maveness: (Dean - Forearm)
( Feb. 26th, 2011 12:42 pm)
I honestly don't know how to put this into words without being long, incoherent, rambly, and bitchy.

Family medical drama: Uncle Howard was rushed by critical care ambulance (full lights and sirens) to an ICU at a hospital a county away because he has double pneumonia (aspiration). 60% chance of survival according to the ER doctors who saw him first, partially because at age 47 he's way overweight, has rheumatoid arthritis, had stomach flu and bronchitis, is on several immuno-suppressant medications, and has lord knows how many other health concerns.

1. Aunt has no ability to prioritize or think clearly in a crisis. Okay, many people can't. Hence me and my mom (not my grandmother, who is no help in a crisis either) making lists for my aunt and telling her what to do. (Things like "when you run by your house, put these things in an overnight bag, just in case" or "call your husband's brother en route to the other hospital to update him on what's going on".) We focused on little things that she would need to do, letting her know anything else, we could do for her, we were volunteering, don't worry about us being "put out". My aunt did NOTHING that we told her to do, instead concentrating on washing her hair and taking the dogs out to walk. Washing her hair took precendence over calling her husband's family. My mother had to call them this morning! I had to call them yesterday! (Incidentally, because this is partially his family's fault, when I heard my mom say "Howard's in the ER", I didn't ask, I just went. I told his brother "Howard is in the ER at Randolph. He has pneumonia in both lungs. It's bad. They're sending him to Forsyth Hospital for critical care. He'll be in the ICU there." I thought his brother understood. Apparently they didn't get that it's bad.)

2. My sister is apparently on another crazy emotional rollercoaster where the only people not allowed to have foibles or flaws are my mom and me (again). My sister's the first person that would rush to my side if I were in the hospital (and considering my mother's mothering, my grandmother's worrying and all of my awesome friends, it says a lot that Katie would beat everyone). She doesn't question what has to be done. But lord, she just wants to jump in and help and if mom or I complain because Sandra isn't behaving normally (like every other person in this situation would behave, or at least most people who have family they know they can rely on), Katie jumps all over us because Sandra is just reacting to a crisis badly. And when I say "jumps all over us", I mean you can hear the beginnings of a rift if we follow the line of talking. In all probability, my aunt wouldn't call anyone until my uncle is dead with the way she's operating right now. Heck, she's so concentrated on the wrong things that if he does die from this, I'm not sure she'll be there! And my sister thinks this is normal!

3. My aunt will call my mom first thing to fix things, but she won't do what my mom tells her to do, instead calling her friends and getting them involved. gvbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbf9i (Sorry, that was Dale's input.) My aunt calls me to fix something and then won't listen to what I tell her to do. And it's all things she has to initiate, so we can't do them for her. For example, she called me and was telling me all about how she's already contacted Howard's work since he'll be out for at least 2 more weeks about things to do with short term disability. But he took vacation last week instead of sick time because he didn't want to go to a doctor. So she doesn't know what to do to fix that, etc. My sister works in a law office that handles worker's comp and disability claims. But my aunt hemmed and hawed around the idea of letting my sister help her with it! *headdesk*

I'm ending this now because quite frankly, I went on longer than I meant to anyway.
maveness: (Default)
( Oct. 22nd, 2010 10:33 pm)
My niece (step-niece) made a post on Facebook that's going to get her in trouble.

She apparently got in trouble on the bus for talking excessively? Whatever the rule is about talking. She posts on Facebook that she may have gotten suspended from teh bus. Just drama queening as kids her age may be wont to do.

Until, in a comment, she gets all "Whatever, it's cause of our racist Mexican bus driver".


The reality is that I'm betting these comments came from her mom and that environment. My brother-in-law does not talk like that that I've seen. My sister doesn't at all. My niece's mother is druggie white trash, so I could see that potentially being the reality. Either way, my niece has been raised better than that.

So I texted my sis to see what the deal was. Which prompted my sister to go on Facebook since she knew the only way I'd know was Facebook.

My sis saw the comment. My niece just got seriously raked over the coals.

I may be the cool aunt, but cool aunt ain't gonna let crap slide.
maveness: (Mears/Vickers - Potential)
( Jul. 8th, 2010 07:20 pm)
I haven't done a non-Twitter post since...June 24th. Time sure does fly when you're depressed, sleep-deprived and have a new TV obsession.


People, I don't do British TV. I don't do the whole obsessive fannish thing anymore. I don't. I swear.

