Today is fucked. I know it already. Tuwella did something so nice for me last week, it blew my mind. I have three shit tires on my car and one new one. I was forced to get the new one when one of them blew and wasn't worth fixing. The others are so yuky I have to air them up all the time or they'll go flat and I can never go out of town. Every time I save for new tires, something else comes up. I'm sure a lot of you can relate. Anyhow, last week a guy from the garage showed up and took my car and returned it with new tires. He also rotated them and did a general tune up. Tuwella called him and paid for it all out of the blue! I though, OMG, she's trying to get along and it was so generous. I've been so busy lately, I didn't even consider her ulterior motives. I didn't. I know! I know. I should have know, it's not like I don't know her. Jesus. Turns out, she bought the tires so she can go visit her sister, Aunt Bitch Face. Bitch Face survived that awful surgery and is now re-cooping in a nursing home in a small town about 20 miles from here. I think she'll make it home again. It's pretty amazing.
So, that's where I'm headed today. The old lady wanted me to take her yesterday, but, Lis was home sick from school and she really was sick. She was coughing and her throat was sore. Tuwella said we could take the kid and she could sleep in the car. I said, are you kidding me? No. I am not leaving a sick child in the car (so you can gossip with Bitch Face for three hours!). That's the kind of shit she did to me when I was a kid and it came back to me how goofy she was. She was truly puzzled, she didn't understand why that's wrong. Just like she doesn't understand why she has to wear her seat belt or why we can't park in a handicapped zone with no tag. Or a million other things.
Anyway, that's it. I will be waiting in the car for hours while she talks to Bitch Face about how awful all the relatives are, including me. I'm the worst one, according to them, but, I'm the only one, so far, that's driving over there. (Put that in yer Bitch Pipe and smoke the fuck out of it, old ladies.) But, that town has an Earl May nursery. So, I can get some Rosemary, finally, and maybe some plant I've never heard of. And I'm pretty sure it has some thrift stores. I'm going to sneak off and find them. I have a little fun money from readings that I've put back. Heh heh. She will never know. She'll be in that nursing home for hours, in fact, she loves it when she makes me wait in the car, so she'll probably stay forever (or until school lets out and I HAVE to leave).
She's already bitching about that old chair in the back seat. I really can't take it out yet. It's heavy and I haven't figured out where to put it. I asked her, what she was planning on putting back there? Her sister in a wheel chair? Planning to kidnap Bitch Face, are you? I would not doubt it a bit, but, I won't be a party to that one. I'm just a tiny bit worried about Lis, she feels alright today, but, you never know with kids. That kid loves to call me from school about anything and everything, but, she knows the deal today. I told her she has to power through, because I won't be home.
I won't be home, is going to be my motto now. At least once in awhile. This little trip is a chore (a horror) and one I was ordered to make. But, I've decided to stop being a recluse and actually get out among real people once in awhile. I actually got out and looked up some friends I haven't seen in ages and I'll type more on that later. I can't stay here and listen to this family shit all the time anymore. It's too stressful. Oh, Lissa had her first visit with her mother Sunday. She's out and about. It went well, Lissa was happy about it. She has such a deep fear that she'll lose her mother, that she needed to see her in person. I hope the visits continue, but, they have to take place here. Orders of DHS. Stressful. So, yeah, I need to get out more and I'm going to do it. It's hard for me, but, I know I can do it and I know it will be good for me. I hope you guys have a day or night that will be better than mine. But, I can stand anything for one day, and I got new tires out of the deal. I'm a tire whore now. That's a new one.
Love the shoes. I've always admired ladies that can walk in heels; I would fall flat on my face. My oldest can walk in them/run/dance but at 5'8 she thinks she's too tall. I would buy all the cute heels at the VV Boutique if she asked lol.
ReplyDeleteSusan, she does the runway walk. She loves those model shows. Your kid should thank her lucky stars for her height! I think Lis is going to be tall too. She loves it.
ReplyDeleteTo everyone, have I told you how much your comments mean to me, 'specially now. Thank you. I'm sorry they have to be on stupid moderation right now, but, that's how it has to be. I can't do net wars. I am to busy. If anyone has anything to say to me, you can say it here. If you speak in a civil way, I'll let on. To the rest of you, HUGS, and have a good day. I'll check in the minute I get back.
ReplyDeleteDear DD, Did you receive your package yet / also 2 emails, one with a funny photo? I hope Lis's style phases don't convert from Goth to Paris (Herpes) Hilton before the box gets there. Hahahah x0
ReplyDeleteI'm not trying to be a jerk here, but why don't you have a handicapped tag for your car? With the medical issues that you have had, and transporting old ladies around who have (I'm assuming limited capabilities) you should have one. If I were you, I would talk to DMV, and take a form to your doctor's office for them to sign. I think that's how it goes, anyway. My husband has one due to the cancer/chemo/radiation injuries to one lower leg, and the crushing injury to the other foot. My MIL has one for her own reasons. I would think you might qualify. I don't think it costs anything. Maybe you're not interested. I don't know, but I hope I'm not offending you by suggesting it.
