Greetings and Salutations!
Just BUSY
Gretchen is fine
I’m OK
Just overworked, too many appointments (working on the ‘climb to 100’ w/the VA.) as well as G’s Eyeball appointments. I’ve been out of comms as well with all y’all, so apologies for that. It’s just even MOAR hectic than usual.
A tire literally worn out on the inside… so worn we couldn’t see that the alignment was out, so that got alllllll ate up. It had a slow leak enough so that the other day I went looking for via the soapy water and ‘feel around the tire and the edge’
Laid my finger (singular thank G-d) on one of the wires from the steel belt that was poking thru. Never seen one that bad before, never mind on one of my vehicles. Needless to say, no car for the past two days while waiting on the tires (just the fronts thankfully).
At least I can pick it up in the AM and even more grateful that it’s on VA-Payday so I’m not screwed financially.
So I’ll play catch up hopefully tomorrow.
It also doesn’t help that Red Dead Redemption 2 was on sale on Steam for $14.99. I utterly refuse to pay full price for a game. $15 is a fair dinkum deal in my book… NOT the $70 that it was when it first came out, so I’ve also been a might distracted with that.
Yah… even I need a break occasionally.
B/C as of December?
I might not get a break for another 18 years after.
DC is preggers again.
It.
Never.
Ends.
And save me the “I told you so…”
Believe you me. BOTH Gretchen and I are trying to angle an adoption for the kid. HOWEVER we’re not sure if that’s going to fly as we are dealing with a psychopath, and there’s no way in Hell she can raise a kid ever so……………………………………………………………………………..
And it’s a no-go at this station for the ‘other option’
Not that it could be done this late
So Rock, Welcome to my Hard Place.
More Later
BCE
Get that crazy bint a cork, or a COVID shot, or something. You don’t need that drama, but now you’ve got it anyway. Sonofabitch, the only break you ever catch is the kind that hits your wallet. Once again, her (DC) problems become your problems. The bullshit is never ending, and you are the only responsible guy around with a shovel. Now you’ll be scooping it until it’s time to dig your own grave with it.
You’re a good man, BC. Too good, and that’s why you keep getting irresponsible people’s fuckery dumped on you, because the idiots and users on your periphery know/assume they can figure on you carrying the weight.
I kind of get a bit of that too (not nearly to the extent you do, not even anywhere close). Have an old buddy who is on hard times (well, he has been on hard times since he came down the chute 50 years ago, it sure seems like) who is wanting to lean on me again because he’s got more than the usual amount of stupid going on in his life. I’m about to cut him off, because I just can’t keep covering his ass forever. He’s a grown man, and could see the present BS coming from miles away. Dicked around until it became a huge, intractable crisis and now wants my help (again). It’s as if he couldn’t plan a trip to the pisser 5 minutes in advance of needing to take a squirt, and he’s pretty much lived the last 2o+ years of his life that way. It’s all so tiresome.
Still have an ex gf who also tries to stay in my orbit, so she can try to randomly sucker me into being “The Lord High Fixer” once in a while for her various and sundry screw ups, but I pretty well put the kibosh on that garbage with finality around the end of 2019. I try to be helpful, but there comes a point where people just abuse the good nature of family and friends. Yet, I still hear from her once or twice a year. Yeah, she usually wants to trade nookie for taking care of a car problem or some such, I usually tell her I get fucked everyday just waking up alone, so have no need of or interest in her enticements (or entrapments, since she could probably still spawn a lil’ bastard Ruckus at her present age). I’m not going to be the fool who gives her the injection to treat her baby rabies, no way no how.
That’s the thing about having one’s shit together (at least relative to all the dysfunctional fucks around you), you become the point man and go-to fixer for everyone else’s problems. I guess some people thrive on playing that role, but I find it presumptuous and exhausting at this point in my life. At least I don’t have immediate family who behaves that way, because I guess it’d be more difficult to tell them to “Foxtrot Oscar”.
I guess that was a lot of shite for me to get around to my real point: please take care of yourself, and don’t let the opportunistic parasites keep using you until you’re nothing but a shrivelled husk of a man. Because rest assured, they will, if you don’t impose some hard limits.
