FIL is out of surgery and apparently all went well. **FCD **has said when he has to go back in 3 weeks, he’s going to take his bike and make an Iron Butt of it. They can take his folks’ car to Duke. They’ll spend the night in Raleigh, and after they see the Dr. tomorrow, they’ll head back to Ocala, assuming all is OK. Tues is MIL’s surgery, and with luck, my sweetie will be home by Thursday.
**Taters *- I can’t imagine telling someone I was coming over and they needed to be ready to feed me! Seems pretty nervy. And then to cancel? * <insert me shaking my head> I also agree with you about FL. Perhaps you should consider a visit to our Nation’s Capitol and the surrounding area??
All the yard sale stuff is in the garage - I found 3 boxes of stuff in the basement, including 2 ceiling fans. After lunch, I’ll get it all priced, then I’ll take the sign to the road. Then I’ll quit till tomorrow. I’s tahred! In fact, speaking of lunch, I think I’ll heat me up a bowl of soup, because it’s fast and easy. Like my men.
It’s 2014… Why is it still so difficult to get scanning to work?
Hoping for a nice weekend so we can start setting up our pre-move yard sale. it’s three weeks away, but there’s a huge pile of stuff that we hope people will want to buy.
Funny thing about this yard sale - **FCD **just wanted to haul everything to the dump. I think it’s ridiculous to throw away things that are useful just because you don’t want them any longer. Seems to me, a yard sale accomplishes both things, with a bonus of some cash. Whatever doesn’t sell will be donated, or thrown out, depending. But at the very least, we have $243!!
It’s starting to cloud over. I just took the signs out - the larger one with the big arrow is on Rt 5, and the smaller one is on the corner of our lot. I couldn’t find any balloons - I suspect I may have thrown them away. Oh well… And I pulled the hard dinghy from the yard to the driveway, just in case. If nothing else, I’ll take pics tomorrow and make a flyer for local marinas.
I need to sort and price the last 3 boxes I brought up from the basement. I really don’t want to do it, but it’s gotta be done and I’m the only one here with opposable thumbs and some market savvy. I also need to bring up a folding chair - if there are quiet moments, I want to be comfy. I should bring a radio, too, so I can listen to Car Talk and WWDTM. Or I can open the window and aim the stereo speakers out there.
I notice **BBBobbio **hasn’t popped in today. No doubt, he’s avoiding me.
Taters, one of my brothers lived in Eureka CA for several years, and has visited here many times. In fact, he and his partner were just there a few weeks ago. It’s in Humboldt County in the heart of the Redwoods; it looks quite gorgeous and has very nice surroundings and furnishings. Just a thought, if you are interested in northern CA.
Howdy from da cave! Yes da cave. After dealin’ with problem child up in large and in charge Americus, Jawja, I’d had enough. Da cave is closer to Americus than the orifice so here I am. It TPTB need me they can find me.
Twuck’s passenger side mirror has tape around the middle part of the mirror with a folded up paper towel in the middle of the mirror so the tape won’t stick to the mirror. I’m told to leave it like that until mornin’. I’m ridin’ down the road and look at it and think, now this is what ya call “gittin’ yer redneck on!” I understand wantin’ to make sure the glue is good and dried on, stll, it just screams white trash to me.
Herbs yay for your cousin! Fantastic news!
MOOOOOOM yay for FIL! Maybe BBBobbio ain’t sayin’ anything cause he’s plannin’ on showin’ up bright and early tomorrow mornin ’ and surprisin’ ya with doughnuts. Oh and yes, Higgs is a keeyoote puppeh.
Taters I say you go with doin’ sump’n you want this time. I’ve always wanted to go to the redwood forests myself. That place Herbs linked to looks kinda jake.
I swear I cannot stop my mouth
,My mother came home and I didn’t mean to make her cry but goddamn I cannot stop my mouth.
First she says something to me nicely about why do I have food stored on the dining table and chairs UH because other people in this house have stuffed the cabinets and fridge and there’s no room to put things away
the the male half of the HFH comes in with more fucking food no place to put it
So anyway
I cannot stop the snark and my mother is on the phone figuring out what all she has to do to give my niece her car and I of course have to snark
gee mom it’s so nice everything you do for your grandkids
and then god knows nobody else will do anything to help them
so the fucking HFH make a snarky remark back and then tells me I need meds
well game on mr pussy pants who can’t even get a job of support his wife
game on mr loser hey it’s not my kid who tried to commit suicide and that is in and out of jail
game on mr loser who married a whore who cheats on her husband, loser who can’'t support his wife loser who has to live off his mommy in law
tearing up her house making it look like a warehouse the doors all torn up from the dogs the yard all torn up from the dogs
and he has the fucking nerve to say something to me
game on mr loser who tells me I need meds when his wife is the psycho bitch
game on mr loser who better shut the fuck up and stay away from me because you know
what mr loser maybe you’re right and I do need meds and maybe one night you are going to wake up with a knife in your chest and guess what I need meds and yet you still fuck with me
so who is the crazy one!!!
fucking loser ass
wanting to point your fingers at me all the time
oh boy I could not stop I thought my mother was going to slap me across the face
and I still could not stop
two years of pent up anger and god help me my mouth will not stop
two years of their put downs
two years of them telling me I’m fat and ugly and stupid and a bad mother and calling my son a retard
two years of iis snarly little
‘look at yourself* hon* no men are knocking down the door to take you out’
and god knows that if he is an example of whats out there I’d rather be alone
two years of them trying to force me out
two years of them acting like their shit don’t stink
two years of gritting my teeth and putting up with their shit
and my mother gets mad at me
But hey wtf do I know
after all I’m the ones who needs meds
he knows because he used to be a cop and he took psychology and all
and you know what if I was living with a man who acted like them people would tell me I’m crazy and need to get away from the abuse
yet my mother blames me for it like none of it is supposed to matter
and when I call him a loser and my sister a whore I’m the one being abusive
whatever mom whatever
Dang, {{{sari}}} - so sorry the asshole pushed you over the edge and sorry your mom is blind to the two of them. You’ll be gone soon… Hang on to that. And remember we lurves you, even if you do need meds. Hang in there, sweetie!!
I am as ready as I can be for the sale tomorrow. Everything’s been dusted, priced, and piled more or less according to category. I can take things out tomorrow in a logical order. I’ve also made some signs that say “Unpriced items: Make Offer Please!” I should add “I’m nice, dammit!” But it should be obvious, dammit!
The wind is really picking up. From the looks of the radar, rain may still be a couple of hours out. No matter - I’m ready. If it wasn’t for the stupid rain, I’d put some things out tonight. Oh well. At least I can chill for the rest of the day, in theory.
