Rant VII: Now With 25% Less Drama
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Because you matter just that much my Domo-kun avatar weilding friened. And sixty of you will get me Batman Arkham City.
Well yeah my dad broke his hand the other day. Was playing some tennis style game with my uncle Ralph and when trying to get the ball he fell on his hand. It wasn't that bad of a break, but he has to keep it elevated for a few days. Poor dad.
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Landlord gave the construction workers the keys to my place. Sitting at my computer these morning, 3 guys open the lock with keys and get to work. I was dumbfounded. Landlord said he isn't in Shanghai for a couple days and gave the keys to them. No big deal. Said if I didn't like it, take my shit to a hotel. Well, we'll see who wins this. I'll be changing the lock when these guy leaves. He said he'd come everytime they did. He did not.
He has altered the deal. He should pray that I don't alter it further.
He has altered the deal. He should pray that I don't alter it further.
Man am I not lookin' forward to movin' out.
I really wish I knew why I keep upsetting my friend. I'm not doing anything wrong, but it seems like every time I open my mouth, she's finding another reason to be angry and rude with me.
I don't get the joke.
Honestly, I may just be looking into it too hard. It's just frustrating to not know what's going on. I may just need to step back and let it work itself out, instead of looking for a solution.
Just looked in the Ask Dave/Jay forum. I get it now.
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On a serious note, the saga with my brother continues. I'm not sure how much background I gave about his wife's family, but they are part of a cultish religion called "hardshell baptists" (which they made a documentary about, called The Wild Wonderful Whites of West Virginia). Anyway, after her death, my brother's in-laws took his stepkids, and basically told him he was never getting them back. Previously, he'd enjoyed a decent relationship with them, but this quickly devolved it. My brother was in the process of adopting the kids, but it hadn't gone through yet. So he has no legal claim. Some states have common-law father laws, but not WV. My brother's family was actually all packed up because they were planning to move to SC just 2 weeks after the accident happened.
Anyway, the latest in the saga is that the headstone has been erected, and apparently it has her maiden last name on it, and not my brother's. I could sort of see his in-law's side on the kid thing, but this is just plain cruel. My brother was his wife's second husband, and according to their strict interpretation of the bible, he was an adulterer. The man who literally knocked her teeth out was her true husband til death do they part, so I wonder if this is part of that stupidity.
Anyway, the latest in the saga is that the headstone has been erected, and apparently it has her maiden last name on it, and not my brother's. I could sort of see his in-law's side on the kid thing, but this is just plain cruel. My brother was his wife's second husband, and according to their strict interpretation of the bible, he was an adulterer. The man who literally knocked her teeth out was her true husband til death do they part, so I wonder if this is part of that stupidity.
My brother all-ready lied on his time card at work. Oh man he is gonna get fired eventually.
Make the rotten little shits explain themselves to the world. Call WCHS, WSAZ, and WOWK TV stations. Those are the three biggest stations in the Charleston area. Let's see what a hearty helping of bad publicity does to them.
The religious nuts will eat it up and drag his brother through the mud as the destroyer of their darling angel child or some such. Heartless people will always be able to turn media attention to their favor.
My Mom has her surgery today to set and pin her broken leg. Then it will be 3 months where she can not put her foot on the floor. So she will likely stay in a nursing home/rehabilitation center that entire time.
I've been the one calling most of the family detailing what my mother's status is. I drove home yesterday and left my phone at my Dad's house. I feel like a blithering idiot today. I had to explain to my father how to turn off an iPhone this morning, which is not easy considering he's hard of hearing and technically inept.
I've been the one calling most of the family detailing what my mother's status is. I drove home yesterday and left my phone at my Dad's house. I feel like a blithering idiot today. I had to explain to my father how to turn off an iPhone this morning, which is not easy considering he's hard of hearing and technically inept.
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This is true. They already did it on Facebook. The in-laws already make it look like he abandoned those kids, and not that they denied him the right to see them. All their friends are needless to say now aligned against my brother, blessing his in-law's little hearts for being able to deal with this tragedy and my brother's "horrible" actions. My brother naturally got angry at this and flew off the handle at them, and all their friends just took it as proof that he was the enemy.
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I remember when the crazy landlady event was going on, Hun. You are definitely the one best equipped to give advice on this subject. 
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I'm at a cafe for a while until it's time to go see my grandmother. This week has been one of the strangest in my life. She doesn't have long at all. I've watched her spiral down. I've sat beside her, singing and flipping through a magazine while listening to her wheeze. It's getting slower and slower. As sad as I am, it's been comforting having time to prepare--one year of steady decline. At this point the strongest emotion I feel is determination. I'm determined to look straight on every time a nurse or doctor tells me exactly what's happening to her.
When I was 7 or 8, my great grandmother refused treatment for cancer and told her family she wanted to die. I went with mom to her house during her last week on earth. I wasn't supposed to, but I peeked into the room and saw a completely white figure with hands curled up tight around her chest. Her eyes were glassy, and when she heard people, she could only moan. I gasped and ran away. My mom came after me and comforted me. Ever since then, death has been my obsession. I think about it every second of every day. The fear I feel at night has actually lessened the more time I spend by my grandmother's side.
