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Post by Squeemonster on May 10, 2009 20:19:11 GMT -5
I knew it!! I knew it was the husband the second I saw him!! Plus, the fact that he didn't say hello to the victim when they were introduced was very suspicious. [/] Lie To Me babbling
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on May 10, 2009 20:28:26 GMT -5
I must be reverting, or something; my mother's day dinner was a Costco hotdog and fresh strawberries, and all of a sudden I remembered being a little kid and going to Kelley's Kamp (a lake resort of the old kind with leaky rental row-boats and a big swimming dock) for Mother's Day with Grandma and all her grandkids.
Mmmmmmm, strawberries...
Julia, California ones, but they're getting better at packing them ripe
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on May 10, 2009 20:39:47 GMT -5
Oy. I worked my patootie off yesterday. I cleaned out and organized my bedroom closet, emptied out and threw away a ton of stuff from my paperwork and bills drawers, organzied said paperwork and bills drawers, spray-painted the shade that goes in my arch window a lovely shade of purple, did laundry including bed sheets, and put together a new tv stand that I bought this week. And I woke up with a splitting headache this morning, along with a sore back. And I had a horrible nightmare last night that I just can't seem to shake. Serves me right for watching The Descent last night and eating a big spicy supper and drinking a Mojito cooler and taking three Advil PM and breathing in paint fumes. Wow!! I like the part about the Mojito cooler, though. I visited Vince and my sis in Cols on Saturday, then visited my mother-in-law and Tom near Cincy on Sunday. I had a nice weekend, but lots of driving. Bought some flowers and seedlings and seeds. Much left to do on my Buffy review!! Will probably cloister myself Mon and Tues night to finish.Yayness!
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on May 10, 2009 20:41:07 GMT -5
My mom is not wanting to relinquish the stuff of mine that is currently being stored in their storage locker.
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Post by SpringSummers on May 10, 2009 21:06:58 GMT -5
Like that's gonna work . . . Well, I've already got the snarky-asshole-who-hates-people-and-loves-prescription-drugs part of the personality, now I've just got to somehow obtain the scary-smarts part. Oh, I agree you are a snarky-asshole-who-hates-people-and-loves-prescription-drugs! I just don't think that is what Greg is looking for . . . he's looking more for a . . . short dark-haired woman, who lives in the midwest, works in higher ed, has an orange car, and likes anchovi pizza with black olives. At least, those are the vibes I get from the subtext of the show. You are probably misreading the more subtle aspects of the phrasing and imagery involved. But don't feel bad. You are not a professional TV analyst such as myself.
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Post by Sue on May 10, 2009 21:36:18 GMT -5
Best to Shan and her dad and the kids.
Best to Anne and her Dad and mom and family.
Monnie--3 Advil PM. I take a half and still feel hungover the next day. If I took three I wouldn't wake up until 4th of July!
Liz--urk on your mom holding stuff hostage. Why? Is there stuff she wants or uses or is still trying to use it to get you to ... do something?
