July 31, 2007 at 10:27 pm (Stuff)
Yes I’m going to whine about the heat again – it’s a Canadian right. It’s 11:25pm at it’s still 94F outside with the humidity and no breeze to speak of.
I say it’s a Canadian right because in about 4 months I’ll be complaining about the snow, cold and wind chill factor.
It’s what we do.
A more stimulating post tomorrow (stop laughing, I am capable) about my trip to the lawyer’s office this afternoon.
July 30, 2007 at 1:52 pm (Family, Wonder Boy)
Sorry for the absence. Life seems to be getting the better of me these days.
And I get to see my sister’s engagement ring in person finally. And presents!! Did I mention presents? Oh, and margaritas, can’t forget the margaritas.Lastly, my mom is training to run another marathon for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. here is the link to her training and donation page if you feel so inclined.
July 25, 2007 at 8:17 pm (Family, Wonder Boy)
WB has finally finished the latest Harry Potter book and started answering emails and phone calls again. Here is the latest in IM messages.
Me: How has this week been?
WB: Apparently Grade 2 -3 is code for hell spawn.
Me: LOL. They can’t be that bad. (woot!! no grandkids for sometime!!!!!)
WB: Seriously, they are awful and if I was ever that bad, I apologize a hundred times over. Demon seeds all of them.
Me: Well the week is almost over and then a whole bunch of new kids. Thanks for going to see Grandpa last night.
WB: You don’t need to thank me – it’s my Grandpa. If it wasn’t 2 hours round trip, I’d be there more. And you’re in no shape to be there.
Me: Well, I appreciate it.
WB: Jackie at the hospice warned me on my way in that the Step Monster was there.
Me: She did?!? That’s weird.
WB: According to Jackie “that woman should come with a bitch warning stamped on her forehead.” I told her she wasn’t the first to think that and thanked her for the heads up. She gave me a cookie for fortification and then hugged me on the way out. Gave me a cookie to give to you but I ate it You did good picking this place for Grandpa.
Me: She’s never said anything to me about that and I told her to tell me if there were problems.
WB: She said “I don’t want to worry your mom, she’s going thru enough, but that woman is not nice. We’re taking extra care of you and your mom because of her”. And then she gave me another cookie.
Me: I may just be giving your University money to the Hospice buddy. And you should weigh 500 pounds for all the food you eat. But I love that she is being good to you.
WB: With HER there, they’ve earned it. Jackie’s a sweetie. Give my money away mama, give away. Their taking care of my Grandpa and us.
July 24, 2007 at 7:08 pm (Family, Work)
On a happy note my little sis got engaged last night. I love her fiance. Love him. He is the solid to her flighty. He takes all the wackiness that is my family and rolls with it, while smiling. Welcome to the insanity Ed, we’re lucky to have you.
And some more Cincinnati highlites:
That’s it for me….I need to go rest my head. Until I get better I can’t see my Dad. Who, we have moved to the Hospice for his final days. Nicer, calmer surroundings and right now they are just medicating him for pain management. Again, thank you for all the kind words and support. You guys rock.
July 24, 2007 at 9:09 am (Stuff)
Hey, look what I have.
I’m blaming it on Cincinnati. Freezing air conditioner levels in the Convention Hall and 110F outside. Oh, and the hour and 15 minutes of sitting on the tarmac Thursday night, trapped in a small plane, with 2 people coughing up lungs.
Shoot me now. No, please.
July 22, 2007 at 8:29 pm (Work)
· Hey look, we’re flying on a plane that seats 30 – no one told me – I require Valium for this. I don’t do small planes.
· A small plane + 2 air pockets = pale, clammy, heart attack ready Jo
· The Cincinnati OHIO airport is located in KENTUCKY (WTF??)
· Walking 20 football fields from departure to baggage claim because the “subways” run every 30 min on Sundays, but no one knows which 30 min.
· Pre-paying and pre-tipping for a cab to the hotel and asking if you can have a smoke out front. “Sure, but you can’t smoke in Cincinnati. Anywhere.” (Obviously never been to Cincinnati…keep reading)
· Cab driver with no sense of direction or a passenger side mirror. Saw Kentucky twice and entered Ohio twice on the ride. The U turn he performed on the freeway would have executed better with said passenger side mirror….hence no red car going 60m/hr grazing us.
· Westin on 5th street – gorgeous. Beds to die for. Crawl in and pass out instantly, whether tired or not
.· Cincinnati downtown – dead on a Sunday at 4pm. Dead. But all the homeless people are smoking…so I can right? Kentucky??
· Wendy’s, Taco Bell and MacDonald’s closes at 6pm on Sunday. WTF????
· Check out a couple bars for closing time – 10pm Mon thru Thursday. Where are the people??
· Convention food for dinner; skip the meat as we can’t decide if it’s chicken, pork or turkey. Enough said.
· Hang out at the Cadillac Ranch for a couple – apparently waitressing is an art that hasn’t found Cincinnati yet. 20 minutes on a quiet night for 5 beers……….enough said. Smoking avaible indoors???? Haven’t seen that since Dallas, but okay. Apparently Kentucky hasn’t crossed the bridge in awhile.
July 22, 2007 at 5:11 pm (Family, Work)
That’s my kid as the moose…and still picking up chicks. It’s a talent.
Sorry for the drought…..I got in late Thursday and worked a double Friday and then 8 hours Saturday and Sunday.
Dad is in ICU. His liver and kidneys are failing. It’s a matter of weeks right now. I am not dealing with this well at all, but at least I’m here. It started Tuesday and my sister took off for Halifax on Friday because it was too much.
