So it's Christmas
Dec. 24th, 2003 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I don't get my regular writing time today, since Mr. Cameron has to do the last of his Christmas shopping and won't take the kids. Not that I blame him--the stores are going to be utter madness today, and I'm still congratulating myself on having finished all my stuff Monday morning. Well, the station isn't going anywhere, or any of the people on it, or the ships docked there. I'll get some time tomorrow, though the coffee place won't be open so I'll be hard pressed to find a quiet spot. I'm sure I'll figure something out, though.
And in the meantime, of course, CJ Cherryh hasn't gotten any closer to the end of the next Foreigner book than she was four days ago. Waah!
Fresh bagels arrived this morning, including a nice big bag of those rectangular ones with seeds and raisins and stuff. Mr Cameron tells me those are "power bagels," though he couldn't explain what gave them their power. They're very good, though.
Usually we go over to my mom's for Christmas Eve, and then Mr. Cameron's family for the evening of Christmas day. I've dreaded Christmas Eve for the past few years. My sister and I don't get along. And you know, I get along with darn near anyone, but I can't get along with her. I'm trying to think of the most illustrative anecdote, since the last straw, when I decided I wasn't going over to my mom's when she was there except for Christmas, which can't be avoided, isn't neccesarily the worst or the most obviously nasty.
Okay. This was actally six years ago. We (my mom, my sister and her 2 yr old and me and my 4 month old) had flown to Toledo for my grandmother's funeral. On the way back, our flight was cancelled because of weather at our destination. My sister became convinced that the airline was just cancelling because they hadn't sold enough seats. Of course, the next flight was cancelled as well. Oh, that one was another loss for them, that's why they cancelled it.
In vain did I point out that it would be pretty foolish to lie about the airport at our destination being closed. No, I didn't know what I was talking about, and I was told so in no uncertain terms. "Look," I say, "I really think..."
"No one cares what you think!" she answers.
"Look, you're not the only one having a bad day here," I said. "You have no right to talk to me like that."
"Oh, I can't take this!" she wails, and storms off down the corridor, or whatever it is that all the gates are lined up on. Then my mom lectured me about being mean to my sister.
In the end, my sister abused the attendant at the gate for awhile, and then went to another airline. They said, "Oh, no, no problems getting to [destination] whatever, no cancellations, no delays, go ahead and transfer your tickets." Which my mother did, because she's buying into this conspiracy theory my sister has cooked up. So we get to the gate for this other airline, and I swear every single person trying to get from Detroit to [destination] was there. Why? Because EVERY OTHER FUCKING AIRLINE had cancelled their flights to [destination]. And the flight was delayed by three or four hours. So the person who'd sworn there were no problems at the destination airport and no delays had been lying.
Since my mom was paying for my ticket, I had no other way to get home than to go along with their harebrained plan to fly through weather that had caused every other airline to cancel their flights. There was so much turbulence over the destination airport that I was sure we were all going down. I got off the plane, got home, and told my husband that I was never, ever again travelling with my family and most particularly not wth my sister. And I kept that vow. Interestingly, when the story gets told now, it has strangely lost all mention of the "non-profitable flight" conspiracy and become entirely a weather delay.
The thing is, the whole insulting people but then having a tantrum when she's offered even a disagreement or any kind of opposition is typical for her, as is the editing of memory and then lying about what actually happened, and I'm sick of it. I'm also sick of being told to my face, "you don't know what you're talking about" when I disagree with her on something. When I finally decided to just not be anywhere near her unless I absolutely couldn't avoid it, Mr. Cameron told me he was relieved. He'd stopped going over to my mom's because he was afraid he was going to haul off and slug my sister because of the way she treated me. I'd been trying to be patient, but I've got limits, and I'd reached them.
So Christmas eve should be fun, huh?
daowajan, who I friended the other day, has friended me back. Hi, Daowajan!I don't get my regular writing time today, since Mr. Cameron has to do the last of his Christmas shopping and won't take the kids. Not that I blame him--the stores are going to be utter madness today, and I'm still congratulating myself on having finished all my stuff Monday morning. Well, the station isn't going anywhere, or any of the people on it, or the ships docked there. I'll get some time tomorrow, though the coffee place won't be open so I'll be hard pressed to find a quiet spot. I'm sure I'll figure something out, though.
And in the meantime, of course, CJ Cherryh hasn't gotten any closer to the end of the next Foreigner book than she was four days ago. Waah!
Fresh bagels arrived this morning, including a nice big bag of those rectangular ones with seeds and raisins and stuff. Mr Cameron tells me those are "power bagels," though he couldn't explain what gave them their power. They're very good, though.
Usually we go over to my mom's for Christmas Eve, and then Mr. Cameron's family for the evening of Christmas day. I've dreaded Christmas Eve for the past few years. My sister and I don't get along. And you know, I get along with darn near anyone, but I can't get along with her. I'm trying to think of the most illustrative anecdote, since the last straw, when I decided I wasn't going over to my mom's when she was there except for Christmas, which can't be avoided, isn't neccesarily the worst or the most obviously nasty.
Okay. This was actally six years ago. We (my mom, my sister and her 2 yr old and me and my 4 month old) had flown to Toledo for my grandmother's funeral. On the way back, our flight was cancelled because of weather at our destination. My sister became convinced that the airline was just cancelling because they hadn't sold enough seats. Of course, the next flight was cancelled as well. Oh, that one was another loss for them, that's why they cancelled it.
In vain did I point out that it would be pretty foolish to lie about the airport at our destination being closed. No, I didn't know what I was talking about, and I was told so in no uncertain terms. "Look," I say, "I really think..."
"No one cares what you think!" she answers.
"Look, you're not the only one having a bad day here," I said. "You have no right to talk to me like that."
"Oh, I can't take this!" she wails, and storms off down the corridor, or whatever it is that all the gates are lined up on. Then my mom lectured me about being mean to my sister.
In the end, my sister abused the attendant at the gate for awhile, and then went to another airline. They said, "Oh, no, no problems getting to [destination] whatever, no cancellations, no delays, go ahead and transfer your tickets." Which my mother did, because she's buying into this conspiracy theory my sister has cooked up. So we get to the gate for this other airline, and I swear every single person trying to get from Detroit to [destination] was there. Why? Because EVERY OTHER FUCKING AIRLINE had cancelled their flights to [destination]. And the flight was delayed by three or four hours. So the person who'd sworn there were no problems at the destination airport and no delays had been lying.
Since my mom was paying for my ticket, I had no other way to get home than to go along with their harebrained plan to fly through weather that had caused every other airline to cancel their flights. There was so much turbulence over the destination airport that I was sure we were all going down. I got off the plane, got home, and told my husband that I was never, ever again travelling with my family and most particularly not wth my sister. And I kept that vow. Interestingly, when the story gets told now, it has strangely lost all mention of the "non-profitable flight" conspiracy and become entirely a weather delay.
The thing is, the whole insulting people but then having a tantrum when she's offered even a disagreement or any kind of opposition is typical for her, as is the editing of memory and then lying about what actually happened, and I'm sick of it. I'm also sick of being told to my face, "you don't know what you're talking about" when I disagree with her on something. When I finally decided to just not be anywhere near her unless I absolutely couldn't avoid it, Mr. Cameron told me he was relieved. He'd stopped going over to my mom's because he was afraid he was going to haul off and slug my sister because of the way she treated me. I'd been trying to be patient, but I've got limits, and I'd reached them.
So Christmas eve should be fun, huh?