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on May 10, 2009 22:52:39 GMT -5
Best to Shan and her dad and the kids. Best to Anne and her Dad and mom and family. Monnie--3 Advil PM. I take a half and still feel hungover the next day. If I took three I wouldn't wake up until 4th of July! Liz--urk on your mom holding stuff hostage. Why? Is there stuff she wants or uses or is still trying to use it to get you to ... do something?I suspect it's exactly like in Gilmore Girls how Emily was pissed when Lorelai suddenly had the money to pay for Rory's education and thus eliminating the impetus for Friday Night Dinners. It's one of the concrete things still tying me to them and requiring me to actually visit them. Not sure if that's conscious or unconscious though. Control over my possessions has been a long ongoing struggle between us. Aside from being a manifestation of our power and control issues over my life, my parents have always had a black hole in their house into which random possessions disappear forever. There are so many things that I've lost to that black hole, never to be seen again. It's true that I have occasionally lost things of my own volition, but at least then it's my own fault, and besides, I'm much better at organizing things than she is. And when I do have stuff stored with them, my mom will sometimes call me up and ask me if I really need the stuff after all and if there's any chance I'd be willing to get rid of it or donate it to charity or something. Not that I have a problem with donating to charity; once when one of the hurricanes hit Wilmington I was willing to donate a bunch of clothes that were stored in their house because people were really hurting. I just have a problem with her manipulative tone and making presumptions that she knows how to manage my possessions more than I do. I'm also loathe to make decisions like that when I'm not clear from her descriptions over the phone or internets exactly what she's talking about so I can't be clear whether I could possibly want to donate it or whatever. She's also been trying to get rid of my keyboard for years which really pisses me off. I've tried really hard for a long time to separate my stuff from theirs, but I haven't completely managed it yet. Had everything moved to high school, but had to move it back between high school and college. Moved everything to California during college, but had to move it back when I stayed with them for a while. Then I had almost everything with me in Greenville, but last year, I let them take some of the less essential stuff because I thought maybe I would get into med school at the last minute, and if that happened, I would have had to make a really quick move and the less stuff I had to take with me at the time the easier that would be. Since then, they've been holding on to things, knowing that I would have to pick it all up at some point. I was afraid this would happen all over again, but the advantages majorly outweighed the disadvantages at the time. And since then they've gone from "you can pick your stuff up at your convenience" to my dad last month being all "why would you ever want your stuff back?" and my mom declaring that I shouldn't take back things like the china and crystal and silver to now when she's saying that I shouldn't take anything with me, not even my music and Christmas decorations and books and jewel cases (less important, but still) because then I would have to take it with me as I move from place to place. This was supposed to be TEMPORARY. And if I want to the trouble of moving things then that should be my problem, not theirs. Frankly, it's worth the effort and expense if the only other alternative is to argue ceaselessly with them about what should be a very simple matter. And I would also have peace of mind knowing that my possessions are safe and secure and will be in the same state every time I open up the boxes. And that doesn't even touch on the list of items that she's promised I could take but she's currently using, which ranges from artwork that I did (definitely mine), to my braids that were cut off when I was four (also definitely mine, though my mom's kind of symbolically attached to them and I was thinking of taking just one), to my childhood egg cup set, and to my Great Great Aunt's naked people lamp which my mom, my GGA, and I discussed me getting before my GGA passed away (leaning towards being passed on to me but my mom could technically make a case for keeping it, possession is 9/10ths and all). Not to mention official papers like wills and powers of attorney, which will probably remain with them because I don't have a safety deposit box. I know this all sounds like hysterical paranoia, but I just don't trust her with stuff like this. I feel like I have so little control over everything else when it comes to her that having control over my stuff instead of her that much more important. This is MY STUFF. MY LIFE, DAMMIT. There should be no question about it; if I want it, then I should be able to take it back, no questions asked. I'm just grateful that I've managed to hang on as much as I have. If I had the means, they never would have had any possession of mine under their roof ever from the beginning of high school. I'm mad at myself that I've ever had to rely on them to hold on to stuff for me. I don't know what to do at this point except for an act of sneakiness and somehow smuggle everything out of their storage locker without them knowing about it. I have no idea how to do that though. I'm hoping that an opportunity will open up whenever I do visit them. Hopefully, she'll still agree to let me into the storage locker to take a few things and then I can just take it all and get away with it without her noticing. I just hope that when I finally manage to extract everything, it will be for the last time. Sigh. ARGHH. I am seriously PISSED right now.
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Post by Vlad on May 10, 2009 22:53:42 GMT -5
Well, I've already got the snarky-asshole-who-hates-people-and-loves-prescription-drugs part of the personality, now I've just got to somehow obtain the scary-smarts part. Oh, I agree you are a snarky-asshole-who-hates-people-and-loves-prescription-drugs! I just don't think that is what Greg is looking for . . . he's looking more for a . . . short dark-haired woman, who lives in the midwest, works in higher ed, has an orange car, and likes anchovi pizza with black olives. At least, those are the vibes I get from the subtext of the show. You are probably misreading the more subtle aspects of the phrasing and imagery involved. But don't feel bad. You are not a professional TV analyst such as myself.We pay you?! Not since the last time I looked at our budget! If there's been changes, I want to take up issues about my pension since I retired. Vlad
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on May 10, 2009 23:04:32 GMT -5
OK, I should go to bed, but I am seriously riled up right now. Must find something soothing and reassuring.
