Adventures in Idiots

I will take disowning for 1000, Alex

After a conversation with my Mom today, I have decided that there are a few members of my family that I would like to disown. Not my sis or parents. Just an uncle and his wife and possibly my grandpa’s daughter – technically she isn’t a blood relative so I will happily settle for just [...]

After a conversation with my Mom today, I have decided that there are a few members of my family that I would like to disown. Not my sis or parents. Just an uncle and his wife and possibly my grandpa’s daughter – technically she isn’t a blood relative so I will happily settle for just torturing her endlessly.

My Grandma has Alzeimers Disease and for the past year, my Dad has been taking care of her. She is in a facility for patients with this disease but my dad goes there daily. He brushes her hair, helps her shower, dresses her and otherwise handles her needs. The facility just keeps her safe…and locked up so she doesn’t wander around the world. Grandma is happy. She stays busy. She has a private room and the facility is wonderful. She even has a telephone in her room so the family that is out of town can call her. (this will become important later)

I have an Uncle who is retired – like my daddy. He and his wife travel a lot. They have 2 homes. One here in the USA and one in Puerto Rico. They frequently visit the Keys. Since Daddy moved my Grandma here so he could take care of her, do you know how many times this Uncle has been to visit his own mother? Ummm once. For an hour or so. While he stopped by on his way to spend a week in the Keys. It is about as often as he has telephoned her as well. Do you know how many times he has called my father to question the costs – not the quality – of Grandma’s care? Pretty much on a weekly ongoing basis. Dad gets these same inquiries from the step sister. No questions about Grandma’s care or her health, just about how her money is being spent.

Do you know why this is? Because my Grandma is loaded. Yep. My Grandpa was pretty much a brilliant business man who loved real estate. He took very good care of Grandma while he was alive and he saw to it that she would be cared for in the same manner once he passed away. She is in this facility because she has a disease that makes it unsafe for her to live without constant supervision. She would set the house on fire, give away everything she had or worse yet, wander off and not recall who in the hell she was. None of THAT matters to these few members of the family though. All they care about is how much of her estate will be left for them when she passes. How crappy is that?

The only reason I get pissy about this is because the stupid assed emails they send and the phone calls they make, affect my Daddy. My Daddy who sees his mother on a daily basis. Often more than once per day. My Daddy who has to go through her closets and return items to the facility that Grandma has stolen throughout the day because she doesn’t know any better. My Daddy who often has to bathe his own mother because she has become incontinent now and he doesn’t want her smelling like piss and shit. Yet, they can’t call her. They can’t inquire about HOW she is doing. It is quite obvious that they just care about the money. I am ashamed to call them family and to know that I have the same genetic make up as people who can be so shallow and uncaring.

I would love to tell them what I think of them. I would love to have them see what this is doing to my Daddy. I would love just once for one of them to make a sacrifice in their busy as fuck life and come TRY to do and deal with what my Dad is handling EVERY SINGLE DAY. It would be a futile waste of my energy to rant and rave to them. Is it ok that I am hoping my grandma outlives them all? Fuckers.

Little Monsters

It would be natural to assume that this post is about Halloween – given the title. But the assumption would be wrong. Nope. This post is about rotten children that are growing up in today’s world….and their suck assed parents.
Last week, Hub and I are watching the news. Up comes a story about 5 [...]

It would be natural to assume that this post is about Halloween – given the title. But the assumption would be wrong. Nope. This post is about rotten children that are growing up in today’s world….and their suck assed parents.

Last week, Hub and I are watching the news. Up comes a story about 5 youth who doused a boy with alcohol and then set him on fire. This happened here in South Florida. It was apparently due to flamer boy ratting out the heathen leader after heathen leader stole a bicycle. This was how they chose to seek revenge on flamer boy. Oh and did I mention that these boys were 13 – 15 years old. All of them.

They showed the “accused” boys while they were in court. These kids looked evil. They were smiling. They were at ease. They were not scared. They had just set a kid on fire with hopes of killing him. A slow and painful death. Over a bicycle. At the end of this story, the reporter let all of us know that the parents of these “accused” boys were supporting their kids.

As a parent, I understand this statement. Supporting my kids. I can tell you that if my child flips his cookies and commits a crime of this extreme nature – I will let the world know that I love my kid but that if they don’t get locked up for the wrong doings, I will be beating them senseless. Is this wrong of me? To actually say out loud that I fully expect my kids to be punished if they do something wrong? To not hesitate to mention that I have dished out spankings when they have been deserved. Yet wow – look at my kids – they respect people….they play by the rules and they are HAPPY.

I looked at these boys who were all comfy standing in court and I was thinking quite a few things:

1. What kind of kid thinks that dousing another human with alcohol and setting them on fire is ok behavior?
2. Where were the parents when all of this was taking place?
3. What the hell kind of world am I living in that creates monster 13 & 15 year olds of this magnitude?
4. Wow, I am glad my kids are well behaved and have been taught how to respect others.
5. Someone needs to take the parents of these 5 boys and lock them up right along with their lovely children.

