Saturday, June 16, 2012

I've heard it said that many women are bitches.

I may finally have become a woman!  I feel the bitch trying to get out.  I  keep her inside, projecting only silence to the world.  I speak in a normal voice yet I seem to be the only one that Hunter can't hear.  I used to sing and could fill a whole auditorium with my voice if that's what was called for.  I have heard others yell for someone to no avail and I step in and get that person's attention.  Always.  I can be loud enough to almost call the dead up from their graves.  But, I am not a loud person.  We did the trip to Wisc. for that wake and came back the same evening.  Hunter drove all the way there and leaving, he drove the back roads for a bit to avoid the traffic on the highway.  Then back on the road, I took over and drove the rest of the way home-4 hours.  He did thank me for driving.

The following day he said that if I didn't get to gettin' on the garage sale stuff, he wasn't going to help me.  So we got at it with him changing the way I planned to do it.  Couldn't really argue or he wouldn't have helped me.  I use the term 'help' lightly.  He questioned almost everything I wanted to sell.  We did ok for awhile but then his "Oh look, a chicken!"  kicked in and he was off to make a phone call or rest or eat or watch the news. I will maybe get back at it today if I am not too pissed to 'work' with him.  It is safe, calm and quiet here away from him.  Sad isn't it?  Jennifer (DIL) and son and kids should be here around June 20th or the 21st.  Hope she is able to come over the day before the sale to help me set up.  I will have alot of pricing to do and she is awesome at this!!!!  Looks like the day of the sale will be perfect.  Obviously we do not want any rain and it should be cool enough that the heat won't cause Jennifer's dysautonomia to flair up.  Although, the sight of a woman passing out, including a possible seizure or pants wetting would certainly draw crowds.  The only foreseeable problem would be if daughter Dawn is coming out the day of the sale.  I am afraid Jenn would leave because she refuses to see Dawn.  This is totally justifiable.  Dawn wrote a scathing thing on facebook about people who are on disability and get to do all these fun things and it was really a dig at John and Jennifer.  I know it is between them and I actually agree with Jennifer on this.  The only part I have in this is that  I need jenn!.  And if she won't come the day of the sale, how do I tell my daughter that I don't want her to come?  I had planned to spend this whole week getting ready for my sale and Hunter knew it as I told him many times over.  So, now he has this thing planned at his son's house where they will be making homemade rootbeer-yeah, the kind that exploded all over my kitchen on the day he was leaving for hunting and I had to clean it all up.  Hey, he didn't let a little thing like my father's funeral get in the way of his hunting so.......
He is also preparing a meal at Aaron's that involves Venison and Leeks.  Yeah.  I really want to go to that.  I will go if Aaron's girlfriend Shabath is going to be there.

I know this will come as a surprise but I am actually going to do something FOR ME!  I am going to insist and if I must, the word fuck may come into play here.  This is the rarest of rare occasions.  I will have all 7 of my grand kids here at the same time and Debbie's OCD will have to overridden because I don't give a shit what her plans are.  I will get all the kids together for some pictures.  I don't care who is pissed at who.  It is happening.  And yes, I know that according to Hunter,.....his grand kids are his because they are blood and mine are mine because they are my blood.  Tough shit. 
We got an e-mail from Dab a day or two ago saying Matt-her husband-told her what Hunter supposedly said.  That we would be staying overnight with them at the Dells-water parks- in the expensive room we stayed in last time and that we would be seeing them when they come back this way-for either dinner and then we could play at the water park all day with them.  Hunter said that what was in the e-mail was totally wrong and that he was going to call his son and straighten it out.  He has yet to do this. I am waiting hin to call so I can scheduale the time to gather everyone for pics.  Today Hunter said I'd better check with my kids to see if they can be there for the pictures.  Fine.  I told him that if we haveto go to the dells, we are bring the 5 grandkids with us and he can pay for their food, room, etc.  Or if we were going to dinner, he would have to pay for all the kids meals too.  Can you imagine me telling Debbie that they have to be at such-and-such a place at such-and-such a time?  It would put her OCD ass in the psych ward.  My kids would come with the kids any day at any time.  My people are easily accommodating.

Off to read some posts.  Peace.   
p.s.  Spell check seems to be gone for the weekends so please forgive me my error as I forgive the errors of other.

9 comments:

lotta joy said...

There comes a time when a woman will burn down her own house and happily walk out through the flames.

Choose your battles.

My name WAS Female, I shit you not! said...

Our circumstances are different, but I see "another lost soul" ...as in US.
Somebody....it very SELF CENTERED and it's NOT YOU!
OMG....another family that the "grown" kids all don't get along with each other. I have the same problem with having to lie to one to keep them away when the other is here. I walk a TIGHT ROPE! It's all about "keeping the peace." BUT ....at who's expense! Mine!
Would love to be a "fly on the wall" at my wake and funeral to see how the family dynamics stood up those days. ;0)
If they are aware of how it hurts me as their mother....you wouldn't know it...or they just plain don't care! sigh
Good luck on that SALE. Something tells me you are going to be one tired and sore lady when all is said and done. (((hugs)))Pat

Red Shoes said...

Sometimes, one just has to say 'Fuckette" (French, you know) and take the world by the short hairs and claim it to be yours...

~shoes~

Sandra said...

It must be "pain in the butt husband" day...I'm being kind, my husband is bordering on much nastier names....
I'm glad the bitch is coming out and you hold strong lady! Get those pictures,and fuck...yes, I said 'fuck' right in the comments...and fuck what anybody has to say about anything.

Wanda's Wings said...

Sounds like you are having fun. NOT! Take care.

grins said...

Sorry, I'm pretty self centered myself. Lots o guilt here.

Saw that comment on TIME. I didn't even remember writing that one, let alone put it up. I can tell it's mine though. I took it off, as is sub par and my wife would kick my patootie.

Rob-bear said...

Oh, dear. Poor Hunter; he just cannot keep things in his head, it seems. That's why I have to check the calendar so regularly — so I don't create a major problem— cause I have troubles keeping things in my head.

And it seems his priorities are rather messed up, or something. "He didn't let a little thing like my father's funeral get in the way of his hunting." Oh dear! So sad.

I'm a pretty easy and simple Bear, but I also understand lotta joy's comment above. Yeah, I can see that happening. Walk through the flames then stand and watch the whole thing come down. Oh dear, that's so sad, too.

Blessings and Bear hugs — all that you need, and more.

Snowbrush said...

Peace to you too, dear.

Grammy Goodwill said...

I hope you can get your pictures taken with little fussing and feuding. Also, good luck with the yard sale.