As You Wish

My dad's mom has been living with my parents now for a couple of months and needless to say it is not the ideal situation. She is a nice enough lady, but I don't know of anyone that would want their elderly parent living with them. She moved here from northern California and I'm not going to say she is crazy, but... she is crazy! My grandma had 4 children: my dad, my Aunt Linda, my Aunt Susan, and George.

George is the baby of the family and he is far from being an infant. He is somewhere in his forties, but my grandma thinks he is still a little boy. I hate to be rude, but he is a horrible excuse for a human being. He is constantly broke because he wastes all his money on drugs and he mooches off of his mother who has been retired for many years now.

I am going to list some of the reasons he is a disgrace to this family:

• Drugs - enough said.
• Abusive - He beat my grandmother, which is one of the reasons she had to come live with my parents.
• He was late to is own father's funeral. (On a side note he has a different father than the rest of his siblings.)
• He has been in and out of jail.
• He steals from his own mother.
• Up until the point where my grandma moved to Winnemucca, George was living with her. Let me remind you that he is in his forties and still living with his mother; not so he could care for her, no...so she could support him and his addict friends.
• Homicidal - For reasons unknown to me he sat on top of my grandmother strangling her stating, "It'll be over quick."

I think that gives you an insight into this man's insanity. You may be wondering why he isn't in prison for attempted murder. Well I am going to tell you; his mother. She won't press charges against him for anything he does. He is her little boy and she couldn't be the reason he is put away.

I might sound bitter, but it is only because I am. She has no idea what a lunatic she is continuing to enable. No one can talk sense into her. George is her precious little boy that can do no wrong. WTF? George is still in California (thank God), but he is still making my grandma miserable. I don't know what he says to her over the phone, but I do know she is upset when she finishes the conversation.

Well...this brings you up to date, until today that is. Late last night, early this morning he was arrested again. I can't say I am surprised. You can read all about it at the Times-Standard Online. This situation sounds so familiar. I'm sure his girlfriend is not the most upstanding citizen, but no woman deserves that.

I am done with my rant for now, but there might be more later. For now I hope they keep him in jail. One less scumbag running loose.

Last night on our way home from a lovely trip to Wal-Mart I was involved in a very interesting conversation. It went as follows:

"You know...if I put my hands in my pockets they would be considered consealed weapons?"

"You're silly!"

"If silly means awesome...then yes I am."

On a completely different note...I think I am suffering from Wii elbow. It can be closely related to tennis elbow I'm sure because I was playing tennis on our new Wii last night. It is a ton of fun, but my shoulder and elbow hate me today. Yes we were playing video games, so what. I read here that senior citizens are enjoying the benefits of playing the Wii. We are far from being senior citizens, but we, like these geriatrics, know how much fun it can be to partake in game playing. I will be so happy if I can still move, let alone be alive, at the age of these people. I would probably play the Wii at that age, or better yet take out my old school Nintendo and play Mario Brothers 1, 2, or 3. Can we say Duck Hunt?

Yesterday I went in to get my hair cut by my friend Tovi. I have known Tovi for several years and we always have a pretty good time when I go in to get my hair cut. I didn't know exactly what I wanted going in, so I cut several pictures from a magazine and took them hoping she could work with it. Apparently all my pictures were different in some way. Thankfully she knows me well enough that she didn't just go to town wacking off my hair. She did a good job of dumbing down what was going to happen and we came to an agreement at the end. I am very happy with my hair. It has been a long time since someone has cut my hair and I have been happy with the outcome. Usually I have to leave saying I like it knowing in the back of my mind that it is going to take me a while to get used to it.

While sitting in the chair, Tovi was cutting my hair and I was looking at a hair magazine she had on her counter. When I was done I thought I would be nice and put the magazine back where it belongs. When I did this I leaned forward pulling my cape off the back of the chair. I didn't think anything of it and I replaced the cape around the back of the chair. Tovi stood back watching me and when she saw I was done she said, "You know you just let a big chunk of hair fall down onto your back?" Of course I did. I reached behind me and felt the newly cut hair on my bare skin. My shirt came up a bit in the back exposing my skin making a perfect place for my hair to land. As I was wiping the hair away I felt it slip down my back into my buttcrack. Not cool. Not cool at all. Tovi being the good friend that she is took her blow dryer and blew the hair off of my back and she pulled my pants back and blasted my butt with air. I have to say I was not expecting that.

This has nothing to do with the previous story, but I have to say something about it before I forget. Last night Andrew and I stopped at a convenience store to get some drinks to hide in my purse to go to a movie. I know we are naughty, but that's ok. While paying for our drinks a lady with a tracheostomy came in. A tracheostomy is a tube that protrudes from your throat to help you breathe. As I was walking out I heard her ask for a pack of cigarettes. You know...if you have trouble breathing to begin with...why smoke?

No thanks to our anal retentiveness we finished painting. (Yes that's right I said anal. Let's take a second to compose ourselves...) Andrew and I each have our own way of being anal retentive. Andrew wanted to make sure every square inch of the house was doused in primer (excluding the roof of course), he made sure to do a thorough job with the base coat, and when he added the house numbers he had to precise. I really like doing the detailed work (the trim), although I probably looked like an idiot standing 2 inches from the house trying to make sure I didn't make a mistake. On the rare occasion that I did make a mistake (Can you sense my sarcasm?) I had to go back and fix it.

I know you may be thinking to yourself it didn't seem like it took that long, but really it only took about a month. (Only?!!) I am so happy to be done with it.

Here is a list of the reasons it only took about a month:

• Prep
• Weather
• Laziness
• Paint sprayer (Yet another thing I shake my fist at.)

I know it doesn't seem long, but when you are actually in the process of using the list it takes quite a while to complete. I didn't post any pictures because we are waiting for the "house jewelry" (lights) to arrive. We are hoping they will be here by the weekend or early next week. Once we get those hung I will take some pictures and post them.