Thursday, November 12, 2015


Well, happy ****ing mother’s day.

 Nana decided to stay for a while since she shattered her leg and in in recovery. I had mother’s day planned out but that went out the window. She showed up Thursday and immediately bitched about the TV. I got rid of satellite and we have antenna only now. Well, she can see her Dog the Bounty Hunter but at least she can watch all the Jerry Springer trash bull****. About 2 hours ago the rest of the clan showed up for the mother’s day fiasco.  We just finished a 45 minute shouting match and I threw them all out. How am I the bad guy. Well, nana can't go anywhere because her other kids told he she can't stay with them.

Ohhhh, I was not sane. Years if putting up with bull**** just unplugged. The neighbors got a good show though. One sister in law decided to fall on my porch so Im betting a law suit. Now nana is wanting to talked to me. I thought when I called her a goddamn Bitch and told her to get the **** out and never come back I had made my point.

 

 It started because she gave my son the look, according to him. He said; don't look at me that way. That set her off and I told him to go into my room.

 Well, at some point she called him a little bastard and that was the end if that bull****. I also informed her what a loser her son is and how they both take advantage of me. Seems she sees it as I take advantage of them. I told her she was a stupid Bitch then. Kinda went downhill after that.

Yea, food just gone done cooking and they all took what they could and left (except for nana). Now I have some nasty ass spinach dip and corn on the cob left. All the meat and good sides along with the chips are long gone. Guess it was a good thing I just finished the sister-in-laws final paper. Seems I'm a favorite with her professor and holding an A. Odd how I never do for them.  I need to start writing papers for cash. I just wrote a final paper from the perspective of the female view point as it concerns the UN and its role on women’s healthy and the infant mortality rate.  I made her to be an anarchist.

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