I've been there with my uncle, who talks about how his only daughter feels like she's always been at his side, and that it doesn't make sense that she didn't "exist" before 4 years ago. We talk about memories and what happens to our souls before and after we die. We talk about the best ways to treat people and the best ways to live. This is one of those milestones, and sometimes I feel guilty, like I'm "using" Mama for something instead of mourning properly. I'm not sure if that makes any sense. I only know that I've never felt so sad and so happy all at once.
I'm just so glad she's comfortable. I'm so glad my parents knew a Hospice volunteer who pulled some strings so she wouldn't have to be moved to a new location. She's being taken care of, and I feel like I'm turning a corner in my life that I've never dared to approach. So maybe this isn't a rant, but it's the best place I could think to put it. I'm re-learning the words to her favorite French hymn. It's been 14 years since she told me she wanted to sing it at her funeral. We found the request in her important files. I'm practicing every day. I'm going to give her my best.
When I was 7 or 8, my great grandmother refused treatment for cancer and told her family she wanted to die. I went with mom to her house during her last week on earth. I wasn't supposed to, but I peeked into the room and saw a completely white figure with hands curled up tight around her chest. Her eyes were glassy, and when she heard people, she could only moan. I gasped and ran away. My mom came after me and comforted me. Ever since then, death has been my obsession. I think about it every second of every day. The fear I feel at night has actually lessened the more time I spend by my grandmother's side.
I've been there with my uncle, who talks about how his only daughter feels like she's always been at his side, and that it doesn't make sense that she didn't "exist" before 4 years ago. We talk about memories and what happens to our souls before and after we die. We talk about the best ways to treat people and the best ways to live. This is one of those milestones, and sometimes I feel guilty, like I'm "using" Mama for something instead of mourning properly. I'm not sure if that makes any sense. I only know that I've never felt so sad and so happy all at once.
I'm just so glad she's comfortable. I'm so glad my parents knew a Hospice volunteer who pulled some strings so she wouldn't have to be moved to a new location. She's being taken care of, and I feel like I'm turning a corner in my life that I've never dared to approach. So maybe this isn't a rant, but it's the best place I could think to put it. I'm re-learning the words to her favorite French hymn. It's been 14 years since she told me she wanted to sing it at her funeral. We found the request in her important files. I'm practicing every day. I'm going to give her my best.
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Several times in the past I've volunteered at my church helping to lead the mid-high youth group (6th - 8th grade or roughly 10 - 14 year-olds). This past week one of those kids, now an adult, committed suicide. I'm not really sure how to react. I remember his name and that I thought he was a good kid, but I haven't even seen him in years. Still, he was someone I was responsible to care for, even in a small way, and...
This guy had to be put down today. He was just about 16.
On top of everything else shitting on me right now, my dog getting dosed 3000 miles away doesn't help. I fucking hate this year. I hate it so much.
On top of everything else shitting on me right now, my dog getting dosed 3000 miles away doesn't help. I fucking hate this year. I hate it so much.
Well, what I've finally figured out to do with my housing situation is find a new place to move into, and after I do report my landlord to the tax office because I am 99% certain that he's ducking taxes and I can cause him a nightmare of problems on my exit.
For reference, this is what my apartment looks like as of today (today was replace all the windows day. YAY!). I missed work again to babysit the construction workers to my loss of salary for time off yet again. OH YEAH.
With the toliet in the kitchen, shitting and eating simultaneously has never been easier.
Bathroom remnants.
Makin' it Orky.
For reference, this is what my apartment looks like as of today (today was replace all the windows day. YAY!). I missed work again to babysit the construction workers to my loss of salary for time off yet again. OH YEAH.
With the toliet in the kitchen, shitting and eating simultaneously has never been easier.
Bathroom remnants.
Makin' it Orky.
And my friends mock me for still living at home. HA! Seriously though, did the toilet just slide into the kitchen or was it actually fixed there?
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I don't know that exact kind of crap is why I havent called my landlord to fix my dryer yet. It might be more trouble then it's worth.
I hear ya. Our dishwasher sucks, and has for years now, but we just keep limping it along, basically just using it to sanitize and then dry the dishes after we've already washed them by hand, because our maintenance person is worthless, and the damn thing needs to be replaced but we know they never will. I've just gotten to be really good at knowing when I can fix something and don't need to call them (like replacing the entire set of innards of a toilet tank to make it flush again), when they can fix something but I can't (haven't found one of these yet), and when something needs to be replaced but they won't so we don't bother calling them (like the dishwasher, washing machine, dryer, and oven).
My landlord has been promising me a new garbage box for two years. The one I have right now is made out of plywood and falling apart. Crows and rats and other things regularly get init and rip the shit out of it. It's gotten to the point that I don't tihnk I sohuld be responsible for picking it up any more. I just leave it unless it blows in front of the house.
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