sigh.
Irk can be so irksome.
I’m sleepy.
Sah-son is washing my clothes. I don’t know why he said he would but it would be rude to question him, right?
Sometimes it’s fun to watch old TV. Seeing Fonzie playing a crazy on Newhart is interesting.
WOW magnabrix stick to metal, who would have thunk it, a magnet that sticks to metal.
I do not order anything from Telebrands.
I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck ya know.
Irked, came home, chatted with Hockey Lady. I’ve had to explain “4:20”
and risotto:dubious: to her.
Moooooommm!!!, be sure to bring lemon wedges and cocktail sauce to your crab training. 
Mrs. Plant (v.2.0) was pissed when I did laundry for various reasons.
Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) thinks I am a hero.
My Wife (v.3.0)…I hope she will keep me. 
I made southern style boiled cabbage with the cabbage my daddy grew in his own garden. It was yummers
Blurf.
I luvs a man who does laundry, especially if he would do mine.
Where did Mrs.Plant (v.3.0) find you, I have been shopping in all the wrong places.
Pepsi for breakfast instead of coffee. (I got a free bottle yesterday and didn’t drink it all.)
Don’t tell anyone! shifty eyes
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 75 muggy Amurrkin degrees out with a predicted high of ONLY 88 but a heat index near a hunnert, plus a chance of rain. This evenin’s plans include mowage as chances of rain increase dramatically over the next two to three days. Life is so much fun!
Ok, that’s all I got. Need more caffiene and rumbly tummy is hongry. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
**Midget **- shame on you! Everyone knows Coke is better for breakfast than Pepsi!!! Yes, I do have a Diet Coke next to me as I write this…
Good morning. Thanks to the doggeh, I’m up early enough to post. We’ll be leaving in about an hour, so I have a little time to kill. I’ve already fed the dog, scooped the cat box, and loaded/started the dishwasher. **FCD **gets to sleep for 15 more minutes, then shower time/dress/get out of Dodge starts. We’ve got a 74 mile ride to the training site, partly in the morning rush - I’m hoping 2 hours will be enough. We shall see.
I need to cut down my bed wedge. I can’t sleep without it, but it needs to be just a tad lower - as it is, I’m almost sleeping upright. The challenge is cutting the foam. It needs a special tool, altho an electric knife sorta works. We’ll figger it out - we’re engineers, after all! 
I don’t like **FCD **to do laundry simply because he’d toss everything into a single load, regardless of fabric type or colorfastness. I do jeans with jeans, whites with whites, towels with towels, sheets alone, and everything else can pretty much get mixed together. I need to teach him that in the next year so he’ll survive while I’m on cruise and he won’t destroy my washer with unbalanced loads.
Woe - it’s July 10 already!! Happy Wednesday!!
(((((Taters)))))
Blurf.
I had a rubbish night’s sleep (or attempts to sleep) due to the heat, I had to resort to using the fan in the bedroom but it was too noisy so I turned it off and eventually dozed off in the early hours. Then my idiot neighbour decided he needed to move his car at 5.30am which involves very noisily opening gates and suchlike.
I need several boxes of pointy-stick wielding Sri Lankan operatives, there are many missions on my list today.
I haven’t read, I have so much on my plate I don’t know if I can keep juggling it all.
However, I am livid. I would have to take a bottle of valium and wash it down with a quart of rum at this point to even begin to calm down. There have been texts in all caps with many exclamation marks, and I just cannot allow myself to be this angry.
But I am.
I have held my tongue the best I can because, well, everyone has troubles. When my brother died last year I shut up because sticky lost her boyfriend within a day or so, and I felt she needed the comfort more. And I do not begrudge you that one bit sticky, you loved your guy (sorry, his name escapes me at the moment) and I pretty much loathed my brother. That is another story for another time.
My mom is in end stage liver disease, and I believe that she has reached Acute Liver Failure. I will know later. After the last hospital stay a month ago she was put on oxygen full time . . . not that she will use it consistently. She doesn’t take her meds, she doesn’t eat, etc. ad nauseum.
Some of you may remember that I was living in Kodiak, Ak. three years ago, and had been for over 20 years. There was a trifecta of reasons that caused me to long to move back home: an ugly divorce, the impact the weather has on my health, and more than anything else mom and my step dad asked me to come home and help with mom. I received an inheritance out of the blue which allowed me to leave Alaska and buy a house less than 1 1/2 miles from mom’s, specifically to be close enough to help easily. This is most definitely not where I would have chosen to live otherwise.
Mom will eat for me. Mom will take her meds for me. After the doctor said that we could not allow her to sleep all she wants because she will slip into a coma and never wake up, Mom will wake up and get out of bed for me. She does none of this for my step dad, but he gets close to violence when I am working with mom, so I said fuck it, it’s not worth having him scream at me and get too close to me while he is swinging his arms around.
