Saturday, August 30, 2014

No News

Root didn't call or text Bobo or I today.


My husband is sleeping like a dead mother fucker in his room.

I am wide awake on the Net, watching cartoons in my room, eating ice cubes.

I am upset over my little bastard of a son I have, treating us so bad, when he kisses her parents ass.

I can't change him and I wish i could. Or change her. But I can't.

I wish I could go to sleep and stop remembering all the crap they have both done to me over the years.

I wish I could stop crying.

Friday, August 29, 2014

The Little Bastard

Monday night we went to Root and Chicky's house to eat dinner. This was a downgrade. Two weeks ago we were invited to the Chinese restaurant but it got cancelled. Then last week we got invited to go to their house for a cook-out but we got uninvited, even though her parents still came. So we get invited to eat dinner.

My son can cook. I made sure of that But this time Chicky cooked a barely edible meal - Chicken Pot Pie made with boiled chicken thighs, deboned, with Aldi's frozen vegetables, Aldi's Cream of Celery and Cream of Chicken soup, cooked and topped with Aldi's pie crust. No flavor, just goo pie. But I thanked her for inviting us and complimented her on it. But it hurts when you are made to be the last thing to be thought of.

My husband texted Root and he texted back he had a bad day. My husband asked him what was wrong. He had the nerve to text back "LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Caps his- not mine. Whatever happened to "I don't want to talk about it right now"? Or something polite like that. My husband was just showing concern for him.

My son is a bastard. His wife has done it to him. He was never like that. She has always been that way.

I have no faith he will ever be nice again.

Saturday, August 23, 2014


My granddaughter Itchy has wanted to go to the movies for a while. She wanted to see "The Fault In Our Stars" when it came out but "it's PG-13 and I'm only PG-11." Now she wants to see "If I Stay" but my DIL and son keep coming up with excuses that she can't go. They don't want me to spend time with her, which is odd because when I was baby-sitting for free I was good enough.

I think my DIL is jealous that she wants to spend time with me and has to be forced by virtue of no other choice to spend time with her. If Itchy doesn't spend time with me, she'll forget about me. Her counselor asked her if she wanted to stay with her mother or her father, and her response was "I want to stay with Lee, Bobo and Jack (our dog)", which I guess made my DIL blind with rage.

I had a dream that my DIL was making sausage and biscuits with eggs to take to the guys at my son's job site. She wasn't listening to me and kept droning on and on. She wasn't lisyening to me. I wanted to smack her. Then I realized I was in-between sleeping and waking, and it wasn't my DIL talking, it was the Pioneer Woman Ree Drummond. She is on of my least favorite chefs, so that might explain part of the reason why  wanted to smack my DIL.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Southern Motto

Going All Redneck

I went with my sister Tuesday to the mental facility my mother was in before she died. She's convinced she's going to get a lot of money out of it. Listening to her go crazy and get all redneck, yelling and screaming, I realized that my mother was showing the symptoms that let to her death and my sister Susie-Q did nothing to help her. She trying to put the blame on someone else, so no one will figure out she is to blame. I am no longer against this facility as far as my mother was there- i saw too much wrong going through the medical records to have any use for them ever in any capacity- but they are not to blame for her death. Susie-Q is the one one responsible.

She is planning on mortgaging her house to sue them. I hope she realizes she could end up with nothing but debt and disappointment. I tried to tell her but she wouldn't listen.

I'm not planning on getting rich off my mother's death- I'll earn my my fortune the good old fashion way- the lottery!

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The 5 'A's of Apology

Acknowledge- you have made a mistake

Admit- to the parties involved your mistake

Apologize- to the parties involved that you regret making the mistake

Amends- should be made and the mistake corrected

Avoid- making the same mistake again

Example: you drop a plate and it shatters into a million pieces.If you simply say you're sorry, does that help put the plate back together.

But if you admit you broke the plate, apologize for it, buy another plate and take care not to break it, things are better.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

On Not Being a Doormat

I loaned my favorite niece $1K in April 2013. I had enough money then. She promised to pay me back.

She didn't.

She lied to me after i agreed to take payments.

Which she lied about.

I have since found out that she is pregnant with her second child out of wedlock, with a different man from the first out of wedlock baby.

She was born with kidney problems. She wasn't supposed to ever have children. But since she had no complications with the first one, she decided to go for the second one. Now she has complications. She has dropped out of school, the second the pee stick was dry. She lives on welfare.She is on bedrest.

I don't want anything bad to happen to her. But she  is not the child I helped raise. She lies. She slings her pussy around like she was throwing out Mardi Gras Beads. The entire thing makes me want to cry.

But I can't cry. I kind of feel like karma has kicked her in the butt.

She has taught me to never loan money to anyone which I can't afford to never see again.

My sister had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to go in on a baby gift with her.

I said no.

I think this is a big step toward not being a doormat.

I really don't care if i ever see my niece or her children again. She has broken my heart.

Bad News

Bobo woke up with a bad backache. Since he has Obamacare insurance, he was able to make an appointment without worrying about ruining our finances.

He was in the office until after 5, despite a 2:45 appt. He didn't even make it back to the exam room until 3:45. We finally walked out at 5:30. They did x-rays, gave him a shot and scheduled an MRI. He has degenerative disk disease. His disks in his back are like chalk. I'm sure he will get hiss disability pay this time, as well as a billion dollars in back pay.

Besides his devastating diagnosis, the other sad part of this entire mess is that he went Monday to take an aptitude test for a job that is perfect for him. He has worked in this industry twice before. The shift runs from M-TH, 7:00 a.m.-5:45 p.m. We had planned if he got it, I would go to water aerobics after dropping him off at work.

So it looks like we will grow old together, two broken people.