Not sure why I didn't do this in the first place, but I've moved this blog to share a domain with my other blog. There won't be any more updates here, but check in at www.bagyourowngroceries.com for frequent updates.
EDIT (12/19/07): As the person who was hosting that page for me has stopped doing it and I'm far too cheap to pay for hosting, things are going to start getting posted here again.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
So THAT'S what's going on
Okay, not much of an update, but an update nonetheless.
My wife and I got home from work last night and our son told us that WT had called. She told him that she's staying with Thing One and Thing Two during the weekend and with Chuckles during the week. She then said that she wants her DVDs (she was very specific about that fact she had four bags of DVDs) and she either wants us to bring them to Thing One and Thing Two's house, or take them to the hospital my wife works at so her and Chuckles can come get them. She asked that my wife call her on her cellphone after 6pm.
First of all, we don't have her cellphone number. She called from Thing One and Thing Two's house so the caller ID didn't give her cellphone number. Second, we most certainly are NOT driving her DVD's to Thing One and Thing Two's house.
So right now, tucked in the trunk of my car, are her DVD's... and all of the rest of her crap. My wife is going to call Thing One and Thing Two and tell them to tell WT she needs to be at the hospital at 4:15pm to get her stuff.
And there's more, and this is one of the many reasons I love my wife so much... tomorrow my wife had originally asked for some time off to take WT to an appointment to apply for food stamps. Today my wife is telling her boss that she doesn't need the time off and she said if WT shows up at the hospital for a ride to the appointment she's going to say "yeah, WT, one second" and she's going to hand her a bus schedule and say "the bus stop is right up the street on the corner."
So there it is right now... rather than stay with us and pay a very modest amount of money to chip in for her expenses she'd rather just float between two people's houses. And rather than accept the very generous offer of help from an agency a coworker of mine deals with, she'd rather just have everyone take care of her.
Truly a classy person.
My wife and I got home from work last night and our son told us that WT had called. She told him that she's staying with Thing One and Thing Two during the weekend and with Chuckles during the week. She then said that she wants her DVDs (she was very specific about that fact she had four bags of DVDs) and she either wants us to bring them to Thing One and Thing Two's house, or take them to the hospital my wife works at so her and Chuckles can come get them. She asked that my wife call her on her cellphone after 6pm.
First of all, we don't have her cellphone number. She called from Thing One and Thing Two's house so the caller ID didn't give her cellphone number. Second, we most certainly are NOT driving her DVD's to Thing One and Thing Two's house.
So right now, tucked in the trunk of my car, are her DVD's... and all of the rest of her crap. My wife is going to call Thing One and Thing Two and tell them to tell WT she needs to be at the hospital at 4:15pm to get her stuff.
And there's more, and this is one of the many reasons I love my wife so much... tomorrow my wife had originally asked for some time off to take WT to an appointment to apply for food stamps. Today my wife is telling her boss that she doesn't need the time off and she said if WT shows up at the hospital for a ride to the appointment she's going to say "yeah, WT, one second" and she's going to hand her a bus schedule and say "the bus stop is right up the street on the corner."
So there it is right now... rather than stay with us and pay a very modest amount of money to chip in for her expenses she'd rather just float between two people's houses. And rather than accept the very generous offer of help from an agency a coworker of mine deals with, she'd rather just have everyone take care of her.
Truly a classy person.
Monday, July 16, 2007
People just don't learn
Waffles just called me to say Claire called asking if we could drive her to the doctor on Thursday.
Lemme stop for a second... Claire had a vehicle once. She's had several over the years. She's also lost her license on numerous occasions for letting her insurance lapse (New York gets pissed when you do that). Most recently she bought a car from a small garage and was making payments to the garage owner (no lien or anything was ever filed) and she took the car and gave it to someone who was supposed to make the payments for her. That person never did, and she had already signed the title over so there was nothing she could do. Word gets around, so she'll never find someone who'll work with her to get her a car again.
Anyway, this is the second time since this whole WT drama started that she has asked us for a ride somewhere. We hadn't heard from her asking for a ride in quite awhile, but since we apparently helped WT she thinks that should apply to her. I called her house and left a message on her machine telling her that we both worked so she'd have to find another ride there. She also lives about 15 miles from our house and 30 miles from the doctor, so taking her to the doctor and back would be close to a 100 mile trip.