So tonight he calls me to say that mom was taken by ambulance to the hospital tonight, and that I was absolutely not to come to the hospital. A family friend (Sally from here on) was coming to the hospital, but he did not want me there. To say that I was devastated is an understatement.
During her last hospital stay I suggested a family meeting with the hospital social worker. Apparently they (step dad and Sally) went ahead and had the meeting without the rest of the family. You know, the people related to my mother by BLOOD.
I have called the hospital and spoken with her nurse. In addition to the accumulation of ammonia on her brain (which the Lactulose gets rid of, but she won’t take it) she has a serious lack of sodium in her system because my step dad allows her to live on a cup of cottage cheese and sweets every day.
Mom was lucid enough just a bit ago to tell the nurse that she absolutely wants me and my (adult) kids to come to the hospital. (step dad and Sally were gone by then) So I am anticipating Grand Drama later today, and for the rest of the time she has left.
I hate this. My mother is dying and it’s breaking my heart. My step dad never wanted kids, and since he and mom got together in my senior year of high school he has worked very hard to keep mom and my brothers and I from spending time together, in person and on the phone. Oh, and the inheritance I received? She received one too. She gave the money to my step dad to handle. Well he is driving a brand new Lexus, has a huge gold ring with three 1 karat diamonds set into it and has a ton of brand new expensive electronics, while mom isn’t allowed to use the remote for the tv and he chooses all of the shows and movies they watch, and she isn’t allowed to listen to music or converse too loudly if he is watching tv.
I don’t expect any answers from you fine folks, I am not looking for pity or really, even sympathy. I guess I want someone else to be as pissed off as I am.
As horrible as all this is, there is even more on my plate that I won’t go into here and now, but I am reaching my tipping point, and quite frankly I am a little frightened as to what is going to happen when I reach the end of my very long tether and it finally snaps.
If you read through this very long rant, thank you. I considered making this it’s own op in a new thread, but it’s too wussy for the Pit, and MPSIMS is cluttered up enough.
Again, thanks guys, I love my mumper family even if I don’t post often.
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Kai, there are not enough hugs in the world for what you’re going through but if there were, they would be deluged over your head right now.
It means a lot you two. Thanks, and thanks for reading it all.
Kai, you get all my hugs today. That’s a shitty situation all around, and sometimes I find that the best way to defuse my own anxiety and anger is simply to type it all out and know that somebody else might read it. It’s not a huge help, but I always feel better after I’ve complained to somebody. 
Today I’m wearing a skirt I made myself a couple weeks ago … and I am deliberately not thinking about the possibility of it falling apart because I’m a crap seamstress.
Hun, just think of the valuable Karma Points[sup]tm[/sup] you’re racking up…
First of all, Kai you get all the mumper hugs for today and a triple dose of **Rosie’s ** sig.
Second, don’t ever worry about venting in here, we may be Random Internet Strangers [sup] tm [/sup], but we care in our own way and are more then willing to listen to those that need to get a load off.
((((((((((((((((((((Kai))))))))))))))))
Happy Hump Day!
It’s a cloudy 78 degrees with a projected high of 88.
My stomach hurts.
I’ve made a list of 7 houses to view on Friday. I am so nervous and excited. The broker told me not to waste any time getting in an offer which I think translates to rates are going up so don’t dawdle. Just like when he told me to wait until July and call him back, I think he knew some of the qualifying criteria would change.
So I am going to make up my anal list and check off the must haves and what is negotiable.
Midget the best breakfast is a coke and a snickers. Got to have the peanuts for the protein you know.
FCM Happy Crabbing!
Did you know, I swear it’s the truth that crabs know when it’s the weekend?
Years ago when I was dating Pain, he had moved to Delaware (why anybody moves to DE is a question because it is a state you move from not to unless you are retired which Pain wasn’t). Anyway, I would pack up some of my dogs and drive down to see him every weekend and during the summer months he’d put his crab pots out on the Indian River so he could catch and steam up some crabs for me.
It never failed. During the week his crab pots would be full of crabs, which he would let go because he wasn’t interested in eating them but every weekend those damn crabs knew I was coming to eat then and they’d stay out of his pots.
Same thing with his minnow traps. Full all week and empty on the weekends.
Who knew sea critters could be so smart!!! 
{{{{{{{KAI}}}}}} that just sucks.
What’s your list? When I decided it was time to stop renting and live in a place I owned, I decided to look at condos because I wasn’t interested in yard maintenance and I didn’t think I needed all that much room–at the time, it never occurred to me that I might ever own a dog, especially not within the next couple years.
Back then, my only must-haves were a dishwasher and laundry inside my house. I have definitely expanded the list for when I start searching again, but there are buckets of things I never even thought of until I was living in a new place that was difficult to heat and/or dark in the bathroom, or whatever. So I’m always interested in what other home-shoppers think is important.