Little Shit

So I talked to Little Shit today. We have this game now where we text each other hateful funny messages. For instance when he found out I got a new job and it was at a cemetery he asked if was so I could bury him there. I text back, "Oh no I don't have to bury you, I will just cut you up into little pieces and feed you to the birds.
In reply he said, " This is an awful volatile way to treat someone that holds the key to your daughter's heart."

This afternoon Little Shit took a 3 hour trip with my daughter (in my car) to pick up and purchase her new Lexus. He fell asleep in the back and and after he woke up I told my daughter to put him on the phone. I heard them bickering back and forth, but he finally took the phone. First I asked him did he have his head out of his ass yet. He told me he had a little too much to drink last night and he wished he had saved the drinking for the trip as my daughter's race car driving was scaring him to death and making him sick. (HA HA) That's nothing compared to her driving 90 miles per hour through the mountains of West Virginia and you see your life flash before your eyes. Anyway, I told him for someone who holds the key to her heart he doesn't know how to turn the lock yet. He replied that he is off her shit list now and has been transferred to her naughty list. I told him he is still at the top of my shit list. So it goes...
I threaten different ways to kill him and he threatens to send me their twins to raise. (HA) I told him today in a text of course, I take your twins, raise them and teach them how to throw a knife with a pic of you as their target.

So it seems Little Shit and I have established some kind of bizarre relationship.

What A Week!

So every week I have I have been checking the job boards and sending out my resume. I have been doing this for at least six weeks. Well it finally paid off. I landed another state position and all my benefits will transfer over. I will not loose my retirement (not so sure about AIG-Valic). My position is the Administrative assistant to the Director at the Veterans Cemetery here in my home town. Will I miss where I have been for the last 15 1/2 years...NO.

The other news is my daughter rented out her house, and found another place to live...not across the water as she first planned. She is moving in with Little Shit and his brother and taking my Granddog with her. I told her I get the dog at least once a week. I have also been driving her piece of crap car for almost three weeks. Tomorrow she takes check in hand and will be driving home her Lexius. (LA DE DA!) MUST BE NICE!!!

It will be real interesting to watch how things go over the next year. I hope I do not have to kick his ass!!!

Decisions

My daughter admitted to me the other day how overwhelmed she felt with all the decisions she has to make. Our life choices and who we put our trust in can sometimes take us down a rocky path. I just keeping hoping and praying she makes better choices this time around than she has in the past.

I am still driving her piece-of-shit car to work and back. She has been approved for a certain amount (that she would not specify to me) so it is only a matter of time before I have my wheels back and she is driving something new.Now as far as Little Shit goes, well they are really moving in together...with his brother. (I still think she is dating the wrong brother).

I had a very long chat with my daughter's best friend who is friends with Little Shit. I asked her to pass on this bit of information..."As long as he is sleeping in her bed he will treat her with the utmost respect. He will not abuse her mentally, emotionally or physically. He will not cheat on her. If I find out he is treating her poorly or taking advantage of her, I will come down on him like the wrath of God!. Remember to tell him that I know people who know people. I don't have to cut off his balls or kill him, but I can make his life miserable." She told me she would pass this bit of information on.

In other news, I have a job interview on Wednesday morning. It would be great if I got this position because all I would have to do is transfer my retirement. If I don't get it I will know it was not meant to be and I will keep looking.

