It’s been a year of almost pure shit. I am sick and tired of it and want it over with. It can not come soon enough. And, I know it’s not supposed to make a difference what year it says it is on the calendar. There is absolutely no reason to think that having the year change from aught nine to ten will make any difference in our day to day continuance. I mean why should it. Logically, it won’t make any difference at all.
And yet, it has to.
I know that it was very close to the beginning of this year when things started spiraling downhill. John’s job got a ton more stressful. We had Marital Problems. His health issues. Issues that weren’t even acknowledged to us by his then general practitioner, and we ended up finding out with his stint in the hospital for the better part of October. Yes, October in particular, can bite my ass.
Moving right along…..
Henrietta has decided that Kessa’s boyfriend is the devil. No. Really. She selected him from all the other contenders of people that she see’s day to day sometime in October when John was in the hospital.
It all began with her telling my SIL, who was here taking care of her while I was there with John, that The Boyfriend was a shifty character who was just trying to sleep with Kessa.
Upon John’s and my return she announced to us that my SIL was unable to sleep while she was here one night because The Boyfriend was going in and out the front door all night and he was trying to sleep with Kessa.
Of course the SIL had already alerted us to this latest rant and we were kind of expecting, well, something like this.
I came *this* close to telling her something like, “Henrietta, I know it’s been a long time since you “slept” with anyone, but it’s not accomplished by going in and out the front door of the house.”
I just explained to her that SIL said no such thing and we had talked to her already and she must have misunderstood her.
Soon afterward, she indicated her annoyance with The Boyfriend in more ways to me. Saying little muttered things under her breath about him being lazy, shiftless and no good. Rolling her eyes at the mention of his name. Said things like, “Oh, you know how that boy is…”
“No, how is he, Henrietta?”
Exasperated sigh, “Krissa, you know how he is!”
“NO! Truly! I do not! What have you got against him?! You’ve been badmouthing him for days and he has done absolutely nothing to deserve it! I stopped just short of telling her that he is just the latest in a long line of victims she has plucked out of thin air to harp on, (including me), and she is just never happy content if she’s not being hateful about someone.
At this point she stopped and told me that while John was in the hospital The Boyfriend threw the telephone at Kessa.
What?
Oh, yes. She was certain of it. He was standing at the top of the stairs and Kes was standing on the landing and she told him she didn’t want to talk on the phone and she’d call the person back and he THREW the phone at her!
I assured her that this did not transpire and took the story in and was telling John what she said when Kes came home and caught the tail end of it and was amazed that there actually was a tiny grain of truth to another one of her wild tales.
Old Blue was for sale during all this time and we had an ad on Craig’s List.
We were getting calls for it and Kes and Keelan were taking numbers for me to return from the hospital or where ever. Hence, she took the phone upstairs with her to watch a movie. She came back down to make popcorn and The Boyfriend appeared at the top of the stairs and hollered at her that there was a call for the pickup. She said tell them my parents will call back and he said they just wanted to ask some basic questions. So she stepped up onto the landing and he pitched the phone down like we have done a thousand times, except Kes is the worst catcher in the history of people with hands and practically never does anything but break the fall for the phone. (Stairs are carpeted, whew!)
So, as per normal procedure, she drops the phone and then picked it up and talked on it and hung up and that was the end of it. OR WAS IT?
God, please, PLEASE give Henrietta a more loving, tolerant, accepting soul and fill her with the understanding that there is no one in this house that is pure evil and actually the only evil she has to worry about is what she brings out in me when she gets all bitchy like this… Actually, scratch all that.
God, PLEASE give me a more loving, tolerant, accepting soul…
Amen
2009 can bite my ass too! If I never see another doctor again it will just fine and damn dandy with me! Now I am going to pray to GOD that he will give you a more loving, tolerant, accepting soul….I wonder if he will do the same for me?
I don’t even know what to say that would be remotely comforting; I GET that you are trying to mask the pain with humor, and I love you for it, but I think i hear what you are really saying and I just wish I could come over there and kick H’s ass I mean give you a big hug and feed you soup.
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I’m praying that 2010 finds you and John on a nice cruise with a tiny portion of the lottery money you win. I pray for Henrietta to be on a cruise of her own…in the back of her sweet mind. Seriously, I DO PRAY that things ease up for you. That old saying that He doens’t give you more than you can handle is an unfair statement.
Hugs
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2010 has GOT to be better . . . it’s just GOT to be!
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says:
Every year for the past 4 or so years, I’ve been all, OHMYGOD I can’t wait for this year to end and this year, I’m just trying to be all zen about it because they’ve all gotten progressively worse. I know, that sounds ominous. It’s not.
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I hear ya!! There must of been something about this year – myself and 3 girlfriends are having a party at th eend of the year just so we can burn our 2009 calendars!!! Burn suckers, burn!!!!
I can’t wait for this year to be over either! Last two years have pretty much…how can I say this? Sucked big time. Oh there have been good times, but the stress of other people’s BS has been overwhelming.
Next year will be a better year for you, I’ll pray for a lottery win and cruise for you as well! Why not?
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Let’s make a pact on the lottery and help each other out. Hey, my cough is improving a little bit, hope John’s is too.
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You’ve had some tough times. I’m here with you to ride out the ups and downs. Your SIL sounds like a handful. You are very wise to pray for help in changing yourself rather than changing others.
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Hon, I’m sorry. 2010 is going to be much, much better.
I’d love to see The Evil Boyfriend bring H some chocolates. Or laxatives. Or whatever it is that she loves the best. Oh, how quickly her tune would change!
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Funny post mommy. We will get Mimi straightened out eventually.
Your change in prayer reminded me of something my daughter once said. (Isn’t it amazing how God uses our children to teach us?) When she and her husband were being commissioned as foreign missionaries, each new missionary had about 1 minute to speak to the audience. Her statement was that when (husband) told her he felt led to be a foreign missionary, she prayed that God would change (husband’s) mind. Instead, God changed her heart. They have been missionaries in Poland for the last three years. They are my heros!!!
I had a year like that- my brother was arrested, my daughter left home, my mother died and I got fired. I felt like I was drowning. Here’s what I did: Got into therapy for the first time to save my life. Burned incense and created rituals to banish evil and attract good and stay alive. Lit candles to soften light that had grown too harsh. Walked daily to feel connected to the earth. Read poetry because it taught me truth at a subterranean level. Poetry came to me as a gift that year.
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Ye Gads! My Gran is stressing me out and I don’t even have to live in the same house or take care of her every day… And she’s mostly funny, independent and lovely. Just being responsible for someone’s life is stressful. Add to that ALLLL of the crap you’ve been through? Man.
You know…. if her heart can take it, you should set up some mythical worship service in her room, complete with Egyptian gods, heck throw Zues in for good measure, as well. Oh and there absolutely has to be a bowl with fire, and…
nevermind. That’s just too wrong for words.
2010 should be good, I mean all of the even numbered Star Trek’s were, right? See the correlation?
Me neither, just don’t tell the side of my brain that typed that.
(I heard you!)
Gotta go!
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BWAHAHAHAHA…going in and out the front door OF THE HOUSE. I’m still laughing!
I’ve been going to write a similar post, but realized I wrote a nasty-o-gram to 2008 and figured I’d better try to make peace with 2009 so it won’t put a hex on 2010. But really 2010 really MUST get better… it’s gotta be in the stars. For all of us.
And I love Roger’s suggestion!!
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Want me to bring my brother to Christmas? He looks kinda black, hilarity could ensue.
oh babe. We should get Henrietta and Boo together cause he is running around telling everyone he is gunna murder them.
That should quieten her down a tad.