Eviltammyland

that I drink a lot?

No? Neither did I! Wow!

::waits for Ith & Nin to stop laughing::

But I was amazed to learn that Other Cousin told mutual Uncle this during his time up here for the funeral.

Cousin D (nice cousin, uncle's daughter) told her sister this and her sister said she should tell me so that I know how mean OC is. This may be what OC's daughter told the people at the bar the other night.

Yeah, I had a drink after AC's funeral. Can't tell you when the previous one was. Before my surgery, I was a cheap drunk - two was my usual limit, maaaaaybe three if someone else was driving. After my surgery? I'm an even cheaper drunk :) I had a margarita in a high ball type glass - and granted I don't really remember eating before the funeral, but ate lunch w/margarita - and I was way feeling it. Face felt flushed, head was spinning a little. I drove directly home, did not pass go, did not collect $200, and definitely did not speed. And immediately took a nap after getting home.

[sigh] Seriously, somebody in this family has to be a changeling or something. At least it gives me something to talk to the therapist about tomorrow :)

And in good news, the bar raised just over $500 for a marker. I'm doing the preliminary work of checking prices and starting the process and the owner will meet me wherever and pay for it. Went to one place today, need to check another tomorrow and contact the cemetery, but hopefully it'll be ordered and paid for this week.

from the bar/karaoke place she liked to go to.

http://www.goupstate.com/article/20100427/articles/4271039?p=1&tc=pg

I did call them today to tell them that the funeral was payed for and if they wanted to raise money for a marker, it would be appreciated. The DJ is also going to make a CD of her favorite 3-4 songs for us and I think we'll play them in the background during the service. Other cousin had a nice skirt/suit/outfit that she hadn't worn and was going to give that for AC to be buried in, but ended up having to get a new shirt with a higher neck and long sleeves to hide the bruises [sigh].

But the article also made me realize there'll be something at the service that we've probably never dealt with - the press. A couple of the cousins wanted me to make sure that the people at the bar knew she was "homeless by choice" - I'm not going to say that. I don't find it untrue, but it's not the whole truth. And if I end up talking to the press (please, no), I'll tell what I think is true - whatever that is. Those cousins just don't want to look bad.

Other cousin is one of them - she's also the mother of jerk cousin who was suing jerk brother[g]. And she sucks up to the uncle from GA in a truly icky manner - it seems vaguely incestuous but she seems to stroke his ego in some special way. So uncle thinks she's wonderful, his late wife didn't like her, and their kids despise her. And in typical crazy family tradition, uncle is being nasty to his kids and protective of her and his kids probably aren't coming to the funeral, because they don't want her to get the pleasure of seeing him put them down. Plus they'd be too tempted to hurt her :) My cousin D, uncle's daughter who lives down the street from him, is a wonderful, calm, truly Christian woman - she was ranting and raving and cursing - she was that upset, because her father, who is the old-fashioned patriarchal kind of guy, was being nasty and yelling at her and her siblings - and was going to come here without telling them anything about where he was going.

Yeah, so the 81 (or more) year old, humped-over-at-the-waist man, in ill health and needing breathing treatments 3 or 4 times a day, is driving here by himself. Through Atlanta rush hour traffic. And stormy weather. It'll be a miracle if he makes it without killing himself or someone else.
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Okay, was interrupted by the phone. He did make it.

Gah, anyone want to switch families?

The other week, the annoying one, when I was talking about seeing my therapist, said something about wanting therapy. (waits for gasps of shock and "No shit!"s to diminish) So I mentioned it next session. Therapist, a former school counselor, knows someone at the Mental Health Dept and called her to see how we could go about it.
She said MHD wouldn't touch unless she was clean, but there's a detox center where she can enter a residential program and then transfer back to the MHD as an outpatient.

Well, of course, AC denies she has a drug problem, but both my therapist and I stressed that it was a residential program - meaning she would be off the street - plus getting help. She actually agree to do it. (again waits for shock to go away)

So today I went and picked her up at the motel (today was her checkout day and time to go back on the streets until she got more money), got all her stuff in my car again, and headed out to the detox place.

Where they didn't have a bed for her.

We both just... chuckled in despair. She'd been calling the shelter too and they were full. Guy at detox said possibly an opening in a day or two, so we'll call back and check. But it was kind of like kicking someone who's already unconscious, you know?

So I dropped her off at a Burger King and gave her the change I had in my purse. So she had some lunch, at least.

and I said no. So she'll be back on the street today.

Not my problem.

Wanted me to call our uncle in GA and ask him to help "us" out one last time. Pfffft!

I told her she would have to figure out a way to call him and that I wasn't going to call him to ask for money or ask him to call her so she could ask. She said she doesn't blame me. She can blame me all she wants - still ain't gonna happen.

She also thinks her ex-husband has claimed her on his income tax and that's why she hasn't gotten any stimulus checks lately, so she's going to call and report him for fraud. Umm... for one thing, there haven't been any stimulus checks lately... As for the fraud, fine, maybe he did - he did it once and it messed up her SS/Medicare for a couple of months. But is it wrong of me to hope *she* gets in trouble for falsely accusing him?

