My sarcastic Christmas note

To all my close family and friends:

Thank you for all the support and caring you offered this summer when our town and our house were involved in the flood of 2011. I really appreciate the way you called to make sure we were all right and the letters of encouragement and support you sent. The post office really had trouble keeping up with the flood of mail and the neighbors were oh so jealous. I am truly lucky to have such supportive family and friends.

What's that? You don't remember sending any notes or making phones calls? That's right. because you didn't.

You know what sarcasm is,m right?

This summer, Minot flooded and was declared a Federal emergency. FEMA was here, the Guard was here and we were out of our house for over 5 weeks. Over 40000 homes were flooded, many to the rafters. Our house was saved only by a 30 foot high wall of dirt that the Guard had to patrol day and night to look for leaks. Had it not been for the temporary levee, we would have had 5-6 feet of water in our house.

During those weeks of worry, not sure whether our house would be dry or even standing when we returned, we did not receive any messages, e mails, texts or phone calls from any of you. This was on National news, people-- how hard is it to know what was happening? For all any of you knew, we could have been floating away down the Mouse River. But did you care enough to ask? No.

Now, you expect a Christmas card from me. Well my holiday spirit's at an all time low this year. I'm in debt, I lost many things in foot or so of sewage and water that filled our basement, my dog died of cancer-- and my friends and family didn't even care enough to call. So if you want a card go to a Hall mark store. You're not getting one from me.

Good Riddance

It's kind of nice this time of year to realize that I've successfully succeeded without clingy people dragging me down, or whining about boyfriends or wanting things at the absolute last minute, like reference letters or articles read through and edited. People who later on then claim the moral high road, twist everything I've ever said or written and "pretend" to never have met me.

Well, fine. I never met you either. And I'm doing just fine without you.

Song: "I'm Still Standing" by Elton John

Yes, I am still standing.

Vent

I quit! I am not doing workshops any longer for people who won't help me set them up the way I'd like to run them or people who have no interest in what I'm showing them or who won't pay attention or who would rather be in Connect ND or on face book while I'm talking or who want to chat with each other or who....

You get the idea. I'm ticked. I can't believe that facilitators would set things up for that I have to work with about 5 different word processors and programs I've never even used before. It's insane. Am I expected to know how to sue Pages and all those other programs? MSU's not gonna buy me every program out there just so I can do this. maybe someone else needs to be doing this because I a fed up and ready to have a Free summer away form these people for a chance.

So there, too.

I mean, this would be like e asking a guest speaker to come to my class and not telling them where or when or for how long or letting them tell me what they needed. Sheesh. Why even bother!

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