But OMG you do not understand my love for Arthur. I started watching Merlin a couple weeks ago online. I enjoyed it. It was good. I finished it sometime last weekend. Do you want to know the number of times I've gone back online to watch key parts of certain episodes just because of the Arthur/Gwen and how dorky/douchey/hot Arthur is? I haven't done obsessive rewatching like this since early Smallville! (Yes, I get the irony.)

And I admit that my romantic leaning is toward Arthur/Gwen, not Lancelot/Gwen, because anytime a guy declares love for me after one date rescue, quite frankly, I'm gonna be creeped out. Plus, that whole overly romantic crap is lost the first time she realizes he farts in his sleep or something. On the flip side, Gwen knows Arthur has strong douchey tendencies, like when asked to think of someone besides himself and pick up his clothes. Which means attraction to a man including his flaws.

So You Think You Can Dance

My love for Alex Wong is strong. Sadly, I'm scared for him tonight. Please let baby dance! Don't put him in a corner!

Also, while I appreciate Jose's commitment to performance, boy needs to go. He's not that strong a dancer, even in his own genre. Billy is also working my nerves, even though last night his cat dance was kind of awesome. Kent is adorable, but I find him most adorable with Lauren. And she's adorable with him. Yep, I'm kind of shipping them in a dance manner, just because they bring out the best in each other. (Lauren had definite shades of Anya going last night.)


Turned down a guy at work. He asked me out. I floundered on saying no (with the excuse that I couldn't that night). This past week he actually said to me "You know I asked you out, right?" To which I had to reply that yes, I was aware, but I'm not comfortable dating anyone I work with.

Lord knows that's true, especially in light of the fact that everyone keeps teasing him about getting shot down. Plus one guy actually said "That's because she's into married guys like Smith and Johnson*." OMG. Seriously, people. The rumor mill in that joint is insane. Why would I want to add fuel to the fire?

* Names changed to protect my sanity.


Let's see, the updates:

1. Mom is on anti-depressants. Given her last year, no one was surprised (except her, then not so much when she thought about it). She was having major cognitive issues, which she thought was something else. Oh, and her mini-stroke of last year? Not a mini-stroke. Migraines. Minus the headache part. Apparently you can have all the symptoms of a migraine except the actual pain, which is what she was having. She's on new medicine now.

2. My uncle bought a retirement home. In Florida (not NC like he told my grandmother). Was appraised at $240,000. Got it for $135,000. They're going to rent it out until he retires in about 4 years. Most importantly, it's halfway between Orlando and Daytona. I emailed him to thank him for thinking of me, as obviously he bought it so I'd have somewhere to stay when I finally go to the Daytona 500.

3. I'm stealing my niece and nephew for a day of horseback riding and swimming next Friday. It's gonna be awesome!
maveness: (Me - OMG)
( Mar. 29th, 2010 12:07 pm)
The Adventurous Eater

My family has decided that I'm the adventurous eater. (Which, okay, in my family I am, although my sister has become very adventurous herself.)

Last night's evidence that I'm "adventurous": I got flounder stuffed with crabmeat* for dinner. No one else had ever had that, or thought about getting it, so therefore I was adventurous.

There are no words for the logic in my family.



I love that for today's anthem, they got the Martinsville High School jazz band. You know they totally got out of class to play on national television, which is awesome for them.




Allergies are kicking my ass. My grandmother still thinks it's a cold. Either way, it doesn't matter - I feel like crap and sleep a lot. I'm avoiding other humans anyway, so it's not like it's in danger of spreading to others (at least, not that much of a danger).

* It was actually flounder with deviled crabmeat spread across the top. Very good, but not quite fitting the definition of "stuffed".
maveness: (Allmendinger - Want one)
( Jan. 10th, 2010 08:50 pm)
Biding the time until Chuck. Yay Adam Baldwin!

My sister cleaned out her closet and sent bags of clothing to my mother and me. My mother brought me her bag minus two items. So I had to dig through about 40 articles of clothing this afternoon, to see what I'd keep.

On the "not keeping" list, a pair of pants that were a size 2 (I couldn't get my thigh in that thing, LOL), the ugliest pants on the planet (that color gray looks good on no one), and corsets that didn't even fasten over my stomach. (There were a few other things of the wrong size or a hideous color.)

On the "keeping" list, 5 sundresses, 7 dressy tank tops, 2 pairs of pants, 2 skirts, 2 long sleeve tops, 1 short sleeved top, 1 dress, 2 jackets. 22 items of clothing, people. LOL
maveness: (Default)
( Dec. 23rd, 2009 11:16 am)
Christmas is turning into a crazy hell that has already had me sobbing on the phone to my mother for a half hour.

For the record, there are too many picky people in my family, too many passive aggressive people in my family, my grandmother that I live with rivals my sister for a dramatic personality, everyone has messed up priorities and doesn't understand the basic rules of Christmas (see below), and I have my period.

