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I hate that the family that owns my work sucks. The parents are great - however the two very gorgeous sons are hard to deal with. The one rocks - he's weird and great to gawk at all day. But the other one spent all day telling me I'm literally 'a fat idiot,' and that I should skip the spinach and fruit salad that was the only thing I got to eat today. Self asteem = -100.
I miss my friends, being happy, my family, my mom, I miss all the things, someone pull out the tiny violin and play me a sad song.
@Dristin when my daughter was a baby, my ex and I used to have to take turns driving around town at night while the other slept in the car. Carseat was like the only way she would sleep for a good month or two.
Miserable.
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
Grandmother died a few weeks back, which was anticipated, but very quick in the end. Dividing her things was an easy process, no arguments, very civil. Whatever was left unwanted would be donated to charity or, if charity didn't want it, taken to the dump. After everyone had picked up their own things (which in some cases took its sweet time), there's basically been no help from my uncles to sort through the rest.
One of my uncles' ex wife (also a good friend of my grandmother's) has been there almost daily for two weeks, to pack, sort and take care of lots of things like clothing and the more intimate things a son might feel less comfortable taking care of. My sister has been by to help pack and sort through things quite often. I've been there as much as I've can, packing, sorting, helping to transport things to the dump, lifting heavy and mowing the lawn just to ease my dad's stress level. Oh, and ONE of my cousins has been there to help pack things ONCE.
To add to this, my dad lives in my grandma's house. It's going to be sold off, which means he needs to find a new place of his own and move out. While mouring the loss of his mother, and seeing to everything else.
My uncles? Aside from picking up their own things, they've not done shit. One of my uncles was supposed to house the gathering after the funeral, but when he and his wife heard that we were going to be 10 more than the extended family (loads of people, right?), bringing the total to 30 people, they suddenly decided they couldn't take care of it anymore. He came by and dropped the entire thing of finding an alternative in my dad's lap, saying he had no time to stick around cause he had to go home to feed his dog. The 10 extra people? My grandmother's still living very old friends, their two very good neighbors and my daughters father and that family (who were very close to my grandmother as well). Oh dear, no! We can't let the friend of at least 60 years, who sat AT HER DEATHBED attend the gathering. It will be too much!
Some friends to my cousin was interested in some of the retro furniture and were meant to call my dad to come pick them up. No call came and when my dad got in touch with his brother, he asked him (not too nicely) set a boot to his son's ass to get him moving or at least call and tell my dad if the deal was off. My uncle's reaction?
"Oh, but you know he's a sensitive guy and he's so sad now, because he's lost his grandmother."
WFT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!! As if we're not all sad and upset because we lost this wonderful woman! And you're saying this to the son, who has lost his mother whom he has lived with and had as a constant companion for the last 12 years? You don't think HE's upset and sad? HE also has to pack HIS OWN things, which you don't have to worry about, you fucking insensitive idiot, who instead of helping out with packing grandma's things during the weekends, go out to your summer house for some time to relax.
Oh, and to add to it, my grandmother on my mother's side is also pissing me off with her attitude towards my mother.
Sorry for long rage... It's just, some people don't think about anyone but themselves.
I told her she should of used a condom, this time.
We've had this issue every few months when she gets the right combo of drugs and booze in her, for the last 15 years. Maybe we'll go 6 months of no talking this time. No ragrets. Not even one letter.
(In the meantime I'll still pay her cell phone bill.)
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
TWO MORE HORSES COMING TODAY TOO.
So we're like no my little pony is going to starve under our watch, and set up the time for them to move last night, OF COURSE DURING HURRICANE/TORNADO MUSTANG. So 5 horses get brought into our barn and there's like 10 people there and then the hurricane stops, then wind roars like a dragon from GoT and somehow I see wind blowing sideways so hard I can't see anything else but white and tree branches flying sideways and into the barn, and I thought I was going to die for 25 seconds and I sprinted to the house to hug my puppy in the basement and then it stopped and went back to flooding and raining, and I lived.
But. Holy crap. It wasn't even like a real huge tornado, but I had to deep pool dive to get allllllllll the pool stuff and 6 heavy chairs from the bottom of the pool, and fix electric fence at midnight, and I also had to break @Rashar 's poor soulless heart and tell him MUSTANGS ARE NOT JUST BOYS THEY ARE GIRLS TOO.
Longest rant ever. TL;DR - I SURVIVED A PRETEND TORNADO IN THE HORSE BARN.
Fuck man. My face has been throbbing for TWO weeks now. It might not always rain, but whatever pressure fronts are going on is causing everything to swell. To a point where the roof of my mouth, my teeth, my cheeks, nose, up my nose and to my forehead all just HURTS.
It's not constant pain too. It ebbs and flows and sometimes it makes me whimper as it stabs my cranium. I am not full of snot, yet I feel like I constantly have to blow my nose, like it would relieve the pressure. Only everything is agitated and if I try to relieve pressure that way TOO much, I get blood.
Tl;DR: Mari's prior accident causes mostly accurate weather predictions by way of face pain. Weather has been shit recently.
Eff Comcast.
(Spinesreach): Xiuhcoatl says, "Oh man, grab the children-corn. This is gonna be good."
It's extremely frustrating. I feel like my brain is lurking in a cloud. So tired but I have no right to be, 14 hours yesterday plus 10.5 hours today. At this rate, I'm probably going to take another nap before I have to head to work because I'm still exhausted, even though I didn't do anything yesterday. For that matter, the only thing I do on a normal day is walk to buses on the way to/from work maybe run if I'm about to miss the bus. And it's not more than 3 miles total, so it's barely worth mentioning.
I rly wanna play 2, guys.
I sorry
Abhorash says, "Ve'kahi has proved that even bastards can earn their place."