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Did someone send a memo to the world that manners are no longer accepted?!

And I’m not just talking about idiot rappers, congressmen or tennis players. I mean normal, every day people.

I was at McDonald’s tonight and they were SLAMMED, both inside and in the drive-thru. So most (okay, all but one woman) were waiting patiently for our food, the one woman decided that after, at the most five minutes of waiting, she was going to (loudly) yell at the poor guy trying to take orders and get food that she had been waiting ‘fifteen minutes for her food” and “how dare she have to wait that long” (no, I’m not making that up). She then proceeded to get on her cellphone (after reciving her food a minute after that), and disturb everyone else again, by loudly complaining to whomever the hell she was talking to about the service and how they were now “so late”.

And it’s not only random strangers who are mannerless irritents to my day, no, I get the joy of getting mannerless…ARG…people emailing me their rudeness! Now, I’m not one who minces words online, and I am quite aware of the ‘asshole’ effect the internet has, but please, use some tact.

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So I’m walking my cats as I try to do every night (they follow me like ducklings) and I had about six of them with me when I noticed one of my cats was pawing at a neighbor’s door, being a rude little shit (she sometimes feeds them, so I guess he was hoping for snackies), I call out to him a few times, before giving up and hurring onto the porch to chase him off from the door, when it suddenly opens.

I appolagize, and explain what I was doing, being the polite neighbor I am (when Adam’s not involved) and out of NOWHERE, she claims I was not doing as I said, and that I was just looking for a way into her house and ’she knows who I am’…

…the fuck lady?!

No idea what the woman’s ish is, seriously. I’ve lived on this street longer than her and the only problem I’ve had is she keeps stealing my cats (she’ll feed them until they no longer come home), and issue which I have never discussed with her, at all. Hell, the only problem I DO have with my neighbors is Adam and that’s cooled down.

I’m still rather shocked at her attatude, expecially since I was trying to be nice and keep the cat away from her door.

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we can have a combined monthly income of 13,700$ and not pay the bills on time?! Seriously, it should not be this fucking hard!

And mum’s “brilliant” new plan? She’s going to sell the house, and we’re going to move into apartments.

EXCUSE ME?!

First of all, we worked out ASSES off for this house. We paid it off once, and yes, things are a bit tight at the moment, but we usually manage to survive. I am NOT willing to give up 16 years and my fucking FUTURE so that she can play happy renter and line someone else’s pocket.

I will not leave this house until I am dead or we have sold it at a decent price for a NEW house, not some crappy apartment, thank you very much.

She had this whole thing where she would sell the house to a guy for 100,000$ up front and payments for the rest…except, she’s not realizing, after paying off the morgage (which, I don’t recall how much it is, but it’s not 100,000)….that’s a nice fucking down payment on a new house, plus, if the guy’s making payments…we don’t have to! His payments can be re-directed directly to the morgage of said new house.

Logic is not my mother’s fortay at the moment.

She’s also finally thinking about allowing me to become her payee…though she keeps changing that. Last night I went from becoming her payee, to splitting the bills down the center, to…whatever the fuck she’s come up with overnight. She can’t make up her mind, and we just keep getting further behind because she can’t manage her money (and yes, I can take her to court and get power of…whatever it is over money, but doing so would involve my family, because they always stick their noses into shit, and there is no way I’m letting my money grubbing, controling bastard of an uncle anywhere NEAR our money. Ours! No touchy!).

…I’m getting so fucking tired of this mess. I will admit it, I want out. I can’t say that to my mother because she’ll go ahead with her asanine plans and get rid of the only asset we have and I DON’T want that…but I’m so tired of all this crap. I’m tired of having every cent of my money being taken for bills she should have paid. I’m tired of opening the door to servicemen who are there to shut off one utility or the other. I’m tired of never knowing if I’m going to have electricity, water or heat the next morning. I’m REALLY fucking sick of paying 500$ rent (out of 680$ income) and then having to be -300$ in my bank account because if I don’t overdraft my account, I’m going to lose something…like the electricity last month…I’m also tired of being overdrafted by 300$ and still expected to pay 500$ rent the next month (hello mum! One cannot make 800$ out of 680!)

