I hate irk. Really hates it! I didn’t up until a few days ago but now, I hates it I does. Yeah, time to dust off the old resume.
Ok, just had to get that out. Now back to my usually adoreable self. 
ETA: First on Three!
I think mine was the only grief, so I don’t know about “a lot.” 
Also, I think “shower shoes” is a regional use of the word, because they’re all just flip-flops around here.
It’s lunchtime. I don’t want to go out there. But I’m hungry.
Home from feeding the doggies.
I sat in their driveway for a bit before I went in. They are back in the trees, kind of secluded and very quiet and a nice breeze was going on.
Then I came home and between the butterfly bush and the lavender the place is teeming with butterflies. Most of them are the little white ones with the black spots on their wings, but we get some nice monarchs and swallowtails too.
Of course the serenity is shattered as soon as I walk in the door and the place is barricaded to keep my dog in the living room and the minute I step in the door the little bitch dog starts growling and tries to rush at me. So I have to move the barricade out of my way and my dog hangs back in the living room whining because he’s half blind and he can hear the bitch dog but he doesn’t know for sure where she is and he’s afraid to move.
But I’m the bitch and the crazy one because I think living this way is stupid and either the dog needs to be trained or she needs to go.
One day she is going to go for one of the kids and they are going to be shocked and I am going to say* I told you so*. I can’t believe people think this is acceptable behavior that we are just supposed to live with.
But what do I know? I’m just the mean crazy bitch.
I guess I have been out of the corporate world for too long.
Last time I was there you dressed up and wore nylons and real shoes.
I kind of started a trend when I worked in he city when I started wearing tennis shoes to work and changed at the office. I saw that in San Francisco and thought it was a lot more sensible than wearing heels on the city sidewalks. You only have to step on a grate and rip your hell off once to know how stupid pumps are in the city.
I think flip flops would have never been an option back then
But at least it was after the time no well dressed woman would have gone out without wearing a hat and white gloves. :::sigh::: I can remember when a hat and gloves were part of my new Easter outfit each year.
Damn I’m old!
I remember hats and gloves also, plus when I was in high school, girls were absolutely *forbidden *to wear pants of any kind!! Not even pantsuits! So when I see kids in school with shorts and tank tops and flip flops, or even worse - pajama pants!!! :eek: - I just shake my head. On one hand, it’s just clothes. On the other hand, one day they’ll show up for a job interview dressed like that and wonder why they weren’t hired…
I don’t miss pumps and hose and skirts, but I do think that a workplace requires a uniform of sorts - yanno - professional attire!!
**swampy **- too bad you don’t live around Annapolis - they need to hire a crab counter to handle that region! 
Carpets have been spot-cleaned and fans are a-blowin’ to aid drying. Guess I should think about emptying the dishwasher, ya think?
Heck, at this point, I’d go out and count gnats if’n it paid well enough.
Man, does the heat ever make me tahred. I’m so tahred I can’t spell it right. 
I think tonight we’re goin’ out for Buckets O’ Shake. The local ice cream place won’t let you order a large shake without confirming you know exactly what you’re about to get–they take the cup out and show it to you, because it is A LOT of shake.
And I think that we will likely drive the block-and-a-half to the ice cream shop. Because it is hot, and I am lazy as well as fat.
In the unlikely case you were unaware of it, this thread is great for venting about the idiocy often encountered in the workplace. Its also fun just see the some of the bat crap crazy stuff other people come up with. 
Ah, the Gnat King Poll.
Ugh, I just cannot get my husband moving on starting to settle the MiL’s estate.
Today, in desperation, I called the courthouse to see what we need to do. Got the “we are not lawyers and only file papers” speech. The clerk I spoke to finally relented a little and gave me a number that will give me legal advice for 30 minutes for 30 bucks.
However, over and over again, she recommended getting an attorney because she had seen things come back and bite people in the ass too many times a year after they thought things were settled.
No matter what we do, the house will have to go through probate anyway, but the real reason I called was to find out what form my husband uses to petition for access to the safety deposit box so we can get to the will and I never received a clear answer on that.
So frustrating…
So sorry, Taters. My wife and I both have had ‘the talk’ with our ageing parents, that it would shure make things easier for us and follow their desire better if they get all the affairs in order beforehand, discuss their wishes with us as executors, let us know where everthing of significance is and how to get to it, etc. Mom has already had us sibs let her know what furniture we like and ‘how much’ and she’s got that all divied. Things are tough enough emotionally just from the passing, there’s no sense burdening anyone further with added decisions, legalities, etc. I hope everyone finds the right time to have that talk with their family members too.