Cincinnati was interesting and once I’ve managed more than 3 hours of sleep, I’ll tell ya all about it.
July 14, 2007 at 4:52 pm (Family, Wonder Boy)
Yes, SHE is for real and yes I have thought about calling a few friends and seeing just how much cement boots would cost.
Don’t know yet if the lawyer has talked to her but he promised to call my cell as soon as he did. With me being out of town till Thursday and wanting to keep my Aunt from having to deal with it, all I can do is wait. What finally dawned on me today is that when we move my Dad from the hospital to the Hospice, we will have to go to the house. I will need to get things from there for him – clothes, pictures, nick nacks – to make his room feel more like home. I will have to see HER.
While right now I am having fantasies about kicking her ass, I know I will have to keep the peace and bite my tongue if I want to keep my sanity. And that’s what it’s all about these days, maintaining my sanity.
WB is spending the week end with my mom and my Aunt Rita – getting his cheeks pinched, repeatedly told how tall he is and being spoiled. The kid deserves it after what he did for me the other day.
Apparently SHE called WB on his cell to see how camp was going – you know the whole, appear to give a shit about others game plan. Last time she called WB was a year ago for his birthday. SHE asked if he was okay with everything going on with his grandpa and if he needed to talk (seriously bitch?!?). He responded with he was fine, he had me and familyto talk to. Then he asked HER why SHE was being so un cooperative with all the planning and why SHE was being so hurtfull towards his mother. HER answer was that he was too young to understand and it had nothing to do with him. WB told HER he fully understood everything and was not a child. SHE hung up. I love WB and if he was here, tons of hugs and kisses.
So, that’s it from me for a couple days as I’m off to Cincinnati for work. Not too sure if I will have time to post or be able. I want to say thanks for everyone’s words of encouragement, support and just stopping by. I will make it through this…one step at a time and if I have to, bail money may be required.
Talk to you Thursday:)
July 13, 2007 at 8:43 pm (Family, Wonder Boy)
So, fun day. Not. Flaming bamboo shoots underneath my fingernails with a little chinese water torture thrown in would have felt like a walk in the park.
The house is in both their names – (what were you thinking with Dad?) and everything else is in my Dad’s name. So, legally we (his estate) have to pay the bills. The lawyer has dealt with HER before, so he’s going to call and talk to HER. See if he can reason with HER. A little, “if you pay for the utility bills, when Bill goes, there will be more money.” I can only hope the golddigger in HER responds to that. If not, my second job money is going to pay the utilities and that will mean taking money away from my son’s future which makes my blood boil.
It was asked “How are you keeping it together?” I don’t know. Maybe I’m fortunate that right now is insane at work, I have to leave Sunday am and have only managed to get my hair done so far out of a list of 15 things. Maybe its because I haven’t slept more than 3 hours a night for the past week (can not shut my brain off). I don’t know why I’m holding it together, but I know I have to.
And for your enjoyment, another funny IM between WB and I earlier tonight:
J: How’s camp? Everything good?
WB: All’s good. I was Marvin the Moose.
J: Huh?
WB: I was the mascot at the Friday extravaganza. (They have a fair like thing every Friday and the Moose costume is made for someone at least 6ft)
J: Why?
WB: I’m the tallest counsellor this year.
J: So you walked around all day in a moose costume? Are you doing this every Friday?
WB: Yeah, you can’t have a droopy moose.
J: LOL
WB: Mind out of the gutter Mom, you’re talking to your kid.
J: Thanks for the laugh.
WB: I tripped over my own feet twice today, I was like road kill moose.
J: ROTFLMAO
WB: Therapy bills in my future, therapy bills.
July 12, 2007 at 8:29 pm (Family)
I’m referring to my step-monster, not me, although that’s debatable today.
The hospice for my dad is going to cost some money, obviously, as its not covered by insurance, etc. So, as I had to sit in my dad’s lawyer’s office for a couple hours a month or so ago, I know he can afford it without breaking him. I also know, that SHE pays for nothing. The house is paid for and my dad pays all utilities and food.
So, the place we found is perfect. It’s close to me and my dad’s sister that lives here. It’s next to the local hospital and 15 minutes from where he’s receiving his treatments. The warmth from the staff, the residents….it’s all good. And it alliviates some of the guilt I feel not being able to take him into my home.
My Aunt Pat called HER for me and told HER that to ensure financial well being for my dad, SHE would have to pay the utilites for the forseeable future. SHE had a temper tantrum.
Apparently, SHE did not sign up for this when SHE married him and SHE will not sacrifice HER lifestyle. He is our problem and I have been told this many a times, so why am I trying to scam money out of HER.
I have refrained so far from calling HER back, but its coming. I am trying to contain / work thru some of my anger before calling but its hard. SHE works full time and makes more than I do. I know the car she drives is paid for, so we’re talking maybe $250 a month in utilities and buying your own god damn food.
I am fully aware I am dealing with a selfish child here but it’s hard to rise above it. Very hard. I would like nothing better than to kick HER sorry ass out of the house, but I can’t. And I can not for the life of me wrap my head around how uncaring and cold some people can be. Yes, my sister is selfish but she looks like a saint compared to this one.
My Aunt Pat and her husband have offered to pay the utilites, but they shouldn’t have to. I have an appointment tomorrow with my dad’s lawyer about all this, which is something I do not have time for right now. I leave Sunday at 6am for Cincinnati and have not packed, done laundry, got my hair cut or dyed (from 2 weeks ago), finished the presentations for Convention or done all my member postings. Oh, and I need to go to the bank for US money. For Happy Hour.
I’ve just had enough.
