Normally the case. I am having the hardest time finding a Christmas light hanger upper person. The SO is working so much we agreed to hire someone to do it this year. Since I've struck out he now says he'll "just do it". Well, that'll be a fun day! I did schedule the guy to come clean the windows, inside and out, as well as the appliance repair guy (the business is just up the street) to come take a look at my moody gas oven. I need that shit fixed before I put a turkey in it. That's a stress I don't want.
Isn't that pretty much what just got elected? Just sayin'. Sorry to dig it back up in this thread. My bad. I'm still not deleting it. pffffffft The end.
Where is your Christmas spirit, sister-friend? Do you live at the Winchester Mystery House? I'd have that place looking tackier than Graceland being ass-fucked by Branson Missouri inside of twenty minutes. One of the greatest things about Christmas is pissing off my mother. My mother doesn't like blue lights for Christmas. But blue lights look awesome reflected in snow and ice, so we have enough blue lights that you could see our house from the ISS.
I just remember every single year there were two events that would cause my parents to go nuclear on each other, the hanging of the lights on the house and getting the tree in the house and then to fit straight in the stand. Every. Single. Year.
I spent $35 to paint a santa door hanger at a painting birthday party. There. The house is decorated.
Congrats, sounds like a hell of a time. What is with this trend of women and painting shit. DIdn't it used to be book clubs or something? Why do you guys need an excuse to drink? Do women really hate talking to each other that much that they need something else to do?
If you think the women are silent while they're painting, then I would guess you don't know a lot of women.
Kind of serious but I don't think it deserves its own thread: Anyone see a therapist and did you find it worthwhile? I've started seeing one because I've come to believe I may have ADHD, and I was up front with my therapist that this was my reason for seeking therapy. So far I've had three sessions but I'm feeling lukewarm about it. Last session we spent the time me taking a bunch of IQ tests, which I've done so many times in the past for so many different reasons I'm just wondering what it's all going to amount to. I think I need to ask my therapist what the plan is because I don't want to waste my time and money for no outcome.
it is a trend. Women like trends, guys have hobbies. My wife does the painting thing too, a couple of these different sessions which are of course held at bars otherwise nobody would show up. They're great for kids, I do know that . My daughters birthday party was at an art studio and they all had a blast learning how to do Action Painting the way Pollack did it. No, there wasn't any booze. She's eight, you weirdos.
I have and "shopping around" is important . I would say talk to your current therapist at the next session and if you don't think that's the right path for you find a new one . You have to find somones who's style and philosophy for therapy are comfortable with you . Some people need someone to push them. Others need an ear to let them verbalize the internal stuff and guide them to the solution . Good luck.
The painting thing was kind of lame, but it was for my friend's birthday and they are moving across the country in a month. As I assumed it was a bunch of young to middle aged housewives getting into the wine but who cares. You do stupid shit for your friends.
Not sure what typical therapy is like for a condition like ADHD, but Ive been in therapy for a little over a year and its been great. I agree that you need to find someone who "works" with you stylistically, but I will say it takes awhile to establish rapport. To go from just talking, to actually expressing and sharing at a deeper level. And not every session is groundbreaking. I still leave from time to time and was like "welp that was eh", but I also have times where I go in with nothing to talk about, and leave having just poured out a bunch of thoughts I didn't realize were stopped up. I have NO interest in pedaling around a heavy ass trolley thing while getting drunk. My fav Pedal Pub memory is seeing one when I was in Nashville last year. The girls all had dressed in yoga pants and flannels, clearly thought they were gonna be fun and sporty, but this must have been towards the end. Half the girls looked dazed and sweaty. One had her head down on the bar. And they had stopped cause one dude was puking and another was dry heaving. What a nightmare.