There is one person at work, who I shall call "Moon" that I really like. You wouldn't think we would get along so well.

She's religious. I'm not.
She's 65 and has kids my age.
She is gorgeous with short grey hair, a sweet attitude, on her second husband, had a child die young and she is healthy and active.

Moon and I talk a lot. She noticed me being very upset one morning, and I told her a small bit about how I was so tired and I wasn't able to get the sleep I needed and DH was being a jerk... she came and hugged me for awhile.

I think I'm talking about my life and worries too much, and then this morning she thanks for me it! Because she is applying what I'm saying to her own children (who are my age), so she understand better why they are doing what they are doing.

Her son is really pushing her away, keeping his distance. He doesn't want to be "mothered." She understands that her grandkids belong to their parents, and she has no say.

So she asks me questions like what do you think of gift cards for gifts (I LOVE them! Especially if the person bothered to listen and gets a gift card to a place I like to shop).

Then I tell her to make sure the gift is special to the person you are giving it to, not a gift that's basically pushing your own agenda. I had to quietly remove a Christmas gift from my children last year - religious stuff being pushed on them.

And don't nitpick. I told her about how my MIL acted on Thanksgiving. She picked at everything - go get your food now, go get more, there's lots, eat more, stop doing that and come sit down, do you want a drink, what can I get you to drink, can go get a drink for... and on and on.

I realized today that my SIL doesn't talk to me anymore. We used to be almost friends. But that ended when I called MIL's cat evil. Rolleyes. This is a big fat nasty cat. It is definitely evil. And then I finished it off by replying to MIL's constant "what can I get you to drink" with "I'll get a drink when I want one." Apparently I'm now on her shit list.