I’m glad to see you’re back! I’ve missed your posts. I was very worried about you and your mama.
Your sister, however, will always persevere. She’s one tough gal, no worries there. I don’t mean for that last sentence to sound insensitive. I’m just saying that I’ve known people like her, and somewhere in them, is this rigid steel. It doesn’t show until these types of people really, really, need it.
I hope your new job and new living arrangements work out for you.
I feel guilty for laughing at (what I feel to be) your expense but…DAMN that was funny. It reminds me of what a friend said about an old girlfriend of mine:
“Well, at least when you’re with a schizophrenic you’re never alone!”
Good to hear you again.
LMAO!
Yep, that one is right up there with ripping through the closet like you’re looking for an apartment full of Jews (shame I probably can’t repeat that one) and Williams and Serling barebacking…
(gives Sampiro a big squeeze) Luvya, honey. Immaterial that you have no idea who I am.
Sampiro, I’m so sorry for your Mama, and the crap you have to go through with your sister, but dayum, my friend, I love how you can weave a tale.
Settles back patiently with her knitting and a bowl of popcorn for Part II.
Damn, Sampiro, and I thought my mother was having problems with her mom and sis. Jesus, that’s just…hang in there. Maybe you should come out to Kathy?
(BTW, how can you tell if one has a blood clot in one’s leg? Is it visible?)
Much as I would love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation, methinks Sampiro has enough drama right now. I mean, he’s barely keeping up with updates on Mama. You expect him to throw another grenade on the fire? 
Sampiro, I’m sorry. After my last post, I realized that the phrase “dying of cancer” was totally insensitive and I felt terrible.
Sorry, honey.
Oh, I agree, I was just kidding.
Oh please, don’t be. Meltdown with trolls to the contrary (what anger management problem?) I’m really not that sensitive and I’m very realistic about the situation. Hell, you should hear the jokes going on in my internal monologue.
I also decided that when the time comes be it this summer or next or years down the road I want the song The Color Purple [from the musical of the same name] sung at her funeral but I’ve decided not to tell my sister, who likes the song almost as much as I do, that it’s sung by two lesbian lovers until after the service.
Must mention “the million dollar boathouse kidnapping” when I have time, but it’s a long one. One moment recently while the current Indian doctor was discussing the “thing” in her head: “Hopefully we will find nothing in your head…” after which he looked at me and my sister, smiled, and said “Man, I just gave you two a great straight line and neither one of you took it up. Most people do.” My sister just looked at him and said in a Christina Ricci/Wednesday Addams voice
“We’re afraid of her.”
He laughed. And noticed we weren’t. Later Mama asked “You don’t really think I’d have taken anything seriously you said about me having nothing in my brain do you?” and I responded, honestly, “I don’t think you would have today.”
Kathi: “But a year and five days from now you’d raise holy hell about it and send a pot of spaghetti flying onto a wall.”
Mama: Oh please, when have I ever done something like that?
Me and Kathi looked at each other and then one of us said “Isn’t that guy from Lingo the one who used to be on Wheel of Fortune way back when?” and through a maternal discourse on Chuck Woolery’s long and varied career the subject was forgotten. For a year and five days.
Well, Og willing, you’ve got a wall full of spaghetti to clean up in your future.
Stay well, my friend, and be gentle with yourself.
Sister K is absolutely unbelievable! Oh, and by that I don’t mean that she is a work of fiction - nobody could make that up. I’m glad to see Sampiro back and with sanity still intact. You damn well deserve that week of free time though! It’ good to hear that Mama is proving indestructible. Keep strong. 
Glad to have you hanging around again, Sampiro. And since this thread was originally about the will, good luck with that too.
Glad to hear that you’ve found some ground under your feet for the time being and that your meltdown didn’t entail any permanent repercussions. It’s just not the same place without you man.
Ditto, Sampiro- I just spotted you in the Southern lit thread, good to have you.
Your sister brings up things from 1987?
Hon, that’s nuthin’! MY Mom was mad at me when I was 17… over something I did at age 5!
Another one hoping you get a wall of spaghetti sauce to clean up 
My great-grandmother’s older half-sister had an illegitimate baby with a married farmer in the early 1870s, an illegitimate child older than it’s aunt, my great-grandmother. The reason I know that is because by the time I was born the birth of that baby , who lived a blameless life with church, husband, kids, the whole catastrophe, and who died of old age before I was born, was still being used as a bad example. As recently as the 1980s if a family member read that the “baby”'s great-grandson was arrested for DUI it’d elicit an “I can’t say I’m surprised, what with that side of the family’s origins”. NOTHING is ever too old to bring up in the family.
True story: My mother refused to go to an oncologist in Montgomery because she knew him and thought he was mannerless sorry whitetrash.
When he was twelve years old.
In the 1970s.
“And his family was whitetrash too!”
Mama, he got through medical school and has been an oncologist for ten years.
“And probably still wears blue jean shorts to church socials and scratches his butt in public. I’m going to the Indian or I’m not going.”
Must tell the stories of PSCHO ONCO BEACH PARTY, the nightmare week my sister is having with her. Thanks to be to Og I’m getting to sit this one out as my turn’s coming soon enough.
I love that The Addams Family is the subject of the Google ads. (I wonder what the Google ads would have been for the Bible and other great works of literature- if anybody else does feel free to start a thread.)