Youngest nephew called, wanted to talk about some stuff my Mom has been up to regarding some of her properties. When Dad was alive, they had decided one property would go to my nephews after Mom also passed. Nephews decided the land was already theirs and have pretty much destroyed it. Mom goes up there and cries to see what they have done. If Dad were around, there would be some skull cracking occurring.
But he’s not, and Mom is a batty control freak. Control freak? Yes. Batty? Dementia is kinda close. Yes, she has said things that have alienated my sister. Sis and I used to talk daily, hang out, &c. Now we maybe email each other once every few weeks. I cannot talk about Mom to her, she screeches at me if I do, then finishes with “Well, she brought this on herself”.
At this point it’s Mom, me, and TheKid on one side, everyone else on the other. Nephew wanted to know if I knew what Mom was doing. I told him most of what I knew. Anything more than that he would need to talk to her directly. He threatened that if she followed through with selling the property, the family would be completely divided. It already is. The only time you all talk to her is when you want something. This nephew is so condescending towards Mom- it’s sickening. He claims he has such deep concern for her. Really? Then why are you never there when she needs you? Other nephew is a good guy who lets this one fight his battles.
I know my Mom is difficult. She exhausts me sometimes. Dealing with her paranoia makes me wants to beat my head against a wall. But she’s my mom.
I know some people do not have close relationships with their family. That is not us. When Dad was alive, we all were together at least once a month. In the summer we would all be at the cabin every weekend. It was chaos, and we loved it. After Dad died, it all fell apart. I miss the way it was, the way it will never be again. I am guessing I set the volley for the family war that has been brewing for over five goddamn years. In some ways I am happy I said my peace, but I am also terribly sad for all that is now lost with the family.
To add even more fun to this evening/morning?
I just got back from an underage drunk chase. TheKid was cited. Her best friend’s mom went apeshit, kicked friend out of the car, brought her home. She was worried about him, so we went the hunt. Found his angry drunk ass, delivered him home (luckily his mom let him in). Then TheKid said her purse was at someone else’s house. Had to hunt her down so TheKid could get her belongings.
Found out TheKid does a damn fine job punishing herself. She even became upset with me because I was laughing at the situation. Am I disappointed? Yes. Angry? No. Life happens, she’s an adult, made a poor decision, and she will need to deal with the ramifications of her actions.
I get up and get out this morning because at 9am, it was an amazing 64 degrees (up from a low of 59) and awesomely sunny and I wanted to take a long walk in the morning coolness.
The outer glass front door to our apartment complex had been shattered.
The inner door lock was fucked and it was difficult to open from the inside.
Goddamned stupid people. :mad:
I walk down the row toward the street, past about 30 of the roughly 200 apartments in this building.
Three of them have their AC units blasting away. :smack:
Can you lend him yours, maybe get some other friends to lend him theirs, so he can test-drive some models in a safe environment? I mean, if you can define “surrounded by a bunch of dudes who’ll bite you if you so much as look as your woman askance” can be considered safe.
after checking Harley’s webpage They have trikes! … man it’s a good thing it’s out of my range, it’s the closest thing to a bike I could drive with my equilibrium problems… look bros, my trike has more horsepower than your two cars together! VROOM VROOOOOOOM
Focusing just on this, because I know sometimes people manage to beat themselves over the stupidest shit: NO. You didn’t know he was married; even if you’d had consensual sex with him, even if you’d been having consensual sex with him for months before figuring out the bastard was married, you wouldn’t be an adulterer any more than he’d be a virgin. Got that?
Great. One of the companies I work for has switched from no direct deposit to no check at all. My paycheck is two days late so far. I wonder if payroll realizes we freelancers actually rate them worse than company tech support . . .
We were desperately looking for a way to “defriend” my mom, but since she doesn’t do facebook, it was all via email. We finally got the chance when my mom forwarded a video clip, and we got to say “Mom, you can still send us personal notes, but don’t forward anything. With our slow connection, the last email took half an hour to download.”
Now she pouts: “Did you see those DARling baby animal photos that Aunt Mildr…oh, that’s right, I’m not allowed to send you ANYthing…” “Mom, we’d love to hear from you, just not those forwards. The wiring in our old house just won’t take it.” (Hoping she’ll imagine knob-and-tube wiring in our walls ballooning up from all the anti-Obama pics backed up).
The only negative thing I said lately was “Mom, the problem with all those forwards is that such a small percentage of the political ones were true.”
All I can say is Mail Rules rule. As above, create a rule that says if it is from her and it contains FW in the subject line, it goes straight in the trash.
This summer I’ve been noticing a bunch of vehicles idling with no one in them - I assume that they’re doing this to keep the air conditioning going while they’re out of the vehicle, but it’s kind of stupid - to start with, it just isn’t that hot here, and to end with, just suck it up already - your car’s not going to get that hot in five or ten minutes. Idling isn’t against the law here - it’s just a dick move.
