Stuff, as in Material Goods
Jan. 26th, 2006 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Why does the mil insist on giving me things that I do not want and can not use? I have told her, point blank, "Please do not give me anymore stuff, no more things, nothing. Period." You think after the Great Kitchen Table War of 1995 - 1997 that she would have gotten the point.
So first, for our anniversary came the bigscreen t.v. Granted, being the technowhore that I am, I am still a bit awed. However, since we've gotten WoW, do you know how much t.v. I've actually watched, including movies? Possibly a total of 24 hrs. worth since the end of September. Mostly FMA & Samurai Shamploo. And I think our old t.v., the monster that it is, actually has a better picture.
Rob's mom keeps trying to give me fancy China sets, place settings, tablecloths, etc. & so forth, and I keep telling her, "We do not entertain. Period. No more dishes or table settings, please."
The other day she gave me a silver set. Silver plate, about 50 years old, to be exact. It also has Rob's baby spoons in it. Why? Why me?
1) I will never use this, not in a million years. It's silver plate, which means it is a bitch to clean.
2) We don't entertain. Do you know who has seen this house since we got it? Rob's folks, Rob's sister & now-husband, Jody, and I think Lisa, Aurren & was it Anya? Yeah, had to have been. At any rate, I didn't feed any of those people. Rob's parents bring their own bottles of water - they won't drink out of any of my glasses. The snakes, you know, spew toxins into the air on such a regular basis that it's a wonder they even walk into the house.
She always gives us these things with the stipulation: "You cannot sell this or give it away, you have to keep it." It pisses me off because I know at least 10 people right off the top of my head who would absolutely love a 50-year old silver plate set (less Rob's baby spoons). Not to mention all those e-Bayers out there. If you're going to give someone something, let go of the damned thing first.
Plus, I get this nasty feeling anytime she tries to foist some other bit of family heirloomage off on me, that unsaid, "I was going to give this to Tania, but she's seeing that black person, so here, you can have it." It can leave any kind of gift with a bad taste in the mouth.
Ah well. I'm sort of, with my back turned, listening/watching something on the history channel about some Roman named Archimedes. He invented a working odometer. The Greeks & Romans amaze me - the were such logical, practical, scientific people, but they were still able to worship their deities without conflict between the spiritual and the everyday. Why can't modern people do the same? And they never burned, hanged or stoned anyone for being a witch or heretic - they usually lauded inventors who created practical & useful things.
So first, for our anniversary came the bigscreen t.v. Granted, being the technowhore that I am, I am still a bit awed. However, since we've gotten WoW, do you know how much t.v. I've actually watched, including movies? Possibly a total of 24 hrs. worth since the end of September. Mostly FMA & Samurai Shamploo. And I think our old t.v., the monster that it is, actually has a better picture.
Rob's mom keeps trying to give me fancy China sets, place settings, tablecloths, etc. & so forth, and I keep telling her, "We do not entertain. Period. No more dishes or table settings, please."
The other day she gave me a silver set. Silver plate, about 50 years old, to be exact. It also has Rob's baby spoons in it. Why? Why me?
1) I will never use this, not in a million years. It's silver plate, which means it is a bitch to clean.
2) We don't entertain. Do you know who has seen this house since we got it? Rob's folks, Rob's sister & now-husband, Jody, and I think Lisa, Aurren & was it Anya? Yeah, had to have been. At any rate, I didn't feed any of those people. Rob's parents bring their own bottles of water - they won't drink out of any of my glasses. The snakes, you know, spew toxins into the air on such a regular basis that it's a wonder they even walk into the house.
She always gives us these things with the stipulation: "You cannot sell this or give it away, you have to keep it." It pisses me off because I know at least 10 people right off the top of my head who would absolutely love a 50-year old silver plate set (less Rob's baby spoons). Not to mention all those e-Bayers out there. If you're going to give someone something, let go of the damned thing first.
Plus, I get this nasty feeling anytime she tries to foist some other bit of family heirloomage off on me, that unsaid, "I was going to give this to Tania, but she's seeing that black person, so here, you can have it." It can leave any kind of gift with a bad taste in the mouth.
Ah well. I'm sort of, with my back turned, listening/watching something on the history channel about some Roman named Archimedes. He invented a working odometer. The Greeks & Romans amaze me - the were such logical, practical, scientific people, but they were still able to worship their deities without conflict between the spiritual and the everyday. Why can't modern people do the same? And they never burned, hanged or stoned anyone for being a witch or heretic - they usually lauded inventors who created practical & useful things.
