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Good Lord, alot of shit has happened in two years. Thanks Justin for grabbing my old stuff from "Peacock Drama". For you new readers, that was my blog during my sons Castle High School Years from 2001 to 2005. A modern day diary of sorts. Life at the moment. BLOGGING, I love it.
In a blast from the past I would like to update, or should I say fast forward two years a post titled Peacock Ruffles Her Feathers. I posted this in June of 2005. The house that I was speaking of in that post was one that my husband, then known as "Bud", built as a spec home and was sold to a young professional couple, a Doc fresh out of Residency and a practicing New York Lawyer. First of all we no longer refer too my husband as "Bud", only because he can no longer afford to splurge on the big name beers. I guess we should refer to him as "Busch". Back to the 2005 post, I totally knew from the beginning these people were trouble. She was a suffering woman with two kids a two year old and a six month baby. Typical Docs wife right. Rightfully so, she did have a reason to be mad at the world. Her baby had just been diagnosed as being blind with no hopes of restoring his sight. The poor child was pitiful. I really felt sorry for them. Then they got more bad news he had other disabilities as well. Therefore, not only were they dealing with a major purchase, they were also reeling from a dismal diagnosis for their youngest child. To top all of that off, they were running away from medical bills back on the east coast that were a result of the baby's constant care. A financially struggling resident doc with large medical bills. Not good. Law suits were arriving at their home by carriers daily even before they took possesion of their new home. They were basically running away from trouble back east trying to get a fresh start.
I am sure you can guess that this was a nightmare of a closing. Partly because of their duress and partly because of the other Realtor. I have never seen a bigger suck up realtor in all of my life. Not only did she play nanny, she brought them every meal, and sent over her cleaning lady to clean their new home daily. She totally enabled the distrust that was brewing. Of course she was paid and went on her merry way. She collected a fat check for a few weeks work to the tune of about $15,000. We, on the other hand picked up a fat check that we quickly dispersed in payment of past due bills and then we were left with a big fat law suit which is still going on. This is the part that i find extremely funny. I am in the middle of a bankruptcy. They are suing for what. . . I really don't know, nor do I care. I don't care because it is a frivilous claim of poor workmanship. NOT! They are really trying to find a way to pay their insurmountable medical bills for their pitiful child. End of subject. They will get NOTHING out of us we are tapped out of assets. BROKE and BUSTED are words that would describe our financial situation. We sold all of our assets to pay our bills. There is nothing left to sell. I think they are now trying to confiscate my Porsche. It blew a engine a year ago so I am not sure they know it has little value without that. New engines run about $10,000. So lets recap the last two years. I used to live in a beautiful home in a prestigeous golf club community. Now I live in a rental house. Its nice and I am grateful for the opportunity to rent a home instead of trying to fit the brood into an apartment, but we do only have one bath for the three hatchlings. Instead of touring about town in my beloved Porsche automobile, I now drive my sons worn out Ford Mustang. The odometer is inching very close to 200,000 miles. The air conditioner no longer works so in the steamy midwest where our temps have been running above 95 for weeks. The thing is a death trap because it rolls on balloons instead of tires. These things look just like racing slicks. A new set would be too costly for my budget so I throw the dice every day that I start the engine, hoping that I will make it safely. Starting the engine is another thing on the verge. It cranks for nearly ten seconds before it fires up. I think the old pony is tiered. But once again I am extremely grateful to have something to drive. Thanks Justin. Anyone that thinks bankruptcy is easy needs to think again. It's horrible and humiliating. We have chose to not run away from our problems and to stay in town and face people head on. Trust me people stare and talk but I just ignore their ignorance when I can, and when I can't, I get very depressed and go home and drink my depression away. Cheap medicine. We have no insurance so therefore we do not go to the doctor, dentist or buy anything other than asprin for our headaches and tums for our stomach upset. Hanna has not been to the dentist in two years. Jerry probably longer than that, and the same for me. Cody hates the dentist so he chooses not to spend his money on a check up but Justin does take care of his dental care.
I believe the government will be through raking us across the hot coals of the court rooms soon. It has been going on for 15 months now. Surely they have to realize they are wasting the taxpayers money by dragging us up there over and over when we our tapped out of assets. Now they are just going for blood. Its time to stop the crusifixion and let us start over.
It seems that I am well on my way to a funny farm, physc ward, where ever it is they take people that have just had enough of dealing with life. I can't seem to kill the pain with wine, so maybe I need medical intervention.
A brief summary of the day. I now lay in bed to seven so I can shorten the tortures of the day. Laundry, dusting, vacuming and picking up the house, just in case a realtor wants to show it. Hanna wants to go to Tri-State with a friend. I said that would be fine. The husband said he was going that way and he would take her.
Lunch was at Culvers. The food was excellent but it was a very uncomfortable meal as always because of the conversations at our table. We are not fit for public consumption. Justin goes with me to the Nursing Home to see my Dad. The smell knocked you down at the door today. Can anybody even imagine the torture I am going through keeping my Dad there under those conditions. I do so because he is getting excellent care from many very caring people. The doctor wanted him to rehab somewhere and he was turned down by St Mary's because of his alzheimers.
