I made my sister laugh. She had to stop and put her head down on the hand rail in the hall at the nursing home.
We were heading down the hall and I said “I know the exact day mother decided she didn’t like you either.” She said “when” like she didn’t believe me and I told her “my second day of kindergarten” and she just lost it. I said “I knew that would make you laugh” and she had to stop and put her head down on the rail in the hall. But it’s true.
I have to file conservation papers for my mother. She is in danger of losing her Medicaid and getting kicked out of the nursing home. I found out a couple of weeks ago that she hasn’t been paying her co-pay. I think they got the Medicaid straightened out before she lost it.
I found out about it on a Friday and went over the next Tuesday to get her straightened out. We went over the whole thing with her of what she has to stop paying and that she had to give the money in her CDs to the nursing home. We had the bus come and get her and take her to the bank and cashed out the CDs and gave it to the nursing home.
On Wednesday the lady that deals with nursing home complaints called and said she was trying to call my mom back about a complaint she had about being cold in August. So I called my mom and while I was talking to her I reminded her that we forgot to do stop payments on her auto-pays while we were at the bank. And she said “well that’s just the nursing home trying to tell me what I can pay.” Uhhh, okay. So I called the lady at the nursing home that was in the meeting with us on Tuesday and told her what my mother had said and she told me they had sat there after I left and put a stop payment on the auto-pays and apparently my mother didn’t even rememeber that.
The cheese hasn’t just slid off her cracker, it has left the building.
I was at my mother’s house yesterday sorting more crap. I brought home the 2013 and 2016 journals. It’s amusing to read about her “crying about losing Sfb” in 2013 to hating him by the middle of 2016. I didn’t find the 2014 journal and I’m not sure there are any past 2016 since in her last entry it says her computer died. I’m pretty sure she got a new computer though so we may find more journals in the office.
One of the really crazy things is the “fancy mattress topper” I had to have. When I stayed with her for that 2 1/2 months in 2013 one of the things I had her get for me was a decent memory foam mattress topper since her beds are all super firm and like sleeping on a rock. I sleep on my side and my hips were in pain from that bed. When I moved I didn’t take the topper because it was queen size and my bed was full size. When we sold her bedroom set a couple of months ago I discovered that mattress topper *under* her mattress. She had added plywood and a rug and that mattress topper under her mattress when they took the box springs out so the bed would be lower. Talk about vindictive. From what I can tell she absolutely did not care that I was in pain.
She complains about it in 2013 and is *still* bitching about that mattress topper in 2016!!
Since I’ve been working on clearing the junk out of my mother’s house so I can move over there, I found her journals. The one from 2015 is rather interesting. She made an entry the day after my birthday saying she had asked my aunt if she was going to be busy towards the end of the month so they could come over and have lunch with SfB for his birthday. Not one single mention of my birthday or taking me out for lunch.
They didn’t make it over until about a week after his birthday and they actually did run across him accidentally at the convenience store. In that entry she said making me mad would be a “perk” of moving him over to her house and eventually to my aunt’s apartment building.
So I read through my old posts to check my timeline of when things happened. She starts talking about moving him over at the beginning of April and my sister came and got him on the 15th of June and I found out on the 17th of June. One of her dumbest entries is in July when she says I’m being overly bitchy about the whole thing. This is classic narcissist, blame the person you pissed off for being mad.
The best part of reading her journal from that year is just how fast it was from them moving him over there to everyone hating him. It took less than 3 months and less than 5 for them to be trying to figure out how to get rid of him.
She also left several things out of her journal so I added notes. She totally left out the call I made to her on the 17th of June after I found out SfB had moved over there. She also left out the call she made to my son bitching about SfB. I have never laughed so hard in my life as I did when he was telling me about that phone call. I know she intentionally left those calls out because she made note of every call she made or recieved.
