MD has been home from New Mexico for less than twenty four hours. Of course, she is happy to be home, back in familiar surroundings and away from some Ungodly types, including her dad who claims to be a born again kind of person. Yea...right. I have never known a true Christian to ask and talk like that!
Picking her up was pretty darned easy, even driving to downtown San Francisco. She only waited five minutes for me. The bus depot had moved in the two months she was gone! I went to the old location, because you can't get through to the customer service number at any time of the day or night. She got dropped off and then found out where she was from the old depot and got over there lickety split. It worked out all and all.
This morning she got up got dressed, sat down at the computer and put applications in at five different job places. She got a call back from one place right away and went to an interview this afternoon. She called a bit ago and told me she has an appointment for a second interview. That is a good sign.
BUT, she has decided to hang out with a couple of friends, so that could be bad. I can't make decisions for her and I can only suggest what she should and shouldn't do. The rest is up to her.
At least for the most part she is headed in the general direction of right!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The Other Shoe ALWAYS Has To Drop
I. HAVE. HAD. IT. UP. TO. HERE!!!!!
Why?!? Why?!? Do I need to put up with this? O.M.G.
I just got a call from MD back in New Mexico. She was crying. She's been calling Saturday nights to check in. That's when the calls are free. So I thought it was odd that she call me in the middle of Tuesday. I should have known. Things blew up for her and her dad back there. Of course, dad was at the helm. He is always at the helm when things blow up. That is why he is my EX.
Apparently, he got into it with the people they were staying with over the people's dogs. (I'm a if you are being put up in my house, you deal with my fixtures, even if those fixtures are my dogs kind of person) You don't "get into it with me about my dogs" Unless of course, my dog(s) piss on your tuxedo jacket a half hour before you are going to a piano concert...in this case, that isn't the case.
He got kicked out of the house...to the tune of the cops would be called if he showed his face. Ever. Again.
He told MD to sit tight, he'll drum up some other poor souls who will take them in. (not his words exactly) Well, now, one of the people at the house where they were living, had told MD that she would drive her to a job interview this morning, but decided she was a dink and couldn't be bothered because of the aforementioned high drama from MD's dad.
MD went ballistic and packed up their toilet paper (? - don't ask) Then gave a portion of it back when asked, but proceeded to go and tear up a stuffed animal that belonged to one of the residents there. (don't laugh, you are getting the story exactly as I was told it)
Now, she is kicked out.
Dad secured a place temporarily with a couple who are friends of his. They used to live here close to me. They are retired and had moved to New Mexico to RELAX.
Well, the phone call went downhill with MD. I told her to get to the post office and put in a change of address to here and have her dad get her back here. She's trying to sober up and doesn't need to learn his stupid ass dry drunk ways. I really don't need or want to deal with her, but I cannot for the life of me figure what else to do. I told her to do the change of address because she JUST got her unemployment straightened out and was going to be getting her first checks from them. ACK!!!
Now, she will have to wait some more. It's been two months since she started her claim.
The dad calls me back and started in on his, "Oh did she tell you this, and that and I told her this and that." "She's not the victim here, we are all responsible. We know this." "I told her to keep her mouth shut."
I wonder why someone didn't tell him to keep his mouth shut...where does anyone think she is learning this from?
Well, let me tell you. After listening to the same freaking bullshit I listened to for eight years when we were married I BLEW UP!
I told him I was sick of him giving up every time things got a little tough. I told him he needed to grow the eff up and deal with it. I used some very colorful language here and there.
MD just called me back to tell me that she will be in San Francisco tomorrow night at 7:30, the dad had just gone out and bought her a bus ticket here.
I feel so bad for her. Yes, I know that a lot of what has happened to her in the last six years is her bad choices, decisions and actions, but she had nothing to go by but what her dad had taught her. She idolized him before and especially after he and I divorced, so she would never listen to me.
I am so done with him and now I think she is too.
Why?!? Why?!? Do I need to put up with this? O.M.G.
I just got a call from MD back in New Mexico. She was crying. She's been calling Saturday nights to check in. That's when the calls are free. So I thought it was odd that she call me in the middle of Tuesday. I should have known. Things blew up for her and her dad back there. Of course, dad was at the helm. He is always at the helm when things blow up. That is why he is my EX.