Apparently you need short term memory to rehab there. Justin brought in some of Jennas' yummy M & M cookies to share with Papaw and Mamaw. I think he enjoyed it but he could not understand why they had green things in them. I guess he does not like the green M & M's. I am going to bring in Justin's XM radio today and see if he might enjoy listening to the fortys channel. He does not like to watch television anymore. But he sure seemed to enjoy the live entertainment that they brought in the other day. A older guy that I will refer to as Cowboy Troy and an Average Joe in his t shirt and cut offs sang everything from old country ballads to Elvis tunes. Some of the residents tried to mimic old dance steps that they vaguely seemed to recall while they were tethered to their wheel chairs. Others sang along even though they did not remember all of the words. But everyone seemed to really enjoy the music. A moment back in time. A sweet reflection of their past. I only know by the looks on their faces that they were happy then.
I am sitting there working a word search, watching my Dad sleep when I get a call from Husband chewing me out because his daughter needs a ride home. I do not have my car, I was trying to make my twenty dollars worth of gas last at least a week. Forget that idea Al Gore I am never going anywhere without my car again. I was chastised for leaving everything up to him and had to listen to how tired he was of running up and down the road.
Dinner was to be at Olive Garden. I will never learn not to go out with him when he is in one of his drunken stupers. He bitched and moaned about everything while we waited with many other willing patrons for a table. He blurted out that he wanted someone to sit buy him quickly on a bench before "some fat ass sat by him." He was referring to the rather huge lady that sat down in the bench a couple feet away. No doubt she heard him. To fast forward a bit, about twenty minutes passed and he assumes that he is being overlooked so a hostess overhears his constant complaining and checks his buzzer in hopes of trying to calm him down. She returns and lets him know that there are seven tables ahead of us. Explicative and more explicatives. He states that we were told ten to fifteen minutes and that this was bullshit. The next thing I know he is marching over to the hostess stand and tosses the buzzer at the guy that quoted the wait time, very loudly calling him a liar. Would you call that hostess harrassment? Here I go once again following after him like he is my master and I am a little inferior nit that is totally incapable of being civil as well. We travel home. I totally came unglued. I guess I have reached the extent of my patience, or possibly my wits end. I put the car in park in the middle of the road and threatened to get out and walk but quickly came to my senses when I realized I had on four inch heels. I screamed at him so loud all of the way home that my throat is sore.
The spaghetti that that I had warmed up for Hanna sat in the kitchen sink half eaten, hopefully she did not do anything to gross in it. I poured another glass of wine, ate my twice eaten spaghetti and went to bed. I was too mad to sleep so it was a very long night....The sun is up, Cali has been scratching at the door for hours and I can't make myself respond. Pretty pitiful. I am going to the gym today to work out some of this stress. I hope that is the cure that I desperately need. Its a new day...life goes on...I am over it. I blog this, hence I ever forget, my life seems so sureal.
What's the best practical joke you've pulled or had pulled on you?
Submitted by Mike Schwartz.
This is complete proof that my family is a bunch of smart asses. For 6 months, my brother knew I wanted the iPhone and demanded he work the launch so he could sell it to me. I didn't want to deal with a salesman who was going to try to upsell me a bunch of stuff. I just wanted to come in, buy my phone, and leave. Who better to do that than my brother?
So I wait outside of the AT&T store for 8 hours on the iFriday. I get inside, Cody grabs my phone and tells me the price. I hand him my Visa and he runs the charge.
He looks up at me slowly: "Your card was declined."
My heart jumped out of my throat and I let out a massive gasp. He then started pointing and laughing at me.
"Got ya!"
My father is in the hospital again. He managed to make it past the Fourth of July holiday before returning to his fourth floor "suite", in St Marys Hospital. I say this because we have spent many days sitting and waiting while they poked and literally prodded his tired body. Luckily so far they have patched the problems and sent us home. Our last visit, Easter Sunday, really scared me. The whole family had gathered together to celebrate
Easter as we have for my whole life. Instead we spent the evening at the hospital worried sick about my Fathers health. He was also in the hospital on the fourth in 2006 as well.
Here is my point. I have two brothers that are way too self involved. This is not what I think,but apparently my Mother is getting more upset by the day at their lack of interest in their own Father. I personally am not worrying about what they are doing, it never even crosses my mind that they are slacking. I will confess that I do beam just a little at the thought that after 51 years I have finally made it to the top, in my Mothers eyes. Trust me she is a tough sale. I never thought I could ever pass up those brothers of mine. My oldest brother was naturally a favorite, just because of birth order. He held that spot for at least 30 years. He fell off of the top and tumbled to the bottom and my younger brother has been perched on the point for many years. Unfortunately for him, he has just been "too busy" with his recent job promotion. Can you every justify being too busy for a five minute phone call. I can't even imagine what it is like for my Mother to sit there day after day caring for my Father. She leaves the house once a week to do the marketing and dash in to the beauty salon for a quick hair do. She feels that she is placing a burden on me by asking for me to sit and enjoy time with my own Father. I am there to give her a break because she needs it.
I just want to spend all of the time that I can with my parents. We are all living each day with no promise of a tomorrow, but when you are in your mid eighties that is a daily reality. I love them both more than any one will ever know, and any time I spend with them is a treasure not a sacrifice. The song is dedicated to my parents. They truly have lived The Good Life!
