Halloween

Halloween went pretty good.

No one thought to buy candy, so I had to make a mad last minute run up to the store for at least a bag of candy for the little ghosts and goblins who would within an hour be pounding down the door. I only bought one large bag of candy. I ran out half way through the two hours of trick or treating. Oops!!

Which brings me to wonder, why am I the only one to even care about this stuff? And ... I make a mere fraction of what these clowns pull in yet I'm the ONLY one who had money for candy? Or much of anything else. WTF do they spend their paychecks on? Sure isn't things that are needed for the house.

Grrrrrrr ...

So anyway ...

My mom bought costumes for Alien's boys. A cute skeleton costume for Butterball and a bee costume for JR. We had problems connecting to get the costumes to the boys, so at noon on Halloween we all met up here at my house. Alien had the day off, so we surprised my mom with her being here with the boys.

And what a hoot the boys were!! JR jumped in my mom's van like he'd been doing it all of his life (he'd never been in it before, and barely recognized my mother at first, LOL). But he was all about that van!! He climbed in the back and planted his fanny in one of the seats. I think he thought he was going for a ride with his "Gigi". He actually had to be pulled out of the van when "Gigi" was ready to leave, he sure wasn't going to leave otherwise!!

I had given Butterball a tin of Altoids with only about a dozen of the candies in it. They sure love their (my) Altoids, and will actually go in my purse to where they know I keep the tin. But I was way ahead of them this day!! I handed a nearly empty tin to Butterball and he proceeded to open it and give one not only to his brother, but to Gigi, too. He sure loves to share.

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Alien's job is going well. She's loving it, and will be working full time as soon as a slot for a full timer opens up (expected to happen within the next week or so). Until then, her manager has her working full shifts anyway.

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Around here, there are certain people that get upset if I don't immediately do something I promise to do (which I don't do often, for obvious reasons), but if I ask "the next time you go to the store can I come along", or "can you pick me up this or that, here's enough money to cover the cost" ... I GET NO RESULTS.

I really wanted (needed) to go to the thrift store for a new pair of pants earlier in the week, and somehow was forgotten when Gadget ran to the same thrift store that only the day before she had promised to take me with her.

And this isn't the first time she's done this to me, either. In fact, every time I ask to tag along, she's forgotten!! Or so she claims.

I also don't understand how someone who needs to be in control as much as Gadget does, seeks my approval so often. "Mom, I did the dishes", "Mom I took the trash out".

You don't know how bad I want to give her a gold star every time she says "Mom, I did ... "

I just don't understand the extremes this one displays.

***** STAR TREK CONTENT *****

It's been about six months since I took over being "Captain" of our "ship" ... six months of planning and reorganizing things. Six busy months, and I'm enjoying every minute of it for the most part. I do delegate a lot to other members, so I'm not overwhelmed ... and it's getting more members involved in the club. I still need more involvement, but it's slowly happening. My goal is to be the best chapter in our region. It's not that far-reaching of a goal either, our region isn't the most active within STARFLEET, so being number one is just a matter of more member involvement. We're only "competing" against one other chapter ... a Canadian chapter, one that has a lot of activities and member activity. It's a friendly competition, since this is the chapter not only one of our closest friends, the of the Commander of STARFLEET, but a few others of our best Trekkie buddies!!

The chapter that Gizmo helped start up in Escanaba may be breaking up already. Politics, nothing more than politics. Their captain is a young kid, a dyed in the wool trekkie ... but he's not happy with the way the chapter is going. Nor are his chapter members happy with the way he runs things with his over-bearing often childish fits if he doesn't get his way, so there's another mutiny in the works with a vote of no confidence upcoming.

This young lad doesn't want someone else running his chapter, so he's pushing for disbanding. He even called me and asked if I would have a problem with him recommending his members join our chapter way down here in the Lower Peninsula!! Hello? We're eight or more hours away and you want them in MY chapter? Sure why not. I need more correy (correspondence) members. NOT. I need people who can actually attend meetings. Oh well, what's a dozen more members who live too far away to attend much of anything? We've already got members in Wyoming, Indiana, and Canada ... what's a few yuppers (residents of Michigan's Upper Peninsula) gonna hurt?

Actually, now that I think about it, they have a few members that, although far away, would be a great asset to our chapter. Their enthusiasm and willingness to get involved would be welcomed, even if only online or on Skype!!