Apparently, he got into it with the people they were staying with over the people's dogs. (I'm a if you are being put up in my house, you deal with my fixtures, even if those fixtures are my dogs kind of person) You don't "get into it with me about my dogs" Unless of course, my dog(s) piss on your tuxedo jacket a half hour before you are going to a piano concert...in this case, that isn't the case.
He got kicked out of the house...to the tune of the cops would be called if he showed his face. Ever. Again.
He told MD to sit tight, he'll drum up some other poor souls who will take them in. (not his words exactly) Well, now, one of the people at the house where they were living, had told MD that she would drive her to a job interview this morning, but decided she was a dink and couldn't be bothered because of the aforementioned high drama from MD's dad.
MD went ballistic and packed up their toilet paper (? - don't ask) Then gave a portion of it back when asked, but proceeded to go and tear up a stuffed animal that belonged to one of the residents there. (don't laugh, you are getting the story exactly as I was told it)
Now, she is kicked out.
Dad secured a place temporarily with a couple who are friends of his. They used to live here close to me. They are retired and had moved to New Mexico to RELAX.
Well, the phone call went downhill with MD. I told her to get to the post office and put in a change of address to here and have her dad get her back here. She's trying to sober up and doesn't need to learn his stupid ass dry drunk ways. I really don't need or want to deal with her, but I cannot for the life of me figure what else to do. I told her to do the change of address because she JUST got her unemployment straightened out and was going to be getting her first checks from them. ACK!!!
Now, she will have to wait some more. It's been two months since she started her claim.
The dad calls me back and started in on his, "Oh did she tell you this, and that and I told her this and that." "She's not the victim here, we are all responsible. We know this." "I told her to keep her mouth shut."
I wonder why someone didn't tell him to keep his mouth shut...where does anyone think she is learning this from?
Well, let me tell you. After listening to the same freaking bullshit I listened to for eight years when we were married I BLEW UP!
I told him I was sick of him giving up every time things got a little tough. I told him he needed to grow the eff up and deal with it. I used some very colorful language here and there.
MD just called me back to tell me that she will be in San Francisco tomorrow night at 7:30, the dad had just gone out and bought her a bus ticket here.
I feel so bad for her. Yes, I know that a lot of what has happened to her in the last six years is her bad choices, decisions and actions, but she had nothing to go by but what her dad had taught her. She idolized him before and especially after he and I divorced, so she would never listen to me.
I am so done with him and now I think she is too.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Summertime...
Here on the central coast of "sunny" California, summer is as it was years ago when I was in school. Foggy most days and then on the other days it was drizzling. Our summer weather comes in September and October, when, for me, it is unbearably hot.
My OD has abandoned me for warmer climates. She went to Clearlake in between semesters. I love it! My house is quiet and drama free. Except for the DOG DRAMA. There's plenty of that
YD and her boyfriend have been by the house almost every day. I think she doesn't trust me alone. I might get into trouble. I like when they stop by. Her boyfriend gets out the lawn mower and mows my weeds for me. Then he waters them.
Work is slowing down again. People are spending their hard earned bucks on back to school supplies, not hardware. Although I did upgrade my newest department. The office and school supplies. I brought in pencil boxes and pouches, and some brighter colored binders. I have every conceivable style of pen and pencil imaginable.
I also brought in sewing stuff. Just a little endcap's worth of goods. Stuff that if you were to sit down to do a project and found you were out of something...hand needles, thread, crochet hooks or knitting needles, snaps, hooks, etc. I had fun deciding what to bring in.
Next week I am adding Testor's Model paints to my list of art supplies in the art department. (I'm just having a great time spending my boss' money!)
Today I plan on altering my OD's new scrubs for her. She had to buy a larger size to fit every where it needed they fit, but they are a little too big in some places. She needs to scrubs for the next semester.