And it’s not just the money, I’m tired of being abused. I’m tired of being yelled at or bad mouthed because I can’t get out of bed and clean up the living room her dog tore up. I’m tired of being left alone when I’m violently ill so my mother can go spend the day at a place that makes her cry when she gets home (and I’m really fucking tired of her crying every day…it’s not her fault, but damn does it hurt me). I’m tired of my needs always coming last.

…maybe I’m just tired.

My mother and I got into a blazing row last week about how I was being ‘lazy’ and I’m always sick and that she’s doesn’t want to hear about it anymore since I don’t do anything around the house. Rather funny…for someone so lazy, I now have a home healthcare worker who will come to work for 50hrs a month to help me get around the house, bathe, eat, ect. Apparently the goverment and my doctors are seeing actual medical conditions, not ‘laziness’.

Grandmere managed to ruin another holiday, though I guess I can’t blame her this time. Just as we were going to start the BBQ for the fourth…life alert called us to tell us she was being rushed to the hospital. No idea what’s going on except that she’s waiting on a surgery…I’m sort of surprised she’s lasted this long, but I doubt it’ll be much longer.

…I still don’t know how I feel about the fact she may soon be very much out of my life. I mean, I’ve wanted it for years, prayed for it, but now…she’s my grandmother, even if she is the most wicked, evil, spiteful woman I have ever met.

I think the stress of Grandmere is what’s pushing my mother over the edge right now…and while I understand that, it’s still not making it a very happy place when I have to take all the bitching and fighting and…everything, just because she needs to lash out.

Sometimes…I wish I could just run away. Disappear and have my own life. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t leave my mother. For one thing, I’m too damn scared of what she’d do if I’m not around to keep her going…and for the other…I love her, despite the constant stress.

In utterly un-related news, I’ve discovered I can’t be without ciggerettes right now. I ran out hours ago and have not stopped scratching my arm since. Only, since I don’t have nails, I’ve been scratching at it with a toothpick. It’s all red and irritated.

I hope mum’s check comes in the mail today…maybe she’ll buy me a pack of smokes (while they’re still on sale for 2.75!)… *hopeful look at the mail*

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So one of the conditions of my mother’s release was that Douglas County Mental Health would provide my mother with her psych medications, as that is the whole reason for this mess.

They have now informed her that they will not be providing her with her medication because she has insurance…even though they’re required to by law (part of the fun discharge paperwork). Also, there is no other place for mum to get her medication locally that will take her insurance and we already have way too many bills to pay out of pocket.

So essentially…we’re back where we started, and now I have to keep a constant eye on mum to keep her from doing something stupid.

Mum’s contacting the reporter that first reported the tazer incident (gotta love newspapers…bastards), and hopefully her side of the story might stir the county into doing something to keep the egg off their face.

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especially with new employees, such as our new housekeeper:

Housekeeper: May I ask you how much you weigh?

Me: *wtf look* 350, yes, I’m fat.

H: Oh.  I was just wondering.  ’cause when I put up that picture of you, I knew it was you and you have such a pretty face.

M: *thinking* ugh, she went there. Now…what does this have to do with the price of tea in china?
M: *aloud* oookay.

H: You know, it’s just because you….

M: So, mum, when are you two leaving? *hopeful look*

ARG!  WTF, you just met me today lady, I answered the question, stop while you’re behind.  And never tell a fat person they have a pretty face, that’s the most over used and unbelivable lines known to man.  It’s right up there with ‘they have a good personality’.

Fucking bitch. *grumbles*

(and before you ask, I answered the question because A. I try not to be rude when I first meet people and B. I know I’m fat, she should have just dropped it after that and everything would be cool.