Rules of Christmas

1. It's about the kids (if you have kids)
2. It's about the grandparents (of whoever the youngest kids are)
3. Barring the first one, Christmas can be easy, but when kids enter the picture, everyone needs to adjust
4. Divorce makes everything harder, so the divorced people are the ones who have to compromise
maveness: (WRC - Rat)
( Dec. 22nd, 2009 06:55 pm)
Families and Holidays

I had a whole long rant about how they don't tell me anything, even though I'm preparing the biggest meal (and the biggest portions of that meal - OMG TURKEY), but really, I'm at that stage of "Screw it, if they keep thinking I'll be places and they don't tell me, then they have to deal if I don't show up".


On The Job Front

I need to write a press release this evening and mock up a spreadsheet. *sigh* And send them. Tis for an interview next week. But I don't want to. But I have to. Real life sucks. I have until 9 to get those things done.

And all my stalling tactics are finished (cleaned and even cleaned out the filing cabinet).


Criminal Minds

I don't care what anyone says, Morgan and Garcia love each other and she needs to dump Xander and Morgan needs to just buckle down and profess his love already.

Also, I have a hard to reconciling Hotch with Greg of Dharma and Greg. (I would have had massive respect for CBS if they'd gotten Jenna Elfman to play his wife, considering the whole life as a former lawyer angle.)


Upcoming Posts

At the end of the year, I'll be making a few posts. Be on the lookout for...

1. NASCAR Year In Review
2. How to fix all the shows I watch
3. New Year's Resolutions
4. Some sort of picture post
maveness: (WRC - Rat)
( Dec. 13th, 2009 08:05 pm)
Yesterday included some crazy woman running around barefoot in 22 degree weather who banged on our door at 7:15 am (on a Saturday!!!) because "somebody was trying to kill her". Okay, so we didn't answer the door, and her reasoning was conveyed to us by the neighbor who *did* answer his door. Turns out they were probably trying to kill her because she stabbed somebody.

Oh the fun.

Tonight was family Christmas. This year I scored well with the kids' presents. My niece appears to love her private art workshop. My nephew loved his binoculars. My sister and brother-in-law loved their gift cards. And my dad seemed amused by getting Star Wars (the original trilogy). Mom was almost ecstatic over getting nightclothes.

Me, I'm vastly amused by what I got.

1. Norton Antivirus.
2. A book of brain games.
3. Homemade Chex mix. (My dad is AWESOME at this stuff.)
4. A framed picture of my niece and nephew that they decorated a border for.
5. Two dog toys for my dog (a stuffed flea that says "bite me" on its butt and a stuffed tick that says "pinch me"). My mom thought these were awesome because of Chester's tick incident from this summer.

6. And most importantly...A SNUGGIE!!!!!

I love my Snuggie. Don't hate.
maveness: (Stewart - Fries)
( Nov. 9th, 2009 01:04 pm)
Update on my mother:

She was felled by really nasty heartburn. Score!

Stress test came back fine. Her heart is healthy. Upper GI revealed a small hiatal (sp?) hernia and slight inflammation of the stomach lining, most likely caused by too much acid. They've taken her off Plavix and will revisit it in a couple of months. She's rejoicing by eating the non-cardiac diet (including fried chicken and pecan pie).
maveness: (AI - Allison)
( Nov. 8th, 2009 08:55 pm)
[ profile] bubblesbrnaid knows about this, so, updating here...

My mom is spending the night at the hospital due to an event this morning. She had bad stomach pain that resulted in her collapsing at church. (Collapsing means she never blacked out, she just got so weak she had to sit down, but as she was trying to get to the floor, her legs collapsed under her. And she couldn't get back up. Which is unusual in a perfectly strong 57-year-old.)

She spent a few hours in the emergency room, but not too long considering she came by ambulance and she came when no one else was there. They did tests, which she passed beautifully with no issues. Her blood pressure was elevated at 116/64. (For my mother, grandmother, aunt and I, that's high. At least with regards to that top number.)

She's spending the night in the cardiac wing because the emergency room doctors just swear it's her heart. Mom thinks it's the Plavix she just started on Friday. The ER doc claims it couldn't be that, but another doctor who's a specialist and who she's seen before came by and thinks it is the Plavix. They'll be doing a stress test in the morning and monitoring enzymes in her urine, which our hope is comes up clean, because that means not her heart. Then tomorrow afternoon they're doing that scoping thing down her throat to see if she has an ulcer. The odds are much higher on that front, because she's had stomach issues for awhile.