Hear Hear Ruckus.
If you have your shit together fuckups gravitate towards you like you were the Sun to fix their problems.
Many people live their life like a feather blowing in the wind with no plans, no goals, no contingencies. just a feather on the wind going where the wind takes them. Then when trouble hits “help me”.. usually with YOUR money. FUCK THAT.
One of the hardest things that you MUST do is set HARD boundaries for your kids, family members and friends. You are not a bank, not a hotel and cannot and will not raise someone else’s kids.
My adopted daughter is DESPERATE to move in and live at my house. She’d love it… Dad pays the mortgage, electric bill, Internet bill and she has a nice cozy room with air conditioning and all the Internet she wants to watch Netflix and talk to her friends. She can then work a few hours at a joe job for spending money and then have constant drama with her “friends” as well as any losers she is dating.
GREAT deal for her, teenage years all over.
Me and my wife — FUCK THAT… I will not enable or support a healthy 23 year old lazy layabout who uses “muh mentals” for an excuse for everything.
No one gave me shit after I graduated college and have worked my ass off for everything I have.
As I have told ALL of my kids, you want something work and earn the money to get it otherwise STFU and don’t ask me because the answer is NO.
BCE, I know you and Wifey know and are setting boundaries. You must because both of you have health issues and physically couldn’t raise a kid and it’s not fair for DC to ask you too.
yeah. that is why I moved and told no one where I was going. I had enough of that shit.
haven’t seen of heard from my kids in close to 15 years now. I am better off for it too.
it gets real old having to bail them out of whatever stupid shit they get themselves into.
so, NO. the bank/ATM whatever is closed for good. also the reason why I don’t have a phone in my name either anymore. I did the single parent thing/game/whatever for close to 16 years.
I done enough already. spent more than enough “helping” them thru problems. most of them
made by doing stupid shit. even got tired of my grandson. last summer he starts asking me for tools
I told him, hey, how about this, you get a job. save YOUR money and buy what tools you want ?
you know like I had too.
Breathe in, breathe out. Good things are coming my friend.
Just got swindled out of 41k in an inheritance myself but for whatever reason I am remaining positive and such.
My wife said it’s strange . I went from Conan the barbarian to the Dali lama overnight.
You know why.
I told her I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. For me, heaven. For the family member who swindled us, that’s the light on the karma express girlfriend.
Perspective, my brother
“My wife said it’s strange . I went from Conan the barbarian to the Dali lama overnight”
+1, my friend. Had a similar moment myself some years back. I went from “nothing is ever the way it’s supposed to be” to “things are what they are”, then quickly moved to acceptance: “things are exactly the way they’re supposed to be”. This very recently cost me a girlfriend, I am apparently not socially conscious enough; her loss. I am capable of experiencing happiness, while she does not allow herself that. I am still acting strongly in my own best interests, without mentally grinding on all the constant bullshit.
Be well, brother.
Drug addict babies can have serious issues down the road.
Roger that!
BC, my wife and I tried to adopt twin boys from a friend of the family’s, druggie daughter. They got those babies to us, PRONTO!
They had been in carry seats and taught to feed from propped up bottles from birth. The back of their heads were FLAT! They didn’t know how to crawl, never cried, they learned it wouldn’t bring mom/comfort.
We had them responding like normal, healthy babies within a week. Everything was going well, when 2 months in, Birther Unit decides this is too much of a financial hit. Tells gran ma, we took the kids because she owed us drug money. We had phone calls, meetings with intermediaries, not BU or gran ma. We consult a (huck spit!) lawyer, we’re told we’ll spend endless money and lose (it’s Commiefornia). We deliver the now normalized boys with new car seats and loads of kid care paraphernalia, toys to said gran ma, she won’t talk to us.
Broken hearts, disappointments and big anger for us. Oh well, take the hit, eat shit and get on with life (wish it was that simple).
15 years later and Sherry runs into gran ma at Costco, all smiles until she gets the unvarnished truth. Gran ma leaves wrecked, sobbing. Finding out BU had lied about everything and dumped the the twins on gran ma to raise (it was SO HARD raising babies AFTER raising your FIRST litter). She didn’t like figuring out we would have changed everybody’s lives for the better and given those, now problem boys, their best shot at a normal life.