So, now we wait to see if they'll disband and join our chapter, or if they decide to try to work out the problems they're having with an over-enthusiastic often overbearing "captain".

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Not a whole lot else going on here tonight. Quiet. Gadget and Gizmo are sleeping, DIL is still at work, Grandson is at his other grandmother's house, and Married Son just left this morning after a much needed week at home.

I'm enjoying the quiet, even if it's 1 AM!! Gonna go watch some Adventures of Sherlock Holmes on Netflix now ...

Yay Alien!!

So, Alien got the job at the Salvation Army store.

After the initial interview she was hired, but would have to attend the orientation in Detroit. I thought for sure she'd say she couldn't make it, it was too far for her car to make it (which is true). But ... and I'm sooo proud of her for this ... she called my ex father in law, her grandfather, and explained the situation to him. He volunteered to take her all the way down to Detroit. Bless his heart!

So ... she starts tomorrow. First day on the sales floor. Should be interesting. She's never worked in a service job before, but I'm sure she'll be okay. After all, she IS outgoing, friendly and helpful (she's MY kid, what can I say?). I believe she'll be a natural at it. And she does pick up on things quickly, so I'm sure she'll be fast to learn all the departments they have. Oh, they guarantee her 30 hours a week! Cool!!

I did notice, though, that on facebook she made a request for a babysitter, saying she didn't want the boys to be exposed to the crap at home alone with their father (or something to that effect). She has offered to pay a small wage to whomever takes her up on sitting.

I have NOT offered to watch them. Nor will I. If she asks, that's different, but dammit, I'm not offering. And IF she should ask, there'll be stipulations ... like the boys must arrive bathed and in clean clothes (they often look like "mud-babies" when they come over) ... and she's to pack a meal for them (or provide ingredients so Gramma can make lunch or dinner) ... and if I have use of a vehicle for the day she's to leave their car seats in case I decide we need to go out for the day.

So, we'll see where the sitting ends up. Personally I'd prefer to do it rather than see their impatient and somewhat rough (and abusive) step father watch them.

I know, I know ... I said I wouldn't help her out. But, this IS for my grandsons health and well being, and I'm not contributing financially - she'll have to pay ME (even a few dollars a week) ... nor will they be living here, lol ...

So long as she asks .... I AM NOT OFFERING!!

Puh-leeze!

It's been a rough week here. Nothing much really, just a lot of Gadget drama.

It started with her grandmother dying on October 15th.

Knowing the way she reacted when they thought her son's gf might be pregnant (five weeks of crying, of locking herself in the bedroom, of secrecy - I had to guess after five weeks what the "problem" was - ... and the saying he's still a baby himself, and turns out no pregnancy afterall), well, knowing she overreacts to situations, I feared that she'd be in for a long, hard time with her grandmother's passing.

October 15th was also Alien's 21st birthday. I took her and her family out to dinner (nothing fancy, McDonald's for the kids to play on the playland while we adults talked). To my surprise, at the last minute, Gizmo decided to come along, leaving Gadget at home.

We had a good time with Alien (more on that below), got home after an hour or so, and I thought I best go talk to Gadget, give her my condolences.

She was anything but depressed. "She was old" and "she was an evil woman" were but a few of the things I heard. And then I was treated to a long and detailed family history worthy of a soap opera of it's own. Imagine Days of Our Life meets the Beverly Hillbillies (only without the striking it rich part).and you've got pretty much what I had the privilege of hearing. All the while, Gizmo, his back to her as he sat at his computer desk, rolled his eyes and made funny faces.

But then the drama began ... Gadget was supposed to watch Grandson whilst DILs parents (who usually babysit him when DIL works the afternoon/evening shift) were in Kentucky on family business. I made myself available to watch Grandson so that Gadget could go to the funeral home for visitation on Thursday and the funeral on Friday.

You'd have thought she was getting ready for a mission to the moon!! Detailed "directions" as to when and HOW to watch Grandson.

Excuse me? I've had over three decades of raising kids ... you just need to tell me the when part. I got soooo tired of saying things like "I have it under control", "I've raised kids, I'm sure I can figure out how to watch a seven year old" and once again finally "STFU will you? I'm not a moron."

