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For the past few days, Diane has not felt at all well. Bobby and I both tried to get her to go to the emergency room, but she wouldn't do it. On Friday, she called her doctor and set up an appointment for this morning. So she called me around 10 this morning and told me that she was in the E/R, that she began having chest pains at the doctor's office, and they sent her the hospital. I talked to her a couple of hours ago. She said they're keeping her overnight, and are going to be doing more tests tomorrow but, so far, they haven't found anything untoward. I hope they don't. Diane has enough grief in her life; she doesn't need any more burden than she already has. I do not have a car yet, but I told her that if she needed me for anything, just call. I would find a way to get to her.
Gun, Part Two
Apr. 23rd, 2012 02:08 amI forgot to write earlier that Diane is interested in buying the gun, because she and Bobby are having some problems and there is a chance that she may end up living by herself. She's a tad afraid of doing this without protection, which is the only reason Aunt Tudi had a gun in the first place, as a protective measure for our always completely female household.
I told her I would absolutely sell it to her despite my living by myself. There are two reasons for this, which I told her:
So, yeah, it would be a win-win situation.
I told her I would absolutely sell it to her despite my living by myself. There are two reasons for this, which I told her:
- It would permanently keep the weapon away from me and probably ensure her protection in the event of a crime against her and her home.
- If someone robbed my house while I was there or came intending harm to me, not having the gun may well end up in my being killed, which would be a blessing. I'd thank the criminal for doing me the favour.
So, yeah, it would be a win-win situation.
Llew, Aunt Tudi, and I have all three been like angry rats gnawing on the same rope, but for different reasons. Aunt Tudi's reason is that she's in the full throes of hand surgery recovery and it hurts like all Sith Hell. Llew's reason is that he's had a stroke and he's in the full throes of depression and dealing with the inability to do things the way he could just last week. My reason is Aunt Tudi and Llew. I want to knock their heads together like coconuts. Oh hell.....there goes ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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The stress of everything that's been going on the past week has gotten to us, I believe. But I feel guilty for feeling all snerky about it because I'm not going through near what Aunt Tudi and Llew are. All I'm doing is putting up with their crap moods and trying my level best to prevent an altercation between the two of them. 'Cos when I'm in the middle between Aunt Tudi and Llew and really in the middle, like miserably so. Honestly, I'm sick of it.
Aaaaaaand, guess who's reared her ugly blonde head? Yep. Bitch Daughter. And it's my fault. Dee stressed the need for BD to know the state of her father's health. Once Llew agreed to let either Dee or myself contact BD, I volunteered for the ugly deed. On Friday I called and left her a message, then I emailed her informing her that it would be in her best interest to respond. Within an hour, Bitch Daughter called. I told her that Llew had had a stroke and gave her the information that I have. She then started tossing questions and demands my way and, this time goddammit, I wasn't having it. I told her to back off and let me tell her what I knew and, then, if she wanted to talk to her dad, she was more than welcome to do so. She asked if he'd been staying with me and I was like "well, yeah, he lost his entire family and had nowhere to go. Where did you think he'd end up?" She had no answer for that. So they talked and, a few hours later, Destiny called and talked to her "pappy." It was a decent reunion. BD invited Llew to come visit. Visit. After a stroke. This, coming from someone who promised to take care of him if he paid for her schooling. He paid for everything and he gets an invitation to visit. And has she called back? No. I hate her. And Llew is an idiot. After it all, he thanked me for helping to reunite him with his "babies." I don't hate Llew, but I think he's a total dunderhead for saying this and, especially, thinking it.
The other day Diane was telling me about how her evil husband Keith gave away her Thriller album back in the day because he didn't like Michael Jackson. What the fuck? I mean, what gives him the right to do such a thing? He also did away with her copy of Ice Cream Castles by Morris Day & the Time. So, I got to thinking about it and decided to make Diane the first of three or four funky/groovy CDs. I gave it to her today. Here's what's on it:
Diane's only dilemma with this CD is that she can't play it in the car because her car doesn't have a CD player. I told her, "Well, you'll just have to play it at home, won't you? Loud. In front of Keith. And you can tell him that, if he gets rid of it, your friend can always burn you another CD and another one after that and still another one if he attempts to rid himself of something that doesn't fucking belong to him." She thought that was a brilliant idea and, to be honest, I did too. I'm just aching for an altercation. I'm cruisin' for a bruisin'. And I figure Michael Jackson will get me there quicker than most other folks, things, or situations. So tell me who's bad?