Last saturday it was starting to deluge [I was over near Slippery Rock PA] so I decided to take a short nap in a rest area. I have those plastic thingies on my windows so I can put them down an inch or two without it raining in, so I got a little bit of breeze. As I drove into the rest area, I saw the sign about idling and illegal. So what is there? A full up parking lot for trucks with every damned one idling. :smack:
On the plus side, I got an unexpected 6 hours of wonderful sleep instead of the usual hour and a half or so my insomnia usually lets me have. Must have been the rumble of the trucks and the tapping of the rain on the car. Great, to get a good nights sleep I guess I need to be an over the road trucker :dubious::smack:
After I chipped one veneer in the front 6 out of 8 have to be replaced because of the if you replace or even patch the one the rest(they are 17 years old) it wll look funny as well as they are worn and slowly failing. There goes the money for the deck.:mad: on top of that I have a massive canker sore on my lip…this is going to be a fun week :rolleyes:
Anyone have a Valium?
No but I will share the crab rangoon that mrAru made us for lunch today - it has srichwhatever sauce, ginger, garlic, surimi [sealegs], cream cheese and sour cream in it, and uses wonton wrappers. They are baked instead of fried. So cute! And not bland, since I get 3 of them as a portion, I want stuff that is not bland!
Next time he makes them, I am thinking shrimp instead of sealegs. Sealegs was good in it, but I think shrimp would be better, and I definitely like the wonton wrappers baked instead of fried.
Nags you after hugs. Stop doing this. Don’t waste the time that you could be using to document the critter apocalypse in your home! You are blameless. Your time is limited and good kitteh and bunny pics are priceless.
At least they only had compound fractures. I will suggest this to him, though.
There are a few Spyders in my area. I guess people would notice them because they look so odd. The problem with bigger bikes is that they are hard to control at slow speeds. 800 pounds with a lot of the weight up high is much harder to balance than my dropped and lowered Sportster. At the risk of being rude, I’m going to repeat myself. The man has never owned a motorcycle in his life. He’s going to die if he does this.
I’m sorry. I get on Tony about this all the time, but he doesn’t listen. Or maybe he just can’t hear because he rides a loud bike with the stereo cranked up. I promise to bitch him out in your name.
aruvqan, what are sealegs?
Nava I don’t want Bill on my bike. Its too quick. I could outrun your bros without shifting into 2nd gear!
My friends would do a lot for me, but they wouldn’t let someone who has never had a bike ride one of theirs. If they did, I’d be sooooooo pissed!
Bill needs to start small and slow, like most surviving bikers did. Bikes have the controls in different places. The clutch is controlled by the left hand, instead of the left foot. Brakes are controlled differently, front is right hand, back is right foot. Trying to do all of this on an unfamiliar machine while going 80 mph just doesn’t work out well.
I think Bill needs to get a scooter and put around my neighborhood for a while.
Bill doesn’t get it. He says that because he is used to handling heavy equipment, he should be able to control a bike. I say that we should get married now so that his obit with have a line about the greaving widow flipping the casket off and shouting I TOLD YOU SO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!"
I’m so fucking ticked off by this that I’m going to go mop my floor. Maybe I’ll wash the mini blinds as well. All of the kittehs run off and hide because when mom runs out of things to wash, she looks at them…
Or, you could hire yourself out as a passenger to truckers who want to use the HOV lane. They get to drive the carpool lane while you sleep, back and forth along the interstate.
Looks like the Temple Shooting is Domestic Terrorism. Sadly, this board will only see another “every motherfucking thread devolves into Gun Control” week.
Abreva is a miracle drug for cold sores. It’s expensive, but you only need a little and can save the rest. I keep a tube in my purse. If I apply it as soon as I sense a cold sore coming on, it prevents the sore from opening. It will definitely make your massive canker heal more quickly.
The first word she used was surimi, which often comes on the packaging itself. It’s those fake crab legs aka crab sticks, you know those white cylinders with half the surface dyed red, sold to put in salads and stuff like that? They’re usually in the frozen section or with the fish.
And flatlined: I agree that Bill really should learn to drive on two wheels before buying something with more horses than the Pony Express, but I don’t think he’ll be an easy one to convince. Most Spanish bikers started on a Vespino.
I can’t recall, has anyone suggested that you have him talk to some of your male biker friends, particularly the ones who ride the big bikes? Maybe if **they **tell him how they had to learn “with training wheels”, so to speak, before moving on to the big stuff, he’ll listen. (Yes, I know. He should listen to you, because you have the experience he doesn’t, too. Sometimes people just listen better to their own gender when it comes to things like this. It’s stupid, but it’s true.)
Also, is there a driver’s ed type of course he can take on how to ride a motorcycle? A little pre-owner’s experience might give him a needed reality check.
Another thought: do you know any paramedics or medical personnel who’ve dealt with the aftermath of motorcycle accidents? Arranging a chat with them (with graphic pictures of the result of overconfidence) would also help give him that reality check.