Dixville posted:

I hope you got her something! Really though give her a call. Unless she's horrible or dead in which case goondolences either way.

Sir Not Appearing posted:

It's on the dash of my $32,700 Ford Explorer. I can pm my address.

French Canadian posted:

What do you think microwave got his mom?

mom and dad fight a lot posted:

I ordered flowers, but they won't get there until Tuesday.

I'm a bad son because I ordered late forgetting COVID-19 would create labour shortages for deliveries.

Obeah posted:

that I'll give the benefit of the doubt to and say they aren't a fakepost of some sort

Obeah posted:

Hip hip loving hooray. Ugh. So, me goons, I got to spend my Mother's Day afternoon in a Zoom call with my mom's live-in compound. Specifically, a call about "emphasizing matriarchal achievments". My brother Paul came over so our two dumb asses could crowd around a computer screen and watch three loving hours of middle-aged women step into a completely white room, sit down, and lecture and monologue about how their children have "abandoned" them for a doomed society. One woman's entire segment was about how Paymon has "fertilized her mind", and Paul cracked "yeah, with horse poo poo" at which point we realized we were not on mute (which explained the Gandolfinian breathing we had been hearing echoes of throughout the duration of the call). Fortunately, I think she was sitting too far from the monitor to see who had spoke, and the Liaison manning the call seemed asleep at the wheel by this point.

So eventually we get to my mom's segment, and to her credit, unlike a lot of her peers, she actually discussed being a mom. I was actually getting kind of choked up, and then it begins.

She starts talking about Paul and Mary (my sister, we are not on good terms so she was not here today), and the "orgasmic" experience she had giving birth to them. gently caress. It is absolute torture to hear about. In reality, this bit of commentary was mostly just an aside in an otherwise expansive speech about how being pregnant and the act of giving birth can be a powerful, all-encompassing experience, but still, it was certainly the detail that stood out like a sore thumb.

Paul is mortified. I'm furious. Because yet again - loving yet again - I am needlessly made to feel inferior to my siblings. That is what this has always been about, this was her parenting technique with me. Every aside, every anecdote, every interaction made to make me feel like I either don't exist or have failed at rising to even the level of adequate. In fact, she didn't mention my birth at all (though in the past, I certainly have been told it was unpleasant and that my doctor said I had the "most annoying crying [he'd] ever heard").

The only mention I got in the call at all was "Matt, I sure hope you've been enjoying all the time you've had to play your game recently" (referring to the pandemic and her mistaken belief that I lost my job because of it). And I know what she means by your game. She's still loving talking about Morrowind, a game I have not played in literally five or more years. She doesn't even begin to know that I have started several non-gaming projects or - within the gaming world - am currently kicking rear end and taking names in Yakuza 0, a wildly different experience than Morrowind.

So yeah, it's Mother's Day. Who gives a poo poo.

Obeah posted:

Hip hip loving hooray. Ugh. So, me goons, I got to spend my Mother's Day afternoon in a Zoom call with my mom's live-in compound. Specifically, a call about "emphasizing matriarchal achievments". My brother Paul came over so our two dumb asses could crowd around a computer screen and watch three loving hours of middle-aged women step into a completely white room, sit down, and lecture and monologue about how their children have "abandoned" them for a doomed society. One woman's entire segment was about how Paymon has "fertilized her mind", and Paul cracked "yeah, with horse poo poo" at which point we realized we were not on mute (which explained the Gandolfinian breathing we had been hearing echoes of throughout the duration of the call). Fortunately, I think she was sitting too far from the monitor to see who had spoke, and the Liaison manning the call seemed asleep at the wheel by this point.

So eventually we get to my mom's segment, and to her credit, unlike a lot of her peers, she actually discussed being a mom. I was actually getting kind of choked up, and then it begins.

She starts talking about Paul and Mary (my sister, we are not on good terms so she was not here today), and the "orgasmic" experience she had giving birth to them. gently caress. It is absolute torture to hear about. In reality, this bit of commentary was mostly just an aside in an otherwise expansive speech about how being pregnant and the act of giving birth can be a powerful, all-encompassing experience, but still, it was certainly the detail that stood out like a sore thumb.

