"I'm going off the rails of the Crazy train"

Thanks Ozzy!

Sister came, dragging her giant dog, 2 daughters, and asst. children.

The lil’wrekker came home from Branson, where she was auditioning. With boyfriend.
(The same one she left with)

Mr. Wrekker and fishing buddy are here from the lake House. Dragging lots of catfish recently caught. Filling my freezer

Son-of-a-wrek and family are in and out. (4 kids, 2 are toddlers)

Mid-dau and her boys are always here.

Ivy, my aide, is hovering and on my last nerve. She is nervous, too. I had a tough weekend. Due to an error in my judgement about a purchased smoothie. Rough dialysis this morning as well.
I swear I’m gonna fire that woman if she don’t shut up. “I get it!”

Bear and Meeko are in the beams. Howling and causing ire. A pen was thrown. Not gonna say by whom. But it exacerbated the situation. I told him it would. No one hears me, some days.gah!!

The dogs have all barked at different things. The Chihuahuas more than the rest. Bayliss is worried. In the closet.

Dinner was served. It may as well been a free for all. Mid-dau cooked all morning. I helped some. Ivy helped a lot. DIL brought stuff in. There was absolutely nothing left. Nothing.

Tomorrow Son-of-a-wrek has a fish fry planned. No telling who else he’s got coming.

Baby daughter and boyfriend are coming. She’s been angry with me for awhile. This will be a reunion. I have high hopes it will be a good one. I’ve missed her. We all have.

Now I’ve scared myself. I may go in the beams and howl. Or hide in the closet with Bayliss. Oh lord.

The crazy train ain’t fun.

Things are never quiet at Chez Beck, are they? Sending good vibes that you make it through all of that.

The SDMB pedant in me must say that the lyric is, “I’m going off the rails on a crazy train.” Please pardon the intrusion and carry on.

Thx. So helpful☺️

If that’s anything like Baileys … i’d do that !

I chat with my kids all the time. Via text messaging.

Ay, ay, ay, ay…

Never thought of you as an Ozzie fan, Beck. Southern girls know how to rock

Edit: Whew, had to make sure I didn’t misspell the last word.

Beck, you can come and get online to decompress. Families are overwhelming. You listen to that Ivy; she knows what is good for you.

Hugs.

“Get on the love train”

I’d pay big money or whatever change I find in the sofa to see you up on the beams, Beck. I imagine the photo would include two pissed-off Siamese cats.

Poor Bayliss. This is a very trying day for US dogs.

I’m sorry you had a rough weekend, and you can’t even blame someone else. I was going to make a joke about getting cauliflower smoothies, but holy frick, there really ARE such things! :face_with_open_eyes_and_hand_over_mouth:

I hope baby daughter has thawed out. I don’t see how she could stay angry with you for long.

Ohh Ahh Eee Ahh Ooo Ahh, Get on The Peace Train

Down around the corner
Half a mile from here
You see them long trains runnin’
And you watch them disappear

Take the Last one to Clarksville. I bet they got DaVita there. Give Ivy a day off.

Choo Choo cha boogie!

Isn’t Li’l Wrekker always in some kind of snit or another? Sounds like her emotions got stuck at age 14. Send her to the doc to get an Rx for tranqs.

For you guys.

Is this the same boyfriend that makes himself useful, by cleaning bathrooms? Go tell the two of them to elope. He’s a keeper. If Li’l Wrekker doesn’t snap him up, Ivy will end up marrying him.

I’m trying to figure out what the familial relationship would be.

Oh, that’s right, you’re in Arkansas. Everybody is cousins there!

You need to go hide in the closet with Bayliss. Bring snacks.

~VOW

“She took the midnight train to anywhere”

Anywhere is Georgia.

Gesundheit.

It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you

From the Wrek of the Old '97:

She was going down the grade makin’ 90 miles an hour . . .