To me, the funniest moment was when the pastor and a couple of neighbors were there. The pastor decides to pray, and asks mom what she wants him to pray for. Mom says "healing". I piped in "diagnosis". Due to five people praying outloud at once, I'm not sure if he prayed for the diagnosis, but that's what I was concentrating on. Because half the battle is knowing. And this is Randolph Hospital - 9/10ths of the battle is getting a diagnosis.



Why yes, I am gleeful over today's race. There may be an edict in place that my mother has to watch the beginning of every race from here to the end of the year, just to jinx Jimmie. She apparently has magical powers.
maveness: (AI - Allison)
( Oct. 10th, 2009 10:41 pm)
Body count from the wedding...

Okay, I kid. Sort of. Shirley didn't die, she just had to go to the hospital and get stitches.

(Cleaning up, emptying a tall votive, glass shatters, Shirley picks up pieces of glass, the result is a nasty gash that wouldn't stop bleeding.)

I am freaking exhausted. Only cried twice - once when brother-in-law v. 2.0 started his vows, and once when my niece gave her toast (and started bawling and couldn't finish).
maveness: (Mears - Bicep)
( Oct. 9th, 2009 09:39 pm)
My sister is getting married tomorrow.


I whimper because it's an hour to the wedding site. Which I went to twice today. And home twice. Plus the lunch run. In all, probably spent about 4 1/2 hours on the road. And I have to do the trip again tomorrow.

Now to just sleep properly tonight. Which I haven't done in two nights. Yuck.
maveness: (McSadler - Look!)
( Oct. 7th, 2009 10:52 am)
My sister can kiss my shiny white hiney.

My mom is freaking out because the wedding is outdoors on Saturday and the forecast is rain. In the evening. For an evening wedding at a venue where we have too many people.

Whatever, I've told mom that Katie is going to do what Katie is going to do, let her be the one that has to deal if her perfect wedding is rained on and people are miserable. It's her choice.

Me, I've stayed clear of it all except to ask questions regarding my part. I held off on asking them until late in case she changes her mind on something. In fact, the time we're all to meet on Friday to set up HAS changed from what she initially told me.

But I've found out that she thinks I'm asking too many questions and making things difficult. Right now, I'm so pissed off because she's being a diva and I want to smack her.
maveness: (WRC - Rat)
( Oct. 2nd, 2009 04:32 pm)
So, I had to call the police just before 4. Specifically, the town animal control, which is the police.

And the fun part is, I know it's going to result in my grandmother (the one I live with) getting mad at me.

But let's see - anger the cat hoarder who's in the hospital indefinitely, or save the cats and dogs that are undernourished (the dog keeps eating the cats' food, the cats have nothing to eat unless the dog doesn't eat it all, flea infestations, the cats are sick) and have actually begun dying (dead cat in yard). My grandmother wants to avoid angering Frances, who is weird. Quite frankly, at this point, I'm more mad that all the neighbors keep enabling the hoarder and its resulted in an animal dying.

Oh, and what's most annoying? They're not even sure if Frances is coming home from the hospital. She was in horrible shape. She's been gone for over a month.
maveness: (Default)
( Aug. 21st, 2009 06:01 pm)
1. Hairdresser butchered my hair today. I'm pissed. I wasn't happy when I saw it, then when I got home and truly got a bead on it, I was mad. It's too short. Way too freaking short. I don't know what the hell she was thinking. A trim does not mean completely rework my hairstyle. The good news is, I have a month and a half until my next haircut (for my sister's wedding). So I can have a talk with her before the next cut to explain what she can and cannot do with my hair.

2. I'm so desperately ready for a job that I'm actually getting mad. That plus sleep deprivation and driving a lot. 18 hours of driving in the past week alone just for job hunting. (Trip to Georgia and trip to south of the state.) One place sent out an email that they won't be contacting anyone again until OCTOBER. Fuckers.

3. My grandmother is stressed (one of her dearest friends fell down stairs and broke her neck. Yes, she's dead.), which I understand, but it's resulting in her being hypercritical. I've taken to hiding in the basement.

4. My overwhelming urge right now is to eat. Even when I'm not hungry. I want food. Because I'm unhappy and I don't know why, but food seems to be the answer. Except I'm refusing to go that route, as we all know where it ends up. My biggest hope is that next weekend will make up for the crappy.

5. Next weekend is a trip to the beach for my sister. 7 or 8 of us in a condo. The annoying part is that one car is leaving at 7 a.m. and plans on spending all day on teh beach. Car number two leaves at 6 p.m. Quite honestly, I don't want to leave early, but I don't want to leave late. I'd like to leave midday. And I've been in such a bad mood that I'm wondering if maybe I should drive separately. Gotta see about that.