So while I was going through crap at my mother’s house I found a series of corrosponence to and from the preacher at her church. He had just taken over from the preacher that had moved on or retired, (I’m not sure about that part), anyway the new preacher was changing things to appeal to a younger crowd and my mother objected. He had originally started with 2 traditional and 1 contemporary service and then combined the 2 traditional services to 1. She got really hateful about it and even accused them of lying. In her response to him she said “As adults we have to learn that we don’t always get what we want.” Ummm, uhhh, in the middle of demanding to have things done your way, you’re going to tell him he can’t preach to his church how he wants??? My granddaughter was pretty well gobsmacked by it.
I’m pretty sure my mother is Asperger’s and a lesbian.
My mother needs to move to assisted living. Right now, she’s in a nursing home. She doesn’t need that level of care yet, but her house isn’t wheelchair accessible, and she will need some level of physical help before long. I’m going to have to move into her house with my granddaughter and take out a mortgage to pay for the assisted living. But my granddaughter makes a pretty decent amount and there would be enough from a mortgage to pay off all of my debt and my granddaughter’s car and leave us with enough income to cover a mortgage, taxes and insurance. The house is paid for and worth enough to pay granddaughter’s debt and mine and still pay for at least 3 years of assisted living.
Which means I’ll have to break my lease and move fairly soon. Oh joy. But I guess if it has to be it has to be. I’ll use what I have to out of the mortgage money to make this part work too.
The building was sold to a new owner as of the first of February. He vacuums. He’s here in the building on a regular basis and he lives 6 hours away in Denver!!
I am not even a little bit sad the old owner sold the building. There are a ton of maintenance issues all thru the building. There’s a window on the 3rd floor that has a bird’s nest in it. The awning over the exit on the west end is all ripped up. The landscaping is a total mess. There are two Tree of Paradise/Heaven, that are sending up shoots all over the property that need to be taken out. There are two Bradford pears that probably should be removed. There is an ornamental crabapple that has the original crabapple sprouted up around the ornamental part and is just an unsightly mess. The only redeeming quality is the squirrels like the crabapples. The old landlord sent somebody fall before last to rake the leaves and seed pods from the locust tree and the dumbass raked an entire Iris bed up and threw it away. When the old landlord first bought the building they planted 121 rose bushes. There might be 15 left alive.
They might have been good landlords to begin with but they’re apparently drunks more interested in putting all their money into a brewery that’s going to close. The old landlord also had a big auction at the home building company he owns of equipment and building supplies. I have also heard the brewery is for sale as well but it’s just equipment and not a building. They put a fortune into remodeling a building they don’t own. I’m sorry, but that’s just never smart. That brewery was doomed to failure from the start. It has 8 owners to start with and then they treated the dudes that did the actual brewing like crap, so they quit and started their own brewery that’s going gangbusters and is packed, standing room only, every weekend.
Of course, in the mad rush to change over from one owner to the next, things got weird. The black dude, T that was upstairs had put in his notice and was on HUD and once that was done, he had to move out. Manbun that was on the 3rd floor was going to take that apartment, but T didn’t get moved so Manbun ended up moving into the apartment the building owner’s daughter lived in on this floor. I’m not sad to see her go, I got tired of sheltering her children from the violence going on in their apartment. She’s a whole ‘nother rant. Anyway, so now there are two dudes that live in one of the apartments above me. One of them comes home from work around 2:30am. I know that because he is not quiet, and I have been woken several nights at that time.
Besides those two new neighbors there are at least 6 other new residents just since last fall. It seems like there is a “core” of residents that doesn’t change but the rest change on a regular basis. Some of them I was not sad to see go and a few I miss having around.
My mother always used to tell a story about me expressly to make fun of me.
The rule at our house was when sharing something, the one that cuts has to let the other person choose which piece they want. So, I was very careful to measure and cut a banana in half, but I included the stem when I cut it in half. One half was quite a bit bigger than the other of course so my sister took advantage and chose the bigger half. If she had made that kind of mistake when she cut. I would have made the halves more equal and not cheated my sister.