Chris Hansen. He has a new show out exposing dodgy insurance and investment salesmen who target senior citizens. Now, I'm not by nature a criminal, pervert, or unseemly individual; however, if I were in a room and Chris Hansen walked in, saying "I'm Chris Hansen with Dateline NBC," I'd probably have a heart attack and die right there, wondering what it was I did so wrong to merit a visit from the likes of Mr. Hansen. Yeah, what he does is a good thing, but I think he's established for himself a very scary reputation that terrifies people who haven't even diddled, robbed, or otherwise humiliated their fellow human. So I'm wondering if he can do any good at all now, considering his position. The man's presence could make Jesus Christ look questionable, which makes me ponder guilty people and their level thereof. How can we gauge anyone or any situation by Chris Hansen now? Doesn't his mere presence scream "GUILTY AS HELL!" without need for judge, jury, or any of those other pesky judicial procedures? Yeah. If Chris Hansen ever walks into a room and introduces himself to me, if I don't die of fright right there, just kill me 'cos my life will be over.
And this concludes my rant for the day (and possibly for many days), because Aunt Tudi is bitching at me again and I can't concentrate for having fantasies of chopping her up into a delightful meat pie and serving her to my closest friends with some fava beans and a nice chianti. ::slurpslurpslurp::
popfiend's heart.The stress of everything that's been going on the past week has gotten to us, I believe. But I feel guilty for feeling all snerky about it because I'm not going through near what Aunt Tudi and Llew are. All I'm doing is putting up with their crap moods and trying my level best to prevent an altercation between the two of them. 'Cos when I'm in the middle between Aunt Tudi and Llew and really in the middle, like miserably so. Honestly, I'm sick of it.
Aaaaaaand, guess who's reared her ugly blonde head? Yep. Bitch Daughter. And it's my fault. Dee stressed the need for BD to know the state of her father's health. Once Llew agreed to let either Dee or myself contact BD, I volunteered for the ugly deed. On Friday I called and left her a message, then I emailed her informing her that it would be in her best interest to respond. Within an hour, Bitch Daughter called. I told her that Llew had had a stroke and gave her the information that I have. She then started tossing questions and demands my way and, this time goddammit, I wasn't having it. I told her to back off and let me tell her what I knew and, then, if she wanted to talk to her dad, she was more than welcome to do so. She asked if he'd been staying with me and I was like "well, yeah, he lost his entire family and had nowhere to go. Where did you think he'd end up?" She had no answer for that. So they talked and, a few hours later, Destiny called and talked to her "pappy." It was a decent reunion. BD invited Llew to come visit. Visit. After a stroke. This, coming from someone who promised to take care of him if he paid for her schooling. He paid for everything and he gets an invitation to visit. And has she called back? No. I hate her. And Llew is an idiot. After it all, he thanked me for helping to reunite him with his "babies." I don't hate Llew, but I think he's a total dunderhead for saying this and, especially, thinking it.
The other day Diane was telling me about how her evil husband Keith gave away her Thriller album back in the day because he didn't like Michael Jackson. What the fuck? I mean, what gives him the right to do such a thing? He also did away with her copy of Ice Cream Castles by Morris Day & the Time. So, I got to thinking about it and decided to make Diane the first of three or four funky/groovy CDs. I gave it to her today. Here's what's on it:
| The Girl Is Mine | Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney |
| Black Or White | Michael Jackson |
| Man In The Mirror | Michael Jackson |
| Bad | Michael Jackson |
| Thriller (Single Edit) | Michael Jackson |
| P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) | Michael Jackson |
| Human Nature (7" Edit) | Michael Jackson |
| Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' | Michael Jackson |
| Beat It | Michael Jackson |
| Billie Jean | Michael Jackson |
| Off The Wall | Michael Jackson |
| Rock With You | Michael Jackson |
| Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough | Michael Jackson |
| Shake Your Body (Down To The Ground) (Single Edit) | Michael Jackson |
| The Bird | Morris Day and the Time |
| Jungle Love | Morris Day and the Time |
Diane's only dilemma with this CD is that she can't play it in the car because her car doesn't have a CD player. I told her, "Well, you'll just have to play it at home, won't you? Loud. In front of Keith. And you can tell him that, if he gets rid of it, your friend can always burn you another CD and another one after that and still another one if he attempts to rid himself of something that doesn't fucking belong to him." She thought that was a brilliant idea and, to be honest, I did too. I'm just aching for an altercation. I'm cruisin' for a bruisin'. And I figure Michael Jackson will get me there quicker than most other folks, things, or situations. So tell me who's bad?