My son told her he didn't know what our schedules were, but he did ask where WT was. Claire told him she was staying at Thing One and Thing Two's house and apparently didn't go to work this morning because Thing Two wouldn't drive her (she's the only one in that house with a license.)
So I've come to the conclusion that all of WT's bluster about "Ima go stay with Chuckles!" was a bluff... she was hoping we'd say "that's not really necessary, WT, stay with us. It's better if you stay with family!" But instead we told her "alright, don't let the door hitcha where the good Lord splitcha."
So as an update, WT is staying with Thing One and Thing Two, it appears. Not sure what this'll do to her stuff, but I have a feeling one of three things are going to happen:
1) We're going to be asked to drive her stuff to Thing One and Thing Two's house.
2) Thing One and Thing Two will show up to get the stuff, probably tonight when Thing Two gets out of work.
3) Same as Thing Two, but WT will be with them and they'll confront my wife over not letting WT stay with us and an argument will erupt.
Not sure which of the options will happen, but however it ends it'll be interesting.
Lemme stop for a second... Claire had a vehicle once. She's had several over the years. She's also lost her license on numerous occasions for letting her insurance lapse (New York gets pissed when you do that). Most recently she bought a car from a small garage and was making payments to the garage owner (no lien or anything was ever filed) and she took the car and gave it to someone who was supposed to make the payments for her. That person never did, and she had already signed the title over so there was nothing she could do. Word gets around, so she'll never find someone who'll work with her to get her a car again.
Anyway, this is the second time since this whole WT drama started that she has asked us for a ride somewhere. We hadn't heard from her asking for a ride in quite awhile, but since we apparently helped WT she thinks that should apply to her. I called her house and left a message on her machine telling her that we both worked so she'd have to find another ride there. She also lives about 15 miles from our house and 30 miles from the doctor, so taking her to the doctor and back would be close to a 100 mile trip.
My son told her he didn't know what our schedules were, but he did ask where WT was. Claire told him she was staying at Thing One and Thing Two's house and apparently didn't go to work this morning because Thing Two wouldn't drive her (she's the only one in that house with a license.)
So I've come to the conclusion that all of WT's bluster about "Ima go stay with Chuckles!" was a bluff... she was hoping we'd say "that's not really necessary, WT, stay with us. It's better if you stay with family!" But instead we told her "alright, don't let the door hitcha where the good Lord splitcha."
So as an update, WT is staying with Thing One and Thing Two, it appears. Not sure what this'll do to her stuff, but I have a feeling one of three things are going to happen:
1) We're going to be asked to drive her stuff to Thing One and Thing Two's house.
2) Thing One and Thing Two will show up to get the stuff, probably tonight when Thing Two gets out of work.
3) Same as Thing Two, but WT will be with them and they'll confront my wife over not letting WT stay with us and an argument will erupt.
Not sure which of the options will happen, but however it ends it'll be interesting.
My wife has had it, and so have I
The plan for Thursday was to grab dinner for everyone (including WT; since she didn't get paid until the next day) at a Chinese restaurant we frequent on a weekly basis, then go to Thing Two and Thing One's house to pick up WT and Waffles. Waffles had just come home after spending a week with Hippo, Spoiled, and Dee Dee Dee and MaryAnn and Professor's house so he was anxious to get home.
Waffles called me Thursday from MaryAnn's house to say he was on the way home, then a few hours later called me from Thing Two and Thing One's house to say he was back. I called to talk to him briefly, then a little later he calls and leaves me a voicemail asking that I call him.
When I do, he asks me if Hippo can come over and spend the night. Apparently WT had errands she needed to run on Friday and asked Hippo to come over so she could have some company while she did this (this is after she asked Waffles to go with her and he told her no, after being gone for a week he just wanted to hang out at home). I told Waffles no, that I didn't want company; he'd just been gone for a week and I wanted to spend a bit of time with him. I asked him to put WT on the phone and explained this to her and she was rather indignant.
Now I need to diverge a bit... this past Saturday my wife, Waffles and I went to Hershey Park, which was about three hours from our house. When WT first came to stay with us we told her that, rather than leave her alone with the three dogs all day (she's afraid of them, for reasons that totally escape me) we would have Hippo come over and spend the day with her so he could take them out. We told her this on no fewer than two occasions, and both times she said that was a good idea.