Thursday rolled around. She was at the funeral home for most of the day (yay, she's outta MY hair!), not coming home until well after 9pm. Grandson and I had a ball!! As soon as he got home from school the first thing he did was to bear hug me and ask "are you ready to hang out Grandma?" We watched a bit of tv, had a picky eater friendly dinner (and he cleaned his plate, too), then played a game on my computer. All the time snuggling and cuddling. That boy sure loves his cuddles!! He even went to bed without any arguments.

The next day, Friday, was Gadget's grandmother's funeral. Gadget was home before noon. No brunch, no wake. Just plant poor grandma in the ground and call it a day. Then again, if my cousins were as horrible as she makes hers out to be, I'd have ran for my car immediately afterwards, too!!

So, she's home in time to get Grandson off the bus and watch him for the rest of the day. Poor kid comes up to me and asks "can I hang out with you instead? Aunt Gadget is just so boring next to you, Grandma". Bless his little heart.

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October 15 ... Alien's birthday "lunch" at McDonald's ... being as broke as I am McD's works good (and the kiddies can play while the adults talk), but no one complained!! Even the Knight in Rusty Armor was almost tolerable. Well, not to Gizmo anyway ("Mom, I wish he could be removed from the gene pool" he says afterwards), but that's a different story.

It did start to rain, and thus cut our visit short. How would rain do that, you ask? Rusty Armor started to freak "it's raining!! My car doesn't run in the rain, and I have no windshield wipers" ... so they rushed off before the rain got any harder.

That, however, cancelled the rest of our plans for the afternoon. Going shopping for Alien's birthday gift. I usually pre-shop, but since she needs clothes, I told her we'd go together so she could try them on before I bought them. And those plans were cancelled thanks to a short sprinkle. Yeah, it only rained lightly for just a few minutes. Long enough for Rusty Armor to panic and drive the three miles home.

The day after Alien's birthday a card arrived in the mail for her (at my house) from my mother. It contained a check and Mom didn't want Rusty Armor to know she sent a check so she sent it here (good thinking, Mom!!). She wanted Alien to be able to spend it ALL on herself, all one hundred dollars. Mom also sent an early birthday check for me in the same amount.

Today Alien and I went shopping. Alone. Rusty Armor actually volunteered to watch the boys so we could have some mother/daughter time. Okay, who are you and what did he do with my idiot SIL?

Anyway ... for three hours we had fun. Shopped, bought, and sat in the van talking afterwards (hey, why hurry home if we don't need to!). It was her first time without the boys or Rusty Armor in almost three years. Let her enjoy it!! Oh, and Alien got a job application from one of the places we went (The Salvation Army Store). She filled it out in the van, and turned it back in to the hiring manager. She has a job interview tomorrow. Wish her luck!!

We did have fun until we went back to her house. Seems there was some drama with my ex father in law trying to find her (he even came to my house I found out later) ... and thankfully my ex FIL isn't MY problem anymore. But, you could tell that Pa put an end to what had been an enjoyable day for the Alien. And by the time we got back, Rusty Armor was his old self again.

I couldn't stay long. I just can't deal with the stupidity that comes out of Rusty Armor's mouth. I did stay long enough to visit with Butterball and JR, and for them to empty the Altoids tin of about a dozen Altoids that they know I keep in my purse . Yes, my grandsons love Altoids!! I don't dare have more than a dozen on me or they'd eat a whole tin.

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Alien bought a few pairs of much needed blue jeans, and a Halloween costume for Butterball. I bought a few things; a pink short sleeve top, an adorable embroidered denim shirt, a few shirts for all three of my grandsons, and a few other things.

One of the "few other things" was a doll. Walking the aisles of the Salvation Army Store, I spot a life-sized doll that actually stops me in my tracks!! It looks just like Butterball!! At two dollars, I just couldn't leave the doll sitting there looking so sad. It'll be cleaned up (lots of restoration for this good quality doll), get it new outfit and start a new life as a much loved boy doll. I sure can't have a Butterball look-alike going through it's life as a little girl!!

It'll stay in my collection, but this doll was obviously made to be played with. It's a good quality doll, vinyl head, legs and arms, and a soft sculpted body that was made for cuddling (it's so soft and thick). "He" looks to fit into real baby clothes, I'm guessing either a 9mo or 12mo size. I'll take it with me when I'm ready to buy it a wardrobe at the resale shops.

And heaven help Rusty Armor if he says "boys don't play with dolls".

