Well, the lovely miss Shannon Hagemeister has been on me to get this post rollin’, so here we go.
(Warning...lots of bitching in this post...)
First and foremost, my un-solved bitching. My computer crashed. I'm so mad. I managed to get a virus (w32.blaster.worm) that infected EVERYTHING off a website that I visit every single day. It sucks. So Jay and I spent a few hours troubleshooting and trying to backup my files and whatnot, and now it won't even start anymore, just a backlit black screen with the cursor on it.
So...Jay says call Geek Squad, but I'm not sure if they will even be able to do anything. Is it possible to pull a hard drive out of a computer and then fix it?? I don't want to lose EVERYTHING I have... The silver lining in this, of course, because there's always a silver lining, is that I have at least 98% of my photos backed up on my external hard drive. Which is great, because at last count, I think I had over 8000 of them. :) And I would lose my DAMN MIND if I lost all of those pictures... Pictures are everything to me. Memories of my life, my friends, my family. Priceless.
But like I said... I did my last "complete backup" probably.....right before Christmas or so, and I think I have the rest of them that aren't backed up still on my camera. :) So I think I'm mostly safe....but I can't even check. In the meantime, here's an adorable picture of my Sweetheart and I.
Ok, on to more bitching...even though most of it has been solved already. :) We'll start with draammaaaa. My gramma was in town last week. She's really a piece of work. My mom and Great Aunt (gramma's sister) have "diagnosed" her with Borderline Personality Disorder...so for whatever that's worth, I guess that's what it is...
For the background on what lead up to last week...when my Granny (great-gramma) died (13 years ago), my mom was the one that was in charge of taking care of her estate, since Gramma lives in Colorado, and Aunt Margie lives in Maryland. Upon the sale of the house, mom split the $$$, and gave half to Marge, and *TRIED* to give the other half to Gramma. Gramma said something to the effect of "I don't want it, do something else with it, that woman hated me, I don't want anything to do with her". Mom knows better than that, so she stuck it in a bank account, and waited. About 2 years later, Gramma wanted to know where her money was, so mom closed the account, and sent it to her. ELEVEN YEARS AGO!
Now, fast-forward to last year... While my family was helping my Uncle move into his new house, everyone else was in the basement, and my Gramma cornered my mom in the kitchen and basically berated her for almost half an hour. All about what a terrible daughter/mother she is, and how it's all HER fault that Gramma doesn't know her grandchildren, and how Mom never gave Grandma her inheritance money, and on and on and all kinds of terrible things. They haven't spoken since. Including Christmas and gramma's birthday. Mom called and left messages, which went un-returned. Oh well. So this year, when Gramma came to town, just like always, we get the classic "Oh, please make some time for me in your busy life, I don't know you anymore, just an hour...." guilt trip. She always makes such a huge deal out of "knowing" us, but then when we spend time together, it's all about her, and HER life. SO...
When she spent time with my Brother last week, I guess at some point, she decided my little brother was worthy of being her therapist. She told him, point blank, "I feel like you're the only adult I can actually trust since my first therapist in Denver". That's a lot to pin on a 22 year old college student... So she unloaded on him about her terrible childhood, and how many people she's seen die as a nurse, and how her mother used to verbally and physically abuse her, and how my mother was such a terrible daughter growing up, and I'm sure some other garbage. My brother came home, and told my mom while PACING the room, visibly upset. So mom got pissed, and needed to do something. So I spent the week avoiding Grandma, and giving mom pep-talks, which led up to Bob Evans last Saturday.
In case you can't tell already...I don't feel like peppering this section with pictures like normal. I'm kinda pissy just writing about it. Anyway...
So I played phone tag with gramma for two days, and eventually ended up at Bob Evans for lunch with my sister. A lot of the reason it was a "double date" with Morgan, was to shield her from the potential of a repeat performance of what happened to Nolan. So I went ahead and invited mom too, because God knows, GRAMMA wasn't going to initiate any type of contact. It just got to a point where mom was pissed, cause "you don't fuck with my kids". :) I love my mother. So anyway, Gramma was LESS than thrilled that mom was invited along, but we all suffered through an awkward breakfast, of course in which Gramma talked about herself most of the time... And then Morgan and I excused ourselves, and left Gramma and Mom there to hash shit out. I'm kinda glad I wasn't present for that...Mom says it was pretty rough. More or less, mom was pissed, gramma was pissed, but at least in public, there would be no screaming or bloodshed. So at least that was good... The part that I think is Textbook Gramma is when mom brought up Nolan being Gramma's "therapist", mom told her, "You can't talk to my kids that way." Gramma's answer was, "Well, if you had it YOUR way, I wouldn't talk to them at all!" (Gramma is very victimized in her own mind.) End of story, Gramma brought up her "inheritance" again, (which mom had spent the better part of a week tracking down account numbers, and transfer dates and whatnot, and had ALL of the paper trail that she needed), and mom ended the lunch by throwing down the envelope on the table, saying "Here's your fucking money", and walking out.
YAY MOMMY!!!
I couldn't be more proud of her. These are things that she has needed to say to Gramma for probably about the last 6 years, and she's totally liberated, and totally freed from all the weight and stress it has caused her for over a DECADE!
I don't really know what's going to happen after this, but we'll see if Gramma acts like nothing happened (which is what I predict), or if she totally freaks out, and disowns us all (mom's prediction). Whatever. I know she's family, and all, but my MOTHER is my MOTHER, and I will ALWAYS CHOOSE MY FAMILY over ANYTHING else. Mom, Dad, Nolan, Meg, and Jay. End of story.
Whew... that was QUITE the little rant there, wasn't it. It's most of what my life has been consumed with for a while now. To break up the monotony, I think I will talk about Jay's school later. Plus the cable guy is FINALLY here. So Shannon (and everyone else) I adore you.
The moral of the story is: Don't fuck with my family.