ReplyDeleteI hope you find a lot of interesting places to shop and look around today, Pat. I absolutely despise the whole being bored in the car thing, and kind-of have a fear of it, because it happened to me all the time when I was little. It actually makes me a little queasy thinking about it. Probably sounds pretty silly, but we were made to sit quietly in the car or stand quietly, not touching anything, when our parents were doing boring things. We had nothing to play with, and were watched like hawks in case we made any noise, touched things, acted like kids, etc. That's why when I know I am going to be sitting somewhere for an extended length of time (car repair, etc.) I need to have not one magazine along with me, but two or three, a sewing or crocheting project, plus things to do on the phone, and snacks. I take a bag with me.
Anyway, enough about me, I hope your day is going well, and that your mom is easy to deal with.
Christina
Mary Mary, it was here when I got home! I'm waiting for Lis to open it and I'll write you and take pics. So exciting!!!
ReplyDeleteI was right, the old lady left me a half hour to spare here. I have to go pick up the kid now.
Christina, you could never be a jerk, you're too sweet. Okay, I think I will ask about a handicap tag. I'll call the DMV next time they're here. They are here once a month. Or maybe every other month. In this hick place, it's a traveling show for DMV. I'll find out.
ReplyDeleteI know about car waiting. Gowd, I grew up in cars. Now, I wait for the old lady for hours. She doesn't even know I snuk out and found some shops. Most were too expensive. I did get some cool flip flops and one pair of leggings at a thrift store. Got some good ideas for things to make.
I grew up with my stupid mean older brothers always waiting in a car for hours in the hot southeast Tx heat. Hours. Fucking bitch.
ReplyDeleteAny who, been wanting to tell you how nice and fresh it smells in here. I love spring cleaning!
Wish I could take out the trash for you.
Love ya, DD!
Cut, that means a lot to me. Thank you. Spring cleaning, huu. Oh, my. This place isn't dirty so much as cluttered. OMG, it loos like a hoarders house and I have DHS coming in two days. I have to get on it, but, the garden calls! If I don't get my seeds in now, it will be too late. AGGG! Plus I wasted a whole day on Tuwella and Bitch Face. I was right, she wants to bring my aunt home to live with her. OMG.
ReplyDeleteDD, I don't know how Iowa is but I bet it's pretty much the same in every state. Print the form that's on your DMV site. (Or ask a friend to print it.) Bring it with you when you go to the dr. Then bring or mail it to the DMV. There's no charge here for a hanging tag. And I don't think there is any extra charge for a plate.
ReplyDeleteI think we would all like to see Lis with her new goth gear. It's not for me to tell you how to parent Lis, but pleeeaassseee try to turn her from the Paris Hilton thing!!!!! If you don't, the next thing you know, she will have Nikki shaved and carrying him around in a big pink purse. Just say NO!
Thanks Jane, she knows nothing about Paris except her pink style. I'll post a pic of her at her Goth best. It's very cute. I keep her toned down for school.
ReplyDeletePat;
ReplyDeleteDid you ever get your email fixed?
Cut, no, but, I've made it workable. You can email me.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that you are moderating your comments now. That dam troll really needs to be locked out once and for all and this the only way to do it and non of us have to be confronted with nasty comments any more while you can have the pleasure of hitting DELETE.
ReplyDeleteI hope you had a great day with your mother in the nursing home while you sought out thrift shops. I'm glad she had to pay for the trip with new tyres for you. I remember how hard it was for me, and it's only a matter of time before I get to that stage again. This year car mechanics have wiped $3000 off my bank account for repairs. Just think of all the FUN I could have had with that money! When I turned 50 my parents gave me $500 and that went straight towards buying new tyres for my car. The next time my car needs a major repair I'm ditching it and that will be the end of cars for me.
Good for her on the shoes & general being an awesome kid.
ReplyDeleteQuick Q as not been around for a while, where is misstia?
Bubble at work
Last winter I kept getting hung up in the deep snow. One of my bosses came out to see if he could help, but the county plow was already there pulling me out. When i got into work, he said he had looked at my tires and I needed new ones cuz I have F.W.D. and bald tires. He said he had an appt for my car the next day to get 2 new tires on the front. And told me my back tires were in good shape. I told him I couldn't afford that! He told me he was getting them and that was that. He didn't expect me to pay for them. It was his idea. So, I accepted and was very grateful. And my tires grip the road now and no more paying a Dollar for f'g air! I hate that! AIR? Costs money now? JC! Anyways, so I totally get what happened to you and it's awfully nice. Period. I even got my AC fixed last week! I hadn't had it for 3 summers. I die in the heat, it makes me ill. This is such a huge deal for me. I love it. I am happy your mom did a nice thing, regardless of her motives. It's still your car. That's awesome. :)
ReplyDeleteBubbles, I don't know what happened either. I'm in the dark on this one.
ReplyDeleteIs Tia trolling here or something as anon? I guess I don't check in often enough to understand what's going on either. But she's the only person that would attack others. It's just my guess. Ignorance is bliss, in this case. I know "Nuthink!"
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