Beam Me Up Scotty!!

There's no intelligent life around here.

Really.

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We had a power failure last night. It lasted about seven and a half hours - starting around 2:30 am. The first ten minutes of it, Gadget comes practically barging into my bedroom "OMG, are you alright?" Hello?!?! This isn't my first power failure baby, won't be my last either. We have power failures. Lots of them. Last night's was the third in three weeks. Really. I can handle it. I don't need someone hovering over me "do you need a flashlight", "don't move until I get a light in here" ... and on and on.

STFU!! I've lived here 18 years, I can find my way in the dark, really. Well, I could IF you'd get out of my way. Oy!! Let me get the candle off the shelf across the room. I can do this myself. TYVM.

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At least the power failure was a nice reprieve from the STARFLEET drama I'd been dealing with up until the lights (and internet) went out.

Oh, I should probably insert here ...

STAR TREK CONTENT

Our ship ... chapter ... club ... whatever ... has about 25 active members, about as many inactive members, but the inactives aren't the drama. Seems we have one member, who happens to live in Wyoming (yes, WYOMING, not even in our "region") and loves to cause drama. When Gizmo was the Commander he appointed this man, whom I'll call SS (his initials, lol), to the position of "Marine OIC (Officer in Charge). Although he happens to hold other STARFLEET positions, including "Office of Recognition" of the STARFLEET Academy. I should probably also mention that SS has never attended a meeting, I've never met this man face to face. He's been pestering me for months that we need to make ALL meeting Skype meetings for those who live too far away to attend. It does sound like a good idea, only ... don't talk the topic to death. I heard you, I responded (we're looking into it) now be patient.

My XO sent an email reminding all senior officers that their "reports" were due by 5 pm the day of the meeting. FN, our Science Officer who usually attends meeting couldn't make it so he emailed his report to me, the XO and the rest of the senior officers. Here's where the drama starts ... the Science Officer sent in Academy results for every member who had Academy activity this month. Technically that should have been SS's job, only SS never reports anything to me or my XO!!

AND SS didn't like that!! A series of emails (six all told, CCed to me and Gizmo) between my XO and SS ... bitching up a storm saying that this is his "job" not FNs to report. But he's "not jealous" ... bullpucky. The way he's carrying on reminds me of a spoiled child who isn't getting his way. And the name calling he did in his emails towards FN was not called for!!

I must commend XO for handling it for me, he did superb in telling SS to basically stuff it without actually saying stuff it. After pointing out where SS has never turned in a senior officer report, nor awarded certificates and recognition awards from STARFLEET he stood firm in "my original orders to FN stand, he will be submitting the Academy reports".

SS's response was nothing but a series of excuses as to why he's accomplished nothing. Oh, and each one still managed to bring up the Skype topic, too. Oy!

Senior Officers are APPOINTED by the Captain ... and I'm seriously contemplating removing him from Marine OIC. You can't play nice and get along with your little friends (and be grateful someone else is doing a very labor intensive report), then you can sit by yourself at recess ...

This isn't what I expected when I ran for XO back in 2011. But then, I didn't expect the crew to mutiny to have the Captain removed, and I'd be the new Captain.

I can't wait to see what 2013 brings!!

Back to normal ...

whatever normal is around here anyway.

Married Son left two days ago, headed towards Iowa with a delivery. How he does it in the little cargo van is beyond me. There's no bed, like in the semi truck ... and he sleeps in the vehicle. He seems fine with it, though.

But the day he left, I haven't been out of the house since. Not that I haven't tried!! Gizmo is leaving his van at work, says that he can't afford gas this week (and his boss will let him bring the fedex truck home) ... so no van for me to drive. Forget my offer to pay for the gas I use, it's fallen on deaf ears.

And there's no way in hell I'm driving that death trap that Gadget drives!! Last time I did drive it - about three months ago - one of the tires blew up on me!! Thankfully it was fifteen feet from the driveway on my way back home after running my errands. However, I'll walk somewhere before I use that death trap again!!

And ... Married Son's last trip home, a vehicle appears on my driveway. Out of nowhere, no clue as to where it came from. Turns out he bought it for DIL ... only it's not road ready yet (lots of things to fix, plus plate and insure it) and when I asked today to borrow the truck she usually drives I get the same ol' out of gas crap that Gizmo says.