So back to the story in progress... I told WT that if Hippo came over he'd be there until Saturday to help with the dogs. WT says "this is the first I heard of that... I was going to go to Thing One and Thing Two's on Saturday and stay until Sunday." I told her I thought we had discussed this with her and she again said no. So I asked her if my wife knew that she would be riding in with us the next day and she told me "I hope she knows, because I told her this."
Okay, whatever... I worked my day and ordered dinner, picking it up after I picked up my wife, then we headed out to Thing Two and Thing One's house to pick up Waffles and WT. On the way there I relayed the conversation I had with WT to my wife, who said the same thing I did; we told her twice we planned on having Hippo to the house and both times she said that was a good idea. WT also never told my wife she planned on riding in with us the next day.
So we pick up Waffles and WT and on the way home, my wife says to WT "so you're not staying at our house with Hippo and the dogs on Saturday?" WT says no, she's going to Thing Two and Thing One's on Friday night. When my wife tells her we talked about this WT denies it. My wife asks how she's getting to Thing Two and Thing One's house. WT says "you're not taking me?" My wife tells her no, she's not, and she had also better find her own way back to the house on Sunday night, as we're not going to get her either. (Thing Two and Thing One's house is about 15 miles from our house).
My wife then asks her about the next day and WT again says she just needs to ride into town with her. My wife tells her to make sure she talks to her boss about switching her hours around; WT works 6am-2pm and we live about 10 miles from the nearest bus stop, so my My wife tells her she needs to change her shift to 8-4 if she wants to ride into town with us for work.
So we head home... we had some groceries in the car as well as the dinner and as I headed into the house I heard my wife say to WT "no, AJ will come out and get the dinner but he needs to help Waffles with the dogs."
So Waffles and I took the dogs out while my wife went in to sit down and WT headed right to the couch and plops down, obviously mad at us. She sat down, took out a tv tray and waited for someone to bring her her dinner. After a few minutes my wife brought it to her (after shooting me a rather disgusted look).
So we all eat dinner while my son and I, as is our weeknight tradition, watch Cops. After she eats, WT takes the phone (without so much as a "do you mind?") and goes out on the porch and starts making phone calls. After a few minutes, she comes inside and tells us that her friend Chuckles from work is going to come pick her up so she can stay at his house overnight (insert cheesy porn music) and he'll drop her off in town the next day to do her errands. WT also tells us that Thing Two and Thing One will be picking her up at our house Friday night, so she'll be going to the hospital my wife works at to come home with us.
Okay, another sidebar... WT has dated Chuckles off and on between WT and KKKousin. At one point, she was having sex with all three of them (not at the same time, although I wouldn't put it past her). This all went on during the time that she got pregnant, so we have yet a third person thrown into the mix that could be her baby's father.
Alright, whatever... so WT sits on the couch, waiting for Chuckles to show up. When I spoke to Chuckles to give him directions to our house he told me it'd be about an hour before he came to get her, and as the hour came close to passing WT says "I can't believe he's not here yet... I'm about to start crying and have no reason to."
Again, whatever... she's playing the "I'm-A-Hormonal-Bitch" card to the extreme. Finally Chuckles shows up and, after borrowing a pair of socks from us (KKKousin burned all of hers, don't forget) she leaves.
After she leaves we have a general bitch-fest about her... where does she get off just inviting someone to our house without asking us first? I found out from Waffles that no one in the house was happy I told Hippo that he couldn't come over; apparently they told Waffles my excuse was "retarded." Also, WT had brought a basket of laundry with her when we picked her up; she put it in front of the washer and told my wife "all my dirty laundry is in the basket in front of the washer, when you're ready to do it."
Yes she did.
She also, in the one day that she was at our house most of the day, drank almost an entire 12 pack of soda. We buy 2-3 12 packs per week and they last us all week. One 12 pack didn't even last a day with her in the house. She also spent all day in front of the computer. From the minute she got up until they left to go to her appointments.
Between the soda, the laundry, the attitude about us not running her all over and the constant use of our phone (we have VoIP so it's not costing us anything, but she didn't even ask if she could use it) and the computer we're pretty much sick of her. My wife says she'll talk to her Friday, and also tell her that she needs to start kicking in for household expenses.
