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The Avalanche of Crap Continues… and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this.

So, the day started out nicely. I was hoping that trend that has been happening over the last 2 weeks (Here and Here and Here) was finally subsiding.

I had to reschedule 3 doctor’s appointments and Maisie’s photoshoot was postponed due to rain.

The pain in my back and tailbone have still be plaguing me. I have to make sure to take my meds, otherwise I am felled by pain AND find myself irritable as hell. I need to speak to the doctor about the irritability- it only happens when the meds wear off.

We have a birthday party tomorrow for my friend’s little boy who turned 1 right before Maisie, so we went shopping. I also had to stop at the grocery store for gumbo ingredients. It was about 2-3 pm and I had not eaten yet, which made matters even worse… then I got a private message from the person I wrote about in my last blog concerning the money I lent and how badly I felt re them not saying thank you afterwards. They sent a photo of the text where they thanked me after I offered the money and proceeded to tell me how my post was ‘erroneous’.

I tried to tell them that I was not in a good place to discuss this… and this person kept replying. I finally said (keep in min, this paragraph is just the jist of it- I’m in pain as I type this), if they wanted to get technical- they did NOT thank me afterwards, which was common courtesy, and that my biggest bother was that I didn’t know if it had been received and only after I mentioned this to the person who delivered the money to this person was I contacted (a couple of days later). Again, person kept texting and I tried to tell them now wasn’t a good time- I was in pain and losing my patience FAST.

Someone said “Don’t reply- or if it were me, I’d tell them to lick my balls” (which I did not say).

I am prone to argue. I fully admit this. This person also seems to like having the last word as well, which is not a good situation in the state of mind I am in. I texted/called the person who delivered the monies to said person and asked them to tell them to please back the fuck off me right now.

Shit hit the FAN after that.

The person who delivered said money was an asshole to me, plain and simple. My Connor, who, after reading the text and agreeing that this was not the time nor place for this bullshit, tried to get the person who was arguing with me at home to calm the fuck down. I was really upset and said to the REAL LIFE person “I can’t discuss this right now- I need to decompress” and Connor tried to tell them- this was not the way to handle this situation at all.

The person who delivered the money to the one who texted me then says (with a smile on his face and a snarky, condescending voice) “Oh, if you were in a court of law and a lawyer had you on the stand- would this be how you’d respond? You have the presence of mind to admit you’re upset, then why can’t you discuss this?”

I LOST MY SHIT. MOTHER FUCKER. First of all, I am not a child and this person is in MY FUCKING HOUSE. This person is NOT respecting my boundaries or requests to let me calm down- nor was this person listening to C when he told them that this was not the way for them to approach me. Other things happened and after being insulted and made to feel like complete shit and not being listened to, they fell back on the “Oh, I have anxiety” card.

Well, join the fucking club.

You can’t trash talk people who help you- neither of them can- and expect it to be ok. I am so done.

This person apologized later, but now I am a little gun shy. First of all, I am not censoring my feelings on this blog just to suit their egos. You can agree or disagree, but don’t fucking disrespect me in my own house… especially if you’re one of my children.

I also had a huge problem with how Connor was treated. He is the most empathetic, wise, reasonable soul I know. He wants to be close to this person, but I honestly don’t know if this other person can or wants to be close to any of us.

If I try to be empathetic and say “Oh, we have anxiety, too”, they take it to mean I am trying to compete with them.

When I don’t talk or say I cannot talk right now, they belittle me for being unable to gather my thoughts long enough to calm down and speak.

WHEN I DO speak to them, they said ‘oh, I spent 3 hours listening to you on the porch the other day…’ and interrupt and shut me down.

ON TOP OF ALL OF THIS, my MOTHER was on the porch while this happened and she tends to side with this person (he’s her favorite) and was hollering at Connor and me both. After it calmed down, of course she forgot the entire thing. Thank God for dementia.

I am hurt and tired and in pain and have no trust at all.

They say “I love you” and “I’m so sorry”, yet they do it over and over. Talking to them isn’t easy- it’s always ‘awkward’ to them or my words are considered unacceptable. I feel judged and exhausted. I don’t know what they’re going to do from one minute to the next- so I usually keep to myself unless they need me or if I am trying to be supportive…

It went from me being upset about this other person whom I helped to a full blown mind fuck from the person who now lives in my house.

I try to be sensitive to their needs and situation, but they continue to be insensitive to me and C and others. It always ends up to be all about them- you can’t speak of ‘shared’ or common experiences without them thinking you’re trying to out-do them in some way.

They don’t know me nor do they know Connor. They make no effort whatsoever, even though they claim to, to get to know us. Everything is tears or drama or about them. They seem to live in some world of their own making and are either curt or talk down or discount anything I say- OR they cry or make excuses and hide.

I love this person, but I am tired of being hurt by them. I am too old for this shit. My blood pressure can’t handle this. I feel like we’re only of use to them when they need something. My words- or C’s- don’t register.

You can’t keep doing negative things to people and expect that a simple ‘sorry’ and some tears after will fix it- then do it AGAIN AND AGAIN.

If I use a word they dislike or they feel it is out of context (OMFG, so exhausting trying to have a simple conversation), they criticize me/what I say.

My house, for the most part, was not this stressful before… at least not in a long time.

It is starting to cause some serious problems and I am feeling depression come on for the first time in YEARS.

God help me, but I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this.

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omg!!! Woman targeted in creepy garden statue prank (AND IT’S NOT ME!!! SOMEONE ELSE WENT TO THE COPS ABOUT SAME THING!)

https://au.news.yahoo.com/a/29254842/u-s-woman-targeted-in-creepy-garden-statue-prank/?cmp=yfb

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO OTHER PEOPLE!!!

my gnome issues HERE

Someone is creeping out a US neighbourhood with their random garden statue prank.

Since the end of July, 54 garden statues have mysteriously appeared in the front yard of a California woman’s home.

NBC Los Angeles reported, Robyn Yearout claimed she had no idea why someone would want to place garden statues in her yard.

Ceramic gnomes, lions, bunnies and other statues have appeared in recent weeks, some of them were even broken.

One of the statues. Photo NBC News

She felt it was creepy because many of the statues had been positioned to face her front door.

Ms Yearout confirmed only two of the statues actually belonged to her.

“We walked out in the morning and we had a group of them looking at us when we came out the door,” she told NBC.

Photo: NBC News

“As if they were plotting against us.

“I assumed that instead of being TP’d (toilet papered), I got yard-creatured”.

Ms Yearout said she’d been in contact with her local police and hoped to return the statues to their rightful owner.

Ms Yearout felt the prank was really unusual. Photo NBC News
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Sam’s Crazy 26th Birthday Surprise

Maisie's 'card' to her oldest brother on his 26th bday- she's the Birthday Axe Fairy

Maisie’s ‘card’ to her oldest brother on his 26th bday- she’s the Birthday Axe Fairy

My oldest son, Sam, turned 26 today. He does a show online and broadcasted from last night to early this morning for 12 hours.

Sam after the first part of the surprise.

Sam after the first part of the surprise.

At the stroke of midnight on the 9th, we surprised him with cake, glitter, and a card- and Maisie dressed up as the birthday axe fairy with a glowing plastic ax and birthday tiara. I used 2 full cups of glitter confetti, which I later attempted to vacuum up with a shop vac and a Dyson.

We STILL have glitter EVERYWHERE.

It was pretty raunchy- poor guy.

He has viewers who chat with him during his streams online- and they were secretly sending msgs to ME to do things… Sam ended up getting hit in the head with a (faux) wet diaper- and another asked for me to fill one later with HP (brown) Sauce to simulate poo and get him with THAT.

it was only HP Sauce

it was only HP Sauce

Of course, I complied. Here are the highlights (I am just posting part I- the rest are on my youtube channel):

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Good News: NO GAS LEAK, Bad News: CARBON MONOXIDE COMING FROM OVEN

The last few days have been a nightmare-

Repair man came out, but couldn’t sort out where the smell was coming from. He told me to call the gas company, so that they could get a detailed reading with their equipment.

When I called the gas company, they said they were sending someone IMMEDIATELY (it was 9 pm) and to EVACUATE THE HOUSE. Well, we’d been living with the gas and stove turned off for two days- we have three 150 lb each Newfoundland dogs- and a tired baby- plus my back was going out… needless to say, we did NOT evacuate.

The gas guy came an hour later and confirmed that evacuation was unnecessary. He found no gas leaks, but after turning the oven on, the carbon monoxide meter went insanely high!

“Well, this explains your problem” he said, “this would have killed you all faster than a gas leak would”

!!!!!

Apparently, something is wrong with the oven- so he red-tagged it and we’re waiting for the repair guy to come back to tell us if it can be repaired- or if we need a new range.

We’re still waiting for the repair man to show up. Until then it’s just take out and cooking on a hot plate/microwave for us.

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Disarming Nordic Fish Bombs

I thought this was hilarious- in Bizarre Foods type of way-

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In 2014, The Telegraph reported that Inge Hausen, a pensioner from the Nordic village of Tyrsil, contacted an explosions expert from the Norwegian army about a 25-year-old can of fermented herring, called surströmming. The swollen can had lifted Hausen’s roof by two centimeters, and he feared it would explode. Here’s an excerpt from the article:

According to Mr Hausen’s wife Bjørg, the herring was forgotten after an aquavit-fuelled tasting party in the spring of 1990.

“We had three cans. We ate two and my husband took the third and put it up under the roof, because we had eaten enough. Then he forgot about it,” she told The Telegraph. “There’s going to be a gruesome smell.”

Mr Madsen said that if the herring has not been completely destroyed by the fermentation process, it will be “very mild and very soft”.

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Scary Gas Stove Leak… No Cooked Food for ANYONE until the repair people come out

This evening scared the crap out of me.

I have a reasonably new Jenn Air gas stove- was cooking dinner and had C preheat the oven tonight for cookies- and the entire house FILLED with a thick gas smell! I shut everything off- the oven was heating and the stove worked- called the Fire Department- and turned off the gas valve to the stove.

I posted about it on my Facebook and some friends said that they had the same thing happen 4 yrs earlier- AND THEIR HOUSE EXPLODED FROM IT.

My cousin rushed out with his family to check (thank goodness) and is sending a repair man over this week.

No cooking will happen until the repairs are done.

This week has been much too stressful for me.