Chris Hansen. He has a new show out exposing dodgy insurance and investment salesmen who target senior citizens. Now, I'm not by nature a criminal, pervert, or unseemly individual; however, if I were in a room and Chris Hansen walked in, saying "I'm Chris Hansen with Dateline NBC," I'd probably have a heart attack and die right there, wondering what it was I did so wrong to merit a visit from the likes of Mr. Hansen. Yeah, what he does is a good thing, but I think he's established for himself a very scary reputation that terrifies people who haven't even diddled, robbed, or otherwise humiliated their fellow human. So I'm wondering if he can do any good at all now, considering his position. The man's presence could make Jesus Christ look questionable, which makes me ponder guilty people and their level thereof. How can we gauge anyone or any situation by Chris Hansen now? Doesn't his mere presence scream "GUILTY AS HELL!" without need for judge, jury, or any of those other pesky judicial procedures? Yeah. If Chris Hansen ever walks into a room and introduces himself to me, if I don't die of fright right there, just kill me 'cos my life will be over.
And this concludes my rant for the day (and possibly for many days), because Aunt Tudi is bitching at me again and I can't concentrate for having fantasies of chopping her up into a delightful meat pie and serving her to my closest friends with some fava beans and a nice chianti. ::slurpslurpslurp::
Today is Llew's birthday. He turned 56 today. To celebrate, I took him to the store and bought him some pants because he doesn't fit into any of his pants since we've been feeding him Southern-style. Aunt Tudi got him a new pair of shoes. Now he'll be all spiff for his new job at Great Escape. All he needs to do is get a hair cut. His hair is naturally curly and, when it gets to a certain length, it curls outward on both sides. Right now, Llew has natural clown hair and, while I find him adorable no matter what, customers at Great Escape may be turned off by his scruffy appearance. So. A haircut is in order.
Diane went with us. After we left the store, we headed over to Golden Corral for a birthday supper. Aunt Tudi, Llew, and Diane all gorged themselves on the the buffet food. I had one plate of food, which included a medium rare Black Angus steak, grilled to perfection. It was glorious. It seems, these days, I can't get enough partially-cooked meat. Something has got to give before I end up in a pasture, stalking a distressed cow with a fork and knife. It's that bad. When we left Golden Corral, the three of them waddled out to the car, complaining of being miserable. I hauled their bloated butts home, whereupon Aunt Tudi got the little TV/VCR combo ready to take over to Diane's.
We took Diane home along with the TV. Llew hooked it up and attached the antenna and I started the auto-channel finder and the auto-clock. Once that was done, we checked the channels and made sure everything was in order. Diane was out of her head with glee that the TV could pick up ABC. She was close to hopping up and down as she blurted out "LOST!" Hugs were handed out all around and Llew, Aunt Tudi, and I took out leave.
We got home a little before 9 PM and are now watching Law & Order. It thrills me no end that Linus Roache is one of the stars of Law & Order now. I fell in love with him when he played the Purifier in The Chronicles of Riddick. I wanted to lick his bony headdress and begged to be purified. But that's another story.
Chester just jumped up on Llew and began to trample his belly. Llew removed him quickly, groaning "Please get off my belly, Chester... good boy." Heheheheheheheh. Birthday boy has gastric issues. My work here is done.
Diane went with us. After we left the store, we headed over to Golden Corral for a birthday supper. Aunt Tudi, Llew, and Diane all gorged themselves on the the buffet food. I had one plate of food, which included a medium rare Black Angus steak, grilled to perfection. It was glorious. It seems, these days, I can't get enough partially-cooked meat. Something has got to give before I end up in a pasture, stalking a distressed cow with a fork and knife. It's that bad. When we left Golden Corral, the three of them waddled out to the car, complaining of being miserable. I hauled their bloated butts home, whereupon Aunt Tudi got the little TV/VCR combo ready to take over to Diane's.
We took Diane home along with the TV. Llew hooked it up and attached the antenna and I started the auto-channel finder and the auto-clock. Once that was done, we checked the channels and made sure everything was in order. Diane was out of her head with glee that the TV could pick up ABC. She was close to hopping up and down as she blurted out "LOST!" Hugs were handed out all around and Llew, Aunt Tudi, and I took out leave.