However, I DID manage to talk DIL into a little side trip for me in the "illegal" vehicle, since she was taking it to her father's house anyway to have him start repairs on it.

DIL helped me out ... and it only cost me a buck and change (plus the money I gave her to get my needed items from the store). Change that went into Grandson's piggy bank even.

And I made sure to let her know how much I appreciated her help.

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I've been asked by Son to start looking for a used vehicle that I want. Whatever I choose, it's going to have to be something that'll embarrass Gizmo so badly he'll never ever consider asking to borrow it. And borrowing whatever my vehicle will be is out of the question. Not only my decision, but Son's decision, too ... he knows how rough his brother is on vehicles. In fact, Son is the one who suggested I get a pink vehicle ... or something equally embarrassing for a male to drive ... lol!! But no matter what I end up with, there's no way Gizmo will ever sit in the driver's seat!!

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So, I mentioned something about those nutri-systems meals my mother gave me. Some of the meals I've tried are good. Like the prepared dinners such as the flat-bread pizza, pasta meals, and a few of the soups. Some are just okay, like the "chocolate" snacks and some of the soups. Avoid the breakfast foods at all costs, I've learned!! Their version of Cherrios lack sadly, although I have to admit the squirrels loved when I emptied all of the cherrio and whole grain cereal packets into the squirrel feeder.

Two blog entries in a week??

Wow, what's the world coming to? Actually, I think I'm just tired of keeping crap to myself.

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Talking to Married Son last night on the phone, complaining how hard it is to get anyone here to cooperate, even so much as to borrow a vehicle to get my prescription refills he interrupts me with "calm down Mom, I'll be pulling into our driveway around noon tomorrow, I'll get you where you need to go". And he did!! Four days on the road and then four hours running around with me doing MY errands.

What's wrong with this picture? Why does he need to spent yet MORE time on the road when there's three other adults and three vehicles here that should be at my disposal.

And I do appreciate it.

Our first stop was the quickest stop I've ever made at the grocery store. In and out in fifteen minutes! Second stop, my folks house, took a lot longer. But we enjoyed the visit ... and I know my folks enjoyed seeing Married Son.

Mom had a few bags and boxes of goodies that needed to be picked up. A goodie bag for Alien and the boys, and two boxes of food for me. Funny thing about the food ... Mom's always trying one diet or the other, this time it was Nutrisystems, and she absolutely hated the food. So ... waste not, want not her mother used to say. I haven't tried any of the foods yet, so we'll see how I like it or not.

It's not often I question my father ... but WTH? He has this new 5 in 1 printer ... and absolutely insists that the FAX machine stay connected. However, anyone that calls into the house gets that nasty computer tone whenever the phone is picked up!! No getting around it. I actually started an argument with Daddy about how it's NOT necessary to keep the freaking fax plugged in all the time!! What makes this sadder, he never gets any faxes!! Just a lot of pissed off people when they try to call.

Married Son unplugged it at my Mom's request. We'll see how long that lasts.

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So, the food is all put up in the cupboards. I had to pretty much rearrange the entire cupboard, and I still ran out of room for all the food! Ended up cleaning that little drawer under the oven. It's cram packed with packages of food.

Since I usually store my griddle (GRIDDLE, not girdle, Amy) in that drawer, I had to reorganize another cupboard to HIDE my griddle in. And why hide it? When I opened the drawer it was obvious someone had used my griddle without my consent ... there were scratches on the non-stick surface that weren't there when I used it last and there was pancake batter caked in the crevices of the griddle.

There's a certain person that did ask once, a few months back, if she could use the griddle. I told her yes, but use the black nylon spatula on it. I got distracted (as I often do) and when I turned back around she's just about to put a black handled metal spatula to it!! Practically ripping it from her hands, and telling her "you don't listen, do you?" I put the proper spatula in her hand and stood over her like a mommy stands over their kid the first time they cook.

So ... it doesn't take Sherlock to figure out who helped themselves to something that doesn't belong to them (and misused it) ...

And the gods help her if she even so much as touches any of that food I just put away.

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Had a great time with Married Son, even if it was running around doing errands. Had time to talk uninterrupted. Well, when that phone of his wasn't beeping some incoming text or call. Every two minutes!

He had a novel idea on how to handle Gadget next year (gawd forbid she's still under my roof and skin next year) ... as I'm getting my small container vegetable garden together, to take her by the hand, lead her to the backyard and say to her "if you want any produce, grow your own. Pick a corner, any corner ... and have at it".