Paul is mortified. I'm furious. Because yet again - loving yet again - I am needlessly made to feel inferior to my siblings. That is what this has always been about, this was her parenting technique with me. Every aside, every anecdote, every interaction made to make me feel like I either don't exist or have failed at rising to even the level of adequate. In fact, she didn't mention my birth at all (though in the past, I certainly have been told it was unpleasant and that my doctor said I had the "most annoying crying [he'd] ever heard").

The only mention I got in the call at all was "Matt, I sure hope you've been enjoying all the time you've had to play your game recently" (referring to the pandemic and her mistaken belief that I lost my job because of it). And I know what she means by your game. She's still loving talking about Morrowind, a game I have not played in literally five or more years. She doesn't even begin to know that I have started several non-gaming projects or - within the gaming world - am currently kicking rear end and taking names in Yakuza 0, a wildly different experience than Morrowind.

So yeah, it's Mother's Day. Who gives a poo poo.

Big Beef City posted:

I mean Morrowind IS a p good game tho

Cough Drop The Beat posted:

I used send crappy online flowers because I'm lazy as hell to my girlfriend, mom, etc, but I've been going with a local flower shop in the recipient's area more recently. It's cheaper or similar pricing for much higher quality flowers than Bouqs, FTD, or the like. Local flower shops are often happy to setup same-day or next day delivery at the last minute too, unlike the big name national services that won't do same-day delivery unless you're lucky or will delay your Mother's Day flowers when you ordered two weeks ago.

Or just visit your mom and bring her flowers if you can!!

Obeah posted:

Hip hip loving hooray. Ugh. So, me goons, I got to spend my Mother's Day afternoon in a Zoom call with my mom's live-in compound. Specifically, a call about "emphasizing matriarchal achievments". My brother Paul came over so our two dumb asses could crowd around a computer screen and watch three loving hours of middle-aged women step into a completely white room, sit down, and lecture and monologue about how their children have "abandoned" them for a doomed society. One woman's entire segment was about how Paymon has "fertilized her mind", and Paul cracked "yeah, with horse poo poo" at which point we realized we were not on mute (which explained the Gandolfinian breathing we had been hearing echoes of throughout the duration of the call). Fortunately, I think she was sitting too far from the monitor to see who had spoke, and the Liaison manning the call seemed asleep at the wheel by this point.

So eventually we get to my mom's segment, and to her credit, unlike a lot of her peers, she actually discussed being a mom. I was actually getting kind of choked up, and then it begins.

She starts talking about Paul and Mary (my sister, we are not on good terms so she was not here today), and the "orgasmic" experience she had giving birth to them. gently caress. It is absolute torture to hear about. In reality, this bit of commentary was mostly just an aside in an otherwise expansive speech about how being pregnant and the act of giving birth can be a powerful, all-encompassing experience, but still, it was certainly the detail that stood out like a sore thumb.

Paul is mortified. I'm furious. Because yet again - loving yet again - I am needlessly made to feel inferior to my siblings. That is what this has always been about, this was her parenting technique with me. Every aside, every anecdote, every interaction made to make me feel like I either don't exist or have failed at rising to even the level of adequate. In fact, she didn't mention my birth at all (though in the past, I certainly have been told it was unpleasant and that my doctor said I had the "most annoying crying [he'd] ever heard").

The only mention I got in the call at all was "Matt, I sure hope you've been enjoying all the time you've had to play your game recently" (referring to the pandemic and her mistaken belief that I lost my job because of it). And I know what she means by your game. She's still loving talking about Morrowind, a game I have not played in literally five or more years. She doesn't even begin to know that I have started several non-gaming projects or - within the gaming world - am currently kicking rear end and taking names in Yakuza 0, a wildly different experience than Morrowind.

So yeah, it's Mother's Day. Who gives a poo poo.

Who What Now posted:

Sounds like you have some resentment over the fact your brother and sister made your mum cum and you didn't.

Obeah posted:

Dixville posted:

What in tarnation