NO satisfaction in the “I told you so” conversation. Just revisiting stuffed, compartmentalized heartbreak, made worse because of a lying, tweeker, Birth Unit.
Moral of the story? No happy endings. BUT, you’re STUCK with having morals, ethics and the ability to see a better outcome.
Good luck Tiny, you’re going to need truck loads of it and money.
One (probably not the last) bit of advice, do something that doesn’t heart attack/stroke/destruction test you and your family into ruin/oblivion. This kind of stress/work kills (older) people. The cars and life-thing never let up, you already have (too much?) on your self induced, responsibility plate. PRAY FOR GUIDANCE!
Sherry keeps track of you through me, we’re praying for you and Gretchen because YOU NEED IT!
Damn! that was 40+ fukkn years ago and here I am clouding up again, at 74.
Followup on the MRE question: Was trolling through the GSA sales website (check the “Miscellaneous” box) and there are literally TONS of MREs and Humanitarian rations for sale. Large quantity in Greencastle, PA. Lots are +/- 38 pallets each (+/-21,000 meals) prevailing bids seem to be around $4,000, which is a little over $5 per meal. Inspection dates June 2025, extended to Nov 2025. Looks like FEMA inventory, there is a blurb that the meals have been stored according to manufacturer’s requirements. Similar huge quantities of the humanitarian rations (like MREs, but minus the taste) available in Hawaii and Guam. Interesting. I still think it is just older inventory clean-out. I hope I’m right.
are you sure you didn’t piss on some tomb while you where over there ?
or do something to a local witch doctor ?
I know bad luck myself, but DAMN. you have it in spades.
question , just HOW did you two find about DC with “child” anyway ? your in-laws ?
or did DC tell you guys herself ?
my first rule with whammen is never date one with children- adult or otherwise. it never works out……………
good luck with that bro
And never, ever talk to an Ex. I never spoke a word to my ex wife of 18 years after I gave her her copy of our finalized divorce papers. People say I shouldn’t hold on to that anger. Well, I tell them, don’t confuse my apathy for them with anger. I just don’t care about their life after we are done and will not allow them to try to involve themselves in mine, either.
Why can’t the GOOD women have all the babies?!
Why does it always have to be the nutty ones that are the “Fertile Myrtles”??
Also– if anyone is interested in rescuing ZMan’s two cats from the shelter in West Virginia (Morgan County), please post something here and we can get in touch offline.
OT, but still kinda relevant.
MRE’s arrived intact and the TTI is in perfect condition from the trip although I had doubts
due to leaving MO (Springfield, then KC) on to Chicago, then to Plano/Dallas, onward to Orlando.
You get it ‘whenever’ if you choose free shipping…
My last one was delayed, as well. I wasn’t expecting it until July 3, according to the e-mail from Amazon, but it arrived last night. Just one case, but it was a B lot. Nephew ordered 2 cases but never got them. He cancelled his order and got a refund then ordered 2 cases at the lower price which haven’t arrived yet. Normally, shipping delays don’t get me too wrapped around the axle, but in the 100+ degree temps, I sure don’t like the idea of MREs sitting around in some warehouse or truck waiting to move.
Methotrexate.
Had plenty of experience, married to a sociopath for almost 20 years. She died alone, from cancer, cigarettes, having screwed everyone she knew for all the money she could steal her whole life. I sometimes wonder if it ever occurs to these kinds of people, the damage and problems they cause, but no. Their brains seem to be hard wired in the direction that no one else in the world matters, but themselves, and whatever bullshit they want. It seems that if people have any avenue they can go down, they go.
Semi-retired Physical Therapist here.
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I heard the same statement from so many patients, it seemed like a script:
* “I never took time for myself, so in a way, this [surgery, trauma, illness] is a blessing, my only rest time for me.”
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I wonder about manifesting.
Do care-givers create the surgery/trauma/illness simply for somebody to take care of them for a change?
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Self-care.
You are no good to anybody if you are stressed and exhausted.