Since she has been gone I have done a little deep cleaning in places around the house. Now the house is absolutely cleaned and I can sit down and do the sewing. I may even get to some sewing that is more fun than necessary
It just cracks me up, because she is always telling me that "I" need to pick up after myself more often. It seems since she isn't here the house stayed clean once I cleaned it. Hmmm...wonder who needs to pick up after herself more often??? (Hint: Her dirty clothes are still in the bathroom, mine are all washed, dried, folded and put away)
WOW! What a long and boring post this has turned into. Oh well, it is the way things are around here. I am loving the peacefulness of this house right now. It's nice.
My OD has abandoned me for warmer climates. She went to Clearlake in between semesters. I love it! My house is quiet and drama free. Except for the DOG DRAMA. There's plenty of that
YD and her boyfriend have been by the house almost every day. I think she doesn't trust me alone. I might get into trouble. I like when they stop by. Her boyfriend gets out the lawn mower and mows my weeds for me. Then he waters them.
Work is slowing down again. People are spending their hard earned bucks on back to school supplies, not hardware. Although I did upgrade my newest department. The office and school supplies. I brought in pencil boxes and pouches, and some brighter colored binders. I have every conceivable style of pen and pencil imaginable.
I also brought in sewing stuff. Just a little endcap's worth of goods. Stuff that if you were to sit down to do a project and found you were out of something...hand needles, thread, crochet hooks or knitting needles, snaps, hooks, etc. I had fun deciding what to bring in.
Next week I am adding Testor's Model paints to my list of art supplies in the art department. (I'm just having a great time spending my boss' money!)
Today I plan on altering my OD's new scrubs for her. She had to buy a larger size to fit every where it needed they fit, but they are a little too big in some places. She needs to scrubs for the next semester.
Since she has been gone I have done a little deep cleaning in places around the house. Now the house is absolutely cleaned and I can sit down and do the sewing. I may even get to some sewing that is more fun than necessary
It just cracks me up, because she is always telling me that "I" need to pick up after myself more often. It seems since she isn't here the house stayed clean once I cleaned it. Hmmm...wonder who needs to pick up after herself more often??? (Hint: Her dirty clothes are still in the bathroom, mine are all washed, dried, folded and put away)
WOW! What a long and boring post this has turned into. Oh well, it is the way things are around here. I am loving the peacefulness of this house right now. It's nice.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
So many things
Last month was a whirlwind of stuff. Wait! Last month wasn't May!
Let's see...May and June were whirlwinds. Okay, that's better.
And here we are, in the throws of July.
I have been sick for seven of the eight days of July. Today, my oldest daughter yelled at me for not going to work. I have been at work all of fourteen hours this month. Counting today I would have perhaps 46 hours of work, if things were normal. I had taken off Saturday and Sunday so I would have four days to spend the 4th at Clearlake with my dad. I got sick Friday before I left and took part of that day off work. Wednesday I went in to work and lasted all of two hours. Today I didn't even try. So the kid is telling me she doesn't want to hear about it when I can't pay the bills. I told her I was sure she wasn't worried about me paying bills when she was off gallivanting with friends for extended weekends and camping trips to Southern Ca. or buying bridesmaids dresses when she's on unemployment, or the gifts she bought for friends and their kids when the utility bill was due. Mean words. I am feeling mean.
Then after she came out of her room, she was all, "What meds have you been taking Mom? Are you drinking water? You need to keep yourself hydrated." I replied with a "Harrumph!" and she said, "I'm only trying to help!" Yes, I feel so helped.
The lake would have been great, except that I couldn't eat much. When I did it was all I could do to get to the bathroom on time. It was hot, I didn't sleep well. But I did get to spend some time with my dad. My youngest daughter along with her boyfriend, his daughter and her friend had fun playing in the water and eating Popsicles. (Their basic diet for the weekend) Really it was a better weekend than staying here and listening to all the neighbors shoot off their illegal fireworks in an attempt to burn down the town.
The new dog had some fantastic firsts this weekend. I was really pleased at how he has come along. He was loose...actually free to run, run, run all weekend. We have an acre up at the lake. It isn't fenced in, but the dogs can roam without running into trouble. He wasn't really into swimming at first, but learned to love it. All the other dogs play in the water and fetch balls, so Trey learned what fun that was. He met a few other dog friends and got along with them all really well. I learned that at times, it does take a community to train a dog. Everyone worked at his training which made him understand that much more that he is a loved member of the family and in turn behaved as such. It even went well for him when he grabbed the whole chicken off the counter right next to my dad. He was soon surrounded by everyone as someone pryed his mouth from around it. The chicken still tasted good, and now we have another story to tell.