Friday rolls around and I take an extended lunch to grab my paycheck from The Ghetto, then swing by the hospital to say hi to my wife. She tells me she hasn't seen WT yet and if she's not at the hospital by the time she gets off then we're leaving her.
After I get off work I go to pick my wife up and when I walk into the hospital I see that WT is nowhere to be found. I ask my wife where she is and she relays this story to me:
WT showed up at the hospital after getting her check, cashing it, and blowing a large chunk of it on baby clothes and newborn diapers. Anyone who knows anything about babies knows that buying diapers and baby clothes this early in a pregnancy is a waste, since she has no idea how big the baby will be; our son was almost 11 pounds when he was born and never fit into newborn clothes or newborn diapers. My wife tells her this, to which she replies "I was only doing what Thing Two and Thing One told me to do."
My wife also tells her that someone I work with has graciously given me the name of someone at a rescue organization that she can call that will help her get into her own apartment and also be an advocate with her with the Department Of Social Services. WT tells my wife that she doesn't need "that kind" of help.
She then tells us that she'll be staying again with Chuckles on Friday night, since she's going with him to take the kids to see a movie. My wife asks what kids, and she says "Hippo and Dee Dee Dee", basically shunning Waffles (because, no doubt, he wouldn't go running around with her), who she has always thought considered her his favorite aunt.
My wife then tells her she needs to save some money to chip in for food and household expenses. This doesn't sit well with WT, who says "but I need clothes and stuff, since KKKousin burned most of mine. I wasn't planning on doing that.
When she asks WT if her boss would let her change her hours (knowing damn well she never asked) she says "Yeah, um, they said no I couldn't. But that's okay, because Chuckles said I could move in with him." (She works with Chuckles)
My wife tells her that's probably a good idea and tells her Sunday would be a good day for her to move out. WT tells her that she doesn't know if she can be out that fast, and my wife just repeats "Sunday would be a good day for you to move out."
This conversation has been the absolute last straw for my wife; she's an incredibly loyal woman when her family is involved, but she is not going to just sit there and let someone walk all over here, which is exactly what WT has been doing. Between the shunning of our son and the "I'm not chipping in any money" her line has been crossed.
So WT leaves (I assume Chuckles was there, or her sisters came to get her; I honestly don't know how she left) to head to her sister's house. We went home and the next day we went to the amusement park and when I got home I got all of her stuff together and stacked it by the door, so when she showed up it'd be ready for her to go with no excuses.
But we didn't see or hear from her all day Sunday. We kept waiting for her to show up, but as the day got later and later we didn't see her, nor did we hear from her. We went to bed (making sure all of the doors were locked) and got up this morning, still not having heard a word from her.
And that's where it stands right now. We've told her she needs to get out, and apparently she's made arrangements to get out, and I've made sure all of her shit is in one spot so she can get out, and that includes her dirty laundry.
I'm absolutely disgusted with this whole situation... she's been nothing but difficult since she came to our house last Monday. We took her into our home and tried to make things easy for her but all she did was take advantage of our generosity. And then to not only snub our son because he didn't want to run all over town with her but to tell us she planned on living with us for free while we fed her was the absolute last straw. My home is my sanctuary and this was nothing but a huge invasion of that sanctuary with no consideration or appreciation for us.
So as of this moment, 10:58am EST, we have not heard hide nor hair from WT since Friday night when she left. My son is home with the doors locked and has instructions to, if she shows up, to call me at work before he lets her in the house.
If anything else happens I'll update it here as soon as I can, but for right now we are at a DEFCON 2 status and are expecting incoming at any time.
Waffles called me Thursday from MaryAnn's house to say he was on the way home, then a few hours later called me from Thing Two and Thing One's house to say he was back. I called to talk to him briefly, then a little later he calls and leaves me a voicemail asking that I call him.
When I do, he asks me if Hippo can come over and spend the night. Apparently WT had errands she needed to run on Friday and asked Hippo to come over so she could have some company while she did this (this is after she asked Waffles to go with her and he told her no, after being gone for a week he just wanted to hang out at home). I told Waffles no, that I didn't want company; he'd just been gone for a week and I wanted to spend a bit of time with him. I asked him to put WT on the phone and explained this to her and she was rather indignant.