We got home a little before 9 PM and are now watching Law & Order. It thrills me no end that Linus Roache is one of the stars of Law & Order now. I fell in love with him when he played the Purifier in The Chronicles of Riddick. I wanted to lick his bony headdress and begged to be purified. But that's another story.
Chester just jumped up on Llew and began to trample his belly. Llew removed him quickly, groaning "Please get off my belly, Chester... good boy." Heheheheheheheh. Birthday boy has gastric issues. My work here is done.
Mother Nature kicked our asses
Jul. 15th, 2005 08:18 amOn the way back home from the hospital, Aunt Tudi and I witnessed an horrific storm over Greer way. From what I could tell, it was heading in the direction of.....home...(said in the same tone as Luke Skywalker when he realised Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru were getting slaughtered by the stormtroopers). We were about a mile away from the house, turning onto Rogers Bridge Rd. at the red light, when the sky lit up with an amazing lightning display, knocking out all the power on Highway 290. A couple of minutes later, we were indoors before the deluge began only to find that our power had been knocked out as well. So much for relaxing to the Sci-Fi Channel and writing incoherent ramblings on LJ for the eve!
The storm arrived in all its glory, slamming against the domicile and making all manner of racket. Aunt Tudi and listened to Alabama 3 on the battery-powered CD player and Aunt Tudi attempted to keep cool with a wet washcloth and her battery-powered fan to no avail. She was miserable, the poor woman!
After about two hours of no power, I'd had enough, so I decided to go on to bed. It was around 8:30 by that time. I downed my Lunesta and curled up with my plague book for a little while. Around 11 PM Aunt Tudi woke me up to set the clock for the morning and re-program the air conditioner in the bed room. Our electricity was back ~ yay! Man, that storm really did a number on everyone. It's probably the most powerful one, electrically speaking, we've had all season so far. And what a season it's been. Winter, O Winter, where art thou?
Diane actually looked better yesterday than she did on Sunday, probably because she's getting proper medical care. They took an X-Ray of her chest because she was complaining of having a hard time breathing. The X-Ray showed water on her lungs and around her heart. Today, the doc is doing an EKG. The fluid thing doesn't sound good. It sounds to me like she has developed congestive heart failure.
But Diane seemed to be in very good spirits. We took her a balloon and a card, and a fruit basket that Cathy had ordered from Publix. After visiting for about an hour, Aunt Tudi and I left so Diane could talk to her daughter Erin. It was good to see her again after such a short time, but I wish it had been better circumstances. Hopefully, she'll get to come home over the weekend and I'm planning on taking her to dinner for her birthday next week. She andgreen_goblin70 share a birthday, so maybe we could make it a big ole birthday rumpus. Who the hell knows?
I've got a ton of work to do today. It never fucking fails. Friday? Oh, that must mean it's time to work your ass slap off! Fuckers....
And that's all I have to say about that.
The storm arrived in all its glory, slamming against the domicile and making all manner of racket. Aunt Tudi and listened to Alabama 3 on the battery-powered CD player and Aunt Tudi attempted to keep cool with a wet washcloth and her battery-powered fan to no avail. She was miserable, the poor woman!
After about two hours of no power, I'd had enough, so I decided to go on to bed. It was around 8:30 by that time. I downed my Lunesta and curled up with my plague book for a little while. Around 11 PM Aunt Tudi woke me up to set the clock for the morning and re-program the air conditioner in the bed room. Our electricity was back ~ yay! Man, that storm really did a number on everyone. It's probably the most powerful one, electrically speaking, we've had all season so far. And what a season it's been. Winter, O Winter, where art thou?
Diane actually looked better yesterday than she did on Sunday, probably because she's getting proper medical care. They took an X-Ray of her chest because she was complaining of having a hard time breathing. The X-Ray showed water on her lungs and around her heart. Today, the doc is doing an EKG. The fluid thing doesn't sound good. It sounds to me like she has developed congestive heart failure.
But Diane seemed to be in very good spirits. We took her a balloon and a card, and a fruit basket that Cathy had ordered from Publix. After visiting for about an hour, Aunt Tudi and I left so Diane could talk to her daughter Erin. It was good to see her again after such a short time, but I wish it had been better circumstances. Hopefully, she'll get to come home over the weekend and I'm planning on taking her to dinner for her birthday next week. She and
green_goblin70 share a birthday, so maybe we could make it a big ole birthday rumpus. Who the hell knows?I've got a ton of work to do today. It never fucking fails. Friday? Oh, that must mean it's time to work your ass slap off! Fuckers....
And that's all I have to say about that.
