OK, it’s been a while. Since Nana moved a few years back most of the drama has moved with her.
Crack ***** Betty was pregnant with twins but lost them. She did the whole donate money to me thing and then she was carrying around a box with some baby stuff in it for a while. When people would ask her “What’s in the box” she would say “My babies.” Yea, she’s that creepy. Right after she got home from the hospital she started bleeding.* The BIL drove her to the local hospital and CWB and her mom were cussing him out for not taking the hour drive to the big city hospital. The doctor said she wouldn’t have made it that long and just did get to their hospital in time. That didn’t matter to nut job and her mom; the BIL was still at fault for something. I blame him for not listening to them; or for not stopping to get a soda or something.
I am apparently on the **** list from another SIL and BIL. After the big family fight at my house, the SIL went crying to her hubby. Now, I have always called him the good BIL but it seems that her version of events have caused him to dislike me.* I keep hearing how they do for me and we never help them out. He’s a mechanic and **** hot welder and has helped me out at times. We have bought them groceries without being paid back, watched their kids when needed, loaned them money and let them borrow stuff that somehow becomes their property. Not sure how I’m the bad guy again, but I really don’t care enough to put in the effort to clarify the issue. The wife’s grandparents, whom have treated me like their own, are upset with me as well. The MIL told them her version of events from the day I called her a ****ing bitch. She left out a few details, like calling my son (her grandson) a little bastard first. She also forgot that she started it all, she was threatening the wife and she starts **** every time she comes over. The other SIL did come to my defense though. Not sure if that really helped. It’s kind of like Mussolini defending Patton to the Brits for hurting Hitler’s feelings.*
I did get a new job. It’s a 70 mile drive one way but the money is good and the place is awesome to work for. The name tags have the date you started and most of them are showing 5-35 years. Once the wife’s grandparents heard they couldn’t believe I was driving 3 hours each way to go to work and said it would never last with that drive. Apparently judging drive time by miles driven isn’t one of their strong points. As for the distance, I was one of the few holdouts in my neighborhood that wasn’t driving that far for work. When you live in a town where jobs that require a degree are around $15 hr, you drive a ways to work.* Besides, I have a whole hour and ten minutes from the time I leave work till I have to hear about what (insert in-laws name here) did.
How’s the FIL doing you ask? Well, his ex-wife (after the 5 times he married and remarried the MIL he was stupid enough to try again) is getting child support from him for 3 kids that she was fostering and has adopted. He’s stupid enough to pay it. Need I say more about his intelligence?
The SIL (and BIL) that came to my defense about the argument between me and the MIL have some land and are slowly building a house on it. They are doing it right by building as they can afford it. They bought a used trailer to move onto the property so they could stop renting and live there whilst they built; sounded like a plan to me. They paid the guy, got the title and paid someone to weld on the hitch and tow it. When the tow guy showed up he notice the title was for a different trailer. Seems the owner bought a title from a salvage place and has no title for this particular trailer. They called the guy and said they would take the loss on prepping it to move but they wanted their money back from him for the purchase price. He said NOPE. Then he cleaned the trailer up and rented it out where it sat. The SIL asks “What do we do?” I said “Have him and the salvage yard busted for felony fraud.” Seems the salvage yard guy is a friend of the SIL’s husband. I said “Not much of a friend then, is he.” They decided to take the loss. If it were me, I’d be callin’ Judge Judy.
Got on FB the other day and saw the wife’s cousin’s post about the surprise birthday party for her mom. Here’s a pointer; if the subject of your post about a surprise party likes said post, it ain’t a friggin’ surprise.
LOL, I know. What is it with that place and the elderly?
I have been to Cracker Barrel 3 times. Once when they built one (which closed 2 years after opening) near us and I had never been to one before. I was not impressed.
Once with my mother in law, once with my father in law.
We had a family picnic to celebrate my sons birthday, a sister in laws birthday and 3 of my nephews birthdays that all are within 2 weeks of each others. I spent most of my time sitting in the truck, in 90 degree weather with the windows down. I promised the wife I'd go and be good; this was how I did it. I spent a good bit of coin popping for gift cards. The wife felt kind if bad only getting gift cards. When it was over I asked the boy what he got. Some dollar store card with the letters IOU written inside. The same SIL that gave him the IOU called last night to ask if the wife would sign her on base so they can but a $500 couch. Did I mentioned that they are 3 months behind on their mortgage and wrote my son a ****ing IOU for his birthday gift?