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Post by Vlad on May 10, 2009 23:14:43 GMT -5
Replying to Liz here about possessions: Don't "sneak." When you are there, demand access to your things in storage and then immediately take everything that is is yours and sentimental. Put it in your own storage and pay for it. Don't tell them where you are putting it. Leave a big box with your great aunt once removed Gertrude if you have to because you can't afford storage, assuming you can trust her. Lock it up in a trunck that you only have hte key for while it's there. Be aware that larger items you may just have to write off. Such is life. Battling over possessions is rampant in most families in one way or another. But sneaking... BAD! If you are open about it at hte time, there can be no later recriminations of "that wasn't yours!" Have them sign off on it at the time. If you can't succeed in getting everything you wnat clearly labeled in their minds as "yours," then play their game and tell them you are taking custody of it for now and you can haggle over it later. If they try to play the trump card of "Well, you can't afford it" jsut tell them you will manage, thank you. You do that, it's liable to show them how very serious these things are to you. It might open better dialogue and a real solution may be found. You are in a bad place for bargaining, however, because it sounds like they have at least partially paid your way for the last few years (ie. giving you a place to live, food, free storage, etc.) After you turn 18 and graduate HS, you are an adult and your parents don't actually owe you anything (unless they are divorced and hten the non-custodial is usually REQUIRED to pay for part of your ongoing education, usually up until about 22-23. But that's for antoher rant all of its own. ) That is why you may jsut have to write off large items that you feel are yours but they won't let you have. Such is life and materialism/sentimental attachment. At that point, you have to jsut try to take the high road and appreciate the fact that they have been there for you when they didn't have to be through the last several years. Many kids don't get that luxury. Learn from their errors and try to be better to your own offspring when the day comes. I know this sounds harsh, both on you and them, but really, if this situation has been ongoing for years, you have to stand up and assert your rights. They aren't going to do that for you. It's not in their own interest. They like hte status quo. Vlad
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Post by Queen E on May 11, 2009 7:01:32 GMT -5
Whoa.
Thirteen years ago today? I graduated from college.
Man, I feel old.
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Post by Pixi on May 11, 2009 8:28:37 GMT -5
WARNING: Parental bragging to ensue. I am now the proud mother of Teen Miss Bravo 2009. (Please ignore the goofy shirt she has on- she had already changed out of her costume) It was a wonderful night. She has worked so hard to win title this year and come so close so many times without winning that this was a joyous, wonderful night. I screamed so loud in the audience that it was embarrassing. Hee!
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Post by Squeemonster on May 11, 2009 8:58:05 GMT -5
WARNING: Parental bragging to ensue. I am now the proud mother of Teen Miss Bravo 2009. (Please ignore the goofy shirt she has on- she had already changed out of her costume) It was a wonderful night. She has worked so hard to win title this year and come so close so many times without winning that this was a joyous, wonderful night. I screamed so loud in the audience that it was embarrassing. Hee! WOO HOO!!!! Congratulations to Kiersten and congrats to you! Fantastic Mother's Day gift, I'd say.
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Post by Pixi on May 11, 2009 9:04:32 GMT -5
Thanks Monnie. It really was the best Mother's day gift ever from her since I spend so much time and money on dance, it's nice when you get a day like that.
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Post by Sara on May 11, 2009 9:05:49 GMT -5
WARNING: Parental bragging to ensue. I am now the proud mother of Teen Miss Bravo 2009. <snipped for space> (Please ignore the goofy shirt she has on- she had already changed out of her costume) It was a wonderful night. She has worked so hard to win title this year and come so close so many times without winning that this was a joyous, wonderful night. I screamed so loud in the audience that it was embarrassing. Hee!
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