Comments on: Random Thanksgiving

By: Sharon

Sharon — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 19:12:31 +0000

Jennie-I know exactly how you feel. Here is this beautiful, smart wife with 2 young children who has been lied to and decieved over and over. I can understand her rage -I think he is lucky that she didn’t do more damage. Of course, he wants to keep her under wraps now-she can do so much damage to his facade. I tnink you said it best in Agnes and The Hitman–why do some guys get to lie and lie and all the rest of us have to follow the rules. I think many women are feelingthe way you and I feel-even if they do not want to admit it. Now he wants privacy-well, he shouldn’t have slept with all those wild women who want fame, money and whatever from him!!

By: Jenny

Jenny — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 19:49:01 +0000

I asked for this.

Just to clarify, I first wrote above: ” I deplore domestic violence and think any aspect of it, committed by male or female, should result in arrest. No excuses ever for hitting somebody.” And I think that way. As a rational person, I believe that there is no excuse for violence, and men and women should be treated equally.

But as for what I feel in this particular case which is of a man who has betrayed and humiliated his wife with multiple affairs: I loathe men who deliberately lie to and cheat on their wives. I also, and have in the past expressed this passionately, feel the same way about women who feel their needs are more important than the person they’ve taken a vow with, and who lie and cheat because they’re selfish creeps.

In this specific instance I was making a joke that had a lot of emotion behind it, and I knew that, and that’s why I made it. I understand that it was in poor taste and politically incorrect (and welcome to Argh Ink), but it summed up my feelings at the time. I’m good with it. I am sorry it disturbed you because I want Argh to be a good place for people, but I’ll stand behind this one. It was a joke that expressed how angry I was, not a suggestion that it was okay for women to sodomize their cheating husbands with golf clubs. And with any luck, this comment will remove any doubt of that. Thanks.

By: StephS

StephS — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 19:20:49 +0000

if he really was seeing another woman, my instinct would be to pick up the club, hand it to her, and say, “It doesn’t have to go in his hand.”

Would you feel the same way if the genders were reversed? If it was the wife who’d had an affair and the husband physically punished her for it that way…would you be rooting him on as he picked up that club?

I love your blog and your books, but this really disturbed me.

By: Jade

Jade — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 04:48:49 +0000

Thanks for the laugh!! Especially the parts about “Fake Aunt Jenny,” and the dogs!

By: Jenny

Jenny — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 00:40:54 +0000

I think we talked about the elevator shaft here, but it was probably months if not years ago.
Short version: I bought a house that among its other weirdness had a elevator shaft running down the middle of it just in case somebody wanted to put in an elevator someday. I know, who does that? We finally opened the wall on the ground floor and turned it into a makeshift storeroom (two stories high) and that’s how Lyle got into it.

By: CrankyOtter

CrankyOtter — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:50:57 +0000

Oh, and by the way, Happy Thanksgiving. I really, really enjoyed this post. We had one thanksgiving guest who would have happily eaten cardboard if it came with enough gravy. I think he consumed about half of the available supply.

And feel the need to say that the juice the “Scooter” commercial is trying to hawk is actually excellent stuff. I bought some when it was on sale and brought it and several others (including excellent and expensive OJ) to work on my day to bring breakfast, and all other juices were abandoned in favor of the Minute Maid Pomegranate Blueberry. I now only bring that juice for my breakfast day as it is most delicious.

By: Courtney

Courtney — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:02:29 +0000

I, too, am curious about this elevator shaft. Mostly about why there seems to be just a shaft and no elevator. Unless I missed something.

For Christmas I would like my friend and client to get her music on Oprah so that I can quit my job and manage her full-time. Barring that, I’d like a million dollars and my very own hut on stilts over the water in Bora Bora, complete with cabana boy. Is that so much to ask?

By: CrankyOtter

CrankyOtter — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:26:03 +0000

I want people to show for my Christmas Cookie Baking Party. I’m firmly convinced that I need to be more grateful for the people who show up than annoyed at the people who don’t, and I understand that there are other things going on, but seriouisly folks, free cookies! (some labor required).

Maybe what I really want for Christmas is to learn to motivate people to gather at my place, which also rather requires me to learn or buy some organization to make my stuff look like it belongs there rather than like it’s taking over the place. Or just enough energy to get enough cleaning/organizing/throwing out done before said cookie party that there will be room if hordes decide to attend this year rather than just a scattered few.

By: CrankyOtter

CrankyOtter — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:19:35 +0000

“from where I come from” anybody? That bit from the song about small towns drives me crazy.

And, um, Jenny? Elevator shaft? Did I miss something in your renovation recap? I don’t remember any elevator or shaft thereof.