So, something that pleases me...

Brian Vickers' muscular, running ass )

Casey Mears hugging Brian, plus some dude staring at Casey's ass )

My hilarious Greg and Jamie mini-standups )

Hot wheels! And hot lug nuts. )
maveness: (Drive)
( Jul. 27th, 2009 09:50 am)
I need help on a gift idea for my sister.

End of August there's a Bachelorette's Weekend at the beach. (Me going is totally dependent on whether I have a job. If I don't, I can go. If I do and it conflicts and I'm way out of town, I can't.) Nobody has said anything about gifting her with "girls only" stuff, but I feel like that would be the best opportunity. (Especially since for her last wedding, I gave her a sexy nightie the night before her wedding when she spent the night at my house. This time, I'll be there the night before her wedding, but so will my niece-to-be who's ten.)

Problem is, I'm spacing on what to get her. I want to get her something awesomely tacky like crotchless panties or pasties. Something wearable, but not too far out there. Just enough to traumatize my soon to be brother-in-law. Padded handcuffs? I don't know. I'm at a loss here at the moment.
maveness: (Yummy)
( Jun. 12th, 2009 01:14 pm)
Dawning realization: I'm going to start a three week temp job where I don't have to answer the phones. Yay!!!!


I adore Jamie McMurray, but he totally reminds me of a teenage girl or a golden retriever puppy. Also, Jamie ass shot.


Had to take mom to the doctor this morning. She apparently went blind for a little bit last weekend. It has now been determined that it's not her eyes (says the neuro-opthomologist from UNC Health Care). She has another appointment this afternoon to determine if it's blood clots.
maveness: (End)
( Jun. 10th, 2009 10:33 am)
There's not much I have to say of late. Mostly because having five moments to myself is hard, plus being in a basement is depressing. And depressed me doesn't want to talk. *sigh*

Things that have been getting on my nerves at Gran's )

I want my own home back. Living with other people is too stressful.

Plus, somehow, I've had family running me so many places of late that I end up staying up late just to fill out job applications.
maveness: (Left)
( May. 19th, 2009 06:14 pm)
So, having lunch with my grandmother tomorrow to inform her I have to move out of my apartment by the end of the month and need to move into her basement.

Things I'll need to cover:

1. Paying her rent. Even though it'll probably drive her nuts, because you take care of family, there's the fact that I can't, in good conscience, live there without providing some money. I'm thinking $350 a month. $300 in rent, $50 to cover the power/water bill difference.

2. Groceries. On the plus side, we'll both eat decently since cooking for two is easier than cooking for one. I'd still need to discuss with her meal planning or splitting the groceries, but we may have to do that as we go along.

3. Internet or Cable. While the TV viewing season is okay for me (I could live with rabbit ears), the internet is another issue. I feasibly could just go to the library daily for job searching and email checking, but there's a chance, since I'm just putting my account on hold until I get a job (which better go smoothly, Time Warner Cable), that since she has cable I could get internet added on to her account for a period of time. Just for the basement.

I keep thinking there's something else, but I can't think what. *sigh* Funny how I'd been eating everything in sight when I found out I couldn't be a cop, but tell me I have to move in with family and "inconvenience" them (not their words, what it feels like to me) and suddenly I have no appetite at all.

I think the biggest issue for my grandmother would probably be Chester, but he's easy - I have no beliefs that my dog should get hte run of hte house. He'll stay in the basement and we'll work on him staying quiet. He'll bark for a bit because he'll have trouble getting used to it all. But he'll adjust. And I'll pick up after him in the yard. Ooooh, maybe I can suggest me doing yard work as well, since that could save her some money and give me something to do.


And with regards to my family, my mother got laid off today. Well, she was informed of the layoff, but she'll be working until the 29th. Which, come to think of it, is just a week and a half longer. She joked that they may need me to move in with them just for the rent money. LOL (Too small a space and no room for Chester.)
maveness: (Portrait)
( Apr. 27th, 2009 11:15 am)

My sister just emailed me to say that her engagement party (that is being held in May even though she's not getting married until freaking October) has been moved from May 23 to May 16.

At night.

The night of the All Star Race.

*does the Dean-is-frustrated-arm-thrust-of-annoyance*



I'm required to go to it, and I'd feel stupid if I didn't because of a race. But man. Of all the nights! This counts on my list of "races I have missed due to family obligations where I'll be nice and not mention anything but if they give me grief over racing later, I'm totally pulling it out to show them I'm a team player".

And I will totally be up early the next morning to watch it. I'm recording it if nothing else.


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