Now I need to diverge a bit... this past Saturday my wife, Waffles and I went to Hershey Park, which was about three hours from our house. When WT first came to stay with us we told her that, rather than leave her alone with the three dogs all day (she's afraid of them, for reasons that totally escape me) we would have Hippo come over and spend the day with her so he could take them out. We told her this on no fewer than two occasions, and both times she said that was a good idea.
So back to the story in progress... I told WT that if Hippo came over he'd be there until Saturday to help with the dogs. WT says "this is the first I heard of that... I was going to go to Thing One and Thing Two's on Saturday and stay until Sunday." I told her I thought we had discussed this with her and she again said no. So I asked her if my wife knew that she would be riding in with us the next day and she told me "I hope she knows, because I told her this."
Okay, whatever... I worked my day and ordered dinner, picking it up after I picked up my wife, then we headed out to Thing Two and Thing One's house to pick up Waffles and WT. On the way there I relayed the conversation I had with WT to my wife, who said the same thing I did; we told her twice we planned on having Hippo to the house and both times she said that was a good idea. WT also never told my wife she planned on riding in with us the next day.
So we pick up Waffles and WT and on the way home, my wife says to WT "so you're not staying at our house with Hippo and the dogs on Saturday?" WT says no, she's going to Thing Two and Thing One's on Friday night. When my wife tells her we talked about this WT denies it. My wife asks how she's getting to Thing Two and Thing One's house. WT says "you're not taking me?" My wife tells her no, she's not, and she had also better find her own way back to the house on Sunday night, as we're not going to get her either. (Thing Two and Thing One's house is about 15 miles from our house).
My wife then asks her about the next day and WT again says she just needs to ride into town with her. My wife tells her to make sure she talks to her boss about switching her hours around; WT works 6am-2pm and we live about 10 miles from the nearest bus stop, so my My wife tells her she needs to change her shift to 8-4 if she wants to ride into town with us for work.
So we head home... we had some groceries in the car as well as the dinner and as I headed into the house I heard my wife say to WT "no, AJ will come out and get the dinner but he needs to help Waffles with the dogs."
So Waffles and I took the dogs out while my wife went in to sit down and WT headed right to the couch and plops down, obviously mad at us. She sat down, took out a tv tray and waited for someone to bring her her dinner. After a few minutes my wife brought it to her (after shooting me a rather disgusted look).
So we all eat dinner while my son and I, as is our weeknight tradition, watch Cops. After she eats, WT takes the phone (without so much as a "do you mind?") and goes out on the porch and starts making phone calls. After a few minutes, she comes inside and tells us that her friend Chuckles from work is going to come pick her up so she can stay at his house overnight (insert cheesy porn music) and he'll drop her off in town the next day to do her errands. WT also tells us that Thing Two and Thing One will be picking her up at our house Friday night, so she'll be going to the hospital my wife works at to come home with us.
Okay, another sidebar... WT has dated Chuckles off and on between WT and KKKousin. At one point, she was having sex with all three of them (not at the same time, although I wouldn't put it past her). This all went on during the time that she got pregnant, so we have yet a third person thrown into the mix that could be her baby's father.
Alright, whatever... so WT sits on the couch, waiting for Chuckles to show up. When I spoke to Chuckles to give him directions to our house he told me it'd be about an hour before he came to get her, and as the hour came close to passing WT says "I can't believe he's not here yet... I'm about to start crying and have no reason to."
Again, whatever... she's playing the "I'm-A-Hormonal-Bitch" card to the extreme. Finally Chuckles shows up and, after borrowing a pair of socks from us (KKKousin burned all of hers, don't forget) she leaves.
After she leaves we have a general bitch-fest about her... where does she get off just inviting someone to our house without asking us first? I found out from Waffles that no one in the house was happy I told Hippo that he couldn't come over; apparently they told Waffles my excuse was "retarded." Also, WT had brought a basket of laundry with her when we picked her up; she put it in front of the washer and told my wife "all my dirty laundry is in the basket in front of the washer, when you're ready to do it."
Yes she did.
She also, in the one day that she was at our house most of the day, drank almost an entire 12 pack of soda. We buy 2-3 12 packs per week and they last us all week. One 12 pack didn't even last a day with her in the house. She also spent all day in front of the computer. From the minute she got up until they left to go to her appointments.