**lieu, **make sure you and/or your wife have legal access to the safety deposit box if that is where the folks are keeping their wills. What I mean by that is that, is you both have your names in the list of people that have access and that it’s filed with the bank. That, right now, is our biggest hurdle. We can’t prove anything without the will.
I don’t care about the “stuff” in the house. All I want to do is settle her estate, pay the bills, pay ourselves back for the funeral, and make sure that if there is anything left of the estate, we distribute it legally and properly.
We don’t qualify for free or sliding scale legal help; but we also don’t have thousands of dollars lying around to pay an attorney either. It’s a horrible situation.
Bottom line, make sure all the legal paperwork is accessible. Things would have been so much simpler if we’d had access to the will.
There’s only one person at my work who can pronounce my name correctly. But I like my coworkers, and I don’t mind.
**Taters **- can’t the bank tell you what form you need to show them? 
I would think that would be a pretty straightforward question and answer.
My husband badgered his folks and they finally got wills and designated the middle son as the executor. I’ll mention to him about the safety deposit box altho I don’t think they have one. My brother is my mom’s executor and he’s got a handle on pretty much everything. Heaven help us if he dies before she does.
We were talking to a financial planner last week and he’s just about shamed us into doing our wills and powers of attorney. Yeah, I know, but with only one child, there’s nothing to divide up. We will make an appointment soon - ain’t gettin’ any younger!!
I just did some stenciling on 6 towels. I’m almost out of black fabric paint, so while I’m doing my crab count tomorrow, I’ll swing by JoAnn’s on Michael’s and get a large bottle. I also unloaded the dishwasher - go me - and got out some fake crab to thaw for tonight’s supper.
Taz cracks me up! I brought in the backpack that my predecessor dropped off on Sunday - it’s for carrying all the crap we need to take to the crab counts. I put it on the end of the counter so I can load it up tomorrow. Taz decided he needed to nap in it.
How hard is it to say “Midget”?? 
They pronounce my name (Emily) in the French way.
In less happy news, my mother’s back in the psych ward. I wonder if she can actually be, um, made better this time. I wonder if some things are beyond fixing.
Taters do you know who her lawyer is? (S)He should have a copy.
I guess this is why I’ve always heard you are not supposed to put your will in a safety deposit box.
I know you want to get it over with but for your husband it may be too hard right now.
Maybe you could do some research and make a list of the steps to be taken and break it down for him. The entire process may look to overwhelming for him but doing it one step at a time might be easier for him to handle.
Well, yes, one would think the bank would know this shit. However, all they kept talking about was a Letter of Testamentary. In order to have that, you need access to the will, which is located in the safety deposit box. All I know is there is a form where first we petition the court and then someone is appointed to get access to the box. After that, we can the get the letter of testamentary, get access to her funds, put them in an estate trust, pay off the bills, put the house into probate so we can sell it, and pay off bills. Other than the expedited access and the letters of testamentary or administration, I don’t know the exact order of the rest of things. Publication has to be made of her death, etc. too.
It’s a huge PITA.
well, *you’re *the one who chose to live in Montreal . . .
Her lawyer is deceased and we cannot find anything with his name anywhere. We figured if we could at least find his name, we might have a shot at finding the will if someone took over the practice.
FCM, the bank left out a lot of information. We have to petition the court to get access, and then they appoint someone to actually open the box. Who that someone is, I’m not clear on. Then we can get letters of testamentary and/or administration, so we can access her accounts, put the money in a trust, etc. Since her house is included in the estate, it’s not considered a small estate and it appears all will have to go to probate so the appropriate publication of her death can be made, creditors paid, etc. There’s just so much it kind of overwhelms me.
I’ve showed my husband what it appears must be done. I know it’s hard for him, but the longer he waits, the more the interest builds on her debt. Her creditors have to be notified and without these initial steps, we can’t notify them and stop the interest from building up. I’ve explained this to him as well.
Finally, as I’ve noted before, unless the court appoints me as something (which I doubt), I don’t have a single legal right to do any of this. He is the heir and the executor. He has to do it.
Damn it! I thought the post above had been lost. Well, now you’re stuck reading this mess twice. Sorry.
How does one pronounce Emily in the Yiddish…I mean French way?
Sort of like “Amy LEE.”
And I don’t really have a choice about living in Montreal at the moment, but I love it so much I don’t want to leave.