Oh Yea!
In other news...MD's father finally stepped up to the plate and took over parenting of MD! It only took him twenty four years. Better late than never, as they say.
She had moved out, stayed with a girlfriend, and at the beginning of May got herself into more trouble than ever. She ended up coming back here much to my chagrin. The dad stepped in. He has now moved her to New Mexico to a rehab house about an hour and a half from where he lives. She will be there for six months to a year. She seemed to be okay with it. In fact, from what the dad said the last time I talked to him, she was excited about starting her new life! I know before I took her to the bus depot on the 29th of June, she was looking up jobs that were available there and looking at housing. I am happy for her that she has this opportunity to be away from the influences of friends here who are not really good friends. I can't wait to see how her new future unfolds. She has such great potential, I just couldn't get her to see it.
I think that should be it for now. I need to go see if there is something I can put in my stomach that will stay there. Wish me luck.
Let's see...May and June were whirlwinds. Okay, that's better.
And here we are, in the throws of July.
I have been sick for seven of the eight days of July. Today, my oldest daughter yelled at me for not going to work. I have been at work all of fourteen hours this month. Counting today I would have perhaps 46 hours of work, if things were normal. I had taken off Saturday and Sunday so I would have four days to spend the 4th at Clearlake with my dad. I got sick Friday before I left and took part of that day off work. Wednesday I went in to work and lasted all of two hours. Today I didn't even try. So the kid is telling me she doesn't want to hear about it when I can't pay the bills. I told her I was sure she wasn't worried about me paying bills when she was off gallivanting with friends for extended weekends and camping trips to Southern Ca. or buying bridesmaids dresses when she's on unemployment, or the gifts she bought for friends and their kids when the utility bill was due. Mean words. I am feeling mean.
Then after she came out of her room, she was all, "What meds have you been taking Mom? Are you drinking water? You need to keep yourself hydrated." I replied with a "Harrumph!" and she said, "I'm only trying to help!" Yes, I feel so helped.
The lake would have been great, except that I couldn't eat much. When I did it was all I could do to get to the bathroom on time. It was hot, I didn't sleep well. But I did get to spend some time with my dad. My youngest daughter along with her boyfriend, his daughter and her friend had fun playing in the water and eating Popsicles. (Their basic diet for the weekend) Really it was a better weekend than staying here and listening to all the neighbors shoot off their illegal fireworks in an attempt to burn down the town.
The new dog had some fantastic firsts this weekend. I was really pleased at how he has come along. He was loose...actually free to run, run, run all weekend. We have an acre up at the lake. It isn't fenced in, but the dogs can roam without running into trouble. He wasn't really into swimming at first, but learned to love it. All the other dogs play in the water and fetch balls, so Trey learned what fun that was. He met a few other dog friends and got along with them all really well. I learned that at times, it does take a community to train a dog. Everyone worked at his training which made him understand that much more that he is a loved member of the family and in turn behaved as such. It even went well for him when he grabbed the whole chicken off the counter right next to my dad. He was soon surrounded by everyone as someone pryed his mouth from around it. The chicken still tasted good, and now we have another story to tell.
Oh Yea!
In other news...MD's father finally stepped up to the plate and took over parenting of MD! It only took him twenty four years. Better late than never, as they say.
She had moved out, stayed with a girlfriend, and at the beginning of May got herself into more trouble than ever. She ended up coming back here much to my chagrin. The dad stepped in. He has now moved her to New Mexico to a rehab house about an hour and a half from where he lives. She will be there for six months to a year. She seemed to be okay with it. In fact, from what the dad said the last time I talked to him, she was excited about starting her new life! I know before I took her to the bus depot on the 29th of June, she was looking up jobs that were available there and looking at housing. I am happy for her that she has this opportunity to be away from the influences of friends here who are not really good friends. I can't wait to see how her new future unfolds. She has such great potential, I just couldn't get her to see it.
I think that should be it for now. I need to go see if there is something I can put in my stomach that will stay there. Wish me luck.
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