Between the soda, the laundry, the attitude about us not running her all over and the constant use of our phone (we have VoIP so it's not costing us anything, but she didn't even ask if she could use it) and the computer we're pretty much sick of her. My wife says she'll talk to her Friday, and also tell her that she needs to start kicking in for household expenses.
Friday rolls around and I take an extended lunch to grab my paycheck from The Ghetto, then swing by the hospital to say hi to my wife. She tells me she hasn't seen WT yet and if she's not at the hospital by the time she gets off then we're leaving her.
After I get off work I go to pick my wife up and when I walk into the hospital I see that WT is nowhere to be found. I ask my wife where she is and she relays this story to me:
WT showed up at the hospital after getting her check, cashing it, and blowing a large chunk of it on baby clothes and newborn diapers. Anyone who knows anything about babies knows that buying diapers and baby clothes this early in a pregnancy is a waste, since she has no idea how big the baby will be; our son was almost 11 pounds when he was born and never fit into newborn clothes or newborn diapers. My wife tells her this, to which she replies "I was only doing what Thing Two and Thing One told me to do."
My wife also tells her that someone I work with has graciously given me the name of someone at a rescue organization that she can call that will help her get into her own apartment and also be an advocate with her with the Department Of Social Services. WT tells my wife that she doesn't need "that kind" of help.
She then tells us that she'll be staying again with Chuckles on Friday night, since she's going with him to take the kids to see a movie. My wife asks what kids, and she says "Hippo and Dee Dee Dee", basically shunning Waffles (because, no doubt, he wouldn't go running around with her), who she has always thought considered her his favorite aunt.
My wife then tells her she needs to save some money to chip in for food and household expenses. This doesn't sit well with WT, who says "but I need clothes and stuff, since KKKousin burned most of mine. I wasn't planning on doing that.
When she asks WT if her boss would let her change her hours (knowing damn well she never asked) she says "Yeah, um, they said no I couldn't. But that's okay, because Chuckles said I could move in with him." (She works with Chuckles)
My wife tells her that's probably a good idea and tells her Sunday would be a good day for her to move out. WT tells her that she doesn't know if she can be out that fast, and my wife just repeats "Sunday would be a good day for you to move out."
This conversation has been the absolute last straw for my wife; she's an incredibly loyal woman when her family is involved, but she is not going to just sit there and let someone walk all over here, which is exactly what WT has been doing. Between the shunning of our son and the "I'm not chipping in any money" her line has been crossed.
So WT leaves (I assume Chuckles was there, or her sisters came to get her; I honestly don't know how she left) to head to her sister's house. We went home and the next day we went to the amusement park and when I got home I got all of her stuff together and stacked it by the door, so when she showed up it'd be ready for her to go with no excuses.
But we didn't see or hear from her all day Sunday. We kept waiting for her to show up, but as the day got later and later we didn't see her, nor did we hear from her. We went to bed (making sure all of the doors were locked) and got up this morning, still not having heard a word from her.
And that's where it stands right now. We've told her she needs to get out, and apparently she's made arrangements to get out, and I've made sure all of her shit is in one spot so she can get out, and that includes her dirty laundry.
I'm absolutely disgusted with this whole situation... she's been nothing but difficult since she came to our house last Monday. We took her into our home and tried to make things easy for her but all she did was take advantage of our generosity. And then to not only snub our son because he didn't want to run all over town with her but to tell us she planned on living with us for free while we fed her was the absolute last straw. My home is my sanctuary and this was nothing but a huge invasion of that sanctuary with no consideration or appreciation for us.
So as of this moment, 10:58am EST, we have not heard hide nor hair from WT since Friday night when she left. My son is home with the doors locked and has instructions to, if she shows up, to call me at work before he lets her in the house.
If anything else happens I'll update it here as soon as I can, but for right now we are at a DEFCON 2 status and are expecting incoming at any time.
WT really likes to "spread the love", so to speak.
Yes, you'll notice yet a third option on the poll to the left... it turns out there's yet another player in the running for Daddy Of WT's Baby. I've reset the poll so we can all start voting with the new contender in mind.
Alot happened since I last updated this and it's going to take a bit for me to type up a coherent post about it, so bear with me... check later this morning for a consice update; I PROMISE it'll be worth it.