By: Jenny

Jenny — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 20:13:12 +0000

Mona is ripping up a catalog beside me as I type. She’s about to go to the vet for a rabies shot, so I figure letting her tear a catalog to shreds is the least I can do. Oh, and she’s three times the size she was when we got her. And she thinks she owns the world. Very confident dog, Mona.

By: Cindy

Cindy — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 20:10:25 +0000

Love the dog updates! Is Mona still with you guys?

By: Carol Anne

Carol Anne — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:34:31 +0000

On my Christmas list-I wish for my Californian friend to receive good news from an agent in NY. I wish for the word “approved” on the pension application with the Veterans Dept and renewed health to her bones. She is one of the strongest women I know, has endured more than most, and helps others with her great heart of compassion. I wish for her dreams and hopes to come true.

By: Meredith B.

Meredith B. — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:22:57 +0000

Thanks! I’ll work on my yoga breathing. I really shouldn’t complain. I am, as inkgrrl says, “blessed with whatever makes me laugh the longest,” which I really believe is one of the main things. And when I’m working this hard at two jobs I can usually fall into bed and go right to sleep, instead of lying awake and fretting. So I’m really very lucky. Really. I’m so lucky that I even believe it multiple times a day.

By: marly

marly — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 15:24:26 +0000

Had to laugh at Lyle. The kids (and adults) might like icanhascheezburger.com. It has some of the funniest cat and dog photos around and they can vote for favorites or make up captions. It’s the go-to site when you’re blue, guaranteed to raise spirits. After riding four days in a truck in bumper to bumper traffic for a one day visit and returning home to a pancake flat tire on my car, it was my first online visit. Perspective now changed, I’m glad I went and the dinner was wonderful. I do miss the leftovers, though.

By: Julia

Julia — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 13:57:31 +0000

Jax, my year old Beagle, rides the LaZBoy – he runs at it full tilt, crash lands on the seat, kicks off the seat-back, and it catapults him through the air and onto his sparring partner, Dolly. They like to crash midair & land, WWF style, in a snarling, 50 pound mass of Beagle. Good times. He can’t figure out how to use it to fling himself onto the counter, but I’ve watched him think about it.

After our first Thanksgiving – the meal, the NFL – Jax scooted out the back door to investigate our neighbor’s turkey frying operation. He got scared and despite our best efforts, took off through our dense Boston neighborhoods at top speed. I did the fastest mile in clogs on record, to no avail. We spent from 8pm-1am searching, flyering & freaking out. Then the little booger actually found his way home at 5am. Wet, dirty, but very pleased with himself, tapping on our glass back door to be let in. We celebrated with a warm bath that turned him white and the bathroom black, and the pumpkin pie.

And Advil. Running at top speed after a holiday meal put a serious hurt on our 40-something gang. Every day since has been thanksgiving. For Christmas, I want no excitement, just glogg & cookies, ham & bad movies

By: wendy

wendy — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 04:56:00 +0000

No thanksgiving here but I wanted to weigh in with *the world in which we live in* – Live an Let Die, Paul McCartney. Makes me growl every time it comes on.

Our Duncan dog was always running into things like walls and sofas and basically anything in front of him, as a youngster. He used to stand still for a couple of seconds then shake his head and he’d be right as rain. He was hospitalised in 2008 and when he came home he found that he could no longer walk down the three steps to the lounge room and instead had to jump. Now he is getting older, deafer, fartier and more sedentary, he stands at the top of the steps waiting for someone to come and lift him down.

By: inkgrrl

inkgrrl — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 03:47:30 +0000

I was going to say to finish NaNo but I just did that and now have a draft of my book that looks like it was hit by a truck before anybody bothered to run spell check. So what I’ll say is that I wish for all my friends and family – biological or not – to be happy, healthy, and blessed with whatever makes them laugh the longest.

By: Beki

Beki — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:49:37 +0000

For Christmas I’d love a truck-draft copy of You Again. But it’ll keep till next year. Other than that, I’ve gotten tired of having Christmas morning ruined by my husband and boy not reading my mind (or my LIST) so this year I’ve begun shopping for my own presents. It sounds depressing, but this way I get whatever nonsense (I mean, interesting. Really interesting) items they dredge up AND I know I have a wonderfully soft pair of pajamas and a book and a video or whatnot under the tree. Wrapped and under the tree. Always a plus.

Lyle sounds like he’d fit in over here in the land of misfit dogs, too. Also, you’ve inspired me to pick up the Thanksgiving 101 book. My gravy is shamefully bad for a woman who loves to eat it.

By: Beki

Beki — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:41:28 +0000

No pain, no gain. I’ve got a dad and a husband both with battle scars from putting the damn tree up in the big window. Next year, Dad’s NOT getting on the ladder.

By: Reb

Reb — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 01:53:35 +0000

Ye gods, talk about piling on the pressure. That’s creepy!