Worry, Worry, Worry

I am one of those people who doesn't have to worry about not having anything to worry about. This week for example I was able to pick and choose my worries from a list that is getting longer everyday. For example:
My mom (is she going to die on me any day?)
My dad who is feeble and can hardly get around
My mentally ill brother with his delusions and voices whispering to him constantly
My job with all of the new policy changes and restrictions
My daughter and her unstable life
My granddoggie who may have cancer again
My husband who puts up with me and his ungrateful daughter
My daughter's old piece of crap car gave out...the engine is barely running
I traded cars with my daughter until she can get a new one and I am driving the piece of crap
THE LIST GOES ON

So now my daughter is going to not only move to Norfolk....but Little Shit is moving in with her! Not only is Little Shit (Yeah this is my new name for him) moving in with her, but his twin brother and another girl are moving in too. The more the merrier I guess! Well at least with all of them sharing the rent it should be less expensive and I guess that is what counts right now. It should be interesting to see what living with Little Shit everyday will be like. According to my sources he is a bit intimated by my daughter. He usually dates younger women...women who are not really women...yet ...19 or 20 you just have not lived long enough to have any gumption. My daughter makes demands..ha ha. He is not use to that because he is the one use to making the demands. His insecurities are showing!

Well, let me see what I can add to the worry list this week.

Mom

When I look back into my childhood the first memories I have of my mom was when I was around seven and a half or eight years old. Up to that point it is my grandmother I always remember. My grandmother had come to live with us before my brother was born in 1950. My parents were married many years before my brother came along, and I was born 4 years after him. My mom had always worked, even as an adolescence during The Great Depression she sold eggs from the farm and later during World War II when she was assigned to one of the first POW Camps here in the US for German Officers in Baltimore, MD. She was never the domestic type and so when she finally got pregnant after 13 years of marriage Grandma came to take care of us and my mom kept working. Growing up it was my Grandma who wiped my tears, and put bandages on my boo-boos. I can remember sitting in her lap as she sang me lullaby es and rocked me to sleep. She had a beautiful voice and I would love to hear her sing especially in church. I would stand next to her and hold the hymn book as she sang those old classic hymns such as "In the Garden", The Old Rugged Cross", and "The Church in the Wildwood". I did not really learn to appreciate my grandma until I was a grown woman and she was in her eighties. She passed away in the spring of 79.

I love my mom, but until I met my husband the year I was 17, I really did not have what you would call a close relationship with her. During that time, I started talking to her about life issues and when I married we bonded more. Presently my mom is 88 years old. She has outlived her three brothers, and her two best friends. In her old age she has always been spry if not as energetic as she once was and she does not have one senile bone in her body and her mind is very clear. She can argue politics and keeps us with current events and 8 years ago when the Supreme Court put Bush in the white house she went out in the back yard and burned the American Flag! (Oh yeah...she once was a political activist).

My mom also takes care of my mentally ill brother and my 91 year old father. She became domesticated once she retired almost 28 years ago. I was pregnant at the time with my daughter and she wanted to make sure she had plenty of time to spend with her only grandchild.

There have been times in the past twenty years when she was sick with one thing or the other, not anything serious. She has fought the flu during each winter, and even though she has high blood pressure and high cholesterol she did not get heart disease until her late 60's. She has lived a long time with being able to control both of those issues and I have always felt my mom was invincible...until now.

She had a mild stroke a few days ago. She is doing okay, is actually up and walking around the house. Her vision is somewhat whacky and she is very weak, but she is still here. The doctors have put her through several test trying to find where that blood clot came from, and even once or if they find it at her age what can they really do?

I hope I live well into my 80's or more and have the quality of life that her and my father have had. I also pray that by then I will see a grandchild of my own and not be so senile that I can't hold a decent conversation with my only child. Well, we never know what tomorrow will bring.

Neglectful

Thank God my daughter has no children! She is so busy...out every night doing whatever...that I took her dog!!!
Yes...I took the dog and told her she was being a neglectful mother and I was not going to stand by and see my grand dog suffer! So, I have had the dog for a week. I know she feels bad, but she must not feel bad enough to get her priorities straight. She has a 50 gallon fish tank, the fish are most likely dead by now.

I really do not know what has happened to my once responsible daughter. I guess she is just going through something and I have to wait until she comes to the end of it. Of course by then, I will be stressed to the max as usual. I am considering taking out another life insurance policy and making my will. HELP ME PLEASE!