I am judging. I am sitting here and not knowing the situations of any of these families. But I will say again – what the hell kind of kid is it that thinks that setting another human being on fire is ok?  If you have a kid that thinks this sort of thing is ok, you know it. You may choose to overlook the signs but inside, you know that there is something wrong with little Johnny. Get them help. It is my responsibility as a parent to raise my children to be contributing members of society. I don’t think burning up a classmate would be considered a contribution. Get them help for fuck sake. It’s YOUR job. You know, the one you signed up for when you had sex and procreated? Don’t pretend that YOU are somehow the victim. I really don’t want to see this kind of news story on my TV again.

I am wondering

Is it normal for hub and I to periodically drive to the new house? We wander around the yard. Trying to memorize every inch of it. I even touch the stucco and tell it that it won’t be empty much longer. It is a part of our family legacy already and our name isn’t even [...]

• Is it normal for hub and I to periodically drive to the new house? We wander around the yard. Trying to memorize every inch of it. I even touch the stucco and tell it that it won’t be empty much longer. It is a part of our family legacy already and our name isn’t even on the deed yet. Is this normal?
• Is it wrong that I completely have no feelings about our current landlord? Like, NOTHING. No compassion. No respect. He is the biggest idiot that I know. I haven’t admitted this to his face because I really feel like this would be sending out bad Juju into the universe. Can’t have that.
• Is it bad that I sometimes really have no desire to be around people? I go out of my way to avoid human contact aside from my immediate family. I only get this way when I have been inundated with stupidity and I am afraid that if anyone else displays any of that – I just might go postal.
• Am I wrong for expecting my kids to clean up after themselves? Like, put their dishes in the sink and taking their dirty laundry to the hamper. They seem to look at me like I have grown gills when I am standing there explaining that I think they need to be doing this – so I just want to be sure that it is normal parental behavior.
• Is it wasteful of me to continue to buy a lottery ticket each week? And then to mentally have a list of what I would do with it should I be the lucky sap who wins? Sometimes, this dreaming that I do, you know, in case I am a sap, is what keeps me sane.
• Exactly how much sex is considered normal for a married couple? Sometimes I feel like my hub is holding out on me. Turning me down just so we aren’t, you know, weird.

Any input and help would be appreciated. Really.

Could It Be?

I think, that I will have an entirely free weekend staring at me as of tomorrow. As in – no company scheduled to come. No obligations to send us anywhere. Nothing but relaxing and doing only the things that we WANT to do. I am not sure that I know what to do with myself. [...]

I think, that I will have an entirely free weekend staring at me as of tomorrow. As in – no company scheduled to come. No obligations to send us anywhere. Nothing but relaxing and doing only the things that we WANT to do. I am not sure that I know what to do with myself. I think I am going to start with a morning of blogging. Perhaps some extra visiting to Facebook…over a nice cup of fresh juiced yumminess. Then, I am going to slather myself with my tan accelerator and put myself in the middle of my pool. Lose myself in a book for a while. It is going to be 97 degrees here in Miami tomorrow. Perfect day for baking the grumpies away. I am going to pretend that I haven’t been dealing with nimrods for the past few weeks. I am going to ignore the to do list on my desk. I am going to bury my work list – at least for a few hours tomorrow….while I consume a very large bottle of wine. And then…I just won’t give a shit about any of it. Only then will I stumble back into the house.

Ahhhh. Now THAT is peace.

You Big Pussy

Lately, it seems that everywhere I turn, there are cry babies. People who are whining over their life situations and doing nothing to change them. Can I mention how much I dislike lazy asses and even more than lazy asses, I really don’t care for whiners? Really. If you are going to do nothing [...]

Lately, it seems that everywhere I turn, there are cry babies. People who are whining over their life situations and doing nothing to change them. Can I mention how much I dislike lazy asses and even more than lazy asses, I really don’t care for whiners? Really. If you are going to do nothing but lay there and cry about your health, your financial woes, or your living situation…do us both a favor and just shut the hell up.

Don’t make excuses for why your life sucks. Step up and DO something to change it. Don’t sit back and tell me how miserable you are. Make the choice to be happy. Why don’t you try putting someone else ahead of yourself for a change? Give something of yourself and stop expecting others to always give to you. It really is a good concept. If the rest of the world would start practicing that, we would be living on one happy planet.

You send all that negative shit out into the universe, you aren’t getting help & sympathy back. Karma sends back what you send out Einstein. When people hug you and pat your back, that isn’t compassion. They just don’t want you to see them rolling their eyes.  When they don’t answer their phones when you call, it’s not because they are busy. They just don’t want your big pussy ass to infect them. Don’t believe me? Dial my number. If I don’t answer, you know why.