Think it'd work?

Me neither.

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Well crap ... there was something else I wanted to say. Can't for the life of me think what it could have been.

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Oh ... question ... I'm wondering about all the pictures I have linked in my multiply blogs. When I exported them to blogger, they still work. Will that end, will those links be broken once multiply goes through "the change"? I'm sure not looking forward to re-adding all those pictures if that's the case.

Just curious.

Long time coming ...

And I have a lot to bitch about. And as usual, it's about the people I live with.

Only this time it's NOT the Wrecking Crew. Can you believe it? DIL seems much more tolerable in comparison to Gadget. Crazy, right?

Even putting aside the fact I feel as if I actually lose IQ points after a conversation with Gadget, she's past getting on my last nerve.

The more I get to know her, the more I realize she's not playing with a full deck. Far from it ...

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Last Sunday we had a small company "emergency" ... had to get the cargo van from my driveway out to North Carolina, but then we'd have to worry about getting the driver back. Gizmo volunteered to drive the van, and fly back. Enter Gadget ... I had been in communication with Gizmo the entire time he was gone. Yet, she had to tell me no less than a dozen times "he's flying in on Delta Flight (such and so). We need to ... " After the first six or so times I was fed up. "We're in communications. I know what's going on" ... that led to "SHUT UP already!! I have it under control".

I have things under control has become my anthem around her. Doesn't matter what's going on, she feels the need to take control (whether it involves her or not). And her in charge isn't pretty. I've never seen anyone screw shit up as much as this one does. And yes, she even tries to take control of every STARFLEET thing that's going on. To the point I've told her that I'm in charge and IF I should need her input I will ask her directly. Otherwise, STFU!!

Anyway ... the drive to the airport should have been me going alone. She was supposed to work, but ended up getting the day off. Damn. So of course she just has to accompany me. The entire fifty minute drive was her talking (non-stop) about the things that Gizmo does that she doesn't understand - or worse wants to change. Hello? Try to change someone?? Any mature adult knows that you can't change anyone to what YOU want them to be ... adapt, ignore or leave. And I told her so!! I think I began that little lecture with "you're in idiot if you think you can change someone". Of course, it fell on deaf ears ... a subject change or two later she's right back to "he needs to change". Oy!

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Today's bitch may seem rather piddly ... it has to do with a bottle of cold medication. Nyquil to be exact. I had a big unopened bottle that I had stored away. Enter the latest cooties that struck here about a week ago. MY big bottle ends up being snagged by Gadget and Gizmo. As much as I needed it, I only got two and a half doses out of the entire bottle. I told her she needed to replace MY Nyquil (she's working, she's got a car AND money dammit) ... and instead she comes home with a medium size store brand bottle that if I need a dose, I have to hunt down the freaking bottle.

And never so much as a thank you for the original bottle of cold remedy.

And after nine months of this, I'm done with sharing with her ... food, medicine, cherry tomatoes (yes, MY crop of cherry tomatoes!!), you name it ... she feels entitled to whatever is around the house. At least DIL realizes that if it's not something she's purchased, she's to leave her hands off it. Not Gadget ... nope. And telling her about ownership or what's off limits doesn't matter one bit to her.

In one ear and out the other. And I swear it builds up speed along the way.

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And that's only ONE of her more endearing qualities. Over-bearing, domineering, paranoid, worry-wart, smothering drama queen. Sad thing is, she knows it, too!! I alone have had many conversations with her about letting her 20 year old son GROW UP (he moved out when he was 17 because of her smothering - and he IS a good "kid", someone any other mother would be damned proud of), about letting go of those things she cannot control, and of learning to adapt herself to the situation instead of forcing change because she cannot cope.

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I know ... I should be pleased as punch that Gizmo has found someone to love and care for ... but damn, he could have really done sooooo much better. And I'm NOT saying anything. It's his decision who he wants in his life. But he's got a bad habit of "picking up strays" ... you know, those little critters that someone abandons (usually for a reason), and tries to nurse back to health. Yup.

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Well, this bronchitis is kicking my butt again ... time to go hunt down the nyquil.

(gonna be cross posting until multiply shuts off the power, lol, so look for me here or on blogger at http://lcm1219.blogspot.com/ )