous stare they give you before demanding to see. ^^;; Ever heard of Fashion Star Fillies? Or MoonDreamers? ^.^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Those two I don't know. My childhood was largely spent with He-man, Barbie and my sister had every My Little Pony ever created *and* their palace. Oh the things we did with the Pony Palace. Heh. And the Barbei dreamhouse - man poor Ken was *always* a bad guy. we totally hated him.

But yeah, after we became civilians we didn't have much money either. Still, don't really. It bothers my parents more than it bothers us, b/c my parents would cross hellfire for us if necessary. I'd rather have that than sparklies.

Ah, brothers. So good for harassing (and wow do they creative when it comes to revenge).

[tygati.livejournal.com]

He-Man we had, along with She-Ra, Barbie we had (my brother too, and Ken was always a ninja. He liked ninjas...) and some much-abused MLPs. ^^ I think the only one I ever got new was a Summerwing that I named Rosedust... ^^;;

Sounds like your parents are a lot like mine. Which is a rarity, I've found. There's nothing more awe-inspiring than watching your sweet little uber-optimist mother turn into the scariest hell-cat known to mankind when someone threatens her kids. Still weirds me out sometimes... o.O

Unfortunately for my poor brother, I was both older and more creative. *smile* With an arsenal of sharp pointy objects. The only thing he's got on me now is size, but fortunately he hasnt' really figured out how to use it properly to his advantage. ^.^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Ken is Uber!Evil!, hehe. Rosedust sounds like it should be/maybe was a real MLP name.

I remember my dad made our school nurse start crying when she told my sister to stop potato chips and cookies (which was cruel b/c Samantha is biggger than the rest of us, but she probably eats better than us - she's not overweight by choice). Dude, that day will live in infamy.

Heh. I've got four years on my brother and he's as big as my wrist but has that wiry sort of strength that makes him a real bitch to fight...but we always draw even.

[tygati.livejournal.com]

I think Good-Ken was Totally Hair Ken, while all the blonds were villians. >.> (I'm blond, my brother's not. ^^;) And yeah, Rosedust was the queen of the Flutter Ponies in the MLP movie. ^^;;; Didn't know there was a difference between Summerwing and Flutter ponies for YEARS. ^.^;;

Mom took on the High School principal. Twice. x.x I don't remember why, but I do remember my bro going to HS for the first time and Mom and I commenting that the guy was gonna take one look at my bro's last name and hide. >.>

Mine is 6'5" and built like a football lineman. ^^ In a physical fight, I'd get squashed. So I don't fight physical. ;)

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Heh.

Dude, your mom sounds 1337.

Lol. Yeah, you just terrify him with the sharp, pointy things stashed around your room, right? But woah, he must be massive. My dad and brother are 6'1" and that's plenty tall enough for me.

[tygati.livejournal.com]

She is. *nod* Never piss off the Mama-Bear, or you take your life into your own hands...

It's a combination of the sharp pointy things, and my tendency to walk around the house in nothing but my underwear. >.> He's such a prude... a big, giant, towering prude, but still. ^^; I'm not short (5'9") but even so, he dwarfs me. It's great if I need to go pawn shop hopping or somesuch activity. Nobody's even gonna think about trying anything when I've got that in tow. ^_____^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Heh.

Boys are funny like that, esp. with their sisters. It totally cracks me up. I would laugh to see someone try to mess with your brother. He'd probably just laugh. Though who knows, after the duct tape and the traumatizing underewear he might toss you and run XD

[tygati.livejournal.com]

Nah, we're one of those sibling pairs that are only allowed to make each other miserable. Anybody else who tries it is gonna get their ass whupped by the other sib. *nod*

[indigoraven.livejournal.com]

In my house... Ken was a pansy bitch who went to work out the front door... while GI Joe was scaling the elevator of Barbie Mansion to tryst with Barbie. ;->

Heh.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Damn straight!