In Which I Rant About My Son and His Wonderful Wife

If you don't want to hear about Root and Chickie, don't read this. Keep your opinions to yourself. Remember, this blog is for me, not you!

I help Root with his taxes every year. They have 2 kids, so they always get a refund. Chickie refuses to have anything to do with this except spend the money- big help, that girl is!

She also LOVES to call the IRS and state to find out just how soon the money will be available to pass through her fingers. So much so, she caused the state to hold back their refund and want more info. I told her to get the info together- i.e. make a list of donations- and I would help the take care of this. This was back in May. She still hasn't done it.

Now their lack of action has caused the IRS to question their refunds and want extra money for 2011. My son asked me to help. I told him what I needed. He told me all their important papers are all tossed together in a couple of boxes in the garage. No surprise.

His wife works the night shift and gets off at 8:00 in the morning. She farts around all day, buying crap fro Facebook resale sites. The kids get home at 3:30 and she goes to bed once they get home. My son cooks dinner when he gets home. She wakes up about 8:30, eats and runs off to work. She doesn't clean, she doesn't cook, she doesn't watch her kids. But she claims she has no time because she is so BUSY! Yeah, busy spending money.

My son was going to come over today and we were going to work on the taxes. But now he doesn't have tie to come over because HE HAS TO CLEAN THE HOUSE!!!! He works 11 hours a day after getting up early with the kids and getting them breakfast before seeing them off to school. She just runs around all day.

Why the heck can't she clean? Why can't she learn to cook? She's the one who demanded a nice gourmet kitchen. I guess she thinks a nice kitchen will cook for her.

I think my son is leaving her after the holidays. As much as I hate to admit it, I will be glad. I will miss the kids, but I hate seeing him tied down to such a gadabout.

One thing I hate to bring up is the fact that someone from our church asked me where their new house was located. She asked because she said she sees Chickie's car all the time at the house where they rented a few rooms from this weird dude. I told her where they live now and how they moved in June, and she said Chickie's car is over there everyday until about 2:00. She asked me if I thought Chickie was having an affair with the guy. I told her I had no idea. But now that I think about it, it is rather strange to move your family into the home of someone you found on Craigslist! I mean, DUH, Craigslist killer! If they are doing the funky monkey together, they were doing it when they were renting rooms, probably before. He drove a school bus and was home from 9:00 until 2:00, the times the students were in school. The times Chickie was off. I hate to think about them laying up together. I have no proof of this but it does make you think.

I'm still here!

I am still here, I just have had a lot of things come up lately: a disability hearing, a malfunction in the tire sensors in my car that scared the crap out of me, and I have started picking up the occasional baby-sitting gig. I feel 14 again.

I am just feeling overwhelmed. Plus someone used my bank card to order $200.00 worth of Vera Bradley purses. I was all for making a police report and letting the police work on it, but the people at Vera Bradley just shrugged it off and are going to put my money back. So I have numbers running through my head like nobody's business.

I am also trying to plan Thanksgiving dinner. We aren't doing the traditional turkey, we are doing bar-be-que with every fixing known to man. Ummmmm, pork is it!

Take A Break

Ghosts and Such

I wish I was 8 years old again, getting ready to dress up to go trick-or-treating.

I wish I had the excitement and anxiety I felt as I thought of the scares and treats I would receive. I wish i was mentally planning my route, so as to get the maximum amount of delicious candy.

Skip the old lady who gives out carob, go to the old guy in the wheelchair whose maid in a stiff white uniform would give out big bags of candy, served from a silver tray.

Fill up my BIG plastic pumpkin, run by the house to empty it, then go out for round 2.

Then when I was older, getting and joints when I would take my little sister out because she was to small to go out by herself.

I wish I was eight again.

Another View

Bobo and I were asked to go see the kids. When we got there, our lovely DIL took our birthday gift, opened it, thanked us, then ran off to another commitment. Which I don't mind, we had time to talk to our son privately. My son isn't sure how long he is going to stay married to her. They just moved in August into a big fancy house and are already a month behind. I wonder how long they will stay there. He says he's tired of fitting and also she spends money as fast as she can get her hands on it. I'm tired now and ready to sleep. More later.

What I Did Was Stupid

I did a stupid thing when I stopped blogging for a month over an idiotic comment someone left for me.

They have no idea what has been done to me because I don't post everything here. All I can say is if someone knew the whole story, they would feel ashamed for leaving that comment.

So now no one reads my blog. Well done, asshole!

I want to blog more. I know that some of my favorite bloggers stopped posting and I always wonder why they stopped and I wonder what they are doing now.

Well, I'm back to writing again and hope something I say will be important to someone. If not, at least it is important to me!

In other news, Bobo found a job but then before he could begin, the company decided on a hiring freeze. Then we got notice that his disability hearing is finally coming up, so we are going that route. There is no guarantee the job will ever actually materialize. The extra money for disability will come in handy.  I am hoping he gets approved.

I have been working on my flower beds, getting them ready for the fall. I don't want kids to trip over the mess while they are coming to my house for trick-or-treat. My seathorn buckberry tree has disappeared in all the overgrown weeds, but I have a few more seeds to start next spring.

I also got a surprise with some seeds I did plant. I got them through a seed swap I found on the Internet. I always send a dozen watermelon seeds in exchange for whatever they are offering. What I got was something that is illegal. It was growing like a weed, and I hated to pull the plants and shove them down the garbage disposal.  But that's better than going to jail! I just wish everything I planted would come up and grow as easily as this grew! I hope the people who sent the seeds enjoy their watermelons!

I have a huge bag of seed packets and I hope to be able to use a bunch of them next year. My yard will be very colorful if I do. I also want to grow some grapevines. I love grapevines. You can play with the vines but they have a mind of their own.

Is it Monday?

I slept all day, actually since Friday at 7:00. I had some funky sinus thing, I kept sneezing and coughing and I had a headache.

Similarly, I cancelled my  doctor's appointment tomorrow.

Why? My car tags expired at the end of September. I was stupidly looking at the inspection sticker which is due October 23, not looking at the tag which is expired. My doctor is in a low crime area, just a long way from my house. I didn't want to risk getting a ticket that would cost what my tags would cost, so I will go later.

I have money coming from ebay but they hold the money forever when you sell something. I will just get my tags when I get my check. I haven't driven a lot, just to the post office and grocery store. I guess my butt will have to stay home for another week.

My co-pay is only $5.00, but the ticket would be almost $200. So I will stay home and fester.

I need more money. I will run out of ebay fodder soon.

I need Lottery-sized Jackpot money.