Something Wicked This Way Comes
When I moved back into the house, I had told mom that I would eventually swap rooms and take the master bedroom. It only makes sense, right? I'm the only one living there, paying the bills, and taking care of the place, so why shouldn't I be in the main boudoir? When we discussed it, she was fine with it. When I eventually did it, she snapped like a rubber-fucking-band. After much ado, she finally settled down. This was about two years ago.
The last time mom, Helen, and the crew were in, I told her I had been thinking of getting rid of the coffee table and matching end table (they have lage glass centers, small nephews and glass do not mix well). She said "sell it, give it away, I don't care"... until I did it.
Last week one of the guys at the call center sent an email for his church, they were requesting furniture donations for hurricane victims. Being the kind soul I am, I gave the two tables to the church. Mom came in Monday and freaked. Funny how she never seems to remember these conversations and at the same time my interpretation wasn't what she meant.
I decided "screw this". I am sick and tired of her griping at me over the least little thing (her level of "neat and orderly" put military barracks to shame), then throwing a shit-fit ONLY because she does not like change. I told her after the whole bedroom fiasco that if it happened again, I was done taking care of her house - no rent or not. This was the next time.
Since she came in Monday, I have been home just long enough to pack some clothes. I have been staying at Shelly's this week (I even bought an inflatable mattress for the spare room, the sofa was beginning to lose it's appeal). Friday's paper usually has tons of rental/purchase listings in it, so I will be perusing that.
On the bright side, the pipeline company accepted our counter-offer without even batting an eye. MO' MONEY! MO' MONEY! MO' MONEY! Also, it appears that both the company we have a shallow gas lease with and the one we have a deep lease with are looking to put wells in our area!
If those two both come to pass and start pumping... I'll be rich, single, and looking for trouble ;) I think the first thing I would do is get a personal trainer and get my arse into shape. Then I will increase my dating geography, maybe head to Lacrosse or somewhere up north where women are attracted to Southern accents ;)
On the Shelly front, things seem to go in fits and spurts with she and Adam. I have yet to meet him, but I think she is investing much more emotionally than she lets on. I hope he's not playing games with her.