Alot happened since I last updated this and it's going to take a bit for me to type up a coherent post about it, so bear with me... check later this morning for a consice update; I PROMISE it'll be worth it.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
The Ultrasound
So WT spent this past Monday night at or house, sleeping on the couch because we don't have a spare bed for her right now. Tuesday morning my wife took me to work so she could take WT to her ultrasound and also take her down to Social Services.
They started their day at the Social Services office, where they were told since WT works (minimum wage, but still full time) she can't get food stamps or cash assistance, regardless of the face that she's pregnant. We were told that we should take her to a battered woman's shelter and let her hit up the food pantries. She did get set with appointments for WIC and Medicaid at the end of the month, both of which she should easily qualify for.
From there, my wife took her for her ultrasound, where she found she has a healthy baby and is about 7 weeks along.
Which poses a lovely problem... this puts her conception at a time that she was (I kid you not) going back and forth from BlackDaddy to KKKousin and sleeping with them both. So she now has no idea who the father is and has no real practical way of finding out until the baby is born, when it will be plainly obvious who the father is.
In the meantime, we're not being too strict with WT as far as telling her to pay rent or going over how we run our house; that's a talk we're having this weekend with her. We're going to make her pay us rent each week (probably to the tune of 50-70 per week) and out of this we'll feed and house her. If she has a problem with that, I'm going to tell her she's more than welcome to rent a place somewhere else.
The only problem I've had with her so far occurred yesterday; she, for some odd reason, is afraid of strange dogs and we have three dogs that she's not very comfortable around. I have no idea why, since they're not aggressive towards her at all, but that's how she is. Tuesday night she spent the night at T's to babysit S. I called her yesterday to ask if she was coming home, to which she said yes. I pointed out to her that if she came home she'd be alone with the three dogs today (our son is coming home from a week-long trip to L and Professor's house today) and, while I absolutely didn't care if she was home, that she might want to stay another day with her sister. She agreed and told me that's what she'd do.
She then talked to my wife last night and when this came up WT told her she stayed because she didn't think I wanted her to come to the house. My wife was very direct in telling her that's not at all what I meant; I just knew she wasn't comfortable with the dogs and she'd have to take them out and deal with them were she to come home.
So we're picking her up tonight when we go to get our son.
More updates will be coming, I promise... this has the potential to be interesting.
They started their day at the Social Services office, where they were told since WT works (minimum wage, but still full time) she can't get food stamps or cash assistance, regardless of the face that she's pregnant. We were told that we should take her to a battered woman's shelter and let her hit up the food pantries. She did get set with appointments for WIC and Medicaid at the end of the month, both of which she should easily qualify for.
From there, my wife took her for her ultrasound, where she found she has a healthy baby and is about 7 weeks along.
Which poses a lovely problem... this puts her conception at a time that she was (I kid you not) going back and forth from BlackDaddy to KKKousin and sleeping with them both. So she now has no idea who the father is and has no real practical way of finding out until the baby is born, when it will be plainly obvious who the father is.
In the meantime, we're not being too strict with WT as far as telling her to pay rent or going over how we run our house; that's a talk we're having this weekend with her. We're going to make her pay us rent each week (probably to the tune of 50-70 per week) and out of this we'll feed and house her. If she has a problem with that, I'm going to tell her she's more than welcome to rent a place somewhere else.
The only problem I've had with her so far occurred yesterday; she, for some odd reason, is afraid of strange dogs and we have three dogs that she's not very comfortable around. I have no idea why, since they're not aggressive towards her at all, but that's how she is. Tuesday night she spent the night at T's to babysit S. I called her yesterday to ask if she was coming home, to which she said yes. I pointed out to her that if she came home she'd be alone with the three dogs today (our son is coming home from a week-long trip to L and Professor's house today) and, while I absolutely didn't care if she was home, that she might want to stay another day with her sister. She agreed and told me that's what she'd do.
She then talked to my wife last night and when this came up WT told her she stayed because she didn't think I wanted her to come to the house. My wife was very direct in telling her that's not at all what I meant; I just knew she wasn't comfortable with the dogs and she'd have to take them out and deal with them were she to come home.
So we're picking her up tonight when we go to get our son.