My mother has spent her life making fun of the child that was trying to be fair and praising the child that took advantage. Explains why my sister turned out the way she did.
So, my granddaughter, sister and mother all went to my mother’s doctor appointment. The doctor is strongly encouraging her to move to the nursing home. My granddaughter said she’s not remembering to take her meds correctly and she’s really, really not getting around at all well. The house isn’t wheelchair friendly. She’s using a walker, but my granddaughter said she would definitely lose a race with a turtle.
Then there’s my sister. My son and granddaughter both call her “Aunt Bitch”. I don’t disagree with them. She can be a hateful, nasty bitch, but she can be it somewhere else. I think she has found out my mother deeded her house over to my son upon her death. My sister had told my mother she was just going to have an auction and I think my mom may have told her the house will belong to my son. My granddaughter is getting locks changed before my mother moves to the nursing home and my sister has been informed that I am to be there before she takes anything out of the house.
When my mother moves to the nursing home, my granddaughter and I will start to clean the house out. My mother is a hoarder. She’s not as bad as what you see on tv but that does not mean she’s not a hoarder. The house is 4 bedrooms. One of the bedrooms is her office and she has boxes and boxes of years’ worth of email she printed out. I’ll bet there’s a full 5-yard dumpster full of paper packed into that office. The other unused bedroom is just piled full of crap. The dining room table that seats 8 is unusable because it’s piled full of crap. The living room has seating for at least 9 and there are two places to sit because both futons and the two recliners are piled full of crap. The worst is the food. She has a deep freezer that will hold at least a full side of beef. It’s packed clear full. Her refrigerator is packed clear full all the time. My granddaughter found mustard that had been expired 8 years. She found a box of tea bags that are a year older than she is. (she turned 28 the 17th) The antique food war was interesting from my vantage point. My son got stuck in the middle of that one and it actually was sort of entertaining. LOL My mother got so childish she actually took a magic marker and blacked out expiration dates on the eggs. After my granddaughter got a job, I told her to start going to the store after my mother went to bed and buy a new whatever the same size and brand and my mother will never notice. She is very unobservant.
After we get my mother’s house clean and livable again, I’ll move into her house and live with my granddaughter for 2 or 3 years so I can put some money back into savings. After I’ve got some savings again, I’ll buy a house over there. I never really liked my mother’s house, but I can put up with it for long enough to find a house I do like.
I don’t care for the layout of that house. It’s a house that was originally 1 bedroom and then it was added on to two different times. The first time they added the dining room, a bathroom and a bedroom. The second addition was two more bedrooms. On top of the layout sucking, it has wood floors throughout that have to be vacuumed. Yeah, hardwood that has to be vacuumed. So smart. Especially since she spent at least the last 30 years bitching about having to vacuum. She paid $12,000. for wood floors that have to be vacuumed and she’s the one that picked it. Oh and the walls are painted a pale pink. In another incredibly smart move, my mother actually let a man “pick” the paint color. She knew someone she could get a 5-gallon bucket of paint from at a really good price but instead of picking an actual paint chip she told him she wanted an off white but not yellow. I’m sorry but most men don’t know crap about color in the first place and then you tell one of them “off white but not yellow”. Pink it is. The really funny part is, at the time she had cataracts and could not see the pink. About a year after we painted, she had cataract surgery and admitted the walls were “kinda pink”. Umm, no, they’re definitely pink. So, in addition to cleaning it out we need to paint.
Oh, and my sister wrecked my mother’s car. My mother had already wrecked it a little bit and had scraped the front passenger side fender good, and it bent the door hinge, and the passenger door wouldn’t open anymore. Apparently, my sister had driven my mother somewhere and since the front passenger door won’t open, she was in the back seat. Now it’s totaled. My son said he figured at least 6K just off the top of his head for the list of parts and labor would add to that of course. This is at least the 4th vehicle my sister has wrecked. My granddaughter said she’s not letting either one of them drive her car.
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