Gramma,
It's hot and sunny with no wind. It's supposed to rain later today. I hope so. Yesterday I went to buy wild bird seed and came home from Fleet Farm $300.00 lighter. Plants were seventy-five percent off. I also bought candy. I had to go home and get the truck. The back of my van could only fit so much. No garage-sales for the rest of this month.
I've been planting for a three hours and need to take an extended break. Too much heat makes me sick and I end up down for the rest of the day. I'm resisting the urge to take a nap. I've eaten a pound of maple nut goodies and the sugar spike doesn't help. Princess, my minnie Aussie, is in heat. She is whiney and taking a nap. Nobody would know if I took a nap too. But, I am full of dirt, so no.
My daughter-in-law seems to be avoiding me--not returning my calls. I wanted the kids for a few days during the week. They keep me upright. The hell with it, just an hour is all. An hour and twenty minutes later, I head back out to dig more holes. I wasn't sleeping, but I wasn't moving.
Girlfriend called this morning to tell me how crappy her mini-vacation was. She took her soon to be ex-husband's sister with her. Why is beyond me. Icky Vicky whined the whole time about her husband and her brother. The rule was that neither of those things were up for discussion. Vicky said she didn't think that was going to work for her and wouldn't shut up. No hotel reservations over the Fourth equaled a $200.00 a night room. They came back from Michigan early.
Another girlfriend called to tell me the latest drama with her kids. One of her grandsons didn't want to hang out with his cousin while gramma spent time with her sisters. So brat boy calls his daddy and protests loudly. Daddy calls gramma and gives her what for about not watching his kids (for free).
Gramma dropped the kids off anyway. The granddaughter tells the her aunt, a new mother, that she is a baby killer. One of her children died in a freak accident last year. Of course, she heard that from her dad, who is, of course, an asshole. So, the texting started between the two brothers.
"You're a bad parent. Your kid died because you weren't watching him."
"You're a bad parent. Maybe you should have given your daughter up for adoption at birth so she wouldn't have gotten molested by your in-laws.
"You should get a job and maybe your wife wouldn't fuck around on you with your best friend, loser."
You should quit your job and quit embarrassing dad with your shitty work." (They work for the same outfit and the kid is a fuckup.) "Shove another turkey baster of meth up your ass."
Things deteriorated from there. We all have something. I am grateful for the peace and quiet of this day. It is not my turn in the shit barrel.
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Thursday, July 7, 2016
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Train Wreck
Bad Gramma,
Called my girlfriend and asked what she was doing. She's trying to find out online how long meth stays in your system. Her son and a dumbass friend of his decided to shoot meth up their asses using a turkey baster. You will get higher faster for longer, said Bevis to Butthead. More than a week has passed and she thinks he is a little off. Maybe there was a booster shot somewhere in there.
I laugh because this reminds me of the time I called the department of psychiatry at the U of M to ask how long it takes for a meth addict's pupils to undialate. My son had been in prison awhile and his pupils were still dialated. The other end of the line said, "We haven't had much opportunity to study that segment of society."
Girlfriend went to pick up the dog at her son's house, as he would be working late. The feds and the police had removed the front door in a most violent way and were tossing the sad little house. Girlfriend asks what the hell they are doing there. Someone held up a pipe and some weed. "You don't know your son is dealing meth?" She says he's not. They say they have found a bunch of needles. She says they were from his ex-wife who stopped by recently to visit the kids.
The ex-wife is a POS ho bag drug addict who deserted the kids and took off with one of her boyfriends for greener pastures. The kids think their dad is keeping their mother from them. She rarely shows up and always brings trouble. This time she said she was clean and was hoping to get the kids back. She is probably doing squeal for a deal on some charges she's facing and left the used needles for props.
The feds told girlfriend she should keep picking the kids up after school. She asks how they know she does that, They play back the details of her past week's activities, how she took the kids to Toy's R Us in the cities so they could pick out something for their birthdays. On Sunday, we were out riding bikes with club members. We stopped at the Dairy Queen. We are badass.
Girlfriend has two other son's, both with new babies. One son spent a night in jail last week for disorderly conduct at a bar. The other one is friends with Bevis, and they are often up to no good. The feds should follow Bevis around for awhile and they will find out who is dealing what and where. Bevis got a big inheritance, which is making some drug dealers pretty flush these days.
Most of these kids were raised in good homes, by good people, who set good examples. In a recent session with the school counselor, girlfriend's grandkids revealed that their dad is on drugs. Making memories. There is not much you can do here, but watch the train wreck.
Called my girlfriend and asked what she was doing. She's trying to find out online how long meth stays in your system. Her son and a dumbass friend of his decided to shoot meth up their asses using a turkey baster. You will get higher faster for longer, said Bevis to Butthead. More than a week has passed and she thinks he is a little off. Maybe there was a booster shot somewhere in there.
I laugh because this reminds me of the time I called the department of psychiatry at the U of M to ask how long it takes for a meth addict's pupils to undialate. My son had been in prison awhile and his pupils were still dialated. The other end of the line said, "We haven't had much opportunity to study that segment of society."
Girlfriend went to pick up the dog at her son's house, as he would be working late. The feds and the police had removed the front door in a most violent way and were tossing the sad little house. Girlfriend asks what the hell they are doing there. Someone held up a pipe and some weed. "You don't know your son is dealing meth?" She says he's not. They say they have found a bunch of needles. She says they were from his ex-wife who stopped by recently to visit the kids.
The ex-wife is a POS ho bag drug addict who deserted the kids and took off with one of her boyfriends for greener pastures. The kids think their dad is keeping their mother from them. She rarely shows up and always brings trouble. This time she said she was clean and was hoping to get the kids back. She is probably doing squeal for a deal on some charges she's facing and left the used needles for props.
The feds told girlfriend she should keep picking the kids up after school. She asks how they know she does that, They play back the details of her past week's activities, how she took the kids to Toy's R Us in the cities so they could pick out something for their birthdays. On Sunday, we were out riding bikes with club members. We stopped at the Dairy Queen. We are badass.
Girlfriend has two other son's, both with new babies. One son spent a night in jail last week for disorderly conduct at a bar. The other one is friends with Bevis, and they are often up to no good. The feds should follow Bevis around for awhile and they will find out who is dealing what and where. Bevis got a big inheritance, which is making some drug dealers pretty flush these days.
Most of these kids were raised in good homes, by good people, who set good examples. In a recent session with the school counselor, girlfriend's grandkids revealed that their dad is on drugs. Making memories. There is not much you can do here, but watch the train wreck.
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