More updates will be coming, I promise... this has the potential to be interesting.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I didn't know I was so popular
And once again, as my other blog seemed to have struck a chord in everyone, I've started yet another, this time to share the stories of my sister-in-law, how she came to live with us, and what happens as her stay continues.
So let's start with some background... my wife and I have been together for almost 18 years. She comes from a large family; she has five sisters... two older, three younger. And it's the youngest sister, affectionately known as WT (for White Trash) who has come to stay with us.
Let me start at the beginning... for a few years now she's lived with her boyfriend, known as KKKousin. He is her first cousin. As in her father's brother's son. They thought it was cute people thought they were married because they have the same last name.
A few months ago she left KKKousin and moved in with (I swear this is relevant) a black man, known to us as BlackDaddy. She lived with him for a couple of months before moving back with KKKousin.
On Monday she called my wife at work in a panic; she's just learned she's pregnant. She's on her way to the hospital (where my wife works) because her doctor wants her to have an ultrasound due to some cramping she's having and according to the estimate her doctor gave her the father appears to be BlackDaddy.
Here's the problem... KKKousin is a seething racist. WT is afraid of what KKKousin's reaction is going to be, so my wife calls me at work to tell me there's a chance WT is going to have to stay with us. We have a spare bedroom and WT works, so we have room and she can contribute to the house, so that's not too much of a problem. When I get out of work I go to pick my wife up and she tells me that WT is going to go home to talk to KKKousin, and apparently we don't need to worry about anything.
We drop her off at home and head home ourselves, only to find a message on our answering machine from WT saying we have to go pick her up because KKKousin tossed her out of the house. We got there and she's on the porch talking to a very inebriated KKKousin, who goes off with a neighbor while WT gets her stuff from the house.
On our way home she tells us that KKKousin was less than understanding of her plight... he screamed at her, saying things like "I can't believe you got knocked up by a dirty nigger!" and things of that nature. When we got WT to our house one of my wife's other sisters calls to say that KKKousin called them looking for WT. When she told him she wasn't there, KKKousin says "tell her if she wants the rest of her stuff she better come get it before it burns."
He had taken her stuff, thrown it into the driveway and lit it on fire. The police were called and he was cited for disturbing the peace.
So we took her home and she's staying with us for the time being... hopefully we can help her make the best of this whole mess she's gotten herself into.
So let's start with some background... my wife and I have been together for almost 18 years. She comes from a large family; she has five sisters... two older, three younger. And it's the youngest sister, affectionately known as WT (for White Trash) who has come to stay with us.
Let me start at the beginning... for a few years now she's lived with her boyfriend, known as KKKousin. He is her first cousin. As in her father's brother's son. They thought it was cute people thought they were married because they have the same last name.
A few months ago she left KKKousin and moved in with (I swear this is relevant) a black man, known to us as BlackDaddy. She lived with him for a couple of months before moving back with KKKousin.
On Monday she called my wife at work in a panic; she's just learned she's pregnant. She's on her way to the hospital (where my wife works) because her doctor wants her to have an ultrasound due to some cramping she's having and according to the estimate her doctor gave her the father appears to be BlackDaddy.
Here's the problem... KKKousin is a seething racist. WT is afraid of what KKKousin's reaction is going to be, so my wife calls me at work to tell me there's a chance WT is going to have to stay with us. We have a spare bedroom and WT works, so we have room and she can contribute to the house, so that's not too much of a problem. When I get out of work I go to pick my wife up and she tells me that WT is going to go home to talk to KKKousin, and apparently we don't need to worry about anything.
We drop her off at home and head home ourselves, only to find a message on our answering machine from WT saying we have to go pick her up because KKKousin tossed her out of the house. We got there and she's on the porch talking to a very inebriated KKKousin, who goes off with a neighbor while WT gets her stuff from the house.
On our way home she tells us that KKKousin was less than understanding of her plight... he screamed at her, saying things like "I can't believe you got knocked up by a dirty nigger!" and things of that nature. When we got WT to our house one of my wife's other sisters calls to say that KKKousin called them looking for WT. When she told him she wasn't there, KKKousin says "tell her if she wants the rest of her stuff she better come get it before it burns."
He had taken her stuff, thrown it into the driveway and lit it on fire. The police were called and he was cited for disturbing the peace.
So we took her home and she's staying with us for the time being... hopefully we can help her make the best of this whole mess she's gotten herself into.
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