Nightscrawlers

4 day deadline for a 10 day project is not kosher. Getting stomach problems from all this stress.

Car quit today, hurray new expense to slow down my moving time.

I've been away from the internet much of the holidays, (my mom has no internet service). Just after we returned home, my sister-in-law passed away unexpectedly. In a way it was a blessing. She started out as an artist who designed toys for Hazbro. But unfortunately, she was also a paranoid schizophrenic and lived much of her life on disability, in and out of mental hospitals. Now her tortured soul is at peace.

Indigo, that's terrible.

Do you know which toys she designed for Hasbro? That company is a major part of my life for many reasons, mostly because I spent so much time in the Hasbro Children's Hospital but also because of the amount of toys that came my way while I was there from different foundations/loved ones, such as Make A Wish Foundation and my entire church getting together to get me the entire "Beast Wars: Transformers" collection.

[Edited on 14/1/12 by Ult_Sm86]

She actually worked on action figures, but my hubby doesn't remember which ones. This was back in the late 70's and early 80's, so it was a little before your time.

To the people who lied about "not having the money" to keep all their most essential personnel employed and ensure that an important project that could have a huge environmental impact gets completed at all, let alone safely, I call BS.

Trying to support two kids and a newly unemployed husband while also attending nursing school on the pay of a freelance writer and volunteer firefighter- that's "not having the money."

So turns out that growth that probably wasn't cancer yesterday totally is cancer so dad has two to six months according to the doctors. I'll be heading up there tomorrow for the weekend so will be scarce.

OMG! I'm so sorry, Ferg. Hugs. Let me know if I can do anything.

Holy-... wow! Ferg, I am so sorry! *enormous hugs*

[Edited on 20/1/12 by Ult_Sm86]

I'm so sorry to hear that Fergie. Strength to you all in these difficult times...

I'm so incredibly sorry, Ferg. You know we're always there for you, hun. *big big hugs*

Not my cat, not my problem. Right?

So sorry to hear that Fergie. Hugs and my thoughts are with you.

So, we have Matthew Fridays. We tell his mother he will be home around noon on Saturday. Guess who isn't home on Saturday and who has to keep him for an extra day... Yeah. So, guess who wasn't home today to take him after school when she damn well knows what time he gets out of school and when he'll be home.

Right, so... I'm coming down with something and am congested as hell and I have to go pick him up from Matt's mother because someone has to keep him until she's home and his mom can't. Matt would, but he has to work his second job soon. Also, I have no idea where the hell I'm going exactly because I have to pick him up from Matt's brother's dentist appointment. Woo.

So we got home last night from five days at my dad's house and just as I'm getting ready to seclude myself for a nice relaxing bubble bath, leg shaving and eyebrow plucking (don't judge) we get a phone call from one of our friends.

He's one of Scott's best friends from childhood and he and his fiance are the couple we always go to haunted houses with. His father died Saturday. They don't yet know what killed him, and the creepy part is he had all his papers out on the kitchen table so there are definitely some unanswered questions. Icing on the cake? It's our friend's birthday this week. He was going Saturday to spend the weekend with his dad for his birthday and instead he finds him dead. Ugh.

Bill threw the most ridiculous screaming fit last night over my computer use...everyone else was upstairs, I was watching Conan and exactly what else is there to do 20 miles outside of any civilization with no car on a Tuesday? The world may never know.

Normally I'd just be in my room with my laptop but, of course, my charger has finally given up the ghost on me so stuck on the desktop in the dining room until then...where Bill will walk down from his televangelist brain melting/epic wank session and proceed to bitch me out despite the fact he's living off of my income in a house I own in my old room (the television he even watches his televangelists on is mine) so...not exactly giving much of a crap about what he says at the moment but as I only have a month and a bit more left until he gets his disability (because sure, he can't go stand by the door and be a wal-mart greeter like he and mother bullied dad into until he literally fell over one night) settlement and I get back a small fraction of what I'm owed and move the hell out.

I may even be really petty and keep my checks for this month as well so they can grow accustomed to living off of mother's disability. That should be quite pretty.

Editing to add: Oh, and my cat's dead. The very same cat I am not allowed to let in at night because of Bill was probably killed by some of the nasty strays we've seen wandering about of late. We've not found him unfortunately but it's been over a week and he always comes up from the barn in the evenings.

Hugs everyone suffering from terrible ass coffee.

Sorry to hear that, Fergs. *feels like tap dancing on Bill's balls*

Moved out about a month ago.

Promised 30-35 hours. Haven't broken 28 yet (normally. I covered enough people to get 34 hours a week ago but that's a different story. Kid got fired. Didnt show up).

Not getting those hours until March 1st. It's currently February 3rd.

Not a lot of snow so my shitty tires have had a relief.

Oh, also I haven't been able to drive with the shitty tires 'cause my car sounds like Dino from Flintstones, all the lights and blinkers and windshield wipers go off, and then the car just shuts down. Great, right? No idea what it is. Friend who does cars? No idea what it is. Sounds like a "circuitry problem". Or a battery problem. Or an alternator problem. Or a starter problem.

Or a combination of all.

We already put about a grand into a car easily worth no more than $750 and my parents think I'm stupid for wanting a car loan. Now don't get me wrong, getting a car loan is never a GREAT idea, but I don't know how any family can justify putting more than double what a car is worth, into a car. Especially if it's a Ford Contour.

I've had to borrow my girlfriends car a lot and because I'm not making proper hours she's been doing a lot of "patience" stuff with me. Mind you, this kind of thing usually runs out fast, so I know my time is limited. She loves me but love only helps out for so long.

I'm really furious about this, doing everything I can not to punch holes in walls. OH AND I HATE CATS!? HAVE I MENTIONED THAT?! I hate these two fuckers like I hate angry, ignorant, rednecks who think Barack Obama is secretly not American, a socialist, a fascist, and a Muslim all rolled into one. I hate that. So if I hate that, you can only imagine how much I hate these two cats.
As I type I am constantly saying: "Get. Out. Of. This. Room."

I'm so sorry, Ferg. *hug*

SO, guess who decided to be all cute and snarky on facebook and posted it on the wrong page?

And then even got called out for it at a public event?

Yeah, I'm an epic loser tonight, baby.

Haven't been around much. If at all. *deep breath*

So...where to begin...

My foster mom was diagnosed in Dec with fibroids and possibly malignant cancer of the cervix. Given emergency appointment for an op for removal of both 6th Feb. The original plan was that Dad was going to come drive 200miles to pick me up and bring me back so that I could help look after her post-op and generally take the stress off Dad.

She ended up coming with him because she didn't want to be alone, which was fine. That was on the Wednesday.

What...wasn't fine was the fact that on Thursday she nearly collapsed from bloodloss. Between Thursday evening and Friday morning (which was when we were meant to be travelling) she lost an estimated five pints of blood and was laid out on the floor. We only discovered this when I came down on the Friday morning and found her barely conscious in a pool of blood.

Half an hour later and we were in an ambulance. My flat was covered in blood from where she'd bled out and...well, frankly if we'd waited a little longer I wouldn't have had a mom any more. If I hadn't woken up when I did...

She was in hospital in my city for a couple of nights with two blood transfusions before being released to travel back to Plymouth - on the understanding she was to be booked straight into hospital there. After they had a look, it was discovered that one of the polyps had come away from the lining of the womb, tearing a vein which was why she was bleeding out so much. Four more transfusions, one of which was during the op on Monday, and her blood levels are nearly back to normal. She's home now, not bleeding out any more and not in danger of suddenly bleeding again. The size of the thing they removed? 8cm. And they couldn't take it all out as the root was attached to a vein still. So there may be more ops in the near future.

As a final ass cherry on the ass cupcake that came with the ass coffee...a day after she came out, we found out a very close friend of the family has aggressive, untreatable lung cancer. He has weeks to live.

...Aaaaaand I woke up this morning with a mini-stroke.

I could break my phone and happily live without it if it meant I never have to speak to Tiffany again.

If you wanted to spend time with your child, maybe you should've been home all week instead of off fucking around with some guy. Oh, and maybe you shouldn't have gotten yourself kicked out of the house.

And, speaking of...

On the other hand... My mom watched him while I went out to get children's ibuprofen and sprite. He waited until I got back to throw up again.

Also, now I have to do laundry and wash his pajamas again. I just did that load last night. ><

Looks, feels, and if I could listen to my lungs, it would probably sound like I've got bronchitis again.

Purely my own fault and I won't say it wasn't fun Saturday night, but Sunday I had a maaaaassive hangover. Epic, even.

I think I still have it.

Yeesh.