Weary. Yes.... I'm very weary. Nobody reads me, so I feel safe stating my feelings here.
I shouldn't complain. I'm a lovely lady who married the man of her dreams. I have healthy children, step children, & step-grand-daughty. Both of my parents are alive. My Babushka is alive. They live 50 feet from my house. I live in a big old house on 5.5 acres of wooded land in the Great Northwest. I really like where I live. But, it comes with some fairly wicked hooks.
Ya see... some 5 years ago, my Dad came to my husband and I and made a deal with us. My husband and I would put our "sweat equity" in a place and help my parents settle. Over time my father has pivoted soo many times, I've lost track. My father is old world Russian and has more ego and arrogance than any 10 men put together. EGO= ease God out.
A week ago, my Dad decided to pull out the dog run that ran along the side of my house. Chris put it up, when we first moved here. When Chris saw what my Dad had done without discussing it with us first, he confronted my Dad. And Dad basically told Chris that it's his land, and he'll do what he wants. When Chris reminded him that we had a verbal agreement on this property, my Dad said, "you didn't get that in writing!...There's no contract!"
Oh my gosh.... it is the beginning of the end, and my Dad is too obtuse to know it.
I'm soo tired today. I had an ear-ache last night that kept me stirring most of the night. And then, we got an early morning phone call from my Dad begging to be taken to the ER. The man wouldn't stay down and properly recuperate after his surgery and manage to hurt his (driving) ankle. I’m nervous about getting back into a car with my Dad, but he's in alot of pain, and I had to do it. He behaved much better. My Mom had a talk with him. Yet, I'm still apprehensive about spending too much time with him. The doctor at the ER couldn't say what was causing all the pain. It's not broken. I think it's sprained. The ER doc referred my Dad to a foot/ankle specialist. He has an appt. tomorrow which messes with my day I need to get up to Olympia by tomorrow to pay the nut on a pawn ticket. I was supposed to take care of that ticket today, but with my Dad needing a ride and a wind storm forecasted for this afternoon, I decided to do it Friday. I'm cooking and laundry for both houses for the duration and running back and forth to check on my babushka (in the old folk’s home). And on top of everything else, we have a friend from Buffalo, NY staying with us (at my parents’ house). So, today I feel like, "no rest for the weary!" I'll be okay with a good night’s rest, but for now, I just want this day to be done already!!! (shagrin))
I'm having a rough time. I got the terrible throw up disease. I get this every few months. I can't stop throwing up. It's the worst ever!
Chris is sure it's an over-excess of nerves. And I have to agree. Except, I usually start off not feeling well, and then it's gets complicated with real life stress. I had a bad cold. And then the following week, I felt the flu-bug coming on, and then some "dad stress" was added, and before I knew it, I was in bed and dieing!!!
The last time I felt good enough to move. I was gonna take my dad to town. Dad just had a knee replacement surgery. We got less than a mile down the road, and I turn Dad's Town car around and brought the ol' man back home. He was being purposely obtuse and wouldn't tell me where the headlights were located in his car. It was a rainy, dark day, and we needed the headlights! I flipped that car around soo fast, I swear I could see Papa's eyes roll back into his head!!! hehehe
A great series available on Youtube, up to part 16 so far.
Suspend what you think you know. Cuz we don't. We've been conned.
I was in the OKC area for months after the event. And, there was info on the local news for weeks about the #2 guy and still talked of the bombs found that did not go off and still wondered why the site was scrudded and paved so quickly and how the ATF were all told not to report to work in thatt building that day and on .......
And immediately following on network nightly news a new story was put in place......We are the target of this new war on terrorism, not bin laden or any one else.
Taking our freedoms only makes the people responsible for all this mayhem safer from us, the people.
You should watch...and pass it along.
Tana lasted a whole week and two days before handing Donna's children back. I guess Tana doesn't understand the nature of addiction. (sigh))) My husband is absolutely disgusted. He never expected much out of Tana, for he thinks she's very much like her mother, Mary. I, on the other hand, did expect Tana to care about those kids more than what her drugged out cousin wants. Or, at least care about "appearances" which she seems very invested in "the illusion is complete!" In this, she broke a trust with me, & she'll have a more difficult time getting around me next time. My husband won't even let her on our property again.
I've gone through my moments of frustations and anger at people who want to interject themselves into situations for their own agenda's. I'll be okay with whatever happens because I have much faith in my higher power. I also have faith that God loves those little ones and will protect them. And, Lord knows, I'll be there for those kids, in spite of everything and all the personalities trying to mess 'em up with the best of intentions. Yeah, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." If you knew them the way I do, you'd understand why it's impossible for me to give up on them or their Mother. Anyway, I keep in close contact with the oldest daughter. Plus, I ckeck the jail lists everyday for Donna's name.
I've been very ill lately. I was soo sick, my family ended up having to cancel our annual camping trip. That really bummed me out at the time. I still tire easily. Life is too short to 'boo-hoo' all the time, so I'm trying to get over it and look forward to other things. Since I'm ahead money-wise, I'll get my husband to take me to dinner & the movies (Stardust) over the weekend. The Lewis County Fair is starting August 14th, so I'll be taking the kids for a day a fun next week too. I love the fair: cotton candy, flashing lights, exhibits, joyful sounds reverberating throughout the haze of people, rides, and Elephant ears... I can hardly wait! (doing ridiculiously happy dance)))) I'll borrow my Dad's digital camera & take some PICs to share...
August 24th is Nick's High School Orientation @ WF West, and another school year begins. Nicman will be a freshman and Brenna is entering Jr. High school.
Dad and I have been rolling around ideas about creating custom bath tiles. My Dad is an awesome "tile man." But, what he has in mind is a little different & would require my artistic skills to recreate perhaps greek or egypt mythology across bath walls. Or perhaps designs of Italian fountains or greek community baths would be great on a shower stall? I never lack for ideas, and I'm always open for more ideas... So this is one of my Dad's ideas that I'm willing to dance to a little... it sounds like fun and who knows, I might even make a buck. My Dad wants to make money, so today he found a kiln that he's investing in for only $200.! Sounds like I'm gonna have to get busy and come up with some sketches of all these ideas rolling around in my pea-brain. Looks like I'm gonna have a ceramic portpholio to share...(shagrin))))
I'm having a good day; a thoughtful day; a green day. (smile))) I've had this up and have come back to it several times to add to it. I haven't kept a personal journal since I was 12/13. After that age, I became afraid of letting anybody 'see' the real me. Now, I've been on this earth long enough to have lost those type of insecurities. (wink, grin)))
Why am I posting this? Because you won't see it on tv news. And you should.
This is from the debate in which Congress gave bushco extraordinary powers he doesn't need. Shameful.