Oh, well, at least, if she's picked up for vagrancy again, I don't have to worry about visiting :) The detention center is undergoing some renovations and they've had to move the prisoners around and have suspended visitations :)

AC says she's leaving S'burg. Called me to find out bus rates out of here. Told her Greyhound required a destination, so she said NYC - told her the price. Went and picked her up a bit later and took her to Walmart so she could get a new outfit and some food - she's back in a motel with nothing again. ::shakes head::

Also told her that when she went to Greyhound to get a ticket to seriously think about it - she might want to head further south, since NYC is very expensive and will get getting mighty cold soon :)

Of course, there was no discussion of how she'd be getting her checks, what she'd do, ...

Because I'm sure she expected me to pity her and offer up my house or money. Not happening.

But if she did what she said, she's on a bus somewhere out of state. Sorry, world.

Went out for some shopping - yarn, yeah!

Got home, had message on the phone. AC is in jail again and wants me to come pick her up. Message was left at 5:15 pm-ish, I got it after 7 pm. Ignored it for a bit, then found the phone number for the jail to see if she was out yet. Officer who answered recognized the name! and said that she hadn't seen the judge yet - that would happen between 8 & 10 pm.

So I'll call back in a few minutes - it's 9:40 pm now.

Can't wait to hear this story!

AC's got another sucker lined up - apparently is moving in with another friend, who she's lived with once before. Low rent, and is going to be putting money down on a cheap car. Or it could all be a lie. Or will end up like the last one.


Civil court case against other cousin is tomorrow. Will be picking up the mercenary niece [g] around noon. Hopefully other cousin won't show up.


And I've decided I'll get someone else to hem the pants so that they'll be straight :) Now I just have to find someone.

All she had to do was follow the house rules for one more night [sigh]. But instead she's spending the night out the streets until I take her to get her check tomorrow.

Imagine a smoke-roughened voice, whiny, kind of manic, and Southern :) :

They were killing me. They wouldn't let me smoke. They wouldn't give me my pills. And when I went to ask S. for a pill, she cussed at me and pushed me down. She hit me and they threw me out in the rain and threw my clothes at me. Whinewhinewhine. Not my fault. Everyone persecutes me. Oh, why does everyone hate me and want me to die? They stole some of my pills. S. beat me up. Whinewhinewhine.

Repeat ad nauseum (and nausea is the word!)

So, apparently, she goes to ask S. for another pill - they made her give the pills up, so that she wouldn't be taking them all the time (Xanax, I think. She didn't get the Lortab filled and claims they stole the scrip. S. says she gave it back to her). She's supposed to take one twice a day. Well, she wanted another one (around 2-3 hours after the evening pill). She goes and wakes S. (and her daughters, who have school the next day) and demands another pill. S. says no. Words are exchanged. S. tries to get her to leave the room and AC trips over some shoes. Gets up, grabs S. by the throat and hair (and she has long nasty fingernails). S. gets her hand up between them and pops her one - not gentle, but there's no mark. "You hit me!" Out the door. S's daughters put all of AC's stuff in bags - and, yeah, they do get thrown at her. But she leaves them there.

Goes down to one of the convenience stores - says S. called up there and had them run her off. Goes to a different store. Loiters until she can find some place to call me from.

Oh, yeah - this all happens around 11:15 pm, in a house where most of the family has to get up in the morning for work and school. AC is a night owl, who likes to haunt karaoke bars.

Went through over a carton of cigarettes. Doesn't like to bathe a lot. Drinks soda constantly - one of those big bottles (not the individual sizes) probably lasts her little over a day. Doesn't want to eat. Gets manic, talks constantly (whether anyone's there or not) - and S. said they saw her sitting outside hitting herself in the head with a shoe! (probably nicotine withdrawal) Cusses. Is disrespectful and rude.

Oh, yeah, doesn't everyone want one of those for a houseguest?

So, instead of sucking it up for one more day, having a roof over her head, food if she wants it, etc., she's going to be sleeping in the back yard of a law firm over by a gas station. She has no money, she gets cold easily, has no coat, and it's kind of wet and rainy.

So she'll get her check tomorrow(SSI check, her SS check comes on the 3rd). She'll buy cigarettes and soda and rent a motel room for a couple of nights. There is a possibility she can get into a cheap $100/wk motel sometime this week.

Gah! I feel like I need to do one of those sage burning/cleansing rituals to get her essence off of me and my car [g].

Teh stupidity - it burns. Teh drama - it defies explanation.

wherein I use the word 'update' too much :)


So I took her clothes over and had a wonderful time chatting with my cousin Libby (Stacy's mom). S was in and out, as was AC. Will have to go over again - sane relatives make me happy :)


And the niece is a mercenary wench [eg]. She told me to tell brother that she'd come to court if he gave her money. Then she said she'd come anyway, so that evil cousin doesn't get anything from me ::beams:: but not to tell brother that at first. Evil, evil child. I loves her so :>

annoying cousin has been evicted. Again.

There was a huge lack of "Oh, come stay with me" that I feel was noticed ;>

Something about her power bill got screwed up - and I'm not completely sure it was her fault, and then there was some drama about not being able to get in her mailbox (which is one of those locked apartment boxes)(she lost her keys or something) and therefore missed paying the negotiated amount or whatever.

She has to be out by the end of the week - or sometime during. Wonder what's going to happen to the stuff I gave her from my storage unit? It's not that I want it back - I want the damn unit emptied, but it's kind of the principle of the thing, you know? Of course, for the TV, we'd have to get someone who could move the damn thing.

I was actually hoping this might work - it was looking good.

So, back to "no, I won't lend you money", "no, you can't stay here", "no, you can't sleep on the porch", etc.

Anyone want an annoying mooch? I've got one to spare...