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Sunday, October 23, 2011

Dead on Vacation

A few days ago (has it been a week or more already?!), my loving husband is back from his road trip. But his "career" has first priority, and tonight we find ourselves in New Orleans, Louisiana for the next nine days to celebrate our anniversary and our boys' fourth birthday. Are they really four years old already?! Damn, I want them to stay babies forever. :( I'm weird like that.

Husband is off with his friends and I am in the hotel. It's not all that bad, I can watch TV for the rest of the night, and unlike my aunt's house in Baton Rouge, there is cable here, and on the cable are Halloween specials all month long, plus some programs about drug addiction. I got a good contact high just watching a program about marijuana. :p

Chloe is crashed on the bed and the boys are crashed on the floor, beside the dog. It's wonderful to get away from my mother for a few days, and while I am here I will be getting some medical attention, but I wonder what is in store for me when Husband goes back on the road? We have to make some changes at home, and I'm not sure about what we're going to do.

Tomorrow is my little sister's birthday. She died in 2003. I miss her more and more every day, and there's that unfortunate twinge of envy that flows through me when I know that she never had to deal with my mother.

Husband tells me that I should have snuck out to see a doctor. What the hell...? 31 years old and I have to sneak around? It's not as if I'm a 15 year old high school student. Although, that would be pretty hot... me sneaking out at the age of fifteen to see a doctor .... for a date! But I stayed home. My left toe is permanently bruised on the end. The toe nail is pitch black as well. I can just hear my scatter brained doctor tell me that my toe needs to be removed. I don't think it's quite that bad, but, well, my doctor is that bad.

Walking Dead is on. I've been advised to watch it, so that is what I am going to do. The odd thing is that I have never heard of this show until today, and suddenly as I'm digging through my friends-lists, everyone is recommending that I watch it because they are watching it themselves. That means it's good, right? :) Anything to take my mind off the fat that I am spending the first day of vacation alone in a hotel room with three kids and a dog, while my better half is off with his friends. It may take the focus off of the fact that I am dead inside and craving the out-of-area doctor appointment looming this week so I can get a decent prescription.
A few days ago (has it been a week or more already?!), my loving husband is back from his road trip. But his "career" has first priority, and tonight we find ourselves in New Orleans, Louisiana for the next nine days to celebrate our anniversary and our boys' fourth birthday. Are they really four years old already?! Damn, I want them to stay babies forever. :( I'm weird like that.

Husband is off with his friends and I am in the hotel. It's not all that bad, I can watch TV for the rest of the night, and unlike my aunt's house in Baton Rouge, there is cable here, and on the cable are Halloween specials all month long, plus some programs about drug addiction. I got a good contact high just watching a program about marijuana. :p

Chloe is crashed on the bed and the boys are crashed on the floor, beside the dog. It's wonderful to get away from my mother for a few days, and while I am here I will be getting some medical attention, but I wonder what is in store for me when Husband goes back on the road? We have to make some changes at home, and I'm not sure about what we're going to do.

Tomorrow is my little sister's birthday. She died in 2003. I miss her more and more every day, and there's that unfortunate twinge of envy that flows through me when I know that she never had to deal with my mother.

Husband tells me that I should have snuck out to see a doctor. What the hell...? 31 years old and I have to sneak around? It's not as if I'm a 15 year old high school student. Although, that would be pretty hot... me sneaking out at the age of fifteen to see a doctor .... for a date! But I stayed home. My left toe is permanently bruised on the end. The toe nail is pitch black as well. I can just hear my scatter brained doctor tell me that my toe needs to be removed. I don't think it's quite that bad, but, well, my doctor is that bad.

Walking Dead is on. I've been advised to watch it, so that is what I am going to do. The odd thing is that I have never heard of this show until today, and suddenly as I'm digging through my friends-lists, everyone is recommending that I watch it because they are watching it themselves. That means it's good, right? :) Anything to take my mind off the fat that I am spending the first day of vacation alone in a hotel room with three kids and a dog, while my better half is off with his friends. It may take the focus off of the fact that I am dead inside and craving the out-of-area doctor appointment looming this week so I can get a decent prescription.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Fight Dogs, I'm For Ya

Last week I broke my left big toe.

It was painful, and I cried much after the fact.

I asked, nay, begged, to be allowed to get medical attention, only to be told that if I did, I should expect my things to be destroyed and new locks on the doors (to my own house, nevertheless!), and I would be arrested for "trespassing".  What the fuck...?

This lovely news was brought to me by my mother who has been living with us for over a year now. What started out as an "I need a place to stay for the weekend" has turned into a thirteen month nightmare with me as the catalyst. My mother dislikes me. Down right hates me. I've known that for twenty-six years, and that is not what bothers me. What bothers me is how well she has everyone else convinced that I am the Ultimate Evil and how she is the innocent victim.

It also bothers me that my brother in law is back to screwing around with his ex, who abused the ever loving shit out of this entire dysfunctional family for eight years and how he did nothing to stop it. She's back, with him in her clutches, and there's nothing I can do but cut him loose. When I found this out as I was being wheeled down to radiology, I slammed on the breaks of the wheelchair and demanded that he go back and get me a nurse or orderly to take me the rest of the way to radiology. Fuck that shit. I wasn't going to have some one who was as stupid as him take me anywhere.

The sob story came much, much later, when he was telling me this afternoon how his ex has not contacted him since Monday, when she begged a few grand out of him. "And you sent it to her, right?" I asked. He didn't answer that, so I can only feel that he really did give her the money. That's all he is to her, money bags. Rich Idiot, if you will. I promptly told him not to contact me anymore. I don't need that shit in my life at this time.

Upon glancing at his blog, he's in a sexual relationship with someone named Amanda. I wonder if this is his plot to try to say that my friend Mandy is sleeping with him, so I should trust him. Sorry, dude. That doesn't work for me.

I am tempted to move my brother in law in with my mother and let them kill each other. Hey, it's a thought!

There are many thoughts swimming through my mind right now. None that is worthy of being written down, though.
Last week I broke my left big toe.

It was painful, and I cried much after the fact.

I asked, nay, begged, to be allowed to get medical attention, only to be told that if I did, I should expect my things to be destroyed and new locks on the doors (to my own house, nevertheless!), and I would be arrested for "trespassing".  What the fuck...?

This lovely news was brought to me by my mother who has been living with us for over a year now. What started out as an "I need a place to stay for the weekend" has turned into a thirteen month nightmare with me as the catalyst. My mother dislikes me. Down right hates me. I've known that for twenty-six years, and that is not what bothers me. What bothers me is how well she has everyone else convinced that I am the Ultimate Evil and how she is the innocent victim.

It also bothers me that my brother in law is back to screwing around with his ex, who abused the ever loving shit out of this entire dysfunctional family for eight years and how he did nothing to stop it. She's back, with him in her clutches, and there's nothing I can do but cut him loose. When I found this out as I was being wheeled down to radiology, I slammed on the breaks of the wheelchair and demanded that he go back and get me a nurse or orderly to take me the rest of the way to radiology. Fuck that shit. I wasn't going to have some one who was as stupid as him take me anywhere.

The sob story came much, much later, when he was telling me this afternoon how his ex has not contacted him since Monday, when she begged a few grand out of him. "And you sent it to her, right?" I asked. He didn't answer that, so I can only feel that he really did give her the money. That's all he is to her, money bags. Rich Idiot, if you will. I promptly told him not to contact me anymore. I don't need that shit in my life at this time.

Upon glancing at his blog, he's in a sexual relationship with someone named Amanda. I wonder if this is his plot to try to say that my friend Mandy is sleeping with him, so I should trust him. Sorry, dude. That doesn't work for me.

I am tempted to move my brother in law in with my mother and let them kill each other. Hey, it's a thought!

There are many thoughts swimming through my mind right now. None that is worthy of being written down, though.
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