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Cut early because it’s all been said before, I just feel ranty today:

( YGO Rants )

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First of all, I will confess that my favorite ad campagn at the moment is the “I’m a Mac” campaign.

Second of all, I will confess to being a Windows user for about 15 years now (and not touching a mac since Jr. High).

That said…miss the point much, Microsoft? It’s not about your users (of which you have more then quite a few), it’s not about seeing your products for a few hours or more in a controlled enviroment (of course it works dumbass, you set it up that way).

It’s about your products NOT WORKING in a home/work/ect environment! It’s about users (*waves*) being so pissed off at the bugs/errors/frustration that we jump ship to any number of other products out there that *gasp* work.

But, just like your products, your ads aren’t working either. Cute and amusing (sorry, at times they are!), they’re not focusing on the POINT, but sugar coating it with a nice wrapper and wondering off on a tagent that means nothing to the actual issue…kind of like your help files and knowledge base really…

Face facts, your products DON’T DO WHAT THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO. And any amount of shiny wrapping and cute catch phrases isn’t going to suddenly make them do so. And yes, every program has problems and have since computers were first invented, but when product c (or b or d or zob) works better then yours…we’re going to use it!

You’re Microsoft, you’re either viwed as a devil or as god (or as that great uncle Earl who you kinda like, but only at family reunions when he’s drunk and dancing on the picnic table), no amount of cute little ads or misdirection will change that.

But…maybe actually trying to do something? That just might.

(Yes, random and worthless, but I was bored and saw that comercial ONE too many times. Also, this is like the fifth post I’ve tagged with ‘rant’…I need a hobby.)

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had one of the world’s shittiest nights. Not only have I been up an un-godly amount of time and am STILL sick…

But I spent the night caring for a dying kitten from about 7pm until she finally passed at 7am. Twelve hours of trying to make her at least comfortable, while hoping she would survive…And she didn’t even get to die peacefully, damnit! She seized at the last moment and ended up thrashing around…that’s not exactly the last image I want of her!

On top of that, mum finally agreed to surrender Kira (the puppy neither of us can control or train) to the animal shelter, so I spent half an hour trying to load a 50lb dog into our new car, while trying not to think that that was the last time I was going to see her (and I don’t even like the dog, damnit!).

I’m just…very drained and numb right now. I can’t even think or feel, let alone grieve for either animal.

I’m trying not to have a “Why me?” pity party in my head, which means trying to distract myself…which ISN’T WORKING! And I have a full disk of photos to edit…half of which contain the now late Mouse.

….can this day be over yet?

R.I.P. DoorMouse, daughter of Seth:

and goodbye, Kerradine:

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As this post contains information of a medical and personal nature, I’m cutting it early.

( TMI Warning )

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hear the guy setting off illigal fireworks next door yell ‘oh shit’….that’s not a good thing.

So I ended up in a screaming row at my neighbor for nearly setting fire to our house (he was drunk and setting off illigal fireworks in a dangerous fashion, as well as exploding a watermellon (in the middle of his front yard!) that hit his friend…who was down the street…WTF?!)

His reply to me informing him they’re A. illigal (duh) and B. He should have more consideration for his neighbors?

“Keep your damn cats from going over the fence”

…bwah? What does one have to do with the other, not to mention, they’re <em>cats</em> you can’t…really control those things, especially indoor/outdoor. Not to mention…CATS! They climb!

He also implied that if I can’t control them, maybe I shouldn’t have them (in the tone of one about to do something to my animals).

Pissed off!Raging Bitch! in zero point three seconds. Luckily, I had the pressence of mind <em>NOT</em> to hop the fence and beat the shit out of him despite what I would have rather done.

Instead, I remebered the freedoms our forefathers fought for us to have…and called the cops on him for illigal use of fireworks and endangering the safety of others.

*sticks tongue out in general direction of neighbors*

Mum’s not doing so good